Cat's Away

"Mike, would you go for a 4?" Denise asked.

"You bet! What do you think about Will, though?"

"Will, do you mind if I get a little risqué?"

"You're among friends, Denise. You can do anything you want without offending me. In fact, the more risqué, the better - if it's what you want. This part of your audience will only be more grateful."

"Alright!" Mike retorted.

"Quick change," Denise said to me.

She gave me a quick sweet kiss, then kissed Mike and fled back to her 'dressing room.'

"If you like this kind of stuff, Will, you're in for a real treat." Mike said.

"I don't want to intrude or make either of you uncomfortable," I replied, "I am in absolute heaven right now."

"Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."

Mike changed the music and then worked the controls of the lights. In the moment of quiet, Denise spoke through the door to say she was ready. The music started softly, slowly. Denise came out in a diaphanous, flowing, multi-layered dress that fell to her knees. A thin material wrap was around her shoulders. She was.....lovely. The music was soft and flowing and sexy. The undulations she made were in perfect time to the music as the shoulder wrap gracefully billowed to her whim. She released the wrap just so - as it floated sensuously to my lap. (Slightly "LESS" tented now.) The beat picked up a little and she moved with it. Without touching her outfit, the material began to come away. It was actually long scarves that fell, revealing more and more of her. The result was a skimpy satin teddy that literally clung to her luscious figure. More tempo now. Her hand moved to the top of the teddy between her breasts. On a strong beat of sound, the teddy was ripped from her. (Velcro, I guess.) The tiniest of G-strings covered her mound, but her breasts swung free in their nakedness. My gasps were not heard above the music but I'm sure my heart was. She moved like the goddess that invented sex, moving her hands over her exposed buttocks and thighs, then up to her breasts, cupping them. Her head swayed as her face revealed an almost ecstatic look. The moves she made after that are really indescribable; at least I can't find the words to do her justice. Her face was orgasmic. Off the table she came at first to dance with her breasts dangling just in front of Mike's nose placing that unbelievable rear next to my cheek. The she straddled my outstretched legs dancing her mound in my face. The mixture of the sweet scent of her perfume and the musk her own arousal leaped to my senses. If I even had touched my self at this point I would have blasted a load. She got me to my feet by pulling me up, still moving in perfect time to the beat. My bulge was obvious.

She gently touched my crotch saying "You poor baby. Come sit over here."

She led me to the opposite side of the table. Then she went back to the other side. She faced away from me as I stood in awe trying to soak up more with my over-stimulated eyes. She made some motion at Mike who obediently crawled to her feet. The she lay back against the table clutching the backs of my knees. Mike pulled the remaining cloth from her. He looked at me, winked, and drove his tongue into her wetness. She reached up, unbuckled my pants and pulled my underwear to my knees. She re-grasped the backs of my legs to pull me into that sweet mouth.

My resolve was barely there, but I managed to utter, "Denise, I can't ..."

"I'm not going to let you cheat sweet man, just give you relief. Come here, I'll tell Paula myself when I've gotten to know her. I promise she'll understand."

Somehow that made perfect sense at the time (sometimes all my brains are in the head of my cock). I tried to ponder this but lost the battle by staring at those luscious breasts, then the waiting mouth. She was moaning in her throat from Mike's ministrations as she brought me to her wanting lips. Her lips were soft, so soft, as she enveloped my member. Her tongue lightly slid down my length as she drew further and further into her. Her guttural moans vibrated against me and came closer and closer together. She grabbed my hips to slowly make me withdraw and then in again. I should have come by then but I guess Paula was in my mind causing me to hold off. In painfully slow again, then out once more. She began to shake, then to tense and shake, but her mouth remained soft and her motions slow. She grabbed my buttocks and squeezed. That was it. She pulled me in. I went over the top gushing and gushing and gushing. She had waited for that. She went over the top shuddering and screaming a very muffled scream of pure orgasmic pleasure.

Then, she swallowed all she had retained crying "oh! Yes! Oh!" between gulps.

