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Karen's Night Out - Chapter 1
Karen had been teasing me about this for months without knowing it.

It started one night during the winter. It was a cold night... colder than usual. A Friday night. We were bored, the kid was at a sleepover, and she hated being cold.

"Go get me some beer?" she asked.

"Sure."

So, I trudged out into the cold and headed for the store. It was still early, around 7, and since she usually never went to bed before 1:am on Friday nights, I knew I better get a 12-pack.

When I got home, she was sitting on the sofa reading a book, looking cold still.

"Why don't you go take a bath and warm up," I suggested.

"Yeah, I think I will." And with that, she grabbed her beer and book and headed off to the bathtub.

She went through the beer unusually fast. Must have been because she was cold. Normally, there would be a few left over after a 12-pack, but it was 11:30 and they were all gone. I knew from history that when she had this much in her, her inhibitions dropped quickly and she'd do things that she would normally not do.

Her taboos ran deep, but I don't know why. I know from the not-very-sober times with her that she loved hot, nasty, dirty sex... with toys and everything. Porno, too. We shared the same taste in porn, though she hated to admit it outside her Beer Blanket. Girl-girl or close-up on penetration. We both like that.

This night, she got out of the bath looking damn horny. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she needed some. It was going to be a long night.

"Porno?" I asked, hopefully.

"Yeah. The girl-girl stuff. And get the oil, too."

Woohoo!

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to finish toweling off before retrieving the movie from the lockbox. She came over and laid down on the bed so I could touch her a little first.

"Mmm. I like your fingers,” she purred. "It is such a tease to feel fingers on my stomach... not quite touching where I want, but still making the contact. I've loved that ever since Bethany."

Bethany?

"Who's Bethany?"

"She was my best friend in college. We were roommates my freshman year".

"What did she do to you?" What did I just stumble onto? She had never mentioned this before, and we'd been married 9 years.

"Well," she started, "one night Bethany and I were sitting our dorm room, talking about our boyfriends from high school. We got horny, and we had gone through a lot of beer. We were sitting beside each other on my bed while we were drinking and talking, and I had been scratching my back, and when I dropped my arm, my hand accidentally dropped into her crotch. We laughed about it for a minute, then she grabbed my crotch as a joke to get even with me. I was really horny from the beer and boyfriend memories, and I guess my underwear was wet, because she suddenly got a surprised expression on her face and asked why I was so moist."

She stopped for a minute and had a far-away look on her face. Her fingers absently traced her inner thighs. She continued.

"She stuck each of the two fingers that had accidentally brushed my panties and gotten wet into her mouth and licked them off. That really turned me on, so I rubbed a finger under the edge and brushed it across my pussy and got it really wet, then I licked it off and made her watch. She decided she wanted more, so she stuck her fingers inside my underwear and got three of them wet on the lips, then made me lick them off."

I was growing...

"While I was licking my juice off her fingers, she started licking her fingers and my tongue. That led to us licking each other's mouths and tongues while running our hands over each other. She felt so smooth and soft. I pulled away and lifted her shirt off her and started licking her nipples while I stuck my fingers into her panties and started feeling her pussy. I had never felt anyone else's pussy before. I liked how mine felt from masturbating, but I really liked how hers felt, and how she reacted to my touch."

What the hell was I hearing? My beautiful, innocent wife, who had never shown any indication towards this kind of thing, was telling me about how she did another woman? And that she likes to masturbate? This was a fucking wet dream come true for me! Not wanting to stop her from her memories, I just stayed quiet and let her take her trip back to that night.

"So, Bethany was breathing really hard and really rubbing against my fingers, and I let one slip inside her. It just sort of slid in, she was so wet. No resistance. I was surprised at how slippery it was and how hot it was. I remember wondering if this was how we feel to guys when they're fingering us and thinking that I now knew why guys can’t get enough pussy. I pulled my finger out and looked at it. It was glistening. I touched it to Bethany's mouth, and she immediately sucked all her juice off my finger. Since there was none left for me, I just laid my head down on her stomach and started rubbing her through her underwear again. It was soaked. I moved my face to her crotch. I could smell her musk and it made me tingle. I just pulled her underwear aside and stuck my tongue right into her. She started moaning softly and grinding against my face. I had her clit right against my nose, and her juices were running down my chin. I just kept licking... I loved the taste."

I was on fire. Karen was laying back now, eyes closed, fingers working under her underwear. I could see the wet spot forming, but I couldn't see her actually doing anything; it was all just implied and that made me harder. Wow. I was watching my wife masturbate to memories of another woman. I had fantasized about that (most guys have), but I was watching it unfold in front of me. The only thing missing was another woman. That'd be the last fantasy I had left, and I could die happy.

