TITLE    : The Week Ch. 13
STORYID  : the-week-ch-13
SUMMARY  : The final chapter in a 13-chapter, 150-page novella
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-10-24
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |wife-watching|group sex|oral|ffm threesome|bi-sexual females|exhibitionism|


<i>Note: The Week is a 13 Chapter, 150 page, novella-length, wife-sharing story.  This is the final chapter.  I feel obligated to suggest you will not fully understand the storyline or the contents of this chapter unless you start at the beginning.  In any case, thanks for your interest.  I hope you enjoy this final chapter of the story.  Feverman.  Copyright 2011, 2012 Chad Sanders, all rights reserved.</i>



<b>Chapter 13 - Following The Week</b>



After dropping Lee off with Kate at the hotel, Sarah and I returned home.  We snuggled on the big sofa in the great room and watched a romantic comedy on one of the movie channels.  Sarah laughed out loud a good bit as she usually does when she watches comedy movies.  She really enjoyed it.  I liked the movie too, but not well enough to remember the name.  It had its moments.  Much more than the comedy flick, I enjoyed holding my loving wife close and feeling a revived sense ownership, not of her but of her love and affection.  I suppose it was around eleven thirty Tuesday night when the movie ended and I turned off the television using the remote control.  I didn't move, just continued to hold Sarah in my arms.



"What are you thinking about?" Sarah asked after a few minutes.



"Just enjoying having you to myself and noticing how different it feels now that we are alone again," I told her.



"I know," she replied.  She paused and said, "I am so glad we found Kate for Lee.  I have been officially relieved of the responsibility to entertain him and care for his emotional well-being.  As exciting and fun as it was, I am so happy to have some time alone with you."



I made a joke of her statement by saying, "I thought you found your new co-dependant relationship with Lee very fulfilling, actually both very filling and fulfilling."



"Ha Ha," she poked back, "Very funny... not!"



"But, not quite as filling as Dante," I continued prodding her.



"Shut up," she protested, "Oh my god, did I really do all that stuff with Lee and those black men?"



"It seems like a strange and distant dream to me, but I think you actually did," I told her.



"Do you think I'm a slut now?" she asked.



"I'm not sure how to define slut, but you don't match up well with my mental image of one.  I would say you are at best a part-timer.  You can act the part, but only when you choose the role and make a special effort," I told her. "In your case, it is not what you are, but you have the unique ability to put on that persona and wear it, much like putting on a different outfit.  Letting go sexually and setting aside your moral inhibitions is something you can choose to do or not do, but I don't think it has changed who you are on the inside.  I don't see where it has altered your core values."



"I appreciate those words more than you can possibly know," she told me.



"I know," I told her, paused, and added, "That is why I lied and made all that stuff up, slut."



"You are so lucky I can't reach your balls right now!" she replied.



"Hey, I learned my lesson earlier about kidding with you when I am vulnerable to revenge," I told her.



"Just remember, buster, you have to sleep sometime and payback is hell!" she mock threatened me.



I said, "Well then, I guess I need to make things better.  I love you more than I ever have and think you are the most beautiful woman, and lady, I can imagine.  I feel like the luckiest man in the world to have you as my loving life-partner.  How was that?"



"It's a good start," she told me with a grin.



"I can't tell you how much your willingness to do the things you did during the last week means to me.  Not only did watching you perform excite and arouse me beyond description, but it touched my heart in a very special way that you loved me enough to fulfill my fantasy.  Your personal sacrifice showed me the depth of your love and devotion to me," I told her.



"Wow," she said, "Now you are really talking!"



"You were beautiful beyond words having sex with Lee and the other men.  It was the most caring thing you've ever done or me.  I honestly believe that, and I appreciate you in a new way for loving me enough to act out my ultimate sexual fantasy," I continued to share.



"What did you like best, I mean, what excited you the most to see me doing?" she asked.



"Most?  I couldn't begin to pick one thing.  Everything you did was so wildly erotic and almost all of it drove my lust and sexual arousal to new heights.  One thing that really turned me on was watching you make out with Lee and with those black men.  That was super hot.  It was just as arousing to me watching you kiss them as it was to see you having sex with them.  Seeing you surrender to your lover in the heat of the moment was a huge turn on.  Watching you kiss another man with very real passion fired off my sexual nerves like I had no earthly idea it would," I explained, and asked her, "What about you?  What got you really fired up?"



