Crossings

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I did not write this. The author is an332173@anon.penet.fi (Lucky Man)

CROSSINGS, (M/F, M/M+/F, FF, MF/F, wife, sluts) (1/17)

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Crossings, Chapter One

My wife Susan, a thirty-five year-old mother of twins, is simply the most amazing person I know. She works as an executive for a large advertising company during the day. At night, she is the most vivacious, interesting, exciting person I have ever met. During our seventeen years of marriage, we both graduated from college, gained great jobs, and sent our two children off to college.

Since we had children at an early age, accomplishing what we have accomplished has not always been easy, but it has been worth it. Now that our children are at college and we have more time together, we decided we would put our needs first for a change and that is how our new found freedom began.

One night, after making love, I decided to ask Susan about her fantasies. It was not easy since Susan, while a great lover, is very shy about such things. I had to move slowly. I asked her if there was anything that she would like to do sexually that we had not yet done. To my surprise, she said she would like to get a makeover, dress-up in provocative clothes, and have me pick her up at a bar. The thought excited me, but we put it aside because of our careers-or at least I thought it was. Two weeks later, I found out differently.

I was out of town on business and called my wife to let her know I had arrived safely at my destination. Susan was relieved because she always worried about my flying so frequently. During our conversation, she brought up her fantasy again while I listened intently to her plans. Susan said on the day I was to return, she would get the makeover, purchase the outfit she wanted to wear and would meet me at the airport bar. Needless to say, I was very excited and could not wait to get home. I didn't know what to expect, but I was sure happy.

I finished my work in near record time then telephoned to inform Susan of my arrival time the next day. That night, I could hardly go to sleep with all the possible images of Susan filling my head. It took all the strength I had to keep from masturbating at the flood of intense images. I finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamt about the activities of the next day.

The flight home was uneventful but when we got into the area, a snow storm forced a weather hold. An announcement in the cabin told us that we would be no later than an hour late as they cleared the runways and taxiways. I was nearly exploding with anticipation and then this happens! Talk about sweet denial. I was beside myself.

Finally, the plane landed, and I made my way to the airport bar. I looked at every woman in the bar but did not see my wife. I figured she was late because of the weather and decided to call home to see if she had even left. I got the answering machine meaning Susan was either on her way or stuck in this areas legendary traffic. I went back to the bar and ordered a beer but my wife was not there. After I finished my beer, I decided to check out the larger restaurant/bar on the main concourse.

I walked into the bar and was immediately struck by the sight of this absolute knockout of a woman sitting at the bar talking to two men dressed in business suits. Could this possibly be Susan? It did not look like her. This woman was wearing bright red high heels, white lace stockings, a red leather mini-skirt, and a red leather jacket. She looked like a model. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back and in front, framed her face in curls. Her hair style reminded me of a wild animal—a lioness. As I stood staring, she turned my way. I was shocked to find that the woman was indeed Susan. I could barely contain the bulge in my pants.

She shot me a shocked look, but managed to motion me to a table nearby. As I sat watching the three of them talk I noticed Susan looked more raw and excited than I had seen her since we married. I noticed the other persons in the bar staring at her as she talked with the two persons and sipped her drink. The waitress serving my table came to take my order and returned with a beer and a note. The note, clearly written before Susan arrived at the airport, naturally was from my spouse.

"It's so good to see you, my love. I hope you don't mind that I'm not rushing over to give you a huge welcome home kiss and a rub of the bulge in your pants, but I have been thinking and there is more to this fantasy than I have let on. You see, I want to be picked up by another man at a bar. This has no bearing on our marriage and my love for you. I hope you understand. If you understand, please stay, watch, and order a shot of Jack Daniel's to signify your understanding. If you don't understand, please leave now and I will follow you."

Stunned, I did not know what to think. How long had she been feeling such things? How dare she do this to me in a public place? How far was she going to go with this fantasy? I thought it was for me!

I sat and stewed over those questions. Just as I was getting up to leave, I looked at my wife and saw a look of complete disappointment on her face. I have always been a very open person when it came to sex, but in all our years together I never cheated. I have had opportunities, but I never did anything. But, the look of disappointment on her face was enough to shock all the anger out of me. I never saw anyone who looked so good look so disappointed. I motioned for the waitress and ordered a shot of Jack Daniel's.

The table Susan motioned me to was in such a position to give me a clear view of the three of them at the bar. I took my shot of Jack Daniel's and looked at Susan. The look of disappointment had left, now. In its place was the look of a lioness on the prowl.

As they ordered another round of drinks, I noticed that two persons had begun touching my wife's hair and letting their arms rest on her back. They were laughing and clearly getting along very well. After another round of drinks—with me not knowing what to think sitting alone at a table—she got up to excuse herself and gave each man a kiss on the cheek and let her hand stray to their crotches. As she turned to leave, every head in the place turned to watch my wife. As she passed my table, she dropped something on the floor.

"Miss, you dropped this." I said.

"I don't need it," said my spouse. "But you might want to read it," she whispered as she left for the women's room.

"My dearest husband, thank you. I was very afraid that you might think less of me if I told you about my fantasy. I am so relieved you understand. Please, finish your drink, and I'll be home later tonight to tell you all about it."

Now, she was telling me to leave? After I thought about it, it made sense. My anger abated. Replacing anger was a different emotion: Erotic feelings fed by different visions; visions of her making love to another man. I was getting excited and decided to take a cab home.

Susan, thinking ahead, had a precooked meal ready for my arrival. As I ate, all I could think about was Susan. As had happened last night, I enjoyed the most erotic visions I had ever had. I could not wait for Susan to get home.

I had been asleep on the couch for a couple of hours when I awoke because of a noise outside. Susan had returned. I got up and rushed to the door to meet her. There she was. All 5' 9", 35-24-34, 115 pounds of her. She looked flushed, but still impeccable. Everything about her was perfectly in place. I wondered if she had gone through with her fantasy?

As I kissed her, she gave my crotch a stroke and said, "Go downstairs and wait for me."

I obliged. She arrived downstairs, still dressed to kill, with a video tape that she inserted into the VCR. I looked around the room for our video camera but could not find it. Had she made a tape of the event? As the tape started, I could tell shooting took place in a local hotel—I mean, hotel rooms are hotel rooms. The two men and my wife had entered the room then my wife instructed them to sit down and make themselves comfortable. Susan tuned in a rock music station on the radio in the room then asked one of the men to dance.

My wife leaned over, kissed me gently, and said, "Now, it starts."

As we kissed, Susan stroked my crotch.

The man joined my wife at the foot of the bed and started to move with her. As they danced, the other man joined in from behind my wife. The first man moved his hands to Susan's waist and they kissed; slowly at first, then very, very hard. I could see their tongues probing their mouths. The man behind Susan reached around Susan and lightly touched her breasts through her leather jacket. She then told the two men to sit down and watch.

Susan, dancing wildly to the music, slowly removed her jacket revealing a white, strapless leather low-cut top. Her hair was flying as she danced. Next, she slowly undid the snaps of her leather top. Beneath the top, Susan wore a black, strapless half bra that left some of her areolae exposed. The two men's eyes were popping out and I noticed they each had huge bulges in their pants. While doing her strip tease, Susan reached over to each man and stroked their cocks through their pants. She then asked them to remove their clothes. They each removed their clothes very quickly while my wife let her hands cup her breasts then moved to under her skirt where she put a finger in her vagina. She teased the two men.

"Wanna taste?" She asked as she licked her finger.

I sat stunned. In fact, she wouldn't even kiss me after I had eaten her. This was a new Susan and I was loving it.

The two men, one tall with black hair, the other medium height with a touch of gray, each licked her finger then begged her to take off her remaining clothes. She obliged, but at her own pace. As she danced, she wiggled out of the red leather mini skirt to reveal her white stockings, white garter, and a white g-string. She turned, faced directly at where she had hidden the camera and said, "Hey, do you like what you see?"

Clearly, her question was for me, but the guys said, "Sure! Show more."

She licked her lips seductively then turned to face the two men. She danced over to one of them who reached up and pulled her toward him. As the two of them kissed, the other man started feeling Susan's ass then tried to undo her bra.

"Not until I'm ready," protested Susan.

She turned and gave the offending man a huge smile then with one smooth motion, took his cock into her mouth.

"Are you angry?" Susan asked me as we sat on the couch,

"No, Sue, I'm not angry at all, in fact, if you'll notice my pants, I'm quite excited. I never knew you had this in you." I replied.

"I didn't either until you asked me about it the other day." Susan said as she gave my cock another stroke through my pants.

On the television, I saw a scene of sexual abandon. Susan stopped sucking the shorter man's cock, then turned to them and asked them to stand. Susan then dropped to her knees, faced the camera, smiled and licked both of their cocks from tip to base. The taller mans cock was huge—much bigger than my seven inches. The other mans cock was a little shorter and quite thin. She continued to alternate her attentions on their cocks for a little while longer. The sight of my wife, on her knees, dressed in white lingerie with red shoes, red lips, and red fingernails stroking and sucking their cocks was too much to bear. I pulled my cock out. My wife didn't miss a beat. She started to slowly stroke my cock but then motioned me to look at the action on the screen.

The action paused for a moment as my wife walked toward the camera, got something then came back to the two men. She paused and as the radio played a hard rock song then told the men to masturbate for her. As they masturbated, Susan continued her strip tease. She was throwing her head wildly from side to side all the while slowly removing her bra. The look on the faces of the men was one of complete fascination as my horny wife undressed before them. She turned to face the camera and let her bra fall to the floor. Susan has a beautiful body and has spent plenty of time working out to keep herself in good shape. We have two kids but you wouldn't know that to look at her. Her body is as firm and soft as any eighteen year-old. In keeping herself in shape she has also managed to cheat aging. Susan is routinely asked to present identification when we order drinks on our nights out. Now, these men were going to see Susan naked. I was beside myself with passion as I sat next to Susan.

On the screen, Susan turned to face the men. Their jaws dropped when they saw my wife's beautiful tits. She moved closer to them and each man felt a breast while my wife stroked their cocks. The look on Susan's face was one of ecstasy as the men, the shorter one first, followed by the taller one, sucked on her breasts.

The music was still going strong and Susan regained a bit of her composure as she told the men to continue masturbating.

Susan continued her strip tease by sitting on a chair then spread her legs wide. As she did so, she slid her hand under the waist of her g- string then to her pussy. As she watched the men masturbate, Susan slowly slid off her g-string and masturbated a bit for the men. She motioned for the taller one to come over then led him down between her legs. He began to lick her for all he was worth. Susan was now moaning with each deep breath. I could tell she was nearing orgasm.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Eat me. Eat me!" Susan said in a rhythmic pattern.

Her body stiffened and she bucked her hips wildly against the mans face. Her hands grasped his head as she came in waves. The man between her legs got up and kissed Susan deeply. Susan took his cock in her hand then slid a condom over its length. She motioned to the man still on the bed masturbating to come over to the chair. As she slid a condom over his cock, she placed his cock at her mouth then the man plunged his cock into her mouth. The taller man then bent over and placed his sheathed cock at the lips of my wife's swollen, wet pussy. Susan stopped sucking cock just long enough to say, "Fuck me hard."

As the huge cock slowly entered Susan, she began to press her hips forward. I could not believe what I was watching. My wife, a mother of two had a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. It was incredible. After a slow start, the taller man was now filling my wife with his cock on each stroke. The shorter man now straddled my wife's face and started fucking my wife's mouth as if there were no tomorrow.

Soon the taller man started bucking wildly into my wife. It was clear he was going to come soon as Susan matched each stroke. She lost concentration on the cock she was sucking. The cock came out of her mouth with an audible pop. The man straddling my wife's face now knelt beside her chair and started sucking on her nipples. The shorter man's sucking on her nipples was all it took to drive my wife over the edge again. She came in a tremendous orgasm. Shortly after, the taller man came in a violent scene of grunting and humping. The taller man dismounted my wife. The shorter man took his place in my wife's cunt. As they were fucking, the men picked up my wife and placed her on the bed. It was quite an athletic move but not a stroke was lost. The fucking grew fast and furious. My wife asked the taller man to put on a fresh rubber and fill her mouth with his cock. In short order, my wife again had two cocks in her at once. Getting a blow job from my beautiful wife was working. The mans cock was coming back to life. My wife was unable to get the entire cock in her mouth.

The fucking again grew faster but Susan stopped it by asking if the men would mind doing her a favor. The taller of the two went to the bathroom then returned with a tube of K-Y jelly. Susan asked the man to lubricate his fingers and finger fuck her asshole as the other man fucked her. Again, I didn't know what to think. Was this my Susan? First being filled with two cocks and now wanting to be finger fucked in the ass while the other guy fucked her pussy? Susan and I had never approached the subject of anal sex. I thought about it but decided against it since my wife was so shy about anything to do with sex. It was as if she were another person. I did not know her, but I knew her. She was stroking my cock as the scene was unfolding on the television. It had to be her.

The two fucking on the bed switched positions. My wife climbed on top of the shorter man. Susan's vagina swallowed the man's cock to the balls as they began fucking. Susan bent forward then kissed the shorter man. She asked him to suck her tits like he did earlier. Susan's position also gave the taller man better access to her asshole. The taller man lubricated his finger and smeared some grease on my wife's anus. Slowly he plunged one finger in her ass then began to move it and out as he stroked his cock with his free hand. My wife gasped as the sensations swept over her. She breathlessly exclaimed, "God, this feels fantastic!"

With those words, the man fingering my wife inserted another finger in my wife that prompted my wife to say, "Fuck me with your cock up my ass. I want two of you fucking me at the same time!"

Susan did not have to ask twice as the taller man smeared lubricant on his still sheathed, hard cock. My wife asked him to go very slowly and be extremely gentle because she did not know what to expect. The man said not to worry and with that began probing the head of his cock around my wife's anus. Slowly the man's huge cock entered her virgin anal cavity. Susan looked apprehensive but slowly began a fucking motion. Soon her motion increased in intensity. My wife was fucking two cocks at once and loving every inch of it. She was hotter than I had ever seen her, had done things I never dreamed she would do, and was doing something I had only seen in XXX rated movies.

As they were fucking, my wife asked the man fucking her in the ass to reach around and play with her clit. As he played with her clit, Susan's motions became more intense. As she became more intense, the men started fucking back—hard. Sweat and heat, emanated from this sex-charged scene. The man in my wife's cunt said he was going to come. The man in my wife's asshole said he was going to come. My wife yelled, "Come, come! I'm coming, too!"

After their orgasms, the three of kissed and laid spent on the bed. Soon the two men dressed, gave my wife their phone numbers, then each kissed Susan at the door as they left. Susan then turned to the camera and said, "See you, soon, lover."

As the tape came to an end, my wife started sucking on my cock with an abandon that I have never seen in her. She was slurping and swallowing the thing whole. My head was spinning with a horniness I hadn't experienced since my teens. Sensing that I was going to come soon, my wife looked up at me and asked me if I liked what I saw on the tape. I said we'd talk later because right then I wanted to fuck. It was three in the morning when we finished fucking and I while I felt I could go more, my wife was quite sore. We fell asleep and awoke at 1pm the next day.

Was last night real? Was it a dream? I went downstairs and viewed a part of the tape again. It was real and while I enjoyed what I saw, I didn't know what the new sexual adventures meant to my wife and to our lives together.

Susan was positively glowing that afternoon as we ate brunch. She looked just as beautiful as she looked last night and I loved her more than ever but I had to know what this meant. I asked the question, "What did last night mean?"

"It means that I love you more than ever. It means that nothing has changed between us. It means I am not afraid of my desires. I was just afraid I would hurt your feelings." Susan explained.

"When you looked at me at the bar with hurt in your eyes, Susan, I knew you really wanted to do what you did. I admit that even now, I still don't believe some of the things you did, but I am just happy you're happy." I answered.

Susan leaned across the table and we kissed.

Crossings, Chapter Two

In the days that followed, I could not keep my hands off my wife. We were charged with sexual energy and we fucked like we had done before the kids came. It was great. We were fucking about four times daily. On weekends, fucking was non-stop. One day, my wife called-in sick, but I couldn't stay with her because of an important meeting I had to attend. I came home as early as I could and found Susan with a big smile on her face.

"Why the big smile, Sue?" I asked.

"I've been reading your old Penthouse magazines and I found something I'd like to try in one of the columns." She replied.

Immediately I began to wonder what was going on? Would she have another wild fantasy? I couldn't wait to hear!

"What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by another erotic vision.

"This is going to sound to stupid but I read it is possible to put a condom on with my mouth and I want to try it with you. It is supposed to be very erotic and in the column it said it feels really good too. You'll enjoy it." Susan answered.

"Okay, I'm up for it, when do you want to try?" I asked with a smile.

"How about right now?" Susan asked looking up to me with those big brown eyes.

Sure!" I laughed as a jolt of pleasure went through my cock.

Little did I know but this was going to be a very important part of our lives as time went on. She practiced until she got the hang of it. She was right. It did feel great.

About two months after the bar pickup, with Susan and I still fucking like rabbits, Susan asked, "What is your fantasy?"

"Fantasy...," I stuttered. "After viewing that tape, I doubt I have a fantasy."

"Come on," she prodded.

"Do you really want to know, Sue?" I asked.

"Sure. It's just a fantasy, right?" She replied.

Ever since I started reading Penthouse in the early seventies, the thing I always looked forward to was the girl-girl pictorials. Somehow they mostly seemed innocent, gentle, tender, and incredibly erotic. I spent many nights just dreaming of what it would be like to actually watch two women making love.

"Well, I don't think you're going like this, Susan," I said, thinking about the consequences.

"Tell me, please," she pleaded.

"Two things, Sue. One, I would like to be with you when you fuck two guys as you did a while back. I think it would be great to be there and share it with you. I would make it three guys. Two, I would like to watch two women making love," I said, embarrassed.

Sue thought for a moment and answered, "The first one, I would love. The second one, I don't know about. Where would we find two women?"

"Well, I was actually hoping it would be you and another woman," I answered, trying to conceal my embarrassment.

"You know I've been reading your old Penthouse magazines and I find the all women pictorials to be very intense. I've even masturbated over a couple of issues," she replied. "But I do not know about me actually picking up a women. For starters, where would I find one? I'm not going to place an ad in the personals because I find that too frightening. About the only place I can think of is going to a lesbian bar to try to get picked up and I'm not sure I could do that."

"I understand. It's okay," I said.

"No, no. I want to do it, but I can't work out where to find a girl. I have thought about it, too, you know?" she said matter of factly.

"No, I didn't know, but I've got an idea," I said.

The idea was really simple. We would go down south to the beach, where we knew we knew no one. Before I married Susan, while serving in the Navy and stationed at the beach, I had mistakenly tried to go into a lesbian bar only shooed away by the door keeper. At least I knew the location of one lesbian bar. Susan liked the idea—especially that we would be out of town. I was surprised given her earlier response. We made plans to go down to the beach in two weeks for a week to see what happened.

The next two weeks, the fantasy developed further. I wanted to have a video record of the whole thing from the seduction to actual fucking. The thought of the seduction was particularly intriguing. It brought back memories of my watching Susan at the bar with the two men. I was like a madman in bed. Susan was like a madwoman. We were charged and ready to go. The only problem was getting the video record.

I looked in a number of different catalogs to find miniature video cameras and even found a store in our area that specialized in such things. Unfortunately, while the video cameras were small, those in my price range did not yield enough quality to be satisfactory. Finally, I settled on a very small Hi-8 camera. Susan bought a purse just big enough to hold the camera, two extra tapes, an extra battery, and her wallet. I modified the purse to hold the camera securely and cut a hole big enough for the lens. We tested it and it appeared to work fine; it weighed just about as much as Susan's normal purse. I found two long life batteries. We were set.

The day before we left, Susan went out and bought new clothes for our trip. She wouldn't let me see the clothes saying they were a surprise. God, how I love this woman. The next morning we left for the beach. We arrived at the beach early in the afternoon and checked in to our hotel. The plan was for Sue to get a recommendation on a salon from the concierge then go get her hair done.

Sue left at around three for her hair appointment and came back about three hours later with her hair done exactly as it had been for her fantasy trip to the airport. She teased me about it being girl's night out and sent me down to the bar to wait for her. About half an hour later, she came down and I had to do a triple take. As it was early, the bar was nearly empty but as she approached me, the bartender asked me if she was with me. I said she was and he said I was lucky—all the time fighting to look away from her.