She was silent, breathing a little heavily and deeply, eyes closed, hand still working slowly. I told her quietly that I'd be right back... I needed to change. My jeans weren't very comfortable.

I got up and stripped down. I decided that I didn't want this to end just yet, so I put on some loose cut-offs. I went back to the bed.

"What did you two do next?" I asked.

"I couldn't get enough of her pussy, Nick. I just couldn't. I kept licking all around the inside of her and rubbing her clit with my nose. She started breathing really hard and arched her back with a little squeak, then bucked a little. I kept licking. She suddenly pulled away from me, and I asked why. She told me that I'd just made her come. That surprised me again. There were so many things I didn't know about sex as a woman. I'd just made her come, and as many times in my life as I've had orgasms, I didn't recognize it."

"Anyway, she was still catching her breath, looking at me. I had her juice dripping off my face. She leaned down and started kissing me again, trying to lick all her juice off my face. Then she pushed me back onto the bed and slid down me, brushing her nipples down my stomach. That sent shocks through me. Then she peeled my panties off me and started teasing me with her tongue. She didn't slide it into me, but she kept flicking it around the edges of my lips, never quite giving me enough to grind against. When I thought I was going to have to tackle her and force my pussy against her face, she finally stuck her tongue in me. It felt so amazing. It didn't feel anything like fingers or a dick or even a guys tongue. She felt amazing. I don't know what she was doing or how she was licking, I just felt intense sensations in my whole pussy and clit. It felt like hours, and then my toes started to tingle and my stomach started to tense up, and I knew I was going to come on her face. I kept waiting for it to peak, but I kept going up. My whole existence was right at that spot where my body joined her face. I was gasping before I hit the top. The waves kept crashing over my body and through my stomach and out through my pussy over and over and over and I lost all control. I know I was bucking, because I was thrashing around, but I had no control of it. My entire existence was her tongue and my clit."

Her fingers were making juicy sounds in her pussy now and moving faster. Her head was back; her nipples were hard through her shirt. She'd let the blankets fall away, and her legs were apart... way apart. I didn't want to ruin this, so I just stayed quiet and watched.

Karen's hips were moving up to meet her finger thrusts now with a regular rhythm. She was close. I had never seen her masturbate at all before. I assumed she did it, because we had one of those "personal massagers" next to the bed, but I'd never seen her use it. Also, sometimes when she was taking a bath, I'd hear her gasp a few times while the tub was running, so I figured she was getting off on the water running out of the tap, but she'd never discussed it, and I'd certainly never seen her do it.

I toyed with the idea of stroking myself now, but figured if I could hold out until she was done, it'd probably be a REAL hot night, so I waited.

Her breathing was deepening and speeding up now. She wasn't trying to hide her pussy anymore. She had pulled the cotton aside with one hand and had three fingers from the other hand fucking away at herself.

Her hips jerked. She gasped. Her hips jerked again, then started jerking in time with her hand. She gasped again. Then she let out a moan that was one of the most passionate I’d ever heard her emit.

Karen rode through a very powerful orgasm, and then rested a few seconds. She slid her dripping fingers out of her pussy and licked them off slowly while looking right at me.

"Want a taste?" she asked.

"Shouldn't we reserve that for Bethany?" I countered. Where the hell did that come from? Of course I wanted a taste.

She grinned. "There's plenty where that came from." And with that, she placed her moist fingers on my lips. I licked and sucked all her juice off of them.

I needed her. I was at full staff, and she saw it.

"Baby, you need attention," she grinned.

"Yes, I do, but I didn't want to disturb you in your memories."

"Lay back."

I did. She slid both hands into my cut-offs. She wrapped one around the base of my erection, and the other hand around the shaft. I had already made a bit of a mess with the pre-cum, and she used that as lubrication as she started to stroke me slowly.

"Be careful with that," I warned. I was closer than I thought. It was quite the sensation: her one hand pulling the skin on me tight, the other hand stroking me, and all the while, she was rubbing the head against the cloth of the cut-offs.

She just smirked and slowed down the stroking. She had done this to me many times before, and she knew that slowing down only brought me closer quicker.

"Nick, thanks for letting me finish. I know that little session I had with Bethany got to you, so quit holding back on me," she said in a low, sultry voice. That was it. I lost my composure and control. My hips rocketed against her hands. I knew I was getting my load all over inside my pants, but I didn't care just then; showers were cheap.