"Oh god, I knew you would ask me that.  I don't know... being so free to let go of my repressed, innermost, sexual feelings I suppose.  Having the responsibility for being so openly sexual lifted from my conscience was the big thing.  It was so much easier to let go and enjoy the pure, physical pleasure of sex with my partner when I knew what I was doing was for you and I was also being forced to have sex the way the man wanted; I didn't have a choice.  Those two freedom-enabling things let my sexual tigress out of her cage, you might say.  Once I was freed from my moral inhibitions, my lust ran amuck and I loved that feeling.  It was as if I consumed every act of sex with a pleasurable, hunger-filling kind of greed.  It was all so raw and naughty, thrilling, exhilarating.  I was satisfied in a different way than I had ever been satisfied before, in a lusty, deeply-raw, physical way.  Using one of those two reasons to let myself go allowed me to enjoy the pure, fevered passion of fucking those men without guilt or responsibility.  Watching you and accepting that I didn't have a choice in what I did sexually set me free.  Those things combined to give me a wonderful, new, sense of freedom," she shared.



"I noticed you found you stride at times," I told her, and asked, "What did you like least?"



Sarah thought for a little while before answering me.  "The thing I liked least was also, strangely enough, one of the things that I liked most.  This is so hard for me to understand and sort out, but it was when I felt rejected and humiliated the most.  Being rejected that way hurt me deeply.  The pain I felt was real.  Even though it hurt a lot, being treated that way also opened up another level of surrender and sexual pleasure deep inside me.  Somehow. being treated like a slut and so uncaringly used by those men gave me more mental and emotional freedom to enjoy myself.  It was as if being treated like a slut allowed me the freedom to enjoy acting like one."



"You must be talking about what you did with the black men because Lee never did anything to make you feel that way," I commented, hoping to prompt her to reveal more.



"Yes, you're right.  When Dante pulled me toward him and acted like he wanted me so much and then gave me to the other men, it really hurt my feelings, but it also did something very arousing to me.  He jerked my emotions around and kept me confused, floundering.  I can't explain how it made me feel other than to say at first it really stung me, but then at some point I recovered my wits enough that it made me determined to fuck those other men with all the passion I had in me.  I was angry at him and as revenge I wanted him to see that I could be just as sexually satisfied fucking them as him.  It made me want to fuck Dante's gang in an animalistic way, like a total slut, to give my body to them completely.  I wanted, almost needed, to be used by them in a slutty, nasty way and make them come for me.  I craved the satisfaction of making them come for me."



"How about when he was finally done with you and he just turned you over to them like a piece of meat... when he abandoned you and left you alone with them?" I asked.



Sarah explained, "That was the ultimate hurt I felt all night, but it also was a huge victory for me. It hurt so bad I thought I might throw up at first when he tossed me aside so callously after making me feel so special to him, but I somehow found a thread of pleasure knowing I had totally satisfied him.  I concentrated on the fact that I took all he had, his oversized dick and all his sexual lust and desire, his physical strength and roughness.  I used him up, but he didn't do the same to me.  I was the one still standing at the end, when he threw in the towel.  It didn't matter to me that he threw me away after I realized I had beaten him.  In fact, it was my proof that I was the winner, proof of my victory.  He knew I had more in me when he had nothing left.   I tamed the big, black savage and reduced him to a mean-spirited loser."



"That is just amazing.  I had no idea you were thinking along those lines," I shared, and told her, "I thought you just refocused your attention on the gang and got lost in the acts of sex with them."



"I did do that, but mostly to prove to myself that I could fuck the rest of them until they yelled, "Uncle," too, like Dante had.  I would have drained them all dry if I could have stayed awake for that one last guy," she jokingly bragged with a proud grin on her face.



"Cuz was more than ready to throw in the towel too.  He was so relieved that you passed out," I told her.  I said it just to make her feel even better than she already did about her performance.  Like the historians that rewrite history to fit their personal agenda and purposes, I embellished my understanding of what happened to build up my wife's self-image. I wanted her to view her accomplishments in a good, proud way.



"I wish I could have made him come for me that last time, but my body and mind just gave up on my spirit," she shared. "I was struggling so hard to stay awake and in the present.  I just couldn't."



"I'm convinced not one woman in a thousand could have done what you did with that very horny, virile gang of men," I told her. "You made each of them come for you three or four times."



"Oh crap, that was a gang bang, wasn't it?" she realized.



"Yes, as it turned out it was," I agreed.



"I was the gang slut, the gang's white whore.  I was being used worse than someone off the street, wasn't I?" she asked.



"Well, it was kind of set up to work that way.  You did want a forced-sex experience," I reminded her.



"Oh, right.  I keep forgetting the whole evening was planned and acted out to a script of sorts for my benefit," she said softly, almost as if talking to herself.