Susan really dressed to kill. She wore black thigh-high boots over skin-tight black leather pants, a tight white tank top, no bra, a black leather jacket, around her neck was a black cameo choker, and her makeup was perfect. I did not look out of place because I was wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket. Additionally, I have long hair. The bartender asked if we in the music business. Apparently we looked the part of a rock and roll couple.

After drinks, we decided to check out some of the local seafood haunts that mark the area. During dinner, it was obvious that all the men in the place were looking at Susan. Sue remarked that she was getting very dirty looks from the other women. I was eating it up. As I used to say when I was in the Navy, "You are one fuckable lady."

Susan grinned and said we better get going because it was it was already nine and she had some hunting to do.

Susan went to the women's room while I paid the check. Sue met me at the door and we drove off. The plan was for Sue to drop me off at the hotel where I would bounce off the walls for a few hours. I decided I'd rather hear some music and I would go back to the hotel later, hopefully to watch some video. We kissed as Sue dropped me off at one of my old haunts saying, "Have fun."

"Good hunting, my lioness," I said.

She smiled as she drove away into the night.

I don't know what's worse: sitting in a hotel room waiting for magic, or sitting in a bar listening to a band playing bad covers of metal songs. I kept thinking that when I was a few years younger, I would have been right into this stuff. After a few drinks, things didn't seem that bad and I actually started having fun. At about midnight, I left the bar and started back to the hotel. Along the way, I noted how the sights had not really changed that much at the beach. Sure, there were new buildings, but the basic thing was still the same: This was a party town and people came here to party. As I thought that, I quickened my pace for the hotel. I had a party to attend, or so I hoped.

I didn't know what to expect when I got back to our room, so I was very quiet when I entered. Who knows, I might have stumbled into something great? Well, that wasn't the case. I found myself alone. I decided to take a shower then watch TV while I was waiting. The shower felt great and I settled in to watch a movie on TV. Sometime during the movie, I fell asleep and woke up the next morning still alone. Something must have happened, but it wasn't in the plan for Susan to stay out all night. Immediately, I got worried. This game we were playing suddenly appeared very dangerous. I glanced at the phone and noticed the message light was blinking. I dialed the operator and was relieved to find that the message was from Susan. The message said that Susan was fine and that she would be back at around nine. That's all the message said. Susan and I would have to talk about her going out alone. I did not want to lose my wife at the hands of some nut. I ordered breakfast for two from room service, took a shower and waited.

Breakfast arrived shortly after I got out of the shower. I tipped the room service waitress and sat down to eat. About five minutes into breakfast, Susan arrived, looking quite tired, but great nonetheless. She said she was sorry about staying out all night but she drank too much and did not want to drive. I thanked her for leaving the message and said I worried about her until I got the message. She bent over, kissed me on the cheek and said that if we ever do anything like this again, we had to make better plans. I asked here where she spent the night. "You'll see," she said with a big grin.

Sue said she wanted to take a shower and that she would eat when she got out. I asked if I could be of help. She said no, but that I should get the camera out of her purse and set it up. Little did I know but this was going to be the typical scenario of our exploits. It seemed as if Susan got some thrill out of making me wait. Oh, well, I enjoyed it, too.

After I set up the camera and connected it to the television, I resumed eating breakfast. The phone rang. It was the front desk calling to check on the television. Turns out they have an anti-theft feature that alarms them if someone removes the cable connection. I told them what I did and they said to call next time before I disconnected the cable.

Susan emerged from the shower, hair wet, makeup gone, and hungry as hell. She said that she thought she had eaten enough to fill her for a week. She winked and started in.

After breakfast, she inserted the first tape and hit play. The tape started with Susan in the car in the parking lot of the bar I told her about.

"Well, here goes, honey," Susan said.

With that she got out of the car and walked toward the door. The music from inside the bar could be heard on the tape being shot from outside. She opened the door and walked in. She was greeted by the "hostess"—not a very good looking woman who said, "Honey, you're not going to like it in here."

Susan said, "Hmm, why is that?"

"This might not be your kind of bar. This is a bar where girls get together," the hostess said.

"That's fine with me," Susan said. "I'm not looking for a man."

"Are you a lesbian?" Asked the hostess.

"I'm bi, but this is girls night out, if you know what I mean," Susan said.

"Okay, but you look like a 'stick type. You might not like this place that much," observed the hostess.

"Well, I'll just get a drink, look around and see if I make some friends," added Susan.

"Fine by me, welcome," greeted the hostess.

Susan took a seat at the bar and proceeded to make some comments to the camera.

"Can you see this?", she asked. "This place is really hopping but I'm not too interested in the women here, babe."

After finishing her drink, she got up to leave but was stopped by a rather large woman who asked Susan why she was rushing away. Susan joked that she was tired and just stopped in for a drink. With that, she went to the door and commented to the hostess, "I see what you mean. Do you know of any places that I might like?"

The hostess gave her directions to a place near the beach.

Once in the car Susan said, "Sorry. That place was sleazy.

See you later."

She turned off the camera and drove to the other bar.

I turned to Susan and apologized. I told her the woman at the door looked like the same person who stopped me, years earlier. Susan laughed.

"Oh and one, honey," the TV said.

With that, Susan looked at the new bar and said, "Much nicer place."

Susan went inside and went straight to the bar. Before sitting down, she spun slowly giving me a great look inside this bar. The bar appeared to be really nice with nice looking women dressed quite well. Susan sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

"You haven't been here before. Are you new in town?" Asked the male bartender.

"I'm here on vacation and heard about this place from a friend," replied Susan.

"Funny time of the year to be taking a vacation, darling," said the bartender.

"I don't like crowds that much," answered Susan.

"Me neither, but it's great money when the tourists show up.

Have fun," closed the bartender.

Susan stopped the camera at that point. She told me she stopped the camera to save tape. Not ten minutes after she stopped the camera, she was asked by a woman to dance. Susan accepted, but did not have time to turn on the camera.

"Sorry, Mark," she apologized, "I was caught by surprise."

When the tape started again, seated next to Susan was a great looking long haired blonde. They introduced themselves. The blonde's name was Kristy. They left to dance several times, but Susan always made sure to aim her purse at the dance floor. At first, their dancing looked quite normal—just like you see at a straight bar when two women danced. After a few drinks and a few songs, the Kristy playfully grabbed Susan by the waist and did one hump on her leg. After the song, they returned to the bar.

"Come join me at my table," said Kristy with a big, white toothed smile.

"Okay," said Susan, "but first I have to go to the restroom."

In the stall, Susan checked the tape and found that it was near the end. Susan changed the tape.

In our room, Susan got up and changed the tape here. She asked, "What do you think of Kristy?"

"Nice, I said. Very nice."

"Yeah, but you haven't seen all of her, yet," Susan teased.

Susan returned to the table that was right next to the dance floor. Kristy had taken the liberty to order another round of drinks.

"Here's the money for mine," offered Susan.

"No need. Tonight, you drink free," smiled Kristy, "They're on me."

What a line, I thought. Susan did, too. Susan just smiled and said, "Watch the tape, Mark."

A slow song was playing and several couples went to the dance floor.

"Let's dance," asked Kristy.

"I don't know...," Susan said apprehensively.

Kristy leaned closer to Susan and said, "Don't worry. I know you're new at this."

"How do you know that?" Asked Susan.

"I just have a feeling," answered Kristy, "are you bi, by any chance?"

"I think so, but I'm not sure. I mean, I have never been with a woman before, but I know I love sex with men. Lately, I have caught myself thinking about the women at work." Susan said with a gleam in her eyes.

"I'm bi, too, Susan," added Kristy, "I come here really to relax and dance someplace where I know I will only get hit on if I want to get to hit on. I don't normally come here and hit on women, but when I saw you, something clicked and told me to at least be friendly."

"Thanks. I appreciate it. I'll dance, now," Susan said playfully.

As Susan and Kristy moved toward each other on the dance floor, I noticed that Susan had taken off her jacket. Although I couldn't see it on the tape, I was sure Susan's breasts were getting noticed.

As the two women danced, they moved in unison and there was something very natural about their movements. It was as if they each knew what the other was going to do. As the two women returned to the table, Kristy bent over Susan and gave her a short kiss on the lips.

"Can we go someplace else?" Asked Susan

"Sure. Let's go to my place. We can listen to music, dance, and drink there, too," Kristy answered.

"Great. I'll follow you over," Susan offered. "That's my car over here, Kristy. I'll be right behind you"

Just then, Kristy came closer and kissed Susan harder this time.

Susan got into the car and said, "Well, looks like I'm going to do it, Mark. I know I'm going to enjoy this."

Susan changed the battery and tape, then turned on the camera before she got out of the car and said, "Enjoy the show, Mark."

As the two women entered the condo, in the brighter light, I finally got a good look at Kristy. Kristy was about the same height as my wife, with long, straight blonde hair. Kristy was beautiful. She wore a blue mini-skirt, with sheer stockings and heels. Kristy presented quite a contrast from my newly coifed, dressed to thrill rock and roll wife. Susan put her purse down on what appeared to be a table that had a view of the entire room.

"Susie," my wife hates being called Susie, but she didn't say anything, "wanna do some tequila?"

"Sure," Susan answered as she looked around the room. "Nice condo, Kristy. I like the view."

"It's not much of a view, but it'll have to do until next winter when I move further up," Kristy answered.

The two women then sat down and started to tell each other their life stories. They were drinking shots of tequila and it soon became evident that both women were feeling the effects. They talked about everything from their jobs to food. Kristy, as it turned out, was a go-go dancer for a local agency. She explained that she didn't dance nude except for private parties and that the local clubs, except for a couple, were bikini dancing, only. Susan explained her career to Kristy and generally impressed the hell out of Kristy. Kristy found it hard to believe that a woman as beautiful as Susan could do as well as she had. Susan explained that she didn't look this way in the office and that tonight was one of her special nights out. As the conversation continued, it got more personal. Since both women had said they were bisexual, Susan asked Kristy if she had a boyfriend. Kristy said she did and they had an open relationship. Kristy said her boyfriend, a sailor, was often at sea for long periods of time and that even though she had permission to go out with whomever she chose, she found it more comfortable to go out with women. She explained that she didn't really do it that often but that she had special nights, too. Kristy asked Susan if she had a boyfriend. Susan said she was happily married and that tonight's special night out was both hers and my fantasy. Kristy's eyes lit up at that and asked how long Susan had been married. When Susan said she had been married for seventeen years and had two kids in college, Kristy's mouth fell open.

"How old are you?" Asked Kristy.

"Thirty-five," answered Susan, "is that a problem?"

"No, no, no," said Kristy as she took her hands from her face and threw back her hair. "I can't believe you are thirty-five, Susie. You look as though you're maybe twenty. How in the hell did you manage to stay so young looking?"

Susan explained her regimen and Kristy said she prayed she looked half as good as Susan when she turned thirty-five.

"So, tell me about your husband," asked Kristy.

Susan explained that I was thirty-nine, an executive for a national computer company, and that I was here at a hotel with her while she had her special night out. Kristy said her boyfriend liked to know about her forays into lesbian sex and that she often wrote long letters to her boyfriend explaining every detail. She asked if Susan would mind if she told her boyfriend about her.

"Hell, no!" Exclaimed Susan. "In fact, my husband likes the same thing, but with a twist."

With that, she got up and got her purse. She handed her purse to Kristy.

"Look inside." Susan said.

"My God! You've got a video camera in here, and it's running!" Kristy squealed. "This is great! Have you been taping this whole thing?"

"Yes, I have." Susan apologized, with her eyes lowered. "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, Susie," Kristy said excitedly. "What's your husband's name?"

"Mark." Susan answered.

"Hi, Mark! I'm Kristy! We're going to put on a show and a half for you." Kristy said as she stared into the lens. "Just sit back, relax, and get ready."

In the hotel room, with Susan eating more breakfast, now, I couldn't stop laughing.

In the condo, Kristy put on some music and the mood was set. She returned the video camera to its previous location and returned to Sue.

"I have an idea, Susie," said Susan's host. "Let's dance."

"Great idea," Susan, clearly emboldened by the tequila added, "but first, lick this salt off my wrist and take a shot. I'll do the same for you."

After the two women drank their shots, Kristy led Susan to the center of the floor.

The two women came together in a standard slow dance, but Kristy took the lead. Kristy let her left hand slide down Susan's back to Susan's leather-clad ass. Kristy pulled Susan closer and the women looked into their eyes. Kristy cocked her head to one side and kissed Susan gently on the lips. As she kissed Susan, Kristy pulled Susan even closer. The kiss broke then Susan put her arms around Kristy, parted her lips and kissed Kristy hard and deep. Their lips broke and I could see their tongues come together in what was a scene just as I had remembered from my older Penthouse magazines.

As I sat in the hotel room, my penis got very hard in my pants. Susan reached over and gave it a stroke as she finished her breakfast. I pulled out my penis and began to stroke it slowly as the scene unfolded on the screen.

Their kiss lasted a long time while their hands explored freely over each other's bodies. Susan pushed back Kristy's hair and moved her lips down Kristy's neck, licking gently as she went.

"Ohhh, that feels good." sighed Kristy as she slowly threw back her head.

Susan whispered something in Kristy's ear and the two women broke their embrace. They walked, slowly over to the camera saying, "Come with us, Mark."

Susan picked up the camera as she was led to the bedroom by Kristy.

The two women entered the bedroom, positioned the camera and resumed their lesbian embrace. Kristy gently directed Susan to her bed, laid beside her and started kissing Susan with abandon. Tongues explored mouths, necks, and ears. Kristy gently felt Susan's now fully erect nipple through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"I'm going to undress you, Susie," whispered Kristy as her hand undid the snap on Susan's leather pants.

Susan sat up, kissed Kristy again, raised her arms above her head, and Kristy removed both her tank top and her leather jacket in one motion. Bare chested, Susan laid back on the bed and let Kristy remove her boots and leather pants. Susan than stood up, arched her back and began undressing Kristy. Susan pulled Kristy close while she reached around the blondes back and slid the zipper down on her blue dress. Susan pushed the dress from Kristy's shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. Kristy, like Susan did not wear a bra and her tits were quite a bit larger than Susan's but every bit as firm. The nipples on both women's breasts were erect. Susan's hands lightly traced the outline of Kristy's breasts. Susan turned to the camera, turning Kristy as well then said, "Mark, I'm going to lick her breasts."

She did.

Slowly at first, Susan teased each nipple with her tongue as Kristy was moaning. Kristy then, feeling the heat, and weak legged, laid down on the bed and motioned for Susan to join her. The two women kissed some more as their hands explored their bodies. Susan moved her mouth to Kristy's tits and began sucking in earnest. Kristy had a handful of Susan's curly brown hair and began smelling it and rubbing the ends on her free nipple. Susan's right hand moved slowly down Kristy's stomach then under her panty hose. Kristy moved her hips up and in anticipation of Susan's next move, parted her legs. Kristy's moan signaled that Susan's hand found its mark.

Susan rubbed Kristy's womanhood for a few moments then stood, and pulled off the blondes' panty hose and panties in one motion.

"Eat me." Kristy moaned as her passion rose.

Susan, not needing any encouragement at this point, got on her knees and got her first taste of pussy. Kristy's hands grasped my wife's head and Kristy played with Susan's hair. Kristy then started moving her hips, grinding them into my beautiful wife's face.

While I watched, Susan looked at me and asked, "Would you like to fuck me in the ass while I eat pussy?"

I turned to look at Susan and said, "Of course! Who wouldn't?"

"I thought so," Susan said. "I'm going to suck your cock now, while you watch."

As I watched, Susan did as she said.

On the screen, Kristy had released Susan's head and began squeezing her own nipples. As she squeezed her large nipples, her moans grew louder. It was clear Kristy was nearing orgasm. Kristy then cupped her right tit in her hand, raised her head, and began licking her nipple as Susan continued to eat her. Kristy's was now in the throes of an orgasm. Susan, not missing a lick, inserted, one, then two fingers into Kristy's pussy and began pumping them in and out. Kristy said, "Oh, God, I'm coming."

At that moment, Susan removed her fingers, reached up and Kristy sucked them into her mouth, tasting her own juices. Kristy was bucking violently on the bed, now. Susan, with her other hand, moved Kristy's leg, parted the cheeks of her ass and inserted her pinkie finger into the blondes' asshole. Kristy gasped, and came in my wife's mouth. My wife had pleasured her first woman.

Kristy, regaining some of her composure, pulled Susan on top of her and licked the cunt juice from my wife's face and mouth. They kissed for a few moments then Susan straddled one of Kristy's legs and ground her as yet unsatisfied pussy against Kristy's thigh. Kristy started grinding her cunt against Susan's leg. The passion in the two mounted.

Kristy's next move was to gently roll Susan on to her back, elevate my wife's hips then slide her panties down. Kristy turned to the camera and said, "It's your wife's turn, now, Mark."

As she said that, she parted Susan's legs and began exploring the folds of Susan's vagina, first with her fingers, then with her mouth and tongue.

"This feels fantastic," Susan said breathlessly as Kristy worked magic on my wife's pussy. "Don't ever stop. Your tongue feels so good on my clit."

Susan ground her pussy into the face of her female lover while pinching her own nipples lightly. Susan always does this when she is ready to come while being eaten. Quickly, without warning, Susan flooded Kristy's mouth with her come. Kristy did not stop. She continued eating my wife's pussy. She was fucking my wife with her tongue. Kristy then flipped around and buried her cunt on my wife's eager tongue. It was another first in a night of firsts: My wife's first lesbian sixty-nine.

In our room, Susan stopped the tape and continued sucking my very erect cock. Susan's sucking coupled with the incredible images I had seen had me near coming. Susan quickened her pace. With her mouth's upstroke, her fingers wrapped around my dick for a down stroke. I closed my eyes anticipating a shattering orgasm. Just as I felt the come in my balls swell, Susan slowly inserted a finger in my ass. I was shocked, but the feeling was incredible. She had only done this a couple of times—long before we married—and I immediately shot a huge load into Susan's hot mouth. She had done to me exactly as she had done to Kristy the night before. As she rose to her knees, she swallowed my come and with her finger, wiped a dribble from the corner of her mouth. With a grin, she licked her finger clean.

Susan sat next to me on the bed, reached over and started the tape again.

The two women on the screen were grinding each other's pussies into their mouths. They were making loud slurping noises when Susan stiffened and came again. Shortly after, Kristy's own orgasm arrived.

Breathless, they lay next to each other on the bed and said, "I hope you enjoyed this, Mark. We sure did!"

Kristy then turned to Susan and said, "I'm not done, though.Come with me."

The scene on the television shifted to the bathroom in Kristy's condo. Susan was aiming the camera as Kristy sat on the closed toilet. Kristy spread her legs and asked, "See my cunt lips, Mark?"

Sue zoomed in for a close-up shot of a very well trimmed and shaved pussy. Her pubic area was shaved exactly like the models in most men's magazine. She had a tuft of hair above her vagina, but the remaining area was shaved smooth. "Susie, how would you like me to shave your pussy to look like mine?" Kristy asked seductively.

"Hmm," Susan jokingly pondered, "I don't know...What the heck, let's do it."

With that, Susan put the camera down on the back of the tub, aiming it so that the lens would see all that was going to transpire.

Susan switched places on the toilet with Kristy, spread her legs, and sighed loudly as Kristy placed a kiss where the razor would be in moment. Kristy wet the area thoroughly with a hot wash cloth then combed my wife's pubic hair until it was sticking straight up. Next, Kristy pulled an electric beard trimmer, very much like my own, from a drawer, turned it on and began to trim the pubic hair above my wife's pussy to the correct length. She did so with the touch of an expert. Combing, cutting, and making sure everything was perfect. When the tuft of hair above Susan's pussy was the correct length, she then combed the hair on the my wife's labia and cut it down to the skin. The vibrations of the electric razor must have set off something in Susan because she let out a very soft, moan. Kristy kissed one of Susan's tits then continued to trim. After the labia's hair was trimmed as close as the electric razor could possibly trim, Kristy closely cut the hair on the pubic bone until just about an inch wide line of neatly trimmed hair was left.

My cock started to come back to life as I saw my wife's pussy nearly bald for the first time on the screen. I gently stroked my cock. Then again, as if on cue, Susan's hand replaced mine.