I let my body finish its business before I opened my eyes. She was smiling proudly, like she had just accomplished something new. She'd given me many hand jobs throughout our marriage, and knew that this one was one of the better ones she'd performed for me.

"You rock my world baby," I said.

"Thanks for listening to my story," she answered.

How could I not like listening to her story? I just hoped I'd hear more about her and Bethany in the future.

Anyway, after her barnburner, she was tired and I was spent, so we just snuggled up and fell asleep.

That was eight months ago.

Since then, there had been little hints that she was interested in women. Little glimpses, lingering glances, comments under the influence, etc. What drove me up the wall was that I knew she was bi-curious, but she would not act on it. I knew if she tried it under controlled conditions, that she would have the time of her life.

Whenever I broached the subject with her, she always had the same objections: “I don't want to do it with a stranger because someday I may end up dealing with her through work and that would make it awkward at least”, “I don't want to do it with a friend because it might screw up the friendship”, “I don't want to get a hooker because I might catch something”, etc. All valid arguments, and all ultimately frustrating.

I could not find a way to set the stage for her. As much as I racked my brain, the pieces would not come together.

One night we were kissing as a precursor to foreplay, and I slid my hand down to her inner thighs and started whispering reminders of Bethany. She tensed up right away and told me to stop. Then she got mad and rolled over and ignored me. I gave up and worked my way towards sleep, realizing that I had crossed a line and resigned to let go of my little fantasy of helping my wife fulfill one of her biggest ones. I dozed off, but was awakened by the sound of our personal massager. I tried to keep my breathing even until she was ready to orgasm, then slid my finger under the pad of the vibrator and into her. She gasped at first, then decided she liked it and let me continue. I teamed up with the vibrator to take her over the top two more times. After she caught her breath, I kissed her, told her I loved her, and made love to her slowly and gently. Apparently, she forgave me for my earlier indiscretion. I dropped the subject.

A few weeks ago, we were making the final plans for a long-needed vacation without the child. I put him on the plane to the grandparents at noon Monday. I then went home to pack. Karen got home from work a few hours later. She was obviously more relaxed since she was off-duty from parenting for the next week.

We were heading to our favorite vacation spot, our favorite hotel, and our favorite room. The room is on the upper part of the hotel, with a great view, a living room and bedroom, and a jacuzzi. It's in a resort town, so we can go there and play for days. This trip, we were going to be there for four days and three nights.

This was the night before we were to leave. We finished our packing, and were having problems sleeping. We ended up staying awake until 2:30 a.m. or so, and had to get up at 6:00 a.m. to get to the airport. We both slept on the plane. When we got to the hotel, we hit the buffet first. Satiated, we headed for the room and the jacuzzi. We were both still a little tired from being up so late, that Karen decided to go get some beer.

She came back with a 12-pack. I remember thinking that a 12-pack at 3:30 in the afternoon may make for an interesting night, especially if we put on an in-room porno. I took a nap in preparation. It's a good thing I did.

This night became the hottest night Karen and I have ever experienced. We both still fantasize about it. Sometimes Karen even talks about it while we're making love. When she does, we both climax extremely hard.

Here's what happened:

"Nick." Her voice floated into my consciousness through the haze of my nap. I didn't know how long she'd been saying it, but is was a soft, lilting, teasing call.

"Yes, my babe?" I finally responded.

"Wake up so I can talk to you."

"Okay." I pushed my way up through the layers of sleep. Finally opening my eyes, I rolled onto my stomach on the bed and looked at her.

She was still sitting in the hot tub. I'd apparently been asleep for about 3 hours. She'd made a dent in the beer. That was promising.

"Do I have your attention now?" she asked.

"Yep."

"While you were sleeping, I looked through the phone book at Escort Services. I found one that looks promising. Call and order me a blonde. C cup. Age about 25 or so. Sweet and innocent looking. Cute. And bi-sexual. Oh yeah, and when she gets here, don't touch us; just watch."

“Anything else?” I joked, because I could hardly believe that she had given it this much thought.

“No, that’s how I’d like her,” Karen answered.

Holy shit. This was it. She wanted me to order her a hooker, and she was going to go through with it. And, she wanted me to watch. The Fantasy was here.

I looked at the ad that she had indicated with a folded page in the phone book. I picked up the handset to dial. I was stiffening just thinking about the possibilities for the night. Then, the worst happened: I froze. I couldn't do it. I could not order my wife a hooker. I was about to do something that I never in a million years thought I would do:

"Baby, I can't." Son of a bitch! I had just backed out.