She scrambled that wicked wonderful tongue to get more of the cream as it dripped from her lips. She licked my slowly dwindling erection as it came from her mouth, then rubbing my member slowly, lightly, easily all over her face, finally releasing me. I slumped to my knees as Mike stood. I rested against the table with my face toward her marvelous breasts, now swollen even more with nipples hard. Mike gently entered her through her moans of pleasure. I had to suck her breast and fondle her. As I did she moaned more, then, came again. Mike followed her quickly. This was overload, I slumped to the floor, Mike fell back against the cushions. In a minute, Denise was holding me, lying beside me. She kissed me sweetly as I tasted myself on her lips. A minute later, Mike lay beside her making her the meat in a most wonderful sandwich. We held each other like this for some time, finally breaking the bond when the music quit. The lights went on because they were keyed to the player. After some rearranging (on my part and Mike's, Denise remained beautifully nude) we sat and basked in the afterglow. Already, the guilt was setting in. We talked easily with both of them reassuring me. This was not intended by anyone but certainly not regretted by either of them. After another drink, they walked me home (Denise put on a wrap-around dress without bothering to tie it in front). A good night kiss from her at the door with naked breasts in my hand once more, then a hug from them both. I watched them walk back toward their place from the open door until the disappeared around the corner. They waved just before going out of sight, and I waved back. In less than five minutes I was in bed and sleeping with a smile on my face.

Chapter 2

I awoke early Thursday to the alarm with memories rushing into my head. Oh Paula, please don't hate me! How was I going to explain? When you get home the four of us will go to dinner. After you've met them I'll tell you because I have to. You are my partner; I will not keep a secret from you. Then you will either hate me or you will understand and forgive. After all, I did not make love to her, I just......well. I also had the sweet memory of last night. It was a busy morning at work finally calming down near lunch.

Mike called, "You surviving my friend?"

"Hi, Mike, got mixed emotions, feeling great and real guilty."

"Got time for lunch?"

"Free all afternoon. You want to meet somewhere?"

"See you at KB"s at 11:45, that ok?"

"You got it."

KB's is an active place but allows private conversation and decent food. Seeing Mike's smile made me feel better. Mike explained how great the evening had been for them. He had fantasized for some time about just the event that had taken place. He had not expressed it until one night when he was 'feeling no pain.' He was real surprised when Denise had been receptive. She was very sexual and had fantasized about such an event herself for longer than he. She simply hadn't had the courage to tell him as he did not want to jeopardize the great relationship they had. They had both thought that it would never happen as they did not believe they would ever find someone they could be that open with or one that fit the restrictions they both had. They had discussed my problem this morning. They were very sensitive to how I felt about Paula and our relationship. It was also obvious how much I had enjoyed myself. The Hot tub incident had not exactly been an accident either. Mike liked to show off Denise, and Denise enjoyed showing off. They had been headed to the hot tub when they saw me. Mike suggested she go change into the abbreviated outfit she wore that night, and Denise had willingly agreed. They dashed back to their condo, without me being aware, and Denise had quickly changed. Last night was not planned, exactly, but they were both happy at how it had turned out. Now they wanted to help. Turns out that Denise is a photo nut just like Paula. She was wanting to put together some portfolios of her work. She had been through one bad marriage and now was in a great one. An idea started to formulate in my head. She had taken modern dance and learned the other stuff through practice, videos, and some intermittent visits to some rather classy strip shows in Las Vegas, Nashville, and Dallas. We talked on and on. We planned a trip to the 'Trough' for Friday night. We didn't get too specific with our plans, just the idea of what we wanted to take place. A drink at their place, then to dinner, maybe back to their place if things were going ok.

"Let Denise talk to her. If she and Paula get along, then we'll work things out. If not, then we'll just forget it happened. It'll be better that way."

"I hope it works out, because I don't think I can keep it from her. It would be like a lie, and I just won't lie to Paula."

With lunch over and feeling better about their attitude and implied support, we paid the check and I went back to work. That night I had dinner with a business associate, then, returned home to do some picking up before Friday night. Denise called to say how much she enjoyed last night, that I shouldn't feel guilty that a pretty lady seduced me into a blow job, and she was sure things would work out.

I missed Paula terribly. I explained how much I enjoyed myself and hoped she was right..... I slept fitfully that night. My worst enemy was fear that the incident might cause bitterness and mistrust to enter our marriage for the first time. I prayed she would accept what happened and love me.