Sarah thought for a moment and asked me, "Have you masturbated thinking about what you saw me doing with Lee or those black men?"



I was totally caught off guard by her question.  It embarrassed me because I had.  "Yes, love, I have," I admitted.



"Thinking of what in particular?" she asked.



"Thinking of you," I told her to be jokingly obstinate.



"Of me doing what with whom?" she tightened my noose without as much as a smile to acknowledge my wit.  She did sit up and look at me to watch my face as I answered her.



"Well, I have done it a few times," I admitted, and shared the details. "I was thinking about you surrendering and willingly giving your body to Lee, about watching you sharing such passion with him while the two of you made out and fucked, and about you sucking Dante's big black dick.  Those are the things that come to mind immediately." 



As she thought over my response, I decided to kid around a bit.  "Ask me in another week if you want to know more.  I will give you an update then," I said with a grin.



"What made you come?" she asked, cutting through the clutter I tried to create with the precision of a brain surgeon.



"Which time?" I asked.



"With me sucking Dante's dick?" she told me.



"It was the mental image of your beautiful, feminine, white face next to his big, mean and brutish-looking black dick... the sight of your flushed, sexually-aroused body giving in to your basest desires.  It turned me on that you actually liked being forced to be his girl, and that you put all of your heart into such a potentially humiliating act and subtly took control of the situation," I told her. "You looked both the victim and the conqueror in the same exact moment as you struggled to suck his big, black cock with such willing surrender and determination."



"Will you want to see me do something like that again?" she asked.



"Maybe some day, but not anytime soon," I told her, and explained. "I got more than a full serving of watching you being used as a barroom slut."



"What about if it was just the three of us?" she asked.



"Not even that way," I answered.  "Why do you ask?  Would you like to fuck Dante again?" I questioned.



"No.  I don't have any desire to see him or any of those men again.  I just wanted to hear about you, your needs and desires.  I don't think I have any fantasy needs at the moment.  I'm not sure if I ever will again, not with the same curious desire I had before.  But, I do know I can enjoy having sex with other men now for you to watch.  I believe I can do that with much less apprehension than before.  I will if it is what you want to see me do.  I just need to know in my heart that fucking someone else will really excite and arouse you," she shared.



"Got any candidates in mind?" I asked.



"Only one, and it's nobody you would ever guess, not in a million years, so don't even go there.  It is up to you to pick my partner and tell me what to do with them.  I don't want to assume any responsibility for what I do.  I learned that much about my sexuality from the week we just experienced.  When it comes to having sex with other people, if that is something you want me to do, I will be the willing submissive lover you expect, but not the one calling the shots," she told me.



"Because calling the shots would make you feel responsible or guilty?" I asked, hoping she would elaborate.



"Yes," she simply confirmed.



"Who is it, Sarah, that would I never guess?" I poked at her, as if it might somehow be productive.



"Give it up.  I will never tell you, not even if you miraculously figured it out," she firmly asserted.



"Bitch," I accused her.



She just grinned at me.



"What now?" I asked.



"Didn't you hear a word I just said to you?  Take control, master!  It is totally up to you," she chided me.



"Okay, but I need to think about how big a bite I want to take of this apple," I told her.



"That would be very wise of you," she warned.



I settled for the immediate pleasure of taking her to our bed and making traditional romantic love to my wife until we both climaxed, surrounded in the comfort of having a loving, committed partner with whom to share such intimate passion.



"When are you going back to work?" I asked as we rested.



"Whenever you are done using me as your sex slave," she told me and added a coy smile.



"The only way you are going to get used at the moment is by me," I revealed.



"Perfect," she whispered and gave me a peck of a kiss.



The week that had roared in like a lion faded out with no more excitement than me watching a sleeping lamb.  Of course there is more to the story, but only details.  It has been over a year since that special week came and went.  Sarah has been true to her word and has willingly played with other men for me each time I asked.  It had been twice now to be exact and both times we were out of town.  The men were chosen because they were married, away from home on business, heterosexual, and therefore, low risks for STDs and unlikely to want any continued personal involvement.