"What? Why?" Karen didn't believe me either. "Why not?"

"I can't do this, because it's not a controlled situation. You don't know who we'll get, and you don't know where she’s been."

DAMMIT!!!

I sat there, shocked. My wife was essentially saying to me, "Bring me a hot blonde that I might fornicate with her while you watch and we both live fantasies", but I was backing out.

"Sweetie," she said. "I love you very much for making that decision. I'm glad you did."

"You are? Why?"

"Because you are willing to forego your favorite fantasy for my safety."

Okay, maybe that was the reason. I was still reeling from my initial decision.

"So now what?" I asked.

"Well, obviously, you are going to get the blowjob of your life later, but I am still horny for naked women," she stated.

"Well, there is a quite good selection of Adult Cinema on the Pay-Per-View," I answered.

"Nope," she continued, "live naked women. Are there any good strip clubs in this town?"

There had to be... this was a resort town.

"Let's just do this," I suggested. "Get dolled up and we'll grab a taxi. The drivers know where the good spots are. We'll just play 'Horny Tourists'. We'll go to a good strip club and buy you lap dances all night. How's that sound?"

"Yeah." The glimmer was back in her eye. She was hot, and wanted to see woman-flesh.

She climbed out of the hot tub and headed to the shower. I got dressed.

She took her time in the bathroom, but I found out why when she emerged. She had this very short, very hot dress on. She had left her hair down and curled it. She put on her best makeup. She was looking her best. I resisted the temptation to jump her right there.

"Let's go," I said, guiding her to the door. She grinned, flashed me a peek of the white lace thong she was wearing under her dress, and headed out the door.

"Where to?" We got in the taxi and the driver started the meter.

"You tell us. We want to go to a good strip club," I answered. Karen was keeping quiet, still trying to put on her totally-confident-hottie-girl façade.

"Topless or all-nude, alcohol or dry?" he asked.

"Nude and alcohol," Karen blurted out, with quite a bit of faux confidence in her voice. I looked at her with surprise.

"Well, there's a great club that is all-nude and they serve drinks up in north-town, but it's about 15 miles away. The fare will be a little steep. The girls there are really good, though."

"Keep the fare under $50, and you can have the rest," Karen bargained.

The cabby grinned. "No problem, ma'am."

The Appaloosa Lounge was a huge 2-story building with all of the flash and glitz on the outside that you'd expect of a place with the reputation the cabby had given us.

The whole drive, Karen and the cabby talked about the different strip clubs, which girls were the hottest, which ones had the best reputation for their girls doing "side work". The Appaloosa had a rep for very hot girls. The side work issue was unclear. Whatever. I was there to see my wife get wet looking at hot, naked chicks. That's where my focus was.

The doorman let us in to the small receiving area. I was surprised that there was a $25 cover charge per person. I paid it, and hit the ATM for a hundred bucks for table dances.

Karen wanted to start off at one of the stages to get herself acquainted with the club. We sat through about 4 sets of girls on the runway. Karen liked what she saw, and we discussed the various qualities of the dancers. I had to catch myself a couple of times, because it was very much like discussing the various qualities of strippers I'd seen with my buddies at the bachelor parties and guys-only lunches I'd been to.

Karen located the restrooms and excused herself. I located the doorman and inquired as to where the private dances were. He pointed to the stairs and let me know that when we were ready, he could arrange a private area for us.

When Karen returned, we sat through another couple of sets. She was really getting worked up now, as evidenced by the way she kept absently rubbing her legs and thighs.

"Come on." I guided her towards the stairs. The doorman met us at the bottom.

"We'd like to get some private dances. Can you arrange that?" I asked with a $20 tip.

"Right this way, folks. What's your preference for a dancer?" he asked me. I looked at Karen.

"Blonde." Karen answered. "About my height, 25 or so...” She continued with the same description she'd given me for the hooker earlier. What were the chances?

"Let me take you in and introduce you to Laura. I think she's exactly the type you're looking for," he responded. We followed him into a room with about 8 over-stuffed dark-red crushed velvet sofas lining the mirrored walls. The lighting was low, and obviously would be flattering to the dancers. He guided me to a sofa and Karen to a chair near it.

"Bud, these dances are for her, not me." How did I say that nonchalantly? He seemed nonplussed.

"No problem, just switch places. I'll have Laura right with you." Karen sat down at the side of the sofa.

"Uh, bayboo, you need to sit in the middle for her to dance properly." Karen shifted to the sweet spot. She was practically radiating pheromones. This was going to be an interesting show.