On the screen, Kristy again used a hot washcloth to wipe my wife's pussy free of loose hair. Next, she applied shaving cream to my wife's cunt lips and to each side of the tuft of hair she left above Susan's pussy. She put a fresh blade on a razor and very carefully shaved Susan. As she shaved Susan, she pulled and tugged at the loose flesh of Susan's womanhood. Susan was clearly getting turned on again and it seemed it was all she could do to stay completely still. Kristy's strokes were smooth and very deliberate. As she finished, she washed my wife's pussy with warm water. Finally, she reached for some soothing oil and rubbed it on Susan's newly bald cunt.

"Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it, Mark?" asked Susan as she looked directly into the camera.

"I think so, but first, I have a surprise for both of you," Kristy chimed in.

"Show me, Susan," I said as the scene on the screen shifted again to the bedroom.

Susan parted her robe, spread her legs and showed me one beautifully trimmed pussy. I touched the lips of her cunt. They were as soft as anything I had ever felt—softer than velvet. At this point I was fully erect and ready to screw my wife, but Susan asked to wait. There was more to see on the tape.

Susan had climbed onto Kristy's bed and was flashing her pussy to the camera while feeling her own new softness. Kristy appeared from the bathroom holding something in her hand. She turned to the camera, blocking Susan's view and whispered to the camera, "See this? I'm going to strap this on and give your wife a good fuck. When I'm done, Susan is going to fuck me."

Kristy held a medium sized dildo that looked exactly like a cock. She hid it from Susan's view as she lay beside my still horny wife. Silently and very secretly, Kristy hid the dildo under the pillow next to Susan's head while she and Kristy shared a deep, deep kiss. As they kissed, their hands again explored their bodies. Kristy whispered into Susan's ear then reached under the pillow for the dildo. Kristy stood, stepped into the harness and made the necessary adjustments while Susan looked on. On the bed, Susan stood on her knees, cupped Kristy's large, firm breasts in her hands, then said, "I love these tities, Mark. Don't you?"

Kristy laughed and asked Susan to bend over. Kristy put some lubricant on the dildo as if she was a man jerking off, then placed the rubber cock at the entrance to Susan's bald vagina. Susan turned to Kristy and pleaded, "Fuck me with your cock, Kristy."

Kristy slowly guided her "cock" into to Susan's eager cunt. Susan pushed back against the rubber dick and buried it into her cunt. Another first. My wife was actually being fucked by another woman—doggy style. At first, it was awkward, then they got their rhythm going. They were soon fucking very hard. Kristy was plunging her "cock" deep into my wife's tunnel. They met each other's thrusts as Susan reached between her legs and began fingering her clit. Kristy reached around and tweaked my wife's nipples. Susan was moaning loudly then they changed positions. They were now fucking in the missionary position. The women were bathed in sweat but continued to hammer away. Kristy brushed hair from Susan's face and kissed her hard. I could see their tongues probing and flicking. Susan then very quickly had another orgasm. After her orgasm, Susan went completely limp. I could tell she was fucked out for the night. They kissed and Susan staggered over the camera to turn it off. "See you in a little while, my love," said Susan as the screen in our room turned to video snow.

"Wow! I can't believe this happened," I said. "First you pick up a beautiful blonde. Second, you make love to her in the most erotic way possible. Third, you shave your pussy. Finally, you get fucked by another woman wearing a dildo. Unbelievable!"

"I know. It was more than I could have ever expected." Susan explained. "We really hit it off. For a woman of twenty-five to have so much in common with a woman of thirty-five is really something else."

Susan went on to explain that she and Kristy fell asleep, arms entwined that night. Upon awakening, they made lesbian love to each other once more in the morning without the camera running. Just before Susan left, Kristy suggested the three of us get together later that night for dinner, drinks, and whatever transpired. Who was I to say no?

Susan suggested that we get some sleep because tonight might be a late night. I couldn't resist giving her shaved womanhood a kiss.

I awoke before my wife. While I lay in bed awake, I started thinking about what was happening in the three lives I cherish deeply: My wife's life, my life, and our life together. It was clear my wife and I were having the time of our lives sexually. Personally, I was rejuvenated in all aspects of my life. I felt younger, had been told I looked younger, and was fucking like a teenager. It was clear that I was becoming somewhat of a voyeur though watching was just a prelude to real sex. My wife never looked better to me. She seemed completely at ease with her emerging sexual freedom and it displayed itself with more confidence in all aspects of her life. She didn't seem shy anymore. She seemed more in control. I wondered if we were sex addicts? If we were, it didn't seem to me to be that bad of an addiction as addictions go—our jobs weren't affected and our home life was never better.

Just then, my wife kissed me on my shoulder.

"Awake, Mark?" Susan asked with a yawn.

"Yeah, I've been awake for a few minutes." I answered.

"You've been thinking haven't you?" My wife asked as she sat up in bed.

"I was just wondering what effects our experimenting in our fantasies was having on our lives," I said as I sat up in bed. "I'd like to hear what you think about it, Sue."

"I think its great. At first I was worried what you would think of me, but it's clear to that your love for me, if anything, has grown. I love you more than ever, too." Susan explained. "I never thought I could do the things I've done and enjoyed them so thoroughly. I feel no guilt at all. I feel freer than I have ever felt. I feel confident."

"Looks like we're on the same page, Sue." I said, cringing at the clich. "I was thinking the same things. I do love you more than ever. Your confidence is a fantastic thing. The way you carry yourself is such a turn on that I hope your confidence never goes away. So much has changed in such a little time but I'm really happy."

"I love you, Mark," Susan said as we kissed.

"I love you, Susan." I answered.

Crossings, Chapter Seven

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

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

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

I noticed my wife was dressed and had showered. "What's on your list of things to do today?" I asked.

"After breakfast, Kristy and I are going to pickup costumes for tonight. After that, we're going to the tanning salon," Susan answered. "Then, Kristy is going to put her condo on the market. What are you doing today?"

"I'm not sure. It's Friday, I'll probably run some then workout in the gym downstairs. I'd like to play some ball, but there's no court here," I said.

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

I got out of bed and joined Kristy and Susan. "'Morning, Kristy." I said as I sat down.

"Good morning, Mark," Kristy smiled.

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

"Eventually, nothing," Susan laughed.

"Smart ass!" I said smiling.

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

"Oh, I meant to tell you, the party is in this hotel. In the suite four doors down." Kristy said with a smile. "No driving tonight!"

"Interesting," Susan said with a mischievous grin.

Kristy and Susan finished eating, cleaned up, then headed out for their day's activities. "We'll be back around six, okay?" Susan asked. "Make sure you get some video tapes. I'm leaving the car for you, today, too."

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

Around three in the afternoon, I had finished all the things I wanted to do. I decided to start planning the modifications to our party room. After getting a basic idea of the things I wanted to do, I made some drawings on hotel stationery. The room would have six remotely controlled cameras buried behind walls and shielded from view by high quality two-way mirrors. Each camera would feed a monitor in a room, probably the master bedroom. From that room, one could control, select, aim, zoom and otherwise manipulate the cameras. There would be a video selector that would allow me to feed the output of any camera into a VCR. I would also get some editing equipment for cleaning up the video we shot. It was pretty elaborate, but I figured that sooner or later we'd be unsatisfied by having a cheaper setup. I figured it would cost between twenty-five and thirty-thousand dollars to do right.

When Susan and Kristy arrived, they looked really nice. Both had tanned very well and were glowing with health. "What have you been up to since we left?" Susan asked as she and Kristy laid a few packages on the dining room table.

"Running, exercising, and figuring out how we would do the party room in the basement," I answered as both women sat down on the sofa next to me. "Here, take a look."

I explained exactly what I wanted to do. My wife, used to my being an electronics geek commented that it looked like just what we needed and to do it. Kristy, on the other hand, looked shocked at the level of complexity. Moreover, she wanted to know how much it cost. When I told her I figured it would run about twenty-five to thirty thousand dollars, she gasped and asked, "Are you guy's rich or something? You talk about thousands of dollars as if it were a trip to the 7-11."

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

"We're comfortable. If something happened and we couldn't work, we'd be okay for the rest of our lives," Susan answered in that matter of fact tone. "We're fine."

"I think you're rich." Kristy added. "But if you don't think you are rich, that's fine with me. You guys are where I want to be financially, though."

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

"Time I've got," Kristy answered.

"You'll love our house, Kristy," Susan said changing the subject. "It's really big. It sits on a hill in a nice area. We've lived there since last September. The nearest neighbors are about half a mile away."

"Damn. I hope you don't think I would do anything to jeopardize what you have?" Kristy asked in a serious tone.

"No. If we did, we wouldn't have invited you to live with us," I said in my matter of fact tone. "We trust you."

"One more question I've been dying to ask since last night, okay?" Kristy asked as Susan and I nodded, "How did you two meet?"

"Over CB radio," I answered.

"You're kidding me," Kristy said.

"No, he's not," Susan answered then started to tell the story. "I had just turned sixteen when my parent's got into CB radio. There was this wild man who went by "Devil Dawg" on the air. My parent's thought the guy was the funniest thing they had ever heard. I heard him and found him both funny and wanted to know what he looked like. One night, when we were partying, my dad broke into one of his 'show's' and he and Mark began talking. Well, they went on and on for about two hours when I asked dad to invite him over. Dad did. About ten minutes later, Mark and Darryl--Darryl was one of Mark's friends at the time--showed up at our house."

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

"Yeah, whatever, Mark," Susan continued with the story. "So here are my parents, Mark and Darryl talking about whatever subject came up. I noticed Mark kept stealing glances at me when I would take a hit from the bong, or smoked a cigarette, so I didn't do anymore in front of him. I thought he hated me, but I couldn't tell."

"Truth of the matter was," I interrupted, "I was a big jock at twenty years old, who just lost his full ride because of injury, and I just didn't do those things. Darryl, on the other hand, never found a party he didn't like. Sue was really pretty and I really didn't think she fit in to the picture that I saw. I liked her, but I didn't like what she was doing."

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

"Yeah, we'd get drunk and stoned together. They'd buy me cigarettes, too," Susan explained. "Anyhow, Mark and Darryl really got along with my parents. When Mark went to the bathroom one time, Darryl asked me out. I really wanted to go out with Mark, but Mark didn't even ask me for my phone number. I thought he hated me and thought I was a little kid."

"I didn't, Sue. I was shy," I said blushing as I picked up the story. "The next Friday night, Darryl and Sue went out for pizza or something. She asked Darryl to take her to my house. He did. She and Darryl stayed at my house for about an hour talking on the radio. I kind of figured there was something up, but I didn't want to hurt my friend so I stayed low."

"Mark was unemployed, a college dropout," Sue continued, "and had no direction whatsoever. He was a jock, too--he was, and still is quite buff--the perfect guy for a sixteen year-old head to fall in love with. Two days later, during lunch, I called him from school and laid it on the line. I said I liked him and I wanted to date him. He asked me about Darryl and I said I never liked Darryl--we were just friends. It was him I wanted. He said he liked me, too, but didn't want to hurt Darryl's feelings so he didn't do anything."

"What a guy! Right, Kristy?" I joked then picked up the story. "There was a big problem: My car was broken. I worked all the next week to fix my car. The day of our first date, I was still working on my car when Susan. I was greasy from head to toe but we talked for a few minutes and Susan left. I finished the car, got cleaned up and we went out on our first date."

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

"Pothead, boozer," Susan answered, "everything was wonderful for about a month then Mark asked me to quit smoking, drinking, and doing drugs."

"Big mistake," I said. "I should have kept my big mouth shut. That was the first wrong thing I did. The next wrong thing I did was to ask her to marry me. I was in no position to do that, yet I did anyway. Initially, Sue's parents were very supportive. but gradually they correctly decided that their daughter was too young to be having sex regularly and to even be thinking about marriage. One night at dinner I made the biggest mistake in my life to date."

"Mark and Dad had been talking," Susan added. "Dad was trying to convince Mark that marriage might not be the smartest thing at our age--even though both Mark and I had said we'd wait until I graduated from high school."

"I wanted none of it," I said thinking back to that moment. "Instead of thinking first, I simply asked Sue's father if he and his wife ever wanted to see their grandchildren. That was the most insanely stupid thing I have ever done in my life. Needless to say, that's what changed Sue's parents opinion of me--fast."

"Yeah, they went on this all out blitz to discredit everything Mark had ever done for me and them," Susan said. "It was insane. When I would tell Mark what was going on, he'd get mad. When I talked about Mark, my parent's would get mad. I couldn't talk to anyone without getting yelled at about something."

"It was horrible," I continued, "my heart was slowly breaking everyday because I knew that Susan's father was right about her age and I certainly had no way to support a wife. I knew that something was going to give soon, so I decided to pull back in very subtle ways. I smoked pot with Susan. I told her that seeing her smoke cigarettes turned me on--it did, but I didn't really want that. It was sort of my way of giving Susan back to her parents. Soon, Susan's parents forbade me to see her."

"We would sneak around to see each other, but it was horrible," I continued. "So ugly. Finally, Susan told me that she wanted to see other guys. I tried to go along with it for a while, but I was stupid then, too. I told her she would never see me again. I was so disgusted with myself that I joined the Navy and left home--for good, I thought."

"In the meantime, I went wild." Susan said. "I would party every weekend, get stoned, drunk, and all that crap with my friends. My parent's loved it. They had their daughter back. I thought I loved it, too. Mark was out of the picture."

"That's really sad," Kristy said with tears welling up in her eyes. "What happened to get you back together?"

"Coincidence," I said, "I had just graduated from an enlisted school in the west and was home on leave before going back to school on the same base. My best friend and I were going to see his sister graduate from high school. We went, then I mentioned that the other high school in the area--the one Susan was attending--had graduation that night. I knew Susan would be graduating that year and I only hoped she would be there. I just wanted to see her. I didn't intend for her to see me."

"Somehow, I saw him standing by a gate on the football field looking really sad and alone," Susan continued. "When he saw that I saw him, he looked away. I was wondering why he was here and why he would look away when I looked at him. I just didn't understand at the time. I didn't know that he was crying."

"I was trying hard not to cry. Susan was everything I had ever wanted and I blew it. Seeing her standing there in cap and gown made me very proud but it made me intensely sad," I explained. "See, this was supposed to be when were to be getting married and I blew it. When she looked at me, I had to look away."

"After the ceremony, when everyone left, I sent my friend home, and I just went into the stands and cried harder than I had ever cried in my life," I said as tears were welling up in my eyes just then. "After about ten minutes I got up to leave and started walking home."

"I saw him walking home when I was on my way home. I stopped my car and said something corny like, 'Need a date, sailor?'" Susan explained as she took my hand. "He looked at me. It was clear he had been crying, so I got out of the car and right there on the shoulder of the road, I kissed him on the cheek and asked him what was wrong."

"I started crying uncontrollably. I was really feeling sorry for myself, but I wanted Susan to know that I had changed. I wanted just to talk to her. We talked for about an hour on the side of the road," I added as I wiped a tear from my cheek--I looked at Kristy, she had tears in her eyes, too.

"Mark apologized for everything. He blamed himself for all the problems. He said he was stupid and I couldn't disagree. It was just so fantastic to see him. When we hugged, I felt like all my problems went away," Susan said as she looked at me. "Then I kissed him."

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

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

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

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

"A week after Mark and I got married. I stopped smoking, too," Susan said, "It wasn't hard. It was something I wanted to do anyway. Mark provided me with incentive to better myself. By the time we got married, Mark had already gotten his bachelors in computer science, was accepted to Officer's Candidates School, and was working on his Master's."

"After I got hurt playing football, I decided computers were the way to go, so I went that way. Not to brag, but it wasn't the easiest thing to do," I said.

"Mark is the smartest person I have ever met. Our kids are that way, too. They graduated high school a year and a half early--both of them," Susan beamed.

"Mike, the youngest--by eight minutes--is a great basketball player. He went to some camps put on by shoe companies last year and he's going to be a starter next year for his school," I had my chance to beam. "He'll be a red-shirted freshman. He wasn't allowed to play this year because of his age, but really, and truly, he's the best two guard they've ever had."

"Isn't he terrible? He brags about his son to everyone who will listen," Susan said. "Paige, our oldest is a red-shirt freshman at her school. She play's basketball, too."

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

"Do you have any pictures?" Kristy asked.

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

"You sure have a wonderful family, a wonderful life, and are about most in love I've ever seen two people." Kristy said, "I'm lucky."

"Let me tell you something, if I didn't love Sue as much as I do and wasn't completely secure in that love, I would have never let her pick up those two guys at the airport bar," I said. "When I saw her look at me, so worried and disappointed that I might not let take place what she clearly wanted so much happen, I thought about losing her. Losing Sue was something I could not do again. Kristy, when we say we love you, we mean that with every fiber of our being."

"I know you do. I could tell this was special the moment I met you," Kristy said as she kissed both of us. "I want to be with you two. I love both of you just as you love me."

We sat around and talked for around an hour--just general things. It was good to talk about our families and our pasts. It let Kristy know that she was coming into a family that loved first and hurt last. In looking back, I knew that was the source of our mutual attraction.

I ordered dinner, we ate, then the women started to talk about the bachelor party they'd be working just down the hall. Susan was excited from the control aspect of things and the fact that she had found a great exhibitionist streak. She talked about how she loved to show her body and how it made her feel to have men she didn't know want her. Kristy talked about the control aspect, but that wasn't as important to her as the aesthetics--did she look good doing what she was doing. She said that when she first started dancing, the control thing got her, too, but soon she got into the art of control and that led directly to how good she did the things she did. She said she took great pains to be in the right position at all times. She said that Susan started dancing downtown with her that she would show her how to use the mirrors in clubs to make sure everything was perfect. Susan said she wanted to learn.

Susan brought up the subject of sex saying that she would only fuck at the party if there were black guys there. Kristy said that was okay with her, but she'd fuck whoever was there. Susan and Kristy joked about Susan's current fascination with black men and their cock size. Susan said she wanted to be airtight again if possible.

Just then something dawned on me, "I'm wondering how the person making the call to schedule the party knew to ask for you and your friend?"

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

"Yeah, but then I wondered how your agency knew about Sue. You said the person asked for you and your friend," I explained. "That means someone knows what happened at either the first bachelor party Susan did with you, or someone from the other night knows."

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

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

"Could be, and we should watch out for it. More than likely it's John from the other night. He said he wanted to fuck Susan again and that he'd be willing to pay for it. I told him it would cost a lot more next time," I deduced. "I made sure to tell him that it would cost him a hell of a lot more next time, you remember what I told you?"

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

"This might be your night to do it, if you want to, Sue?" I asked with a wicked smile. "If he's smart, he'll play it just like it's a bachelor party. He'll have a fake groom and he'll be the best man."

"Hmmm... what do you say, Kristy?" Susan asked as she placed her hand on Kristy's knee.

"I'm up for it. It has always been a fantasy of mine. I've had men offer me money and gifts before, but I never did it. Now that things have changed, why not?" Kristy answered.

"You must be careful, though. It could still be a setup and look exactly like a bachelor party," I said seriously. "We're entering very dangerous territory here. The last thing I want to have us end up in jail. If anything seems wrong, just do your show and we'll leave. I'd rather have two horny women on my hands than to have a court date for prostitution."

"I understand," Susan and Kristy said.

"I know you do. I just want to be clear. The tip something will be up is if we don't recognize anyone there," I said. "Go on that. If John's there, it's most likely not a bachelor party. We ask John if it's really a bachelor party. If not, we refund the money at that point then we have a choice: Do we leave or we stay? If we stay, it has to cost them an arm and a leg to fuck either of you. If we know nobody, you just dance. We must be the ones in control. Sobering thoughts, but necessary."

"You're good," Kristy said.

"He is," Susan added.

"I'm careful," I said as the women silently walked back to the bedroom to get ready. "I don't mean to be a kill joy, you know that, don't you?"

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

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

About forty-five minutes later, the ladies returned. Again, they, as they had on other night's, looked absolutely unbelievable. I stood stunned as they modeled their costumes for me--tonight, they would enter the party in costume since the site was just down the hall. Kristy had her newly permed blonde hair fluffed all over so it was almost circular in shape--not quite like an afro, but big. She wore a sleeveless red gown with a large cutout from the hem up to about where a mini-skirt would start. The cutout exposed her white lace stockings and their tops to anyone who looked. On her feet were red high-heeled pumps. Moving up, Kristy's ample cleavage was exposed by circular cutout. The gown was held up by a high-necked collar. Her makeup, as usual was perfect--dark red lipstick, and earth tones to set off her eyes and cheekbones. She wore long red gloves on each hand and arm.