Half the fun for me was watching her in action in the hotel bar where we stayed before we retired to our room with her newfound lover accompanying her.  I felt a fevered lust watching her seduce the man I had picked.  Each time Sarah was under orders to "fully enjoy" her date and she certainly did.  She turned on her lust for sex with the man like flipping on a light switch and fucked both of them every way other than gently.  She left them completely exhausted and spent.  They had to wonder if she was human or supernatural as they lay next to her in the aftermath of the wildest fucking they ever got and tried to find enough strength to dress and leave.  In spite of my picking the most athletic-looking gentlemen available to sic her on, it wasn't much of a contest of physical or mental strength either time.  Both men were woefully overmatched, and both acknowledged her supremacy before leaving us alone in the aftermath of, "the most amazing sex," he had ever experienced, as one of them put it.  The other one said something similar to Sarah, and then told me, "You could have helped me out some, friend.  She is way too much woman for one man.  I have never, ever, been fucked like that."



Lee and Kate became a thing.  Not a month passed when they didn't get together for a few days on one coast or the other, or somewhere in the middle.  I won't be surprised to get a call inviting me to be a groomsman at their wedding, and Sarah a bridesmaid.  Just a week or so ago, Lee mentioned that he has been considering opening a west coast office of his consulting firm near Kate's home in Orange County.  Go figure.



Kate and Sarah became good friends and she has been down to visit us several times, twice with Lee.  The very first time she came down it was with Lee.  The four of us visited Ensenada, Mexico over a weekend.  The girls playfully flashed the bartenders, tourist men, and many of the college students present, for drinks in Husong's Cantina.  We all got drunk there and didn't spend a peso in the joint.  It all started with my challenge, "You know it is customary to show your tits to the men at least once in this place.  Flashing is a local tradition and is expected of the women patrons," I told the women as we approached the bar.



"Oh yeah?" Kate said, and proceeded to walk through the front door, find a group of college students and announce, "I will show you my tits for a round of drinks for me and my friends."  The next round was on Sarah, and so it went.  The women danced with the college guys and the Mexican men and teased them mercilessly for the next few hours, even rubbing their tits on the horny young college guy's faces "a la lap dance" a couple of times.  



Every time either of them, or any of the other women in the place showed their tits, the place erupted in cheers and one of the bartenders played some short, bull-charge anthem on a trumpet.  It always ended with shouts of "Ole," and wild cheering by the patrons.  With all the loud enthusiastic encouragement, the other women there were led by Kate and Sarah to put on quite a show.  Everyone present enjoyed a drunken afternoon of partying and uninhibited, free-spirited frivolity with plenty of tit flashing.  



We all drank tequila to excess in Husong's, as is mandatory on such excursions.  Somehow we later found our way to the harbor to eat fish tacos, another local tradition.  Everywhere along the way Sarah and Kate got wolf whistles from both the American men and the locals.  Their short frilly little dresses over their otherwise braless and half exposed bouncing breasts encouraged the overt attention.  It was also very obvious they were both wearing only tiny thong panties under their skimpy, revealing dresses.  Their coy smiles and other forms of subtle, feminine acknowledgement only fueled the fire of men's attention on them and earned them more suggestive compliments and whistles.  They loved being the center of attention in such a borderline-naughty and irresponsible way.



Back at the hotel we got naked and wild, all four of us in the same room.  Sarah and Kate worked me over first, and after they had ignited my Roman candle and burned the rest of me down to a heap of ashes by kissing, sucking and fucking me to exhaustion, they did the same to Lee.  In the beginning, our outing was strangely reminiscent of the fun we had enjoyed partying with Lee and Denise, but of course it all became much different with the open and playful attitude of the women and with the additional activity of shared sex.  Kate's openness added that very enjoyable if unexpected dimension to our four-way friendship.

<hr pg="2" />When Kate visited us a second time a few months later, she came alone.  It was six or seven months after the infamous week.  I cooked steaks on the grill and we had dinner by the pool after Kate drove down from Orange County on a Friday evening.  I endured the seemingly endless discussion the women engaged in about Lee.  It seemed each of them wanted to claim the ultimate sexual experience with him or to demonstrate his commitment to them.  It reminded me of guys bragging about their fishing abilities where the first liar didn't stand a chance.  It was not that I think the ladies were lying, but their descriptions of their intimate interactions with Lee were described in so much more elaborate detail and with far more underlying passion in their voices than I had previously heard from either of them.



I felt sure I was going to get fucked by both of them before the night was over.  So, as a way of ending the escalating braggadocio between them, I briefly considered suggesting we get all just get naked and get on with it.  However, I didn't suggest that.  I suggested going out for a drink instead.  Two missed turns and the discovery of a previously unknown and very hopping bar later, we walked in to the joint to the loud thumping sounds of a hard-driving, rock-and-roll band.  The only thing that struck me as unusual at first was that so many people were staring at us.  As my eyes roamed through the people inside, mostly men, the realization we had just walked into a gay bar hit me.  From the other side of the crowded room came a high pitched scream and the words, "Oh my god, Sarah, I can't believe it's you!" Joey Lopez, Sarah's hair dresser, exclaimed his joy as he rushed across the floor to hug and kiss her.  Just that quickly we were no longer invading outsiders. All those eyes that had been staring at us seemed to suddenly focus elsewhere.