Friday was a long day, even though I took off early. Paula was early! She got home just before 5:00. I was ecstatic. We were slobbering all over each other. I babbled about our plans for the evening. She was excited and a little disappointed that we weren't going to be alone. But, she wanted to meet some new friends and was ready for a meal on the town. We both got ready. I called Mike and Denise while Paula was in the shower. Then, I took a shower. I heard the phone ring. Paula answered. As I came out of the bathroom I asked who was on the phone. She told me it was Denise.

"She sounds like a real, real neat person. We talked a little."

My heart was in my throat.

"They want us to come early so we can celebrate my return," Paula continued, "Denise does photos!"

We got ready and walked over. Paula was wearing a mauve colored knit dress that showed her off well. I was in shirt and slacks. Mike greeted us at the door. Paula almost dropped her teeth. Mike looks so much like her idol Sam Elliot that she almost couldn't talk. The feeling quickly passed as we entered and Denise met Paula. Denise was wearing a relatively casual white dress that was a knock-out. The skirt part of the dress was full, coming to points at many places just above her knees, "Kerchief" style. The blouse part was pure sex. The neckline plunged to the waist, and the back nearly did. No part of her breasts actually showed, but the "attitude" was there. You could almost imagine her breasts springing free of the light fabric. Mike and Denise showed Paula their place, including the light set-up, and the electronic system. She was impressed. Denise fixed drinks for all of us. Mike and I sat in the pit group while the girls went to Denise's "photo" room. I needed the drink and knocked it down quickly. I was nearing the bottom of the second before the girls emerged chatting busily.

They finally acknowledged our presence with Denise saying "Your wife is as much a winner as you are, Will."

Mike flipped on the light system which proceeded to keep time with the music. Then he explained the system to Paula. (The lights were relatively tame in comparison to Wednesday night.) Paula loved it. She was also hot to hear Mike talk and look at his face.

I cracked, "If Mike buttons the top button on his shirt, Denise and I might have to go eat by ourselves!"

Paula laughed, then, explained her infatuation with Mr. Elliot, and Mike's resemblance to him. It was obvious she liked them both just as I had when I first met them. We all talked. At some point, Paula admired the heavy over-sized coffee table.

"Yeah, Mike likes it too." Denise said.

Paula gave a questioning look as I blushed, (thankfully she was not facing me).

"He likes for me to dance for him on that table under the lights."

With some questioning, Denise explained her dance background.

Paula was delighted and said,"Will would have me doing strips up there."

"Oh, Mike loves it when I do. I think I've even gotten pretty good at it (understatement of the year). Some day I'll put on a show for you." she casually remarked.

"Sounds like fun," Paula said half jokingly.

We had a quick cocktail. Thirty minutes later we were laughing our way into the restaurant. The girls were talking incessantly. It was great. Mike and I carried on our own conversation, interrupting them every so often to ask questions, or to get an opinion. As we were drinking our coffee after the meal, the girls were talking more softly. Mike and I mostly pretended to talk, more interested in trying eavesdrop without them knowing. We heard enough to know they were talking about their relationships with us. The talk turned to sex, then dancing. I heard little else, once I caught 'hot tub' then 'dance'. I got several grinning stares from Paula. I heard something like 'poor man' from Paula, then nothing else discernable. We paid out, then left laughing. Paula gave me a very nice big kiss just before I opened the door for her.

"Nice, what was that for?"

"Just because I love you," she replied.

We laughed and talked on the way back to Mike and Denise's. The mood and talk and laughter had rolled into a sexual tone. When we got back, Denise got us all a round of after-dinner drinks, while Mike set up the system and lights.

"Now, I'll show you what a real light show is like." he said to Paula.

The music was great and so was the atmosphere. For the first time in two days I felt a little loose.

After a while, Mike said to Denise, "Honey, would you do one dance for me, please?"

"Mike, Paula doesn't want to see me dance." she said reproachfully.

"I'd love to see it, if you don't mind." Paula replied.

"Me too," I chimed in.

"Majority rules!" Denise said cheerfully.

"Paula, would you help me change?" she asked.

"I'd love too."

The girls disappeared into the 'dressing room.' My heart was pounding again. Denise and Paula came out a short time later with Paula sitting between Mike and I and Denise taking her stage a respectable 8' away. The show was on again! Denise was wearing another costume, different from the other night. The dance was great. After one fairly long song, she joined us for a drink.