Susan styled her hair exactly as Kristy had done. Of all the hairstyles she chose, this one made her look perfect. Susan wore a white sleeveless gown cut like Kristy's, except there were two large cutouts on each side that terminated so her white lace garter was visible holding up her white lace stockings on each leg. She wore white platform, high-heeled shoes. When she turned her body, the shoes really made her legs look perfect and made her ass seem extra round. Her cleavage was exposed by a diamond cutout. Her gown had the same neckline as Kristy's. Susan wore long, white gloves that came up to the elbow. Susan had applied makeup designed to add light to her face. The makeup, coupled with her white clothing and tan, was quite a turn on. I fantasized about putting makeup on my wife. It was something we would have to talk about later.

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

"I'm stunned. Both of you look so wonderful, I can't wait to get my hands on you." I said. "I'll even pay!"

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

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

"I'm hoping for a big black cock or two, though. You know how I love them," Susan said as she faked a pout. "If we don't get fucked tonight, we're going out, okay?"

"Okay," I said smiling. I knew what my wife wanted and who was I to stop her?

Susan was in "slut mode". Susan had her purse with the video camera, batteries, and extra tapes at the ready. I helped them on with their coats. The women fluffed their hair in the mirror on the wall. We began the trek down the hall.

At the door of the party suite, we could hear muffled rap music. "I hope this means there's black cocks to be had," Susan grinned.

I rang the bell. Sure enough, it was John who answered the door. "What up, Mark?" John greeted us. "I see you brought your wife with you."

"Not much, man," I said before we entered the room. "Straight up, John, what's the deal?"

"This is a bachelor party, man. My homey's and me want to give one of the brother's a super send off." He said.

He tipped his hand by telling me it was a bachelor party before I asked. "C'mon, man, admit it. You just want to get over on my wife, again." I laughed as we closed the door behind us.

I left the women in the hall. Inside the room, there were about fifteen men, all black. The room smelled like pot, booze, and cigarette smoke. "Okay, here's the deal. Yeah, I want to get at your woman again. I told my homy's about the other night in your room. We figured we'd throw down and see what happens," John said.

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

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

"That's what I figured, man. Look here, it's like this." I said, spelling out what was going to happen. "Man, how do I know there's no police here? How do I know this isn't some set-up?"

"Man, you know I ain't no pig and none of my homey's are pigs, either. We just want the women, fuck the show," John said knowing that I was one step ahead of him all the way.

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

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

"If my wife and her friend agree, it will cost you a lot of money, John." I said. "I told you it would cost a lot more than two hundred dollars to fuck my wife again, didn't I?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

John left and there was a groan. He came back about a minute later, "They want to see what they're paying for first."

"Fair enough," I said.

I ducked out the door to let Sue and Kristy know I was okay and that it looked like they were going to be hookers for the night if they wanted. I told them to strut into the room, take off their coats, kiss each other passionately, flash if they wanted to, then come back to the door.

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

Susan took my hand and placed it on her shaved cunt lips. I had my answer. "One bonus, Sue. They're all black."

Kristy and Susan walked very seductively into the room. In the room was dead silence, and open mouths. The men were stunned. As the women took off their coats, kissed, and flashed, it was unanimous. They all yelled. Susan and Kristy returned to John and me, by the door.

"Since there's so many men here, I figure a group rate would be fine. Normally, the women charge by the hour or night, but since this is different and probably kinky, it will cost. You ready, John?" I asked.

John nodded as he checked out my wife. "How many guy's here, including you?" I asked.

"Fourteen." John said.

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

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

"One-fifty and a lesbian show before fucking. Give the guy's back their show money, tell them the deal."

John left with the money, handed it out, then told them what it would cost to get a crack at the women. There were some groans, but John convinced them it was worth it. He came back and said they'd do it but no video.

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

Five minutes later, the women returned with twenty-one hundred dollars. "It's showtime, ladies," I said as I kissed each of them on the cheek.

Kristy and Susan walked to the center of the room, stripped each other slowly, kissing each other's breasts. At the crowd's urging, they sped up the pace, laid on the floor, and fell into a sixty-nine. Very workmanlike, but I figured the men wanted to fuck. As the men watched silently, I slipped out of the party suite and dropped the money in our suite. When I returned, the women were finishing up their sixty-nine. Susan whispered something into Kristy's ear, then announced, "Okay, I have one request. I'm going to fuck John first, but before I do, I want to see all of your cocks, hard. After I finish John, I'll fuck the man with the largest tool and so on."

"While she's fucking John, I'll sample the largest cock in the room and see if it's good enough for my lover," Kristy said with her hands on her hips.

Suddenly, cocks were springing out of zippers as Susan inspected them all. If they weren't hard, Susan waited until they were. After she finished, she stood back and pointed to a tall, thin man toward the window side of the line. "You're second, lover," Susan said as she kissed Kristy again. "Check him out."

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

Susan turned, then walked up to John, grabbed his cock through his pants and said, "Fuck me, now."

"Yo, yo, yo! Look here, brothers, this ho can take all my cock," John said as Susan pulled off his pants and started sucking his cock.

I got out condoms from Kristy's coat pocket and put a pile by Kristy and Sue. "Remember, everyone, no glove, no love."

Kristy was sucking on the tall thin man's cock while another man was feeling her tits. Susan was about ten feet from me sliding a condom on John's now huge cock. I was really turned on, but decided to sit this one out until we returned our suite. Susan sat on Johns cock, rocked her hips a few times. The penis that was so hard to get into her two day's ago, was now buried to the balls in my wife's cunt. She looked at me with pure satisfaction on her face. Here was my wife, a prostitute for a night. She was loving every minute of it.

Kristy was fucking the thin man's large cock now and was in the process of being made airtight by two other black men. She was oblivious to anything but the cocks at her disposal. If there were two women perfectly suited to group sex, it was Sue and Kristy. They lost themselves in group sex for the third time this week.

I tried to keep count of the men each women fucked, but I lost track after about ten per woman. The women took them on two or more at a time and seemed tireless in their "work". I began to fantasize my wife being a high-priced call girl. I flashed back to all the hookers I had seen while I was in the Navy. None had the looks, class, or flair of the two women taking on all the men in this room. More importantly, I didn't love any of them.

The women clearly had more stamina than the men. Two hours after they started, the last man shot his final load into a latex condom. "Any one else want some pussy?" Kristy called to the exhausted men. "You've paid for it. Better get it now, if you can."

There were no takers. The men were done for the evening. John was asleep in a chair. Susan and Kristy gathered their clothes, put on their coats, said goodnight to the spent men, then we left. In order to keep from being followed, I held the door closed until the women had entered our suite. Turns out I didn't need to. Those guy's were fucked silly by two first-time hookers.

"How does it feel to make twenty-one hundred dollars for two hours work?" I asked smiling as I closed the door to our suite behind me.

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

"We did it, Susie," Kristy said excitedly. "We had sex with fourteen men and got paid. We're now hookers."

"You say that as if it was something you always wanted to try but never did for one reason or another," I observed.

"Oh, that's so true. I've often felt like taking men up on their offers," Kristy said with a smile. "Now, I have no reason not to. The bridge has been crossed."

"That's right, the bridge has been crossed," Susan said, "I'm a hooker and I loved it. From now on, if another man wants to fuck me, unless I'm really turned on by him, he'll pay."

Susan's eyes were on fire. She was not satisfied, yet. She looked at Kristy, then at me, "It's still early and I want more cock. Let's get cleaned up, shower, get made up, change clothes, and make more money!"

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

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

"No, I want you there," Susan said as she came up to me and stroked my hard cock through my pants. "This really turns you on, too, doesn't it?"

Crossings, Chapter Eight

"Yes, it does. I hate to say this, but the thing that would really make this perfect is if you and Kristy went into where ever you go, sit at the bar, and smoke a cigarette while you check out your prey," I answered.

"Boy, that's a throwback fantasy, eh?" Susan teased. "You want me to do it because you think it makes me look trashy in a sexy way, right?"

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

"Mark, never be afraid to ask for anything. I'm here for you. I promise I won't start smoking again. I'll do it only when it's part of your fantasies," Susan said as Kristy listened. "Will you smoke, too, Kristy?"

"Sure," Kristy smiled. "I love that fantasy. Like Susie said, don't be afraid to ask for anything. Like her, I'm here for you."

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

The women left the room to clean up. On the way to the bedroom, Susan giggled, "When I was sixteen, all I had to do was light up and he had his cock out jerking off."

Fifteen minutes later, Sue and Kristy were ready. Susan's hair and makeup were the same, but she wore a black leather miniskirt, thigh- high black leather boots, black stockings with their tops and garters visible, a tight, white tank top (the same one she wore when she met Kristy), and wore no bra or panties.

Kristy's hair, like Susan's, was the same as earlier. Kristy wore a pink miniskirt that Susan lent her, a white silk blouse, unbuttoned, but tied at the waist, no bra or panties, white sheer stockings where the tops and garters were visible, on her feet were pink high-heeled pumps. On one ankle was a lace anklet.

Both women were oozing sex. Both women looked like hookers. Of course, they were hookers, now.

I checked out the door before we left. I didn't want to run into any of their former clients. We exited the building through the lobby.

On the way to the expressway, I stopped at a convenience store and bought Susan and Kristy each a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I gave the women their "props" and Kristy said we should go to Little Creek. On Friday nights, especially this Friday--the Friday of a payday week--there were always horny sailors in bars getting trashed. They'd be easy pickings. Susan said that she didn't care if they were black or not, they were paying and that's all that mattered.

We stopped at motel, and I got two rooms for the night's activities. Our first stop was a heavy metal bar. First Kristy got out of the car and walked in. Five minutes later, Susan went into the bar. The plan was for me to come in about five minutes after the women got situated. It was the longest five minutes I had experienced in a long, long time.

Right at five minutes I walked into the bar. The music was really loud and surprisingly good. The place was wall-to-wall sailors all listening to the music, drinking, and getting drunk. I found Susan sitting at the bar with her legs crossed. She was showing just about all the leg she could show without actually showing her pussy and ass in public. Kristy was sitting across the bar and was already talking to a guy. Susan saw me, took out a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it. She drew softly on the cigarette, inhaled, then let the smoke out slowly. The smoke from the cigarette filtered through her curly hair. I had an incredible hard on and I rubbed it my pants. I found an empty table, sat down and looked for Kristy. Just as I saw her, Kristy was having her cigarette lit by the sailor she was talking to. She took a long, hard draw, inhaled deeply and let out the smoke quickly, aiming the smoke in my direction. At that sight, I came in my pants.

Just as Susan had a young sailor approach her and buy her a drink, a waitress tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Pretty interesting show."

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

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

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

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

I was stunned. I had been propositioned. That was a new thing. I wasn't interested, but it was new. The waitress brought me a Heineken. "You look like an import man," she said with a smile.

I saw Kristy. She was clearly into being a hooker. She was leaving with the sailor who lit her cigarette. I looked for Susan. She was already gone.

About forty minutes later, Susan returned, found a new seat at the bar, took out another cigarette, but before she could light it, the waitress who propositioned me, started talking to her about something. They turned, looked at me and laughed. Apparently the waitress told Susan what she had seen. As the waitress left, Susan's had her cigarette lit by a member of the band who was on break. The guy was tall, skinny, and had long, permed hair. As guys go, he was pretty good looking. He bought Sue a drink and five minutes later they left through the kitchen.

Kristy returned just as Susan left. Kristy took a seat at the bar with her back to me. The waitress who caught me must have told Kristy, too because she turned and laughed as well. Again, after the waitress left, a very young sailor approached Kristy, bought her a drink and lit her cigarette. It was very hard not to play pocket pool again. Kristy talked with the sailor for a few minutes. It appeared she was having trouble convincing him of her many charms. Kristy grabbed his cock and that was all it took. She left the bar with him.

The waitress brought me another beer and asked why I hadn't hit on the hookers. I told her that she had just about sabotaged any chance I would have had with them by telling them what she had seen. She reached down and grabbed my crotch just as Susan walked in. I was stunned. The waitress sat down at the table. She said was on break, then started jerking me off right there at the table. Susan saw what was going on and smiled as another sailor lit her cigarette. By now, Susan was drawing deeply on her cigarettes. As Susan exhaled, I shot my load into the waitress's hand.

Susan left with the sailor. "Aw, no more show for you. Poor boy," the waitress said in a teasing tone.

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

"My guess is that the two whores are in for the weekend, slumming," the waitress said as she wiped her hand on a napkin. "They're dressed in really expensive clothes and they smell like expensive perfume."

"Could be, I don't know. The look good, though. I wonder what drives women so good looking to become prostitutes?" I asked, knowing the real story.

"Money," she said. "They'll probably each do eight or ten guys tonight at about a hundred a pop. Remember, I get off at two."

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

The steam of guy's picking up Susan and Kristy lasted until closing. The plan was for them to not come back in at closing time. They'd wait in the car and I'd join them. I didn't plan on the waitress. As I was getting up, the waitress told me to wait right there. The place soon emptied and I was stuck. I was alone with the waitress. The waitress fucked me right there at my seat. When we finished, I thanked the waitress and left a big tip. "I guess we're all hookers in one way or another," the waitress said. "Oh by the way, I own this place. Feel free to come back anytime."

I left the bar and didn't see anyone in the car. I got in and waited. About ten minutes later, Susan and Kristy showed up. As they got in the car, they both said, "You were busted!"

As we drove away, both Susan and Kristy lit cigarettes and smoked them for my pleasure. "We did it again," Susan said to Kristy.

"Yeah, this hooking stuff is easy," Kristy said. "I don't have to work tomorrow night, Susie. Do you want to hook again tomorrow night?"

Susan took a deep drag on her cigarette, then blew the smoke at me, "You know it."

On the way back to the hotel, the women counted their money. Both Susan and Kristy each made over one thousand dollars in less than three hours hooking.

When we got back to the hotel, I got both Susan and Kristy to smoke cigarette's for me as I video taped them. I put the women in various poses, but the one I liked best was where I had them stand, legs spread, with their hands on their hips. Each woman had a cigarette dangling from their red lips. I don't know why I've always found beautiful women smoking cigarettes so erotic, I just accepted it. Susan and Kristy accepted it, too.

We talked about what happened today. A major bridge had not only been crossed, the bridge was destroyed. The women were dead serious about continuing to have sex for money. So serious that Susan said she was thinking about giving up her career for a new career as a dancer/prostitute. The power and the money were very intoxicating to her. It was intoxicating for me, too.

"Oh, what the hell," Susan said, "I'm going to quit my job and do dancing and hooking full time. We have enough money that we'll never suffer."

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

"Yes, I'm sure," Susan said. "I've never had so much fun as I have this week and this week has been nothing but sexual excess after sexual excess. Tonight, I became a prostitute and I found it to be as natural as breathing--it is something I have to do."

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

"Yes. I wouldn't be happy there anymore, Mark," Susan said. "I finally found out what I was meant to be--a whore."

"Kristy, what about you?" I asked.

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

"So it's settled?" I asked.

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

"Then hookers and dancers you'll be," I said. "I love it, too, by the way. I just wanted to be sure you were sure before I approached you with this idea."

"What idea?" Kristy asked.

"This idea," I said.

I explained that tonight was just a rush and if they wanted to make more money and not get worn out doing so, they had to pick their spots when we got back. I told them it was inherently unsafe for them to go into bars and pickup men--sooner or later a bartender would either turn them in to the police or want a cut of their take. The safest way was to take it slowly at first--pick up men who offered money first, but only after they had seen the man several times and turned them down at least once. They could either have sex or not have sex. They would get money either way. I said whatever money they made was theirs to keep.

"You've really got this all thought out," Susan said, "is that what you were doing tonight while you waited for us? Hmm?"

"Well, no. I nearly got raped by the waitress in that bar--she turned out to be the owner," I joked, "I only had a few minutes to think about it."

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

"Growth is up to you two," I said. "If you actually reach your limit-- demand exceeds supply--you're faced with a choice: Do you want to open the business to other people, or do you simply keep it small? It's something that you have to decide when the time comes. It would seem being a prostitute is not as simple as fucking for money, no?"

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

"I want to do it as Mark say's... except for tomorrow night... I would like to show both of you one more place--it is your last night in town, Mark, please?" Kristy frowned.

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

"I'm just going to miss you, that's all," Kristy said. "I have fallen in love with both of you, you know?"

"I know, Kristy. I'm going to miss you, too. This week has been unbelievable, to say the least." I said as I lightly kissed Kristy's cheek.

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

"Well, let's get really slutty like we did tonight. We'll go back to the same bar where we started tonight," Kristy explained. "We'll hook some from there. After a while we'll go to this bar down Ocean View that is basically a submarine bar. The place is pretty wild. It's safe, too. If we go in dressed as we were dressed tonight, we'll get thousands of dollars--and we might even get a group thing going. Bubbleheads are nasty."

Susan and I broke up. I could not stop laughing, "Kristy, I'm a bubblehead--I was on submarines when I was in the Navy!"

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

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

We talked more about the business we were going to form, then we showered and went to bed. I lay awake for about an hour thinking about the things I had seen in the last five day's. Lesbian sex, gang bang's, lesbian gang bang's, hooking, it was incredible. So much had happened. I fell asleep with the sight of Susan seductively smoking a cigarette in my mind--my wife, the whore.

Crossings, Chapter Nine

"Thanks for letting me sleep in," I said as I walked into the living room of our suite. It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and I felt great. Susan and Kristy were sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching television. "How are you guy's today?"

"Good afternoon, your highness," Susan said in a playful tone.

"Fine, Mark," said Kristy.

"Did you all think about what we talked about last night?" I asked.

"Yes, I still think it's a good idea. I really love being a whore, Mark," Susan answered in that tone again. "I'm just a little nervous about the boob job, that's all."

"I'm sorry, honey. I wish I could be there with you," I apologized.

"It's all right, Mark. I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about not having sex for three weeks," Susan said with a half grin. "After this week, it is going to seem like I am lost in a desert."

"It'll go fast, honey," I said. "Just think, Kristy will be with us. It'll be great!"

"I promise I won't work until we can work together, Susie," Kristy said.

"Thanks, honey," Susan said to Kristy.

"So, what's on the agenda, today?" I asked.

"Buyin' clothes, eatin' pussy, suckin' cock, fuckin' for dollars," Kristy said causing both Susan and I to burst out with laughter.

"Yeah, that's what you two have been doing all right," I said as I laughed.

"Speaking of buying clothes," Susan added, "we better get going, don't you think?"

"Yeah, but I was just thinking of that delicious twat you own," Kristy said as she licked her lips.

"When we get back, babe, we'll do each other, suck Mark's cock, and have him shoot cum into our mouths," Susan said as she kissed Kristy hard on the mouth.

"That sounds nice, ladies!" I said as the two women kissed me.

"See you around five, Mark," Susan said as she and Kristy left for their shopping trip.

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

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

Susan and Kristy awoke me in a very nice way -- my first sight was a blonde pussy with a long red-nailed finger working in and out. "Watch us, Mark," Susan said.

Susan dropped to her knees, spreading Kristy's legs as she descended. Her fingers spread Kristy's pussy wide. At my angle, I could clearly see Kristy's hard clitoris. Susan, moving closer to Kristy's cunt said, "I'm going to lick this blonde whore's clit."

Susan's tongue flicked lightly, but incredibly fast on Kristy's clits gleaming head. Kristy was holding Susan's head by a handful of hair and was moaning very softly. Kristy's hips moved almost imperceptibly at first then their movement increased to a fever pitch. Kristy took one of her own breasts to her lips then managed to suck on a nipple as she had a powerful orgasm. Kristy pulled Susan up to a standing position. Kristy licked her own juice from my wife's lips.

"On your back, whore!" Kristy issued a command to my wife.

"Yes, mistress," Susan said as she lay down on the floor. "Your next command?"

"Spread your legs so we can see where hundreds of cocks have been and will be," Kristy was clearly in charge today -- this was new.

Susan spread her legs. "Spread your cunt lips, whore!" Kristy commanded.

Susan spread the lips of her pussy wide. "I'm going to eat your whoring cunt. Keep your lips spread!" Kristy dove into Susan's pussy with a vigor Susan had not yet experienced.

"Oh yes, mistress! Oh, yes! Lick my whore pussy! Please, don't stop, mistress!" Susan cried.

Orgasm was quick for Susan, but Kristy continued issuing commands, "Whore, get on your knees!"

Susan complied. "Worship your husband's cock!" Kristy ordered.

Susan pulled down my shorts and underwear. As my penis sprang free, Susan took a handful of her hair, wrapped it around my cock and began sliding her hand up and down the cockshaft. "Put your whore mouth on the head of your husband's cock. Keep stroking until he is ready to come!" Kristy commanded.