Joey was very animated as he said, "I assume this is Ryan, your stud husband that you are always telling me about, but who is this drop-dead-gorgeous thing?  Oh my, she is so fucking hot.  Introduce me, hon."



Sarah said, "Joey, this is my girlfriend, Kate, and you are right this is my husband, Ryan.  Kate and Ryan, this is the other most wonderful man in my life, Joey Lopez.  He is my best friend and hairdresser both, Kate.  He knows more about what is happening around town than anybody."  Sarah looked around and asked, "Where's Tony?"



"Oh, he ran off somewhere tonight.  We had a fight.  Feel this knot on my head," Joey told her.  He hardly hesitated before he continued.  "God, I'm so glad to see you.  I have always wanted to dance with you.  I love your sexy body so much.  Will you dance with me some?" he excitedly told her and asked with childlike giddiness.  Having Sarah unexpectedly show up at his hang-out made Joey's day.



Joey danced with Sarah, with Sarah and Kate together, with Kate, and with some other the other men there.  He would have danced with me too if I hadn't declined his invitation.  When Joey excused himself to go to the men's room, the girls dragged me to the dance floor.  An extended version of, "Wild Thing," allowed us to rub bodies and get a little raunchy on the dance floor, but our wildness was nothing unusual for that place.  Same-sex couples all over the place were making us look somewhat tame.



As the song ended, one of the few slow tunes that played during the evening began.  "Why don't you two dance this one together?" I asked, and added, "It seems only fitting here."



"Okay," Kate said.



"And act like we are a couple?" Sarah asked me.



"Yes.  Act like the most in-love, passionate, lesbian couple here," I suggested.



"For real or just for show?" she asked.



"That is up to you," I told her.



"No, it isn't.  You need to tell me how I should feel about it," Sarah insisted.



It finally sunk into my sometimes-thick-head that Sarah wanted to be ordered to sexually enjoy Kate.  "I want you to let go and really enjoy being a couple, both of you," I told her.



"Okay," Sarah anxiously agreed.  Kate just winked at me and smiled.



"Holy Shit," Joey said as he watched them dance and make out on the dance floor, "I didn't know she was bi-sexual.  Sarah never mentioned a word about it to me.  Oh my god, just look at them.  They are on fire for each other."



When the song ended Sarah and Kate were locked in an intensely passionate and very sincere-looking kiss.  They didn't bother to stop kissing when the music ended.  When their lips finally parted they were both flushed crimson red with arousal and had other signs of sexual lust written all over them.  I looked at Joey as they walked back to join us and told him, "Thanks for the drinks, Joey.  I need to take these ladies to a more private place."



"You better hurry," he told me with a big, knowing grin.



"Not a word of this or I will cut your dick off, love.  See you Thursday," Sarah told Joey as she gave him a big hug before we left.



"Not a word, I promise," he assured her.



Much to his surprise, Sarah leaned in as she hugged him and tenderly kissed Joey on his lips.  She said, "I trust you."  Sarah left Joey standing with his mouth gaping open from the unexpected kiss on his mouth.  She quickly joined Kate and me as we turned to walk out.



"Was that as hot to the two of you as it looked?" I asked as we approached our car.



Very much so," Kate answered me.  



"What are you going to make me do now?" Sarah asked, hopefully I was sure that I would make her do more with Kate.



"Right now you are going to sit in the front seat and Kate is to sit in the back.  You are taking a timeout for being such bad girls," I teased them.  "When we get home I want you to continue being bad girls."



Sarah couldn't contain her grin.  She winked at Kate and Kate smiled back acknowledging her total consent.



I turned down the dimmers in the great room, put a collection of love songs on and lit some candles after ordering the women to sit on opposite ends of the big sofa.  I sliced a lime, added a salt shaker and plopped a bottle of tequila onto a tray before I delivered it to the coffee table in front of the sofa.  When I was sitting in my recliner in a dark corner of the room, I simply announced, "Time in."  They both started laughing.



"Have you done this before?" Kate asked as she poured shots for them.



"No, never," Sarah answered, and then thought to ask, "How about you?"



"Twice," Kate told her, "Once at a sleepover in high school and once a couple of months ago with a lesbian woman that I met at a show in Denver."



"And?" Sarah asked.