"Your turn Paula," she said.

"I can't," Paula said.

Mike said "You're among friends."

I commented, "I'd love to see it."

"Ok, but you've got to dance with me Denise."

"Let's go change," Denise stated.

After a brief discussion of sizes, in which Denise assured Paula she could be fitted, the girls retired again. Ten minutes later, my eyes popped out. Paula was in a skimpy outfit that showed her attributes admirably. The top was a silk halter that revealed nothing, but showed everything. The bottom was silk also, cut very high on the sides with a unique dip in the front and back. Denise looked very stunning in a tight mini skirt and delicate white knit top. The girls took the stage. Denise told Mike to play number 2 (I remembered #4 about then). Paula was magnificent. The girls danced off each others moves. My pole was making a taller tent than before. Mike and I demanded a few encores until Denise insisted that Paula do a solo. The slow moving song was perfect for her performance. I know I was oozing fluid as she sexily moved on the stage. This girl had missed her trade. WOW! She finished the song to a round of applause from an appreciative audience of three. She joined us as at the couch for a drink.

"Now how were you laying?" Paula suddenly questioned.

"Like this," Denise said as she arose and took the same position she had on Wednesday, with her back on the table.

"And where was Mike?"

"Come here Mike, and show Paula where you were."

I was dying inside, looking for a hole to crawl into on the outside. The cat was obviously out of the bag. Maybe if I could live through the next 5 minutes, I might survive - Might! Mike took his place kneeling between her legs.

"And where was my horny little husband?"

"Right here" Denise said as she lay her head back miming my presence at her lips.

I said nothing. What could I say. Paula looked at me, then smiled.

She softly said, "It's ok. Just make sure I'm there next time."

I couldn't talk, just nodded with eyes full. Paula held me close.

After some time I said, "Let's go home, I want to make love to you."

It was her turn to nod. Our hostess hugged Paula as Mike shook my hand. Then Denise gave me a full mouth kiss. Paula responded by kissing Mike. Then the girls kissed. Not a friendly peck, but a full blown, fantastic, inspiring kiss. My knees were shaking and my legs were weak. We practically ran home. For the first time in a week I was going to make love to my wife. She still had on her costume when we reached the bedroom. We could not get enough of each others mouth as I ran my hands over her body. I cupped her breast under her the halter as our tongues entwined. She ground her pelvis into mine. I can't remember ever being more turned on. I kissed down her neck, finally lifting the halter from her. Paula ran her fingernails across my chest in circular motions giving me chills of pleasure as she removed my shirt. She pressed her left breast against me. I bent and kissed her breasts, sucking the hard nipple in my mouth. I was swallowing her luscious tit with the nipple playing against the back of my throat. I sat her on the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. The skimpy shorts were discarded. My lips found her labia, with my nose snuggling the short curly hairs on her mound. My tongue searched between her satiny folds to find the hardness of her clitoris. Giving it a gentle bath, as my tongue ran slowly in and out. Paula threw her head back making tiny moans of pleasure as my tongue slowly danced into her tunnel, only to slowly rise to suck gently and rhythmically on her clit.

"Come here, PLEASE," she moaned.

I arose, shed the rest of my clothes and lay beside her. Our mouths met. She licked her juices from my lips, chin, and nostrils... I positioned myself between her legs without breaking the love being exchanged with our lips. My cock, hard as it has ever been eased forward, finding her wetness, sliding into her sweetness with practiced familiarity that can be only accomplished by two persons that have made love solely to each other for an extended length of time. (Definitely not something acquired with a one-night-stand). As the "General's" head slid down the velvety furrow, Paula's hips rose up to receive the thrust. She moaned and gently bit my lip. Her hot swollen breasts were pressed into my chest with hard nipples rubbing through the hair, instantly sending electric shocks through me. Gently, easily, we ground against each other between the long, slow, tender strokes pulling out until I can hear the gentle "kiss" of the lips of her sweet creamy pussy, only to bury into its exact depth...The exact length that I have created. It is though I am the only man who has ever been there. I have created its' depth, width, and breadth.... It is as though our bodies have melted..... together, our minds blend and we share the passion that the other person is experiencing! The tempo increased. She was crying "Yes!"