The feeling of soft curls of hair moving up and down the length of the my penis was incredible. I was nearing orgasm when Kristy said, "Remove your mouth, whore."

On my cock, Kristy's mouth replaced Susan's hungry mouth. "Keep stroking his cock, whore!" Kristy ordered as she momentarily removed my cock from her mouth.

I started coming into Kristy's mouth with great spurts of cum. Cum leaked from Kristy's mouth and got on the hair that Susan had wrapped around my cock. Susan continued pumping until I was spent. Kristy grabbed Susan by the hair, pulled her hair back, then forced Susan to open her mouth. Kristy then dribbled cum from her mouth into my wife's mouth. "Swallow, whore!" Kristy commanded after her mouth was empty.

I leaned back on the couch as Kristy gently released her grip on Susan's hair then kissed her deeply. I was stunned. Kristy had briefly shown this side when she and Susan performed at their first bachelor party together, but today she had immersed herself in the role of dominatrix. Kristy played the role of dominatrix as if she had been dying to do something like this for a long time. "Kristy, thank you, I love you," Susan said as she rested her head on Kristy's shoulder.

"l love you, Susie," Kristy said as the two women kissed tenderly.

"What do you know? Sue is submissive," I said smirking. "I would have guessed that it would have been the other way around."

"I am submissive, Mark," Susan said, "I can be whatever I need to be. Kristy is more aggressive than me with women. How did you like your hair job?"

"I loved it, Sue," I said. "This was fantastic. Do you mind doing this again--next time, in full costume when we get home?

"Not at all, honey," Susan said.

"When did you two come up with this?" I asked with a huge grin.

"In the car, on the way back here," Susan said. "It was my idea."

"Wow!" Was all I could say.

The three of us showered, ate, then sat naked talking while waiting for tonight's activities to begin.

"Why do you think of yourselves as whores now?" I asked

Surprisingly, Kristy answered first, "In my case, I used to think of a whore as a woman who fucks indiscriminately. By that definition, I don't fit--I choose who I fuck. Instead, I think of `whore' as an attitude where I know I'm going out to get fucked and I don't care who knows I'm going to get fucked because I want to get to fucked. I'm going to look like I want to get fucked. I'm going to act like I want to get fucked, and I'm going to be paid for fucking."

Susan answered next, "Kristy and I talked about this today and I know I feel pretty much the same way, but I'll elaborate. In the past, you have known me as a person who was pretty shy about expressing my sexual needs. All that time, I probably wondered what it might be like to simply go out and get what I wanted when I wanted. I may not have known it consciously. It was buried deep inside like your fantasy about seeing me smoke. You wanted it, but you were afraid to express it because you didn't want to hurt me. Similarly, in the last few months, I have faced my deepest, darkest feelings about sex. One by one, I conquered my fears to the point that all fears have fallen away. It left me free to express myself in a completely sexual way by not putting on any acts. Those fears kept me from enjoying sex at the most primal level, an animalistic level where there is predator and prey. Taking money, explicitly for sex, for me was the last taboo I had to face in order to reach that level. Being a whore is experiencing sex at the primal level, where the drive to have sex takes precedence over the taboos placed on sex by society. In that respect, I am a whore, plain and simple. Now that I have reached that level, I am never going back. It is just too important to not ever experience sex again with reservation. I am a whore."

"Thanks Susie," Kristy said, "that was perfect."

"Wow," I said, "I never knew, Susan. I'm sorry, but I never knew."

"I know, Mark." Susan said. "It's not anyone's fault. Your question about fantasies was the key that led me to realize who I am in a sexual way. I know now that I am a whore."

"In my case, both of you were the key to my shedding inhibitions. I saw what you had--how open and free you both are with sex and it made me want to be that way, too. Being a whore was something I ran from for the longest time. Now, I'm free not to run." Kristy explained.

"Besides, being this new whore is incredibly exciting. I am now always in a state of sexual readiness." Susan said as she and Kristy smiled at each other.

"We're like 'sexual beings' y'know," Kristy said in a valley girl accent that had us all laughing hysterically.

"So, do you mind if call you 'my whores'?" I laughed.

"No, not at all," Susan said smiling. "I just can't wait to be a big titted whore."

We all laughed as we got up and watched television for an hour. I got dressed first, then it was the lady's turn.

"We're going to shock you, tonight, Mark," Kristy said as she and Susan went into the bedroom.

Forty-five minutes later, Susan came strutting out of the bedroom. While my amazement continued over the transformations the two women went through preparing for their nights out, I was not at all prepared for what I was about to see.

Susan wore a long black leather jacket--the kind where the collar came up really high. Susan styled her hair as it was last night, but bigger, more fully fluffed. Susan wore large, gold hoop earrings that really made her look like the whore she wanted to be. Her eyes simply melted my knees. Her eyes were dark, smoky, and on fire. Her lips were dark red and as she raised her hands to open her coat, I saw she had her long nails painted to match her dark red lips. She slowly opened up her coat, then suddenly threw it off. There she was. She wore an incredibly short black leather minidress that had a large cutout that exposed most of her breasts, torso, and came to a point about six inches below her belly button. There was only about eight inches of skirt between the bottom of the cutout and the hem of the skirt. "Like what you see?" Susan teased as she flashed her pantyless pussy at me. Like last night, her garter was visible and held up black lace stockings. On her feet were black, very high heeled pumps. "Ultra FMP's," Susan said. "Fuck Me Pumps."

Susan clapped her hands twice and out came Kristy.

Kristy's long blonde hair was big, just like Susan's. Her hair bounced as she strutted toward me. I noticed that Kristy, like Susan before her, wore large, gold hoop earrings. Her blue eyes burned with desire. Her makeup was dark. She looked as if she was ready for action at any moment. She was dressed completely in white. She wore a white leather jacket that came to just above her waist. Her white leather minidress was just as short as Susan's. Her white lace stockings and white leather garters were visible. She wore white platform, thigh- high leather boots on her feet. As I took in this sight, she ripped off her jacket. The top of her minidress was completely see through. There was only a sheer white nylon top, nothing else. Her breasts were completely visible.

"Well, what do you think of your two whores?" Kristy said as she took out a cigarette from her white leather purse, lit it and let it hang from her lips.

I was speechless. This was just too erotic for me. My heart was pumping extremely hard.

"Looks like hubby has a hard-on," Kristy said to Susan as she took a deep drag on her cigarette, inhaled and let it out.

The smoke wafting through her hair was too much and I came spontaneously without ever touching myself. I collapsed back on the couch and nearly passed out. Kristy crushed out her cigarette as she and Susan rushed toward me. They asked me if I was all right. I nodded that I was and pointed to my pants. "My god, Susie!" Kristy said in amazement, "He came in his pants and we never touched him!"

"He's never done this before, Kristy!" Susan said. "We must be hot!"

When I could talk, I told Susan and Kristy that I had never seen two more beautiful women in my life. I went back to the bedroom, changed clothes, then the three of us left through the lobby. We drove to a different motel in Little Creek where I got two more rooms for business purposes. When I got back to the car, I found both women in the back seat. So hot were they for their second night of hooking that they were finger fucking each other. "Mark, we're so hot for cocks!" Susan said breathlessly as she and Kristy continued to finger each other. "Please hurry and get us to the bar!"

We would use a different approach tonight. I would go into the bar first, then at ten minute intervals Kristy and Susan would go to work. The women were still fingering each other as I closed the car door in the parking lot of the first bar. I sat down at a table that would give me a good view of the bar. The owner of the bar--the waitress from last night--came up from behind me, "Back again? You just can't leave a good thing alone, can you?" She asked as she deposited a Heineken in front of me.

"I guess not," I said as I smiled then sipped my beer.

The waitress then left me to my own devices. I surveyed the scene and listened to the music. I checked out the band and noted they had a female lead singer who was really good. The place was packed except for the bar. More sailors than last night I noted. Right at ten minutes after I sat down, in walked Kristy. Heads turned immediately and one guy, clearly stunned said, "Whoa! Check that out!"

Kristy had opened her white leather jacket on the way to taking a seat. The waitress did a double take, shook her head and continued to wait on customers. Doubtless, as Kristy moved, stunned men noticed her top was completely see through and that she was naked underneath. As Kristy sat, she turned so that a few guys would get a partial view of at least one breast. She opened her purse then took out a gold cigarette case. She opened the cigarette case, took a cigarette from it, then leaned to the man seated two seats away and asked if he had a light. He fumbled with his lighter, then finally lit Kristy's cigarette. The guy was clearly stunned by the beautiful woman before him. I noticed the owner was looking at me watching this scene so I slowly but deliberately focused on the band. When I turned to look again-- after about a minute--Kristy and the man were gone.

"Did you manage to hold your load this time?" the waitress asked as she let her hand run across my crotch.

"Yeah," I said.

"I guess we'll be seeing her partner any minute now." The waitress said. "I don't want you hitting on those whores, Mark. If you're a good boy, I'll put a show on for you that will have you coming back for the next month."

"Really?" I asked as Susan walked in.

"Yeah." Said the waitress.

I shifted my gaze to Susan.

"Those two whores are dripping in money. I know they're slumming now. That coat has to cost at least a thousand dollars." The waitress said as she deposited another beer in front of me.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked smiling.

"I won't tell if you won't," the waitress answered then left as the band went on break.

Susan unbuttoned her coat then sat down. Like Kristy, she turned to show a few guys some skin. Susan then took out a gold cigarette case like Kristy's, removed a cigarette, put it on her lips, then took out a gold lighter. She lit her cigarette, drew deeply, inhaled deeply, then blew the smoke out quickly into the air. As she returned her lighter to her purse, the lead singer of the band approached Susan with a smile. The singer sat down next to Susan. Susan offered her a cigarette. As the singer lightly touched my wife's hand, Susan lit the cigarette. Two minutes later, they left through the kitchen. My wife was entertaining her first female customer. The singer returned about fifteen minutes later. Her clothes were now rearranged. Susan returned about a minute later and sat down to wait for another customer.

The waitress returned then sat down across the table from me. "I guess she's bi, eh?" she commented.

"I guess so," I said.

"That's the first time I have ever seen a woman pick up a hooker," the waitress added. "I might go for her later myself!"

Kristy entered just as Susan was leaving with two young sailors.

"Come out back with me, Mark." The waitress said as she stood and took my hand.

We went out the kitchen into a little closet where I received a sloppy blowjob. I wasn't really into it, but she wanted me to shoot on her face. I did as asked.

On the way back to my table, I bumped in to Kristy. She had picked up the lead singer, too.

After a couple more customers each, I signaled to Susan that it was time to leave. As I got up, the waitress stopped me and invited me to come back later for a fuck. I said I would knowing full well I was not ever coming back to that bar--this trip at least. The plan was for the ladies to turn one more trick apiece then I would meet them at the motel. I drove off to wait for them at the motel.

Susan arrived first with a very tall man dressed in biker colors. They entered the room. In a minute the lights went out. Kristy came back with three guys about ten minutes later. About twenty minutes later, the biker left Susan's room. Ten minutes later, Susan got into the car.

"How's business?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh, God, Mark, this is such a turn on. I have never felt so alive in my life. I'm fucking people I do not even know for money. It's incredible!" Susan said.

"How was the lead singer?" I asked as I looked at my beautiful wife.

"She just wanted me to let her eat my pussy," Susan said smiling from ear to ear. "She was good. I bet she's a lesbian."

"I bet she is, too." I answered. "Shortly after you had her, she picked up Kristy."

"Really? Susan asked. "Wow! Is Kristy in her room?"

"Yeah," I said looking at the room. "She went in there with three guys a little while ago."

"Three?" Susan asked with a shocked look. "Boy, she's hot. She's a good whore!"

Five minutes later, Kristy's customers drove off in their car. Twenty minutes later, Kristy joined us.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to take a quick shower. One of the guys came on my tits." Kristy explained as she got into the car.

"No problem, babe," Susan said before they kissed.

As we drove off, the women counted their earnings. In three hours, they had earned well over a thousand dollars each. They gave the money to me to keep for them.

Kristy directed me to a bar about two miles down the road. We had to park across the street. "Susie and I should go in together, here." Kristy said. "The place is guaranteed to be packed with sailors. You go in first, Mark. You're going to want to see this place first. When we come in, watch the sailors reaction."

"Okay." I said. "Have a good time, ladies."

I went into the bar. Kristy was right. The place was packed with sailors all right, around fifty of them I guessed. There was no band, but there was loud rock music coming from speakers on the walls around the bar. I grabbed a seat at a table by three pool tables. A waitress took my order and returned with a beer. Just as I took my first sip of beer, in walked Susan and Kristy. The women entered and strutted straight to the bar. They took off their coats and the place went crazy. Other than a few waitresses they were the only women in the bar. "Lock the door, it's party time." Said a voice over the stereo. A bouncer went to the door and turned the lock. Kristy and Susan lit cigarettes, sat down and were approached by the bartender. They said something to each other, then the bartender announced over the stereo, "One hundred per man, per load. You must use a rubber. Ballast party!"

The women kissed each other hard. "The lines forms at the back pool table. Pay the man with the long hair in the back."

In no time flat, men were handing me hundred dollar bills, fifty's, twenty's, and ten's by the handful. Susan and Kristy each removed their dresses then took on whoever wanted them--on the pool tables. It was incredible. One man at a time for each woman. It was very orderly but Susan and Kristy were having orgasm after orgasm. When one man finished, another took his place. The women frequently changed positions on the green felt. I just sat there and watched the most beautiful women I had ever seen. They got fucked by about fifty men. I did not keep track, but most men went twice. Some went three times. Four hours later, two thoroughly fucked women rose from the pool tables and slowly got dressed. As they sat down I asked them if minded my giving the house a tip. They said they didn't as each women smoked a cigarette. I tipped the bartender around one thousand dollars and bought the house a beer.

Susan and Kristy could barely walk as we crossed the street. The women got into the back seat together. After I started to drive away, I gave the money to the women and asked, "How was that?"

Kristy looked up, "Unbelievable, Mark. Unbelievable."

"I have never felt so free in my life," Susan said. "It was one continuous orgasm. We have to make plans to come back here again."

"Uh huh," Kristy said.

"How much money did you make?" I asked.

About ten minutes later, Kristy said, "A lot. I'm losing count."

"I tipped the house around a thousand and bought the bar a beer." I said.

"That's okay," Susan said. "My pussy is sore."

"Mine, too," Kristy said.

Two minutes later, I noticed Susan and Kristy were asleep.

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, pulled down her jeans, then began to fuck her pussy from behind. Susan removed the dick from her mouth then asked its owner to straddle her chest and fuck her tits. I watched the screen as Susan pushed her large tits together. The man on her chest slid his cock between the mounds. Susan began to moan, repeatedly saying, "Fuck my tits!"

Each time the mans cock pushed forward, Susan would either lick or kiss its head. Next Susan asked the man to fuck her face. He happily did so. Susan had an orgasm from Kristy's tongue. While Susan was getting her face fucked. Kristy was getting fucked by the other man in the room. I became hard again, then masturbated. I stopped the tape, deciding the watch it the rest later. About ten minutes later, the women came out of the bathroom, "Why no video?" Susan asked.

"I masturbated once, then decided the real thing was much better," I said.

"Well, it is!" Kristy said.

"It sure is!" Susan said as the two women kissed then made love while I watched.

About an hour later, we were downstairs in the kitchen talking when I asked, "How does it feel to be a hooker?"

"It feels great!" Susan beamed. "I can't wait to do it again!"

"I love it, Mark." Kristy smiled brightly. "I just love it."

"Oh, we forgot something," Susan said as she went to the counter for her purse. "Here's the money from last night."

Crossings, Chapter Thirteen

"Your first three calls about bachelor parties, ladies!" I said.

I played them back. All the calls were for two ladies. I told Susan and Kristy that I'd call these people from work tomorrow to answer their questions. They were excited. So was I. I really liked going to bachelor parties with them. "Did you get any sleep last night?" I asked.

"Some, but not much. We gave those guy's their money's worth." Kristy smiled.

"Why don't you both go to sleep? I asked with a smile.

"I don't need to be asked twice," answered Sue. Sue and Kristy went to bed.

The next day at work, I called the people who wanted more information about bachelor parties. No party could afford what Susan and Kristy charged for a show. Disappointed, I figured that sooner or later someone would pay, then word of mouth would get the rest done.

The next day, after I arrived home from work, I mentioned the dancer I had met the other night, "Susan, did you know that the other dancers think that you and Kristy are the best dancer's they've ever seen?"

"No. How do you know that?" Susan asked.

"I met one of them Saturday night after I had tipped her during her dance." I explained. "She was on stage while you and Kristy were table dancing. She was almost ignored by most of the guys in the place so I decided to tip her."

"That's my knight in shining armor," Susan said smiling. "Is there more?"

"After she finished her set, she sat down and thanked me for tipping her. We talked for a bit and she mentioned that she and the other dancers were really impressed with your talents." I said with a smile. "She's a college student working her way through school. She said she wanted to learn from you and Kristy."

"I'm quite flattered." Susan said smiling. "Did you tell her that I had just started dancing?"

"No. I figured that might make her feel bad. I didn't even tell her that I was your husband." I said. "Maybe you and Kristy could get with her sometime and show her some things?"

"Do you know her name?" Susan asked.

"No, I didn't catch her name." I said feeling foolish. "But she was the dancer immediately after Kristy left the stage the first time."

Susan thought for a moment, "Baby face, nice legs?"

"Yeah." I answered. "Dirty blonde hair."

"Deirdre." Susan said. "I'll ask Kristy about it when she comes down."

Kristy joined us at the dinner table a minute later. "Sorry! I was on the phone with my mother." Kristy said, "How was your day, Mark?"

"Fine." I said.

I explained that the bachelor party calls had pooped out. She and Kristy agreed to help out Deirdre.

The rest of the night was dedicated to working out for me, rehearsing for Susan and Kristy. After my workout, I went upstairs, took a shower, turned on the television, then laid down. The next thing I knew it was after midnight. Susan and Kristy were cracking up as they watched "Geraldo". The topic for the show: "Housewife hookers and their disapproving husbands." I fell asleep again.

After work, the next day, I found myself home alone. Susan and Kristy wrote a note saying that they had left for work. Dinner, the note read, was in the crock pot on the counter. They wrote they'd also found a maid. "The place does look cleaner," I thought to myself.

After dinner, I got a call from Susan asking me if I was going to come to the club. I said I wasn't planning on it because I had to prepare for a meeting in the morning. What she said next scared me to death, "The owner of this club knows we hooked the other night." Susan said.

"How?" I responded in panic.

"We fucked his son." Susan deadpanned. "He was pretty cool about it, though."

"Oh my God!" I gasped. "Are you in trouble?"

"No." Susan said.

"You're going to make ask why, right?" I asked. "Okay, why?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Susan joked. "He said it was okay that we had 'outside activities'. He said that normally he'd fire dancers who hooked because it gave his place a bad name."

"Yeah, right. And the moon is really cheese." I said sarcastically. "What does he want in return?"

"He said he didn't want anything but for us to continue dancing at his club." Susan said. "He said he couldn't afford to fire us because we we drew a lot people into the club. I believed him when he said we could 'date' customers but he didn't want anyone else to know about it--at all. He demanded that we be 'beyond discreet'."

"We'll see." I said. "Sooner or later, this guy is going to want something more in return."

"I don't think so, Mark." Susan said. "He said he didn't want to know about our 'outside activities' at all."

"Be careful, honey. You and Kristy be very careful." I said.

"We will." Susan said. "Everything will be all right."

"On the lighter side of things, there were two more bachelor party calls," I said.

"Really? Any takers?" Susan asked.

"I haven't called back, yet." I said.

I wished the ladies good luck then we hung up.

I returned the two calls about bachelor parties. Both wanted two women and were willing to pay. The catch was, they wanted them at the same time. I managed to squeeze two hours between bookings. The first one would be at 9pm Friday, the second one at midnight Friday. This meant that the first one would be completely straight-- no fucking. The second one could be an anything goes affair. They'd make at least four thousand dollars that night, not counting tips or other fees. I smiled.

The rest of the night was uneventful. I awoke the next morning to find myself with my wife and Kristy curled up, spoon style, asleep. When I got home that night and went to the bedroom to change my clothes, I found Susan and Kristy making love. I stood silently at the door and watched until Kristy saw me. "Just what we need!" Kristy smiled. "Let's have that cock of yours!"