"It was good both times," Kate gave her the ultra short version, and then added, "But they were nowhere as near as hot as you.  Come put you head in my lap and I will tell you all about it."



"Why don't you ladies slip into something more comfortable," I suggested.



"I like the way you think, Ryan," Kate replied.



"Anything in particular?" Sarah asked me.



"Let Kate pick out the outfit she likes best on you, love," I told her. "You are Kate's date now."



While I waited for the ladies to change, I stripped naked and made myself a drink.  I sat in the dark corner of the room and awaited the voyeuristic opportunity to witness something I had never had the pleasure of seeing; well, nothing other than the contrived interaction of two females making love in a porn movie.  I was sweating-hot and my dick bounced in full hardness as I anticipated watching two beautiful females making love in real life.  I was not disappointed.



They came back into the great room holding hands, both dressed in long flowing and very transparent gowns.  Sarah's was aqua and Kate's white.  Kate sat on the end of the sofa and Sarah reclined with her head and shoulders over Kate's lap.  "Better?" Kate asked me.



"Awesomely so," I told her.



Kate leaned over and kissed Sarah with one of the most sensual kisses I had ever witnessed.  I wondered if Sarah was going to climax from just the lingering passion Kate shared with her.  "I love you so much, Sarah," she told her when they finished.



"I know you do, Kate.  I can feel it when you kiss me," Sarah whispered.



Kate told her, "My first female sexual experience was so innocent and unexpected it was over before I had time to fully realize what I'd done.  I was sleeping with my girlfriend, Sue Palmer, in a bedroom at a friend's house.  It was a sleepover with about a dozen girls near the end of our senior year.  I had broken up with my boyfriend earlier in the week and Sue was consoling me and giving me a massage as we talked about what had happened.  All at once she wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed me, not in a sympathetic way, but in a very sexual way.  I was so stunned I just let her kiss me.  She kept kissing me and began rubbing my breasts.  I'm not sure why, but I didn't stop her.  A few minutes later she was rubbing my pussy.  I don't know what I was thinking but I just let her pull my pajamas off and she began kissing my body all over.  I was flushed with excitement.  I just let her do whatever she wanted.  She brought me to orgasm orally and we fell asleep holding each other," Kate shared.  



"How did you feel later on about doing that?" Sarah asked.



"I guess I was ashamed of myself for a long time. With Sue, I pretended nothing happened and we never talked about it again.  She tried to come on to me another time, but I stopped her.  My rejection really hurt her and our friendship was never the same after that.  We went off to different colleges a few months later and never talked or saw each other again.



"That is so sad," Sarah empathized with her.



"It was sad, is sad," Kate agreed. She went on to say, "...but I was just not comfortable with that part of my sexuality at the time.  I really liked being so close and intimate with Sue, but I couldn't accept that I had bi-sexual attractions back then.  It was impossible for me to understand and acknowledge that I had those types of sexual desires.  It took a long time for me to accept that I liked women in a sexually way too."



"But you have now?" Sarah asked.



"Yes, I have.  The other time was with a mature, dedicated lesbian.  I was at a trade show in the hotel bar having a drink.  She, Ruby, was sitting alone across the corner of the bar.  I watched her turn down offers to dance with several men and noticed she was watching me almost continually.  The few men in the bar were the worst mix of potential one-night-stands you could imagine. Their pickup lines were so bad I couldn't make myself accept even a dance with any of them.  She sent me a note that said, "Slim pickings, huh?  I have a different solution to your desire for companionship.  I'm in room 712.  Want to join me for a cocktail and talk it over?  Ruby Gibbs."  When I looked up from reading the note she sent me via the bartender, she was gone."



"Obviously from what you told me already, you went to her room," Sarah suggested.



"I did, but not before I went to my room and called her," Kate told Sarah, and continued, "She answered, 'I was so hoping you would call or knock on my door.  You are such a beautiful, classy woman.  You deserve better than what that sorry lot of men can offer you.  Would you like to try pure feminine affection for a change of pace?'  She was so honest and straightforward it made me revisit my innermost sexual desires.  It was almost as if I heard myself saying to her, 'I think I would.'"



She was very aggressive and efficient with her passion.  As soon as I walked into her room she kissed me and began taking off my clothes.  Before my mind could fully grasp what I was doing, I was naked and making out with her, willingly letting her have her way with me.  The bottom line was, Sarah, I had a wonderful time with Ruby.  She had a very special touch and loved to bring me to orgasm.  She was very good at making another woman feel special and desirable.  I spent that night with her and several more."



"Are you going to see her again?" Sarah asked.



"No, at least I don't think I ever will.  She is from New York City and was at the show to sell her business.  I don't think we will ever have the opportunity to spend the night together again," Kate told her.



"Does Lee know about your romance with Ruby?" Sarah asked.



"Oh yes.  He probably wore blisters on his dick from jacking off while listening to me share the details of my nights of lesbian pleasure with Ruby.  He loves to get me going on that subject on the phone while he jacks off," Kate candidly revealed.



"Well, that is one thing you can share with Lee that I can't," Sarah conceded.



Kate didn't answer Sarah immediately.  She looked her in the eye and began rubbing Sarah's breasts.  After a few moments sensual massage, Kate told her, "You will be able to after tonight."  She leaned in and kissed Sarah on the lips and pulled her head up to join her.  I didn't want to interrupt them, but I did want to watch them engaged in more foreplay, to see them slowly sinking into the feeling of sharing each other and to watch their sexual fever rise until they were burning up with it.  I eased over to the stereo system and turned up the volume enough for the sound to beg their attention.  They noticed the increased presence of the music but didn't stop kissing.  When they did, Kate poured them another shooter and they performed the ritual with lime and salt.  "I think Ryan wants to watch us dance," Kate told Sarah.



"How do you feel about that," Sarah asked.



"I would love to dance with you in this wonderful, private setting," Kate told her.



Kate took the lead and it was beautifully erotic watching them dance together wearing their flowing see-through gowns, breasts pressed into breasts and with Sarah's head held to the crotch of Kate's neck and shoulder.  Kate's hands slowly soothed Sarah's body and ass for most of the dance, but toward the end Kate's hands held Sarah's head to kiss her more.  I honestly don't know which one of the three of us was hotter, but I was afire with lusty, voyeuristic arousal.  I slowly stroked the shaft of my dick and burned with sexual lust watching them.



Their next dance was less overt sexually but somehow more intimate.  They just held each other and danced.  Kate kept her left hand behind Sarah's head and ever-so-gently massaged her neck, running her fingers through Sarah's short black hair.  When the song ended, Kate led Sarah back to the sofa and they stretched out and kissed more until Kate began rubbing Sarah's pussy.  They continued making out in a tender, romantic way.  Sarah began to moan and writhe from the loving stimulation.  A few minutes later, Kate pulled Sarah's gown off.  They lay together again and Sarah willingly raised her legs and opened her legs for Kate's fingers to explore.   Kate's fingertips stroked and teased Sarah's pussy lips and gently probed the warm, wet crevice as they kissed.  Gradually she probed deeper and deeper into Sarah's pussy and found her G-spot.  They began to writhe together in earnest, moan and whisper encouragement to the other until Sarah announced, "You have me so hot I am going to come soon.  Oh god, your touch is magic, Kate.  Oh yes, yes... keep doing that...  Oh god, I'm coming!"



Kate pulled Sarah to a sitting position and pulled her butt cheeks just off the edge of the sofa.  She spread Sarah open and pressed her mouth onto the source of the hot spurts of female cum and drank it.  Having Kate's mouth on her pussy pleasured Sarah so much I though she would come completely unhinged.  Sarah rolled her hips and raked her pussy over Kate's mouth and loudly exclaimed, "Oh fuck that is so good!  I have never... Oh god, don't stop..."



Sarah held Kate's head pinned to her pussy and soaked her lover's mouth, face and gown with cum until she suddenly pushed Kate's head away and said, "It's too much.  I can't take anymore right now.  Oh fuck, that was so fucking wonderful I can't even tell you.  My clit is throbbing like crazy it is so excited... overly excited."



Kate stood and stripped her dripping wet gown off.  She straddled Sarah, kissed her once and offered her breast to Sarah to kiss and suck, which Sarah hungrily did.  After a few minutes of vigorous breast sucking and kissing, Sarah rolled Kate onto her back and went down on her.  I shoved a pillow under Kate's butt to lift her to a better position for Sarah and returned to my recliner to watch my wife give a woman oral sex for the first time ever.  Sarah licked and tasted Kate for a few moments and began kissing and gently sucking her clit.  Kate arched her pussy up to meet Sarah's mouth and it only took a couple of minutes for her to explode in climax from the obviously wonderful attention. 



Kate was very verbal and aggressive with her encouragement, saying things such as, 

"Yes, Sarah, lick my pussy.  You are so fucking good at this.  Suck my clit, lover.  Yes, like that.  Suck it more that way, girl.  Oh god, that is so good.  Eat my pussy, Sarah.  Love eating my pussy, Sarah.  You do love it.  I can tell you love doing this for me.  Oh fuck, I'm going to come for you, love.  Keep doing that.  Yes, yes... I'm coming.  Oh god it is so big.  I'm coming on your beautiful face, Sarah."