The three of us fucked for about an hour then Kristy announced, "I'm hungry! Let's eat!"

Kristy had been eating quite a bit lately prompting me to ask the obvious question, "Kristy, are you pregnant?"

Kristy smiled and said, "No. It would be a miracle if I were."

"Mark." Susan said. "Kristy can't have babies. She's had her tubes tied."

"I'm sorry, Kristy." I said completely embarrassed. "I didn't know."

"That's okay, Mark." Kristy said. "Actually, I got sick when I was a little girl and my parent's told me when I was approaching puberty that my ovaries had to be removed. It's just easier to tell people I had my tubes tied."

"I'm sorry, Kristy. I don't know what to say." I felt like an idiot.

"It's okay, Mark, really! I'm just hungry!" Kristy said as she held my face in her hands.

"Sometimes, I can be a real jerk." I said with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Hey, honey, don't cry. It's okay. You had no way of knowing." Kristy said as she kissed my cheeks.

Susan and Kristy got up a few minutes later, put on robes and made dinner. During dinner, I still felt like an idiot. I didn't say much. "Anything wrong, Mark?" Susan asked.

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm still embarrassed, that's all. I'll be fine." I said. "Oh! I scheduled two parties for you on Friday night. One at nine, the other at midnight. Both are the works. That means you'll make at least four thousand dollars!"

"Great! We've been dying to do a party!" Kristy said.

"Only one problem, though." I said.

"We don't have enough time for any 'outside activities' at the first party?" Susan asked.

"You got it, babe!" I said. "The second party is your call."

"I'm stoked!" Kristy said. "Thanks, Mark!"

"All I did was answer the calls, Kristy. You should thank yourselves. You're doing great!" I said smiling.

After dinner, we worked out together, showered, then sat around the house watching television.

The next night, Susan and Kristy were working at the nicest of the three clubs. Around midnight, I was awakened by a call. "Sorry to wake you, Mark." it was Susan. "I don't know what time we'll be home tonight."

"Okay," I said still really asleep. "Have fun."

I hung up the phone, fell asleep, then woke up when I heard Susan and Kristy laughing downstairs. It was four in the morning. I got out of bed, put on my robe, then joined them.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry to wake you, Mark," Kristy said laughing hysterically. "You're not going to believe what we were paid to do tonight!"

"I'm all ears." I said, not yet privy to the joke.

"After our second set, we went around to thank the guys for tipping us," Susan said. "These two extremely well dressed men were the most generous of the tippers. When we thanked them, they asked us to sit and talk for a moment."

Kristy started in when Susan couldn't continue due to her laughter, "They were very, very effeminate. I knew instantly they were gay. It shocked hell out of me when they propositioned us. They slipped us a note saying they'd give us two thousand dollars each if they could watch us make love. The note had a hotel name and room number. We agreed."

Susan had recovered long enough, "They left right after that. After our last show, we went to their room. When they answered the door, they were dressed as women--good looking women, too! Kristy and I almost died. We went into the room, they paid us, offered us a drink-- we declined, then I started into Kristy. Kristy and I were naked and really getting hot when I looked over at the 'ladies'. They had their cocks out -- they were huge! I mean one had to be just as big as the biggest one at the beach. I was really turned on. I went down on Kristy."

Susan started laughing. Kristy had to pick up the story, "About a minute later, I'm tapping Susie on the head. I pointed at the 'ladies'. They were sucking each other's cocks! I had never seen anything like that before. The sight really turned me on. I grabbed Susie by the hair and jammed my pussy into her face. I had a really good orgasm, then went up to one of the guys and asked him if he wanted some help. He turns to me and says in this perfectly bitchy voice, 'Look, you're a girl, you go out and get your own, honey!' I wasn't going to really do anything, but I thought it would be nice to offer. Then all of a sudden, I started laughing. I haven't been able to stop! It was just the way he yelled at me."

Susan was holding her side from laughing so hard. After they calmed down, Susan said the most incredible thing, "Mark, I'd like to see you with a man. What I saw tonight was hot."

I did not have to think twice about my answer, "Sue, you know I'm not even remotely attracted to other men. I have to say no."

"That's okay, I hope you're not mad at me?" Susan asked as she smiled. She started laughing again.

"That's the joke, Mark!" Kristy laughed. "Susie said you'd say exactly what you said."

"Very funny, ladies!" I said as I started laughing, too. "I'm going back to bed!"

When I got up, the ladies were watching TV in the kitchen. "Are you sure, Mark?" Susan laughed as she teased.

"Y'all are cracking me up!" I said as I went back upstairs. By the time I got out of the shower, Susan and Kristy were asleep in the bed.

"Hi, Mark! You're going to love the costumes we're going to wear when we perform tonight!" Kristy said as I walked into the kitchen after I had returned from work.

"I bet I will!" I answered. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good. We got up at noon then went shopping. We just got back a little while ago." Kristy answered as she was cooking dinner.

Susan was downstairs working out. After I went upstairs to change into my sweats, I joined her. We lifted for about an hour, then showered.

After dinner, we got ready for our first bachelor party since the beach. Susan and Kristy were extremely excited. I reminded them that the first one was business only then I went down to the kitchen to wait. I watched television for about a half hour then the ladies arrived. They were dressed casually but made up completely for their shows. Both Susan and Kristy had their hair done so it was big, but framed their faces in soft, sexy curls. They each wore big hoop earrings and had done their makeup to make their eyes look extremely sexy. We were set to go.

The first party was at a hotel near the airport. We entered, then went up to the room. The room was a small suite, but adequately held the twenty or so men attending the party. The best man introduced us to the groom. He commented how pleased he was that he got the best looking women he had ever seen to dance for his best friend. Susan asked if there was a place she and Kristy could change. The best man said he was sorry, but asked if the bathroom would do. The ladies said it was fine. Kristy handed me her boom box then she and Susan followed the best man as he led them to the bathroom. The path to the bathroom wound through the main room. The biggest difference so far between the beach and this party was in the behavior of the men. The men looked at my wife and Kristy but did not make any lewd remarks or catcalls. They were polite--at least for now.

About twenty minutes later, Kristy yelled, "Ready!"

I was by the light switch and turned down the lights in room. Next, I started the tape. It was the same introduction tape I had made for them as a joke--the one they used when they danced for the first night. At the right time, Kristy ran from the bathroom, stopped in front of the men who were gathered in a semi circle in the room, and shot a fist into the air. The men started whistling when they actually got a chance to look at her costume. Kristy wore a black Lycra body suit that had many, many cutouts that exposed parts of her body. On her feet were red high-heeled pumps. She carried a cat-o-nine tails which hung from a ring on her thick, red leather belt. Susan came out dressed in white from head to toe. She had a white full length body suit with zippered front. Susan had the zipper pulled down to expose cleavage. She wore white high-heeled pumps, around her neck was a white, silk scarf. Susan stood beside Kristy. As the introduction song faded, Susan removed the scarf from her neck, wrapped it around Kristy's head then pulled Kristy's face to her own where they kissed hard, but quickly. The place erupted into whistles and catcalls.

Starting with the groom, Kristy and Susan circled the room then did their best to make each man feel welcome by rubbing their still clothed breasts in their faces. The met in the center of room then slowly removed each others jump suits. Both Susan and Kristy were now topless before the men in the room--each were clad in only their shoes and extremely tiny g-strings. Singling out the groom and best man, Susan and Kristy rubbed their breasts in the faces of each man, then straddled each man while they ground their g-string covered pussies on the crotches of the two men. The best man, in a moment of passion, sucked on Susan's right nipple for a moment. Susan and Kristy got up from each man's lap, then kissed each man lightly on the mouth. Next, they moved to the center of the floor where they dropped to their knees, spread their legs, then laid backward. While laying back, Susan and Kristy each inserted a finger under their g-strings and masturbated for about a minute. The room was dead quiet as they ground their hips into their fingers. Quickly the women spun on their sides grabbed each other by the waist, spun around so they were in sixty-nine position. Each woman shook their heads violently then came up with g-strings in their mouths. "Who want's a g-string!" each woman shouted to the crowd as they threw their g-strings into the men gathered around. Focusing their attention on the groom and best man once again, Kristy straddled the best man the Susan straddled the groom. Each woman lightly stroked the crotch of the man before them, then sat down. Susan and Kristy each ground their now naked pussies into the crotch of the man under them. Once again, the best man tried to suck Kristy's breasts but was foiled when she grabbed his head then pulled it hard into her chest. Quickly, Susan and Kristy rose, gave each man a harder kiss on the mouth, turned, then glided to the center of the room. Kristy then took Susan's hand and led it to her right breast. Susan kissed Kristy on the mouth, then the two women gently laid on the floor and locked in a sixty nine position for about five minutes. The room was dead silent as the women simulated oral sex on each other. During the five minutes, each woman moaned, and ground their pussies. I found it hard to believe it was simulated, but took them at their word. Kristy rose off Susan then helped her to her feet. Both women gave the groom and best man a kiss, then bowed to the crowd. The crowd applauded. Kristy and Susan walked to the bathroom. The show was over. The best man got up and asked for tips to be placed in a fishbowl he started around the room. Ten minutes later, Kristy and Susan joined me at the door. Susan and Kristy thanked the men for their applause and tips, then left.

"That was weird." Susan said as we drove away. "I wasn't in the least bit turned on the whole time."

"I told you that would happen, Susie." Kristy said.

"I had fun, but it wasn't like I was dancing in a room full of men with my body naked," Susan explained. "It was like I was performing."

"See? All the training pays off, now." Kristy said.

"I think it was just the fact I knew that I wasn't going to be able to have sex with anyone, even you, Kristy." Susan said. "Still, you're right. If we had not worked as hard as we worked, we wouldn't have put on a good show. I think it was a good show. What do you think, Mark?"

"I thought it was great! I especially like the new moves--the one where you ripped the g-strings off was great!" I answered. "Did I get a hard-on? No, but I was excited. Then again, I didn't get a hard-on at the first bachelor party until you both got eaten by the best man and groom. I was excited but no hard-on."

"I guess that's just way it is." Susan said as we drove to the next party.

The next party was on the other side of the city in another hotel suite. On the way there, the women counted their tips.

We arrived at the hotel about thirty minutes early and decided to wait it out in the hotel bar. Both Susan and Kristy were hit on almost immediately by guys who they politely turned down. About five minutes before we were to arrive, we left for upstairs. We needed a key for the elevator to get to the correct floor so I called the room. Soon, the best man came. The four of us headed up in the elevator.

"This might be a little weird for you ladies." The best man said. "The woman my buddy is marrying would not let him have a bachelor party unless she was allowed to attend. She doesn't want any touching or kissing on anyone in attendance."

"Does she know you asked for a show with two women that included simulated lesbian sex?" I asked.

"Yes." The best man answered. "She thought it was disgusting, but I did it just to piss her off. I hate the bitch. She's okay, I suppose, but I've never gotten along with her."

"Thanks for clueing us in." Susan said. "So you still want the simulated sex?"

"Yes. Definitely." The best man answered. "I want the bitch to be pissed."

"Fine with me," Kristy said as Susan nodded as we left the elevator.

We entered the room and immediately the bride-to-be started in on Susan and Kristy. To their credit, they just listened and nodded. The best man led Susan and Kristy to the bedroom to change. I made a mental note to look at the bride-to-be when the show started heating up.

Kristy and Susan entered dressed in the same costumes they wore at the earlier party. When they kissed each other, I noted that the bride- to-be blushed beet red. As the show kept going, the ladies had to improvise parts because touching wasn't allowed. They just touched each other more. As shows go, this one was getting pretty hot. The bride-to-be looked like it was getting to her, too because she was crossing and uncrossing her legs every time Susan and Kristy touched or kissed. Susan and Kristy noticed and got bolder with their act. They would slowly kiss, look right at the bride-to-be, then touch each other's tits--holding them up as if to offer them to her. I noticed that the groom was really into the show, too. The grooms was getting a hand job from the bride-to-be. If I saw it, I know other people saw it, too. Susan and Kristy were teasing, now. They would kiss each other's breasts then wink at the bride-to-be. It got to be too much for the bride be. She whispered something into her grooms ear. He had a shocked look on his face. Before the groom could do anything, bride- to-be was up next to Susan fondling my wife's breasts. I was stunned. I moved to stop what was going on, but the bride-to-be said she wanted this more than anything. I looked to Susan, I looked to Kristy, both women looked confused. I looked to the groom, he nodded. I looked to the best man, he was eating it up.

Susan turned, faced the woman, but in no time flat, the woman kissed Susan hard on the mouth. Susan pulled back. Kristy came up behind the bride to be then whispered something into her ear. The bride-to-be turned, faced her fianc, then removed all her clothes. I looked at the groom and best man. They were paying close attention. I walked up the to groom but was stopped by the best man, "Let her go ahead and make a fool of herself."

"Thing is, she's not only making a fool of herself, she's making a fool out of him by doing this in front of all his friends." I said.

"He's eating it up, though. Look at him!" the best man countered.

By the time I had turned around, the bride-to-be was naked and was trying to eat Susan's pussy. Susan was looking like she didn't know what to do. I walked up to Susan and Kristy then asked them if they wanted to continue. Kristy said no. Susan said no. That was enough for me.

"I'm sorry, but this has gotten out of hand. The ladies want to stop. I want the ladies to stop. We are leaving." I announced.

Kristy and Susan gathered their things, went into the bedroom, then set records for speed dressing. The best man tried to talk me out of it. I told him under no circumstances would I make anyone do anything against their wills. I told him that the ladies said they wanted to stop so they would stop. I told him it was final. The men had seen a show. I said no refunds. The best man understood.

As we left the room, the groom was getting a blowjob from his bride- to-be while she was getting fucked from behind by some man.

In the elevator, to my surprise, Kristy and Susan both said they were in the mood for some sex. They wanted to go to the bar to pick up men. I was taken back a bit and asked them if they meant hooking. They said they just wanted to pick up a couple of men and use them for sex.

"Ah! Looking for some strange?" I asked.

"Strange what?" Kristy asked.

"Strange cocks." I laughed.

They asked me to get a room in the hotel. I joked that I was nothing more to them than a servant. They laughed and headed into the bar after I got the room and handed each woman a key. I went up to the room where I deposited their bags. I decided I'd go to the bar to watch the ladies in action--unknown to them.

In the time it had taken me to ride the elevator up, drop off the bags, and ride the elevator down, Susan and Kristy were each dancing with a man. Kristy was dancing with a tall young guy, while Susan was dancing with a medium build black guy. `Black cocks, again, I'll bet.' I thought to myself. They danced for a few songs then the men followed the ladies back to the ladies seats. They talked some, laughed, whispered, and generally looked like they were having fun. About ten minutes later, after another dance, Susan whispered something into the black guy's ear. I could only think she had propositioned the man because of the look on his face. Susan and Kristy left together with their two men in tow. I went up a few minutes later, with the intention of playing a huge joke on both women. I was going to rant and rave about the women being sluts that I couldn't leave alone for more than five minutes. I decided against it. I decided to simply walk into the room and watch.

When I walked into the room, naturally, the men jumped up--they had been kissing the women on the king sized bed. I said, "No problem. Just enjoy yourselves."

Susan's date didn't need convincing--he started right where he left off with Susan a more than willing accomplice. Kristy told her date that it was all right--nothing to be afraid of, that I was their lover and that I would probably just watch. With that, Susan broke off from her date, rolled over to Kristy then kissed her so that the men would know what was up. That broke the ice. Kristy went to her date, dropped to her knees, then lowered his zipper with her teeth. Susan was a little bit ahead. My wife was already sucking on the black cock in her hands. Kristy freed her man's penis and began to lick its length as she fondled the mans balls.

Susan rose off the bed, pulled her tight-fitting sweater over her head revealing her breasts. She took a breast in each hand, bent over the man lying before her then rubbed her breasts over his cock. My wife was getting hotter by the second as the man began to thrust his penis into her cleavage. As the head of the cock peaked between my wife's breasts she allowed it to enter her mouth.

Kristy was trying to wiggle out of her jeans while continuing to suck on the cock before her. I assisted Kristy in her task by grasping her jeans at the waist then pulling them down until they were at her knees. Kristy stopped sucking her man's cock long enough to step out of her jeans. She then guided the man to the bed and sucked his entire length into her mouth while she positioned her naturally blonde, shaved pussy lips over his mouth.

Susan then took the cock from between her breasts. She rose to her feet, removed her jeans, then sat in the chair by the table. She through a leg over each armrest spreading herself for the man to see. Susan said, "Fuck me, now. But first, this."

Susan removed a condom from the pocket of her jeans, opened the package then inserted the condom into her mouth. The black man rose to his feet, removed his trousers and underpants, then plunged his now hard cock into my wife's mouth. The man's eyes nearly exploded out his head at the feeling of a woman sucking his cock and putting on a rubber at the same time. Once Susan had slid the rubber over the man's now huge cock, she removed her mouth and placed the cock at the entrance to her cunt. His cock slid easily into my spouse as she lifted her hips to meet his thrust.

Kristy was nearing orgasm on the tongue of the man eating her pussy. She had momentarily lost concentration on the cock resting on her lips. Kristy was moaning softly then orgasmed. She ground her cunt into the man's face with each spasm. After her orgasm has subsided, she reached into the workout bag at the side of the bed then pulled out a condom. She removed the condom from the wrapper. Next, she put the condom into her mouth. I had never seen Kristy place a rubber over a cock with her mouth before. In one smooth stroke the condom slid entirely over the length of the cock. The man was straining not to come. "Don't waste it, baby," Kristy whispered to the man.

Kristy paused a moment to allow the man to regain control, straddled the man, then lowered herself on his cock. She began rocking on the cock inside her, grinding the shaft into her clit with each backstroke. She pulled her own sweater off bent forward, then placed her right breast into the man's mouth.

Susan was still seated in the chair with her legs locked around her black lover's waist. Her right hand was furiously rubbing her clit as the man locked between her legs began to fuck her extremely hard. "Yeah, fuck me. Yeah, my pussy loves it. Fuck me harder!" Susan moaned.

The man had each of Susan's nipples between his fingers and was twisting her nipples roughly. Susan was nearing orgasm. The man released his grip on one of Susan's nipples, used that hand to grab one of Susan's legs, raising it straight into the air. He then slapped Susan firmly on her ass. "Again!" Susan cried out.

He slapped her ass again. Susan had a powerful orgasm then collapsed under the man. The man had yet to come. He started pounding Susan's pussy harder yet.

"Mark?" Kristy called to me. "I need you in my ass."

She did not need to ask twice. I removed my jeans and underwear, slid on a condom, used some lubricant in Kristy's bag, then slid my cock into Kristy's ass. I began fucking her ass extremely hard--much harder than I had ever done before. Kristy seemed to become another woman as she asked the man still fucking my wife to come there so she could suck his cock. Kristy screamed, "I love cocks! I love cocks!"

Susan, sat exhausted in the chair, her legs still spread over each arm of the chair.

Kristy was reeling on the three cocks in her body. Susan slowly rose to her feet, then came over to the bed where she slid a hand between the sweat covered bodies in an effort to find Kristy's clit. She soon hit paydirt then began flicking Kristy's clit with her finger. With her other hand, she massaged the black mans balls. The man beneath Kristy could hold back no longer. He came. Kristy removed the black cock from her mouth. I pulled Kristy off the man beneath her--still keeping my cock firmly in her ass. I slowly laid down on the bed and pulled Kristy back on me, exposing her pussy for the black man to enter. Susan however, seeing the cunt before her, dove at it. She began to eat Kristy and finger fuck her. Susan's ass was in the air begging for attention. The black man positioned himself at my wife's rear, then suddenly plunged his cock into my wife's pussy. My wife shuddered as the cock entered her. The man fucked my wife very hard from behind. The sight of the woman he was fucking eating the woman I was fucking in the ass was probably too much for him. He began to shake then he came. He pulled out of Susan. Susan was still sucking Kristy's clit and finger fucking her when I came. The ladies went at it for about ten more minutes then each came as they ground their pussies together.

About twenty minutes later, the two men dressed then left thanking Susan and Kristy for a memorable night. We decided it was too late to leave. We talked for a while. Just before we went to sleep, Susan said she loved black cocks. She tried to come up with an idea of how to make sure she could get as many well-hung black cocks as she needed. Kristy suggested an ad in a local swingers magazine. Susan said she'd think about it. I thought about it before drifting off to sleep. We were getting ready to cross another bridge.