Kate writhed and bucked under Sarah's mouth so wildly I wondered how they managed to stay connected, but they did.  As Kate's climax wound down, Sarah just held her face in front of her lover's pussy and licked up through her pussy lips and over her clit every few seconds.  She teased the pleasure to flare up again in Kate's pussy and waited for it to die back before she repeated her sensual and very erotic teasing.  Kate moaned and her body jerked each time Sarah's tongue passed over her clit, but she didn't stop Sarah.  I suppose it simply felt too good to stop.



The scene before me was too much to contain.  "Look what you did to me," I told them, drawing their attention to my bouncing dick.  I was spurting cum without being touched.  I just held the shaft pointed upward and my aroused dick continued to squirt cum into high arcs that landed on my chest and belly.  Sarah pulled away from Kate and had the head of my dick in her mouth gently sucking it a second or so later.  I pumped and she swallowed, although most of my load was already on my body.  After she sucked my dick until I was half limp, Sarah made a sensuous show of licking and sucking the cum from my chest and belly.



She kissed me with cum-covered lips and asked, "What did you think of the show?"



"Was it just a show?" I asked.



"No, I truly got lost in the passion of making love with Kate," she told me.



"I loved it," I told her.



"Let's all three go to the bedroom," she suggested.



It was even better, if possible, watching them from such closeness on the bed and being able to touch them and kiss one or the other when it seemed appropriate.  Before we fell asleep with Kate sandwiched between us, I fucked them both to orgasm and they had brought each other to multiple climaxes.  It was very late when we finally satisfied our carnal lusts and found rest.  We would need it for the day ahead.



I woke up alone with an almost cold cup of coffee waiting for me on the lamp table beside the bed.  I saw Sarah and Kate sunbathing in the nude by the pool as I walked, still naked myself, to the kitchen to nuke my coffee to a suitable temperature for consumption.  I hate cold coffee.  Whether from the frequently experienced morning penile erection syndrome, a.k.a. a piss hard, or otherwise, I was still hard as a rock when I joined the women on the patio.  They thought my hard dick was just about the funniest thing they had ever seen, or so their laughter indicated.  Then they made fun of me for walking around with my "flag pole" on display.



"Fuck both of you," I told them in a put-on, grumpy way.



"I'm sure that will happen soon enough," Sarah told wearing that beautiful smile of hers, the most beautiful one any woman has ever possessed. 

<hr pg="3" />"I'm counting on it," Kate told us with her typically mischievous grin.



A question from the past came drifting through my mind and I asked Sarah, "Kate wouldn't happen to be the one fantasy lover you had when you told me that time I would never guess it in a million tries, would she?"



Sarah lifted her head from the lounger and looked at me with shock and amazement on her face.  Her expression alone told me I had it right.  "You got it," she admitted, "How in the world did you figure that out."



"Something about the way you kissed her I think," I jokingly lied and asked, "What do I win for getting it right?"



"You get to direct the evening's activities," she told me, giving herself my prize.



I sat and drank my coffee, admired the view, and thought philosophical thoughts.  I thought about how the infamous week with Lee had changed our lives, and Lee's and Kate's lives also.  I though about how my almost random notion to go out and have Sarah help Lee find a playmate that distant Monday night became such a pivotal point for all of us.  It was a whimsical and almost insignificant-seeming fork in the road we took which has continued to grow in its personal significance for all four of us.  I pondered how under just the right circumstances, and whether by fate or chance, the smallest of decisions can make for really big changes in lives.  For me, the week and the paths we followed leading out of it are especially meaningful that way. 



The End.



<i>My special thanks go out all the friends who helped to clean up so many of my typos and mistakes and who helped point out parts that could be improved upon for clarity.  In particular Cal and Rosie were top notch help to me of late.  I promise you they found hundreds of little things to make better and make your reading so much more pleasurable that it would have been otherwise.  My hat goes off to you for you dedication and skills.  I may have introduced some new errors applying edits, but those new are mine, not ones my editors missed.  Thank you so very much!



To the faithful readers who supported and encouraged this story and my other writing, you are simply wonderful.  I truly appreciate the kind remarks, emails, marking parts of the story as among your favorite stories and for selecting me as one of your favorite authors.  I'm humbled by your acceptance and appreciation of my writings. Thank you for your time and your interest.



Chad (Feverman)</i>