Crossings, Chapter Fourteen

We arrived home at about noon the next day. The ladies went right to work on their ad. While they worked, I talked to them about it.

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

"I just want more huge black cocks, honey," Susan explained. "When I fuck a black man, I find it incredibly exciting."

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

"Honey, don't worry about it. You're still the best. It's just a fantasy thing with me. Like right now, I'm thinking of feeding a black cock into Kristy's mouth while I have one in my ass and one in my cunt."

"I find it exciting, too. I just remembered when you said you would feel strange placing a personal ad." I said.

"I remember it, too. I still feel strange." Susan said smiling. "The benefits outweigh the strangeness."

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

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

"No, in a few minutes, we'll go upstairs, change then go." Kristy said. "I'm hoping to run into Joanne. I'm going to wear a little nearly transparent top just to see what happens."

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

"I haven't been wrong yet about a woman." Kristy said matter of factly. "Besides, it's fun to watch the men fall all over themselves, too. Are you going to dress to distress, Susie?"

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

About five minutes later, the ladies went upstairs to change. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich when they returned.

Susan was made-up to the teeth again. Not trashy, but very, very sexy. He hair was up, piled on top of her head. She wore large hoop earrings. She was really showing off her assets, though. She wore a nearly see through yellow tank top that was extremely tight--her nipples were very noticeable. The tank top was tucked into yet another pair of skin-tight blue jeans. She wore yellow platform high heels with ankle straps. Kristy left her hair down and was equally as pleasing to the eye. She wore a thin white silk blouse that had only three of the seven buttons buttoned. The blouse was cinched at the waist with a think black belt. She wore black, skin-tight leggings and black high- heeled ankle boots. I congratulated them on their look and wished them luck with Joanne. They left and I finished my sandwich. About two hours later, Kristy bubbled through the door, "She's coming here Monday afternoon for coffee! She couldn't keep her eyes off our tits. I knew it!"

"I'm glad your hunting trip was successful!" I said as I went out to help with the groceries.

"Mark, I saw David. He hit on me again." Susan said. "He was waiting for his wife as we walked her to her car."

"What happened?" I asked. "Nothing. He was just his usual smarmy self. I thought about what happened last night and decided that even if he paid, he was getting nothing. Your friends are off limits."

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

After putting the groceries away the ladies had to get ready to go to work. They came back down, kissed me good-bye, then as they went out the door I said, "Don't forget to talk to Deirdre."

"All right, honey!" Kristy said.

At around midnight, Susan called saying that they were bring Deirdre home with them. They'd work with her tomorrow morning and afternoon. I made a comment about that being all they wanted to do with her. Susan straightened me out fast. She said that Deirdre was a virgin and that she was saving herself for marriage. I didn't question it, but thought it was admirable that a virgin could flash her pussy at strange men. I asked how that subject came up. Susan said it came up when they talked backstage about boyfriends. Some of the other dancers tease her a bit. Susan said that she and I would have the night alone together. She and Kristy agreed that Kristy should sleep in her room tonight and that Deirdre would sleep in the guest room. I said it was fine with me. I'd wait up.

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

"Hi!" I introduced myself. "I'm Mark, Susan's husband. I believe we met at the club the other night."

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

"I'm one of them. We talked about how you wanted to learn from Susan and Kristy, remember, now?" I asked.

"Yes! I do!" She said excitedly. "Thanks! I really appreciate your letting Sue know."

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

Susan asked if anyone wanted anything to drink. Nobody wanted anything, but they were all tired, so I suggested we get to know each other better tomorrow. Susan showed Deirdre her to her room, then joined me in bed.

"It's nice to have you all to myself tonight, Mark." Susan said as she slid under the covers.

"Yes, it is." I answered as I kissed Susan. "As much as I love Kristy, it's nice to have my wife with me alone. I love you, Susan."

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

We awoke the next morning, still in each other's arms to the smell of french toast cooking in the kitchen. We washed up. On the way out the door of the bedroom, Susan said, "I love you, Mark. You're the best thing in the world that has ever happened to me. Please, Mark. Don't be afraid you're going to lose me. I'm yours for life."

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

Over Kristy's great french toast, the ladies talked about dancing. Kristy told Deirdre about self confidence and the importance of perfection in every move on stage. Next, she told Deirdre about being professional, "You're a performer, Deirdre. While I haven't seen it in you, yet, you must never act like you expect to be tipped. You need to perform with energy, passion, and enjoyment. You must act like you enjoy what you're doing even when you would rather be ten-thousand miles away. Believe me. Those are the most important factors. Men do not like tipping dead-assed dancers. They feel ripped off. Please, whatever happens to you in dancing, know that professionals rise to the top."

"I will." Deirdre said. "You two look like you're having so much fun out there. It's catchy."

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

"Mark do you mind cleaning up the dishes? We need to get to work?" Kristy asked.

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

About four hours later, Deirdre left and thanked Susan and Kristy for their help. They made plans to do it again when their schedules permitted. Susan and Kristy then set out composing their ad. They used ads in the magazine they selected for examples.

"BiSWF blonde 36D-23-35, BiMWF brunette 36D-23-34, want well endowed, clean, HIV- (proof required) SBM or MBM, the more the merrier, for fun and games. No pro's. Husband likes to watch, tape, participate. Nude photo req."

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

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

They called the ad in. It would run tomorrow and for the next month. "I really want black cocks!" Susan said.

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

Not much went on for the rest of the day. That night, the ladies wanted to go out on a cock hunt. They chose a heavy metal bar in a nearby town. Since I had to go to work in the morning, I decided not to go. I asked them to tape the action for me. I wished I could go because the ladies really looked hot. Kristy had her hair done like a heavy metal goddess--big. She dressed entirely in black leather except for a red silk blouse that she had purposely left unbuttoned to the last button, but cinched at the waist with a black belt. She wore extremely high heels. Susan wore her hair big as well. She wore a black Lycra miniskirt with black stockings held up with a black garter--and no panties. She wore black high heels just like Kristy's.

They kissed me goodnight. I wished them good hunting.

The next morning, I awoke to find Susan and Kristy curled up with each other next to me in the bed. I didn't know what time they had gotten in as I slept very soundly. All day at work, I wondered just what happened last night. Moreover, I had another thing to wonder about--Joanne, my friend's wife was going to come to house for coffee and apparently whatever else might happen.

Due to traffic being lighter than usual, I arrived home about ten minutes earlier than normal. As I pulled around to the back of the house, I noticed that Joanne's car was still in the driveway, so I parked on the grass. Figuring something might be going on, I quietly got out of my car, then entered the house through the garage door. In the kitchen, I could hear nothing. There were empty coffee cups on the table. I quietly walked upstairs. I slowly opened the bedroom door thinking that I would see three nude women--one of whom did not know that I knew any seduction might have been planned--but only saw a perfectly made bed. I changed clothes, figuring the ladies were not home, then went downstairs to the workout room. There they were. Three women, sweating and panting. They were lifting weights. It turned out that yes, Kristy was right, Joanne had harbored bisexual fantasies. It had also turned out that Kristy wasn't at all attracted to Joanne because she was the wife of one of my friends, she just wanted to know. I was happy that nothing had happened.

Later, after dinner, Susan and Kristy gave me the tape they made the night before. They told me they didn't do anything at the club, either... that it was boring because I wasn't there. In watching the tape, they got hit on, but they just weren't into it. They tried, but decided to leave early.

"It was boring, Mark." Susan said. "There were all these drunk, smelly guys listening to music that was being performed badly. We were there for only about an hour then we left."

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

"Yeah, probably." Kristy nodded.

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

"Yeah, we do, we just wanted some last night." Susan pouted. "You were even asleep when we got home."

"Sorry!" I said sheepishly.

The three of us headed upstairs where we fucked until dinner burned.

The rest of the next two weeks, were surprisingly very normal except the ladies turned tricks Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nights. The first Friday night, there were no bachelor parties to attend, but the second Friday they got several surprises in the mail--two business sized manila envelopes. In each manila envelope were responses to the personal ad the two women placed. Some of the responses did not include pictures. They were discarded. Some of the responses were from white guys who were indeed well hung, but weren't black. Those were saved for later. The majority of responses seemed to be legitimate-- from black men with huge cocks.

"Isn't advertising amazing?" I asked sarcastically. "One day you wonder where you're going to find enough big black cocks for your wife and her girlfriend then, boom! You let your fingers do the walking!"

"Smart ass!" Susan laughed.

She and Kristy sorted through the advertisements. They read the letters. They looked at the pictures. After they had gone through the pile about ten times, they had come up with about twenty prospects. The next step was to really let their fingers do the walking--contact. I suggested the ladies meet the men in a nice public place at various times until they settled on the men. This way, they could get to know the men and make sure they were who they said they were.

The interview process took about three weeks, during which time, the ladies lives at home had pretty much settled into what could best be described as routine. Sunday and Monday were pretty much rest days. They'd workout. Sunday night, we'd all go out to dinner and catch a movie. I was quite surprised at how "normal" things had become. Some nights, I'd get a call saying the ladies would be turning tricks. The next night we'd be at home as if nothing was amiss. It one wanted to analyze our lives, one would have to do it carefully--it could get quite schizophrenic.

Finally, the ladies had met all the men. They had settled on fifteen of the twenty they chose to interview. The ladies wanted to throw a party at our house, but I suggested that it might be nicer to have a party at a hotel nearby. We'd rent a suite, have dinner served, then the ladies could simply fuck themselves to death if they desired. Fucking themselves to death was an option, too--judging from their pictures, there was not a dick under ten inches long in the group. Most were larger than that. range, while two were as big, if not bigger than Johns cock from the beach. The ladies telephoned each man to inquire about their availability for a party in the near future. To the man, they wanted to attend.

Susan used her calligraphy talents to hand-scribe invitations to the fifteen men. They went out in the mail. The party was set for three weeks in the future, on a Friday. The party would be formal, black tie function. Initially, we thought we'd have the hotel cater the party but settled on them providing hors d'oeuvres and drinks. This way, we could make sure the party would remain private.

Susan and Kristy, in the meantime, were still hooking when possible. The money was rolling in. They were very happy. The ladies did one bachelor party--no sex, just two women. The ladies seemed to be getting more heavily into flashing as time went on. They would go shopping for shoes in miniskirts with no panties on then would expose their pussies to the person at their feet. It did not matter if that person was a man or a woman. They fucked several shoe salesmen and one sales lady who turned them on.

They were still instructing Deirdre--who was becoming more comfortable and more proficient in her dancing. Her tips went up appreciably since her tutoring began. Kristy thought that Deirdre had a crush on Susan. After the BCC--Big Cock Convention, as we called it--the women planned to select the best lovers from that group to invite back to our house occasionally for parties with them their women. Kristy wanted to invite some dancers and their boyfriends over to see what happened. Me? I was taking it all in and loving every minute of it. I had the two most beautiful women I had ever seen sleeping with me nearly every night. I did not care that they enjoyed sex with other people. I got more than my share of sex. I was in heaven.

As the date of the BCC drew near, the ladies were always horny. I would often come home to find them going at each other with a double headed dildo or one fucking the other with a strap on dildo. They soon abandoned the double headed dildo because it was impossible for both women to get pleasure from it at the same time. Still, sex seemed to be the center of their universe. Nearly everything these women did in the time leading up to the party had some kind of sexual connection. They seemed to be in a state of sexual bliss. When they wanted sex, they got it from me, themselves, or whoever was available that turned them on. One night we gathered around a fire in the party room and estimated that since Susan picked up the two men at the airport that snowy day, she had been with over two-hundred men and twenty women.

Body piercing. It seemed as if something like this was bound to happen. One day, about a week before the BCC, Susan approached me about the possibility of her getting her pussy lips pierced. One of the dancers at the club had hers pierced and said it really felt great against her jeans. I said I didn't particularly find pierced pussy lips that attractive, that it lent an extremely hard-core bent to sex. Same way about tattoo's. Susan has always known that I do not find tattooed women attractive at all--no matter what the tattoo. Luckily, neither Susan nor Kristy got pierced or tattooed. Still, it marked a change in their attitudes. I remembered when our son called from college wanting permission to get his ear pierced. We allowed him to get his ear pierced, but Susan wasn't happy about it. It was as if she after a new thrill all the time. I decided to talk to both women about it.

"Susan, I don't know how to approach this subject without making you think that I disapprove so I'll assure you that I do not disapprove. I just want to find out what you're thinking so I can understand better" I said.

"It sounds serious." Susan said.

"It's not serious. I'm just wondering if you still enjoy sex or if you find yourself wanting more and more sex to get that enjoyment?" I said. "For example, do you still get turned on when you dance?"

"Most of the time, I'm so hot after dancing that I can't stand it." Susan said. "Remember when I told you I was an exhibitionist? Well, at the first bachelor party I did with Kristy, I felt the same way as I feel now. I'm just less able to hide that excitement. More sex to reach the level of enjoyment I had before? No. I just like having more sex than before. Remember, at the beach Kristy and I fucked and sucked nearly everything in sight? Then it was new. Now it's me. I just like it."

"Okay, Sue." I said. "I just wanted to find out because when you asked me about getting your pussy pierced it threw me."

"I understand. It kind of threw me, too when I first saw one. It was just whim." Susan said. "Don't worry. I'm not going to come home one night with tattoo's or pierced. It's not me. Sex? Well, I love it. I love having sex for money. I'm a whore."

That was that. The night before the BCC, Susan and Kristy turned three tricks each, two with regulars, one with a new man. The new man offered to take both ladies on a trip to the Bahamas. They turned him down.

Crossings, Chapter Sixteen

After we returned home the next day, I took a nap until it was time for the ladies to leave for work. "Mark," Susan said softly. "We're going to work, now. Just to let you know, Deirdre's coming over tomorrow."

I nodded then fell asleep. I awoke at around eight at night, rested. I decided I'd start editing the video tapes from last night. As I watched the footage, I couldn't help stroking my cock. The scenes on the monitor were just too hot. Incredible. Besides the size of their cocks, it was no wonder they loved fucking black men so much--they were incredibly durable. The phone rang at about 1am. It was Kristy telling me they had dates for the night. They'd be back tomorrow. These women just did not stop. If there were two women that fit the description of wanton women in heat, it was these two. Of course, tonight was for money. Whores. That's what they were, all right. I fell asleep at around three in the morning thinking about them in a hotel room being fucked for money. Whores.

I awoke at around nine. I slept all I could. I had a bowl of cereal then headed out to the court. At around noon, Susan and Kristy came home. Again, they made more money. "Sleep well," I asked?

"Very funny!" Susan said. "I'm exhausted and Deirdre's due here in four hours."

"How many last night?" I asked, thinking about my thoughts before I drifted off to sleep early this morning.

"Four," Kristy said.

The ladies went into the house. About half an hour later, I found them asleep, still dressed, on the bed. I didn't have the heart to wake them, but set the alarm to get them up at three-thirty.

At four o'clock the doorbell rang. It was Deirdre. Something was very different about her since the last time I saw her. She had lost weight and all the baby fat except in her cheeks. She was now a very stunning young woman. Killer cute in the face-- just a hint of mischief. Deadly serious in the body. "Hi! Boy, you look great, Deirdre," I said as I invited her in. "The sessions with Sue and Kristy must be paying off!"

"Hi, Mark! They're working the hell out of me, but you're right," Deirdre's brown eyes lit up as we walked to the kitchen. "I'm making a lot more money than I used to. It's fun!"

"That's great, Deirdre," I said. "Make yourself at home, there's soda in the refrigerator. I'll just go upstairs and wake up the sleeping beauties."

"Thanks, Mark," Deirdre said as I left the room.

Kristy and Susan were halfway down the stairs when I reached them. "Your pupil has arrived," I said. "She looks great! You're doing a wonderful job!"

They nodded, then joined Deirdre in the kitchen. "I'm going back upstairs to do some work. If you need me, call," I said.

I was working all right. I was editing the tapes from the BCC. I was building scenes, cataloging, cutting in, punching out. It was a blast. About an hour into my "work", I accidentally hit the power button for the video system installed behind the mirrors downstairs. "I just want to repay you, Kristy and Mark for all the help you've been to me," it was Deirdre, clear as day coming through my headphones.

I could not see Kristy in the room. "So this is what you're doing," Kristy asked with a sly grin.

"No, I just accidentally hit the power button just before you walked in," I said.

"You're a virgin, Deirdre. You should do exactly what you said you would do initially--stay a virgin until you get married." Susan's voice came through the speakers.

"What's going on down there, Kristy," I asked.

Kristy explained that Deirdre's attention to Susan had become very obvious. So much so that Deirdre propositioned Susan, Kristy, and me. "Why me?" I asked. "I hardly say anything to her!"

"She apparently wants Susie to make love to her first--she knows about our arrangement. She's no dummy. Then, she wants you to 'deflower' her, as she puts it," Kristy explained. "I excused myself so Susie could talk to her alone."

"She wants me to pop her cherry?" I asked, stunned. "Does she know about you two being prostitutes?"

"That's about the size of it," Kristy said. "She doesn't know we're whore's, though. We've been more than careful about that."

"Good," I said. "The last thing we need is for that to become public knowledge. I've never had a virgin before."

"What," Kristy said. "I thought you were Susan's first?"

"No. Susan had one boyfriend before me," I explained. "Her family moved away when they thought it was too serious."

"I've thought about this very seriously for about a month. Susie, you're a beautiful woman. Kristy is beautiful. Mark is extremely handsome and if it wasn't for him talking to you, I would not be half the dancer or woman I am today," Deirdre said as she moved behind Sue then began massaging her shoulders.

Susan relaxed for a moment, caught off guard by the fingers of the woman's nimble fingers. Regaining her senses, Susan said, "Deirdre, that's not the point. You're a young, beautiful woman with all your life to make love to a wonderful man who loves you every bit as much as you love him. This is not right, Deir..."

Deirdre cut off Susan in mid sentence as she cupped my wife's breasts through her tee-shirt. "Shh, Susan. This is right," Deirdre said as she lightly pinched Susan's nipple then lowered her head to kiss my wife on the nape of her neck.

"Susie's getting turned on. Looks like Deirdre is going to get her way," Kristy said as she unconsciously cupped one of her own breasts.

"Looks like it. Let's start a tape," I said as I opened a new package then inserted the cassette into the record deck--I was testing the new party room.

I switched from camera to camera then zoomed on Susan as the young virgin fondled her. "You sure don't act like a virgin," Susan commented.

"I've never had a man before," Deirdre said as she pulled Susan's shirt over her head. "I have had one woman lover, though--just once when I was fifteen."

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" Susan asked.

"More than anything, Susie," Deirdre said as she moved to kiss my wife.

"One time only, then." Susan said as she looked into Deirdre's eyes. "One time only."

"One time is all I need, Susie," Deirdre said as she kissed my wife softly on the lips.

Susan led Deirdre by the hand to the couch in the center of the room. Before they sat, Susan removed Deirdre's shirt. Deirdre's breasts were about mouthful sized, soft but firm with quarter sized areola and small, pert nipples. Susan lightly kissed first one nipple, then the other. Kristy, with me at the edit station, had removed her shirt and was licking one of her nipples. I was stroking my cock through my shorts and jock. On the screen, Susan was now alternately sucking on Deirdre's breasts. Deirdre's nipples were extremely hard and wet from the mouth and tongue of my wife. Slowly, deliberately, Susan sucked. She would flick her tongue on the hardness in her mouth. Deirdre was moaning gently as Susan continued to excite her willing pupil. "What happens when they're done?" I asked.

"I don't know. We'll play it by ear. One thing for certain, we can't let Deirdre see this setup and you can't be hard," Kristy said as she started to reach for my cock.

Susan had slid her right hand under the elastic waistband of Deirdre's sweats. On the monitor it was clear that Susan was lightly massaging Deirdre's clitoris. Susan slid her free arm under Deirdre's shoulder then kissed Deirdre passionately. Deirdre's hips began slow, circular motions in response to my wife's probing fingers. Susan then rose, pulled Deirdre to her feet, then dropped to her knees. She slowly pulled down Deirdre's sweat pants and panties with one motion. Deirdre was naked. Susan kissed her way up Deirdre's now firm body then asked Deirdre to please remove her sweats.

Deirdre knelt at Susan's feet then removed Susan's sweats to reveal that Susan, true to form, wore no panties. Susan slowly knelt then the women kissed again. This time, Susan slowly had Deirdre lie down on the carpeted floor then began sucking the virgin's breasts again, this time with more passion. Susan slowly licked her way down to Deirdre's legs.

"How about we fuck while we watch?" Kristy asked.

"I was wondering when you were going to get to that, babe," I answered with a smile as I slipped off my shorts and jock, then slipped a condom over my hard cock. With no foreplay at all, I sat on the bed. Kristy stepped on the bed straddled me, then sat down on my hard cock. It was not so much fucking as it was mutual masturbation. We ground into each other with our eyes fixed on the monitor.

Susan had starting licking the inside of Deirdre's thighs. Slowly, oh so slowly, she worked her way to the virgin pussy. Susan spread the lips of the virgin cunt, exposing the lady's clitoris. Susan lowered her head then lightly licked around the swollen clit. Deirdre lightly grabbed my wife by the hair then whispered, "Eat my pussy, Susie, please!"

Susan toyed with Deirdre's clitoris a little longer. She licked in ever tightening circles around the erect clitoris. Finally, with a light lick, my wife's tongue touched Deirdre's hardness. Deirdre spasmed immediately. Susan began flicking her talented tongue lightly but furiously on the center of Deirdre's sexual soul. Deirdre began experiencing orgasm and moaned loudly as the first waves of the rising tide hit her body. Susan licked harder and harder. Kristy moaned louder and louder. At the crest of the tide, Susan sucked Deirdre's clit into her mouth, flicking her tongue against its mass as she sucked. Deirdre was now fully in the throws of an orgasm. An orgasm so shattering that she clamped her legs around my wife's head violently and hard. Susan continued to suck on Deirdre's clit as Deirdre's orgasm subsided. The legs around Susan's head loosened their hold then Susan swung herself around, never losing contact with Deirdre's clit and lowered her pussy on Deirdre's tongue.

Kristy and I were now pounding into each other, our own orgasms not far away. "I'm coming, Mark. Pump harder!" Kristy demanded.

I pumped with all my strength into Kristy's cunt. For the first time since we had begun fucking, Kristy and I had an orgasm at exactly the same time. As our own orgasms subsided, we began straightening up. Kristy and I dressed, then continued to watch the two women eating each other in the party room.

Susan began to experience her own orgasm as Deirdre came several times. Susan ground her pussy into the virgin's face and mouth covering Deirdre's features with her juice. Susan moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Deirdre continued to lick Susan's cunt long after my wife's first orgasm. Susan came again then rolled off the virgin's face. The two women faced each other, then licked their own juices from their faces. "I think we should find Mark and Kristy, don't you," Deirdre asked.

"You're still sure you want to lose your virginity, Deirdre?" Susan asked as she held the woman close.

"Yes, more than ever," Deirdre replied.

The two women kissed, dressed, then headed upstairs.

I had just switched on the television when Susan and Deirdre arrived. "Mark, I don't know how to approach this subject with you," Susan said as she looked at Kristy. "I'll be blunt. Deirdre and I just made love downstairs. She's a virgin and she wants you to be her first man--she wants you to deflower her."

"What?" I asked knowing all the while that I knew exactly what was going to happen and exactly what I was going to do.

"Mark, I want you to take my virginity," Deirdre said as she moved closer to Susan, their sides touching. "I want you to pop my cherry."

"I know what it is, Deirdre. Why?" I asked.

"Kristy, Susie, and you have helped me become a better dancer. I'm making more money now than I ever did," Deirdre said.

"Well, we're proud that you took that ball and ran with it, but that's no reason for you to give up something you've tried so hard to keep all this time, Deirdre," I said.

"I can't explain it, Mark. I just know I want it to happen today. I want the man to be you. You're so nice," Deirdre said.

"Yes, but you don't love me, Deirdre," I said. "Being nice and loving someone are two different things. I am really flattered that you would choose me, but really, I think you need to think about this more. You're a beautiful young woman, Deirdre. You have plenty of time to lose your virginity."

"Mark, I want you," Deirdre said. "I've wanted you ever since I saw you. Now that I know Susie, Kristy and you share everything together, I want to share myself with each of you-- even if it's only this one time."

"You would cheapen your deflowering with a one night stand?" I asked. "C'mon!"

"Yes, but I do not think of it as cheapened at all," Deirdre said. "I think of it as something I want to remember for the rest of my life. I can think of no better people to share this with than the three of you."

Deirdre left Susan's side then approached me in the chair, "What's the matter? Don't you want me?"

"Only a fool wouldn't want you, Deirdre," I said as my penis started to grow in my sweats. "I just want to make sure you will have no regrets."

"I will have no regrets, Mark. I promise," Deirdre said as a small smile creased her full lips. "I even started taking the pill two months ago."

I looked at Susan. She nodded. I looked at Kristy. She nodded. I looked at Deirdre. Deirdre stood before me. Her dirty-blonde hair was tousled from her love making with my wife, but still very innocent looking. I stood. I walked to her then whispered, "You are sure you want this?"

No answer came from her lips. Her answer came as a clumsy stroke of my crotch. I took her face, innocent, but very pretty, into my hand then kissed her lightly on the lips. Her lips still tasted like my wife. Her lips parted slightly then she lightly flicked her tongue on my lips. Behind her, Kristy had moved to Susan, they were watching while they unconsciously moved their hips together. Kristy whispered something to Susan. Susan did a double take, then smiled.

I opened my mouth and let the young virgin's tongue entwine with my own. Soon, we were kissing very hard as I moved my hands over her tight ass. Deirdre moaned softly as we kissed at the feelings my hands on her ass elicited. I slowly led her over to the bed, then laid her down gently. I began moving my hands up to her now heaving breasts. I lightly touched first one nipple, then the other. Each nipple became instantly hard. Deirdre's nipple's were protruding from her tee-shirt. I kissed her; this time harder, and with more passion. She eagerly returned my kiss. My hands roamed freely over her excited body. I slipped my right hand under elastic waist of her workout shorts. I found her neatly trimmed pubic mound to be hot and wet; from this session and the tongue bath she received from my wife. Slowly, I worked my hand down into her womanhood. I lightly parted the lips of her virgin pussy with two fingers then slowly slid my middle finger along the crease of her vagina. When my finger slipped over her clitoris, Deirdre moaned loudly through our kiss. Slowly, not wanting to damage her still-intact hymen, I slid my finger into her vaginal canal. I stopped when I got up to the second knuckle on my finger. To my delight, Deirdre began moving her hips, fucking my inserted digit. As slowly as I started on her pussy, I withdrew. Once my hand was at the bottom of her cutoff tee-shirt, I broke our kiss, then I grasped the shirts' bottom and lightly tugged the garment over her head. My mouth then kissed and licked down to her breasts. I teased her hard nipples with my tongue. As I licked her nipples, my right hand again slipped under her shorts. This time I wasted no time as I immediately found her clitoris and began to flick it lightly with the tips of my fingers. Deirdre was beginning to orgasm as I continued my finger motion. I next sucked one breast into my mouth while flicking its nipple with my tongue. She orgasmed and moaned incoherently. At the moment of her orgasm, her clitoris grew rock hard then disappeared back into its hood. I rose from the bed, grasped Deirdre's shorts by the legs and slid them from her. She was now naked before me.

Susan and Kristy were sitting silently in the room, now. Their faces flushed with desire. They wanted the woman on the bed. It was my turn, though.

I removed my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Deirdre opened her eyes and saw an erect cock for the first time. I gently spread Deirdre's legs with both hands then gently laid on top of the woman. She wrapped her arms around me then kissed me hard. "Now, Mark, please!" she whispered in my ear.

"No, you're not ready, yet, Deirdre." I whispered before I nibbled on her ear. She arched her neck back in passion then pushed my head down. I needed no further hint. I pushed my cock against her pubic mound, then slid down her body until I was looking at her virgin pussy. I gently spread the lips of her as yet unused cunt with two fingers, lowered my head, then licked around her clitoris. As I licked around her clitoris, I reached down on the floor, found my shorts and removed a condom from the pocket. I began to concentrate on her clitoris with my tongue. I licked her clitoris with fast, light motions, just as my wife had done earlier. While licking her clitoris, I opened the condom package then slid the rubber over my straining cock. I motioned for my wife to get the K-Y Jelly and had her lubricate my cock. Next, I motioned for some lubricant to be squirt into my hand; I would use this lubricant on her virgin pussy to ensure as painless a penetration as possible--both for her sake and mine. Deirdre began grinding her hips to the beat of my tongue. She was getting ready to come again. I stuck a finger from my empty hand into her pussy and began to finger fuck her. She arched her back, then came in an explosive orgasm. Her breathing was extremely hard, now. Her chest, legs, and face flushed with excitement. I raised my head then moved up her body and kissed her. She kissed hungrily and tasted her own juices on my tongue. "Are you sure you want this, Deirdre?" I asked after I broke our kiss.

"Yes! I want it, Mark. Please!" She said breathlessly.

"All right, Deirdre. I'll stop whenever you say. I want to enjoy this as much as possible." I said lovingly. "If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop until the pain goes away."

"I will." She said as she spread her legs very wide. "Mark, I want you, now."

I spread lubricant at the entrance of her vaginal canal making sure an equal amount of the jelly was just inside her opening and outside her opening. "I'm going to start putting myself into you, now, Deirdre." I said as my own breathing quickened.

"Please," was all Deirdre could muster.

I positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina, then pushed gently. Her cunt opened slightly as the head of my penis entered slightly. "Oh, God!" Deirdre said as she felt a cock sliding into her cunt for the first time. "Is it in, yet?"

"No, honey. It's only just starting to enter you" I said softly as I pushed a little more.

"Mmmmm" Deirdre moaned loudly. "It feels so good."

The head of my cock had not yet completely entered her pussy. I pushed more. My cockhead was completely inside of her pussy. "Oh my God!" she screamed. "I'm coming!"

Deirdre pressed her pussy hard against my cock causing it to slide in further. About three inches were inside her as her orgasm reached its peak. She pushed back extremely hard on my cock. For the first time in my life, I felt a hymen give way. "Oh God, it feels so good! Fuck me, Mark!" cried Deirdre as her virginity slipped away.

I met her next push with one of my own this time. Deirdre had cock buried in her pussy for the first time in her life. "Deirdre, I'm all the way inside of you, now." I said as she smiled wildly. "I'm going to start moving in and out of you, now."

True to my word, I began to slowly slide my penis in and out of her pussy. It was extremely tight. It was the tightest pussy I had ever felt in my life. I increased my pace. She started screaming, "Don't stop! Don't ever stop! This feels too good!"

Her hips raised to meet my thrusts. I was now fucking her at a normal, clockwork pace. I fucked her tight pussy harder and harder. She came again and again as my cock continued pumping her once unused cunt. I felt my own orgasm approaching. I started fucking her extremely hard, now. "I'm going to come!" I said softly.

My cock erupted into the condom with a force that I had not recently felt. "Oh my God!" Deirdre cried. "I can feel it pumping!"

I buried my mouth on her mouth until my orgasm subsided. We laid still, breathing hard for about five minutes, then my cock slipped from Deirdre's pussy. She was no longer a virgin. Susan and Kristy joined us on the bed. Kristy kissed Deirdre lightly on the lips, while Susan whispered in my ear, "That was incredible, Mark. How did it feel?"

"Fantastic!" was the only word I could utter.

"I'm a woman, now." Deirdre proclaimed as Kristy kissed her breasts.

"Yes, you are, Deirdre." Susan said then kissed her lightly. "You have just been made love to by the best lover I have ever had."

"Thank you so much, Susie," Deirdre said as she raised her head to kiss her.

In the three hours that followed, the three of us made love to each other several times. The ladies instructed Deirdre in the proper methods for giving head--each showing her techniques with me as the object. At first, Deirdre was very nervous about having a cock in her mouth. The ladies showed her the proper areas to lick and the proper way to suck. They said when a cock slips from her mouth, a popping noise should occur. I was in bliss. I had three women taking turns sucking my cock. Her last lesson was on how to swallow sperm. They explained that cum from different men does not taste the same but that there was nothing to afraid of--it was normal. When I was about to come, I told them so. Deirdre wanted to taste cum for the first time. She placed her mouth over my cock then began to suck and lick as she moved her lips up and down my shaft. She was learning her lessons well. For a first time cocksucker, she was doing a great job. "Deirdre, I'm going to come, now." I said as softly as I could muster. She continued her motions on my cock I moaned and filled her mouth with sperm for the first time in her life.

She slid my cock from her mouth with a pop--just as she was instructed--looked at me straight in the eye, then swallowed. "God, it tastes good!" She exclaimed.

After my orgasm subsided, Susan and Kristy showed her the importance of licking a cock clean. We stayed in bed for awhile, then Kristy said, "I'm hungry! How about dinner?"

"Sounds like a plan," Deirdre said. "Can I help?"

"Sure!" Kristy replied happily then the two naked women went downstairs to cook.

"So, you taped the whole thing?" Susan asked.

"I taped downstairs, it was an accident at first, honey." I said sheepishly. "How come you showed her all that extra stuff?"

"If I read her right, she's going to go wild for a while. I wanted her to be prepared." Susan answered. "Besides, you never do know what will happen."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked straight faced.

"Probably. What are you thinking?" Susan asked with a wicked, wicked grin.

"I'm thinking you're showing her the ropes so she might eventually work for L&L Entertainment." I said.

"If you're thinking that, you're right!" She said still grinning. "I think she'll make an excellent addition--when she's ready. She still needs a lot of work."

"You mean an excellent whore, right?" I asked with a smile.

"You got it, Mark." Susan said. "Kristy and I think she'll love it!"

"From virgin to whore in five easy steps! 'Be a ho!' by Leather and Lace." I laughed. "So much for this being a one time only thing, I guess."

"The best laid plans..." Susan laughed. "Let's go downstairs and help out!"

"So much for a tight pussy," I thought to myself as we went downstairs.

We ate dinner in the nude, seated at the dining room table using our best china, glasses, and silverware. It was a bit on the decadent side, but then everything we had been doing since we left for the beach was decadent. It was after ten when we finished dinner. Normally, I would go to bed since tomorrow was a work day. Tonight, I stayed up with the ladies. Deirdre had more work on her blowjobs that night.

Crossings, Chapter Seventeen

During the next two and a half weeks, everything was about as status quo as it could be. Two more sexless bachelor parties, numerous tricks turned by Susan and Kristy, and Deirdre still showed up for her Sunday lessons with Susan and Kristy. Sadly, there was no sex. Not that Deirdre didn't want it. It seemed as if Susan and Kristy were going to make her beg for it. Friday, two days short of two weeks since Deirdre's deflowering, I came home early only to find Susan and Kristy in Kristy's room with a black man from the BCC--both ladies were paying close attention to licking his enormous cock. The man was the first man Susan fucked that night--the man with the largest cock in the room.

I stood in the doorway watching as my own cock grew in my pants. The women did not see me, the man did not see me, I just stood there watching as the women licked, then sucked on the cock. It was clear that both ladies were trying as hard as they could to get more than just the head in their mouths. Their jaws strained with each effort. Susan was the first to get more than the head into her mouth but had to quickly withdraw because she was suffering from cramps in her jaw. Kristy, a few moments later, managed to get about four inches of the hard cock into her mouth but could go no further. Susan's cramps had subsided when she straddled the man, covered his cock with a rubber, then effortlessly slid down on the enormous black cock. Kristy straddled the mans face. Then as she moved to kiss Susan, she saw me standing in the doorway. She told Susan who turned around, then motioned to me to join in. I didn't need a second invitation and left an article of clothing with each step. "You still haven't done one thing, Mark." My wife was clearly getting hotter as beads of perspiration were breaking out on her forehead. "I need your cock in my cunt, too. Go get the K-Y."

I was lubing my now rubber sheathed cock with K-Y, then I positioned myself so that my cock was right at the entrance to her pussy. The black man, whose name I later learned was Tim, pulled his cock out saying that I should start. I barely felt my cock go into my wife's stretched pussy. The black man had Susan bend over backward, then began his assault. I felt his cock next to mine as he penetrated my wife. Susan now had what she wanted--my cock and her black lover's huge cock in her pussy. She came instantly--even before we began fucking her. She was now a woman in heat. Kristy, who was kneeling on the bed watching us attempt a double pussy penetration, was now straddling the black man with her pussy in my wife's face -- Susan was eating Kristy's pussy very energetically. Kristy was sucking on her own nipples while the black man below her had inserted one of his large fingers into her asshole. I reached down, my fingers still greasy with K-Y Jelly and inserted two fingers into my wife's hungry asshole. We fucked like this for about twenty minutes with my wife and Kristy experiencing numerous orgasms--each one more powerful than the last. I felt my own orgasm coming. I started pumping harder into my wife. The other man inside her pumped hard as well. Finally, I felt my cock shoot sperm into the condom. About a minute later, Tim shot his wad as well. After we caught our breath and slipped out of my wife, Susan introduced me to Tim. We shook hands and the four of us took showers. Kristy made dinner.

Over dinner my conversation with Tim turned to basketball and the upcoming playoffs. We became very animated. When Kristy mentioned I played basketball on our own court, Tim's eyes lit up. "You wanna run?" he asked me.

"Sure, I'll run with you." I replied.

I lent Tim a pair of shorts. Luckily he wore his sneakers to our house. On the way out of the door, I put a piece of gum in my pocket. Susan and Kristy joined us outside. I heard Susan whisper, "He's going to hustle Tim, Kristy. Watch."

I was well into my routine. Not hitting easy jumpers, missing lay-ups, doing the things that would be expected from a thirty- nine year old "white boy". Being called a white boy isn't really a racial slur when playing basketball. It can be, but not this time. It just means that while you can play basketball, you do not play with the intensity or the style of a black player. It's widely known. 'Soon, I would dispel that myth,' I thought to myself.

"Since you're the guest, you get the ball first." I said to Tim as I threw him a weak chest pass.

"Ten by one's, make-it-take it, behind the line two, okay with you?" Tim asked.

"I'll give you five points to start--because you're the guest." I said.

Tim shook his head and I could hear him mutter, "Crazy white boy."

I let Tim make two shots, one a driving lay-up, then an uncontested jumper. "Three and you're history, man." Tim said, starting to talk trash.

Between baskets, I took out my gum and began to dribble lazily.

"Watch, now, Kristy. Just watch. When he starts to chew gum, it means he's going to start playing." Susan said.

I inbounded the ball to Tim. He took the ball to the right, I cut him off and forced him to dribble under the basket. "Nice D," Tim said. "But you gotta do better than that."

Tim tried a crossover dribble, then pulled up for a jumper. I easily blocked his shot. "Get that shit off my court!" I said loudly. "You're playing at my house. You're going to get an education. I'm going to piss on you, now!"

Three drives, three dunks. Each one punctuated by a loud "Yeah!" from me. "You ready to play, now or are you just going to stand there and watch me dunk on your sorry ass?" I taunted.

Two two-pointers in a row. "I'm only down by one, now. This is too easy." I said as I laughed.

"C'mon let's play ball." Tim said.

"I bet you're really confused now. Is he going to hit another jumper or is he going to dunk? Don't worry, Tim. I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to drive to my right then I'm going to hit a lay-up." I taunted. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, c'mon." Tim said.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to even touch you." I said half mockingly.

Easy lay-up. Another two pointer. Game.

Tim was exasperated. He wanted to go again. Next game. Ten, zero. 'Man, where did you play ball?" Tim asked.

I went on to tell him my story over Gatorade in the kitchen. Tim showered, then left saying he had a great time.

There were no bachelor parties scheduled for that night.

The next day, I awoke to find a pair of lips on my quickly hardening cock. Kristy was sucking my cock very hard. I had never felt anything like it to that point. It felt as if she was trying to suck the cum right out of my balls. I moaned very loudly then looked to my left. Susan was laying on her stomach, still asleep. In no time at all, my cock was very hard. I tried my best to delay my orgasm but could not. I shot my load into her mouth in one of the best orgasms I had ever enjoyed. After I caught my breath, I whispered to Kristy, "Where on earth did you learn to do that?"

"I just made it up, Mark," Kristy answered with a smile that could best be described as one of naughty contentment.

"It was impossible for me to control my orgasm," I whispered as Kristy slid up beside me.

"Really?" Kristy asked. "I'll have to remember that next time I want to get a client off quickly."

Susan woke up, rolled over then asked, "Mark, would you mind if Kristy and I started dressing to distress more often?"

That's all I have ready to post to the newsgroup. I'm working on more chapters of this rather long account. If you're interested in reading more, please let me know by posting in either alt.sex.stories.d or via E-mail. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far!