Laura emerged from a side door. I saw Karen's face before I turned to look at Laura, but I already knew Laura was a match. Light blonde shoulder-length hair, sweet face, about 5' 10", nice body, not scrawny, decent tits.

"Hi, I'm Laura," she introduced herself. She looked right at Karen. "Am I dancing for you tonight?" she asked.

Karen answered, "Oh, yes you are. For awhile, too."

"Great," Laura smiled. "What’s your name?”

“Karen.”

“Karen, do you want me to start nude, or strip during the first song?"

"Strip during the first song, then stay nude for the rest." Karen was not hesitating in any of her answers tonight. I was impressed.

I went to the counter to buy dance tickets. I found out they were $40 each. Well, it might be a short night. I headed to the ATM again and got another $100. I purchased 5 dances total, and Laura was already working the first one.

When I got back to my chair, Laura was already half out of the dress. She was straddling Karen and rubbing her nipples on Karen's face. Karen looked very torn; torn between whether or not she should actually start licking those nipples as they went by. I saw her do it a few times. Laura would just grin when she did. I also noticed that Karen had a hard time keeping her hands beside her. That's something that I always thought was unfair: when you're in a strip club getting a lap dance, you have to keep your hands to yourself. That sucks! You have a perfectly hot naked chick within easy reach, and you can't touch her. I know it's for the safety of the dancers and to appease the Psycho-Christians and Feminists, but still...

The song ended. The dress came off. Laura was tasty. Karen was looking like she was a little flustered.

“Nick, tell me this isn’t wrong,” Karen said. Uh oh, she was starting to panic. The beer must be wearing off.

“Sweetheart, this is okay. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing. I promise. Laura, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Actually,” Laura replied, “I prefer dancing for women. They’re a lot safer and I can let myself go a lot more. I’d like to keep dancing for you for awhile, if you’ll let me.”

Karen took a deep breath. Then she said, “Please continue.”

I headed back to the ATM, retrieved another $220, and then stopped by the bar for a beer for Karen and 5 more dances before returning to the table.

When I returned to my seat, I noticed that they talked a lot during the parts of the dances where Laura was in close to Karen. They both seemed to be having a great time. We were into the fourth of the first five dances. I excused myself and went back to the ATM. I retrieved another $400 and paid for an additional 10 dance tickets. This was becoming an expensive night, but it was already worth the cost. I got back to the booth just as the song was ending. I handed the tickets to Laura.

"Wow! How many is this?" Laura asked. Karen looked at me expectantly.

"Fifteen."

Karen's smile said it all: she was having the time of her life. She had broken through her barriers of feeling weird about getting close to another woman in a sexual way. She didn't feel like a lesbian, she didn't feel dirty (well, not in a bad way, anyway), she didn't feel like a bad person; she was spending quality time very near a very hot naked chick that she found sexually attractive, and she liked it. Better yet, I was being supportive to the point of buying her additional time with her stripper. She had let her guard down and there were no repercussions. She was happy. I could see that she was fully recovered from her little brush with apprehension and was now totally relaxed and into the whole event.

Laura asked if she could sit one out to rest and have something to drink. We agreed. She left to get some water and returned to chat with us during the break. Actually, she chatted mostly with Karen. It didn't seem like the standard chat that strippers have with their male clientele; it seemed more like to women chatting about things they have in common. Laura and Karen found many similar interests. They chatted like friends for about 15 minutes. I watched them bond and let my eyes wander around the room. Other strippers were doing their private dances too. They were cute to varying degrees, but Karen had chosen well. She had the best looking girl in the place.

I caught the end of something in the conversation.

"Really?" Karen asked.

"Sure. I'll show you how. I'll be okay. We have that discretion available to us here." Laura answered.

What'd I miss? I decided to let it go. Laura finished off her water as the song ended. We still had 14 dances to go, so I wasn't going anywhere soon. I settled into my chair.

The next song started, and Laura started grooving. The difference this time is that she never broke eye contact with Karen. I thought that was interesting. These two were staring directly into each other’s eyes. Laura was grooving, and Karen was mesmerized.

Laura was standing directly in front of Karen. She slowly leaned down and parted Karen's legs. Karen gasped a little. Laura slid herself between Karen's thighs and kept dancing slowly. Then she leaned over and put her face less than an inch from the side of Karen's neck. Karen was breathing heavily now. Laura was really getting to her. I saw Karen nod slowly. With that, Laura kneeled down between Karen's legs. She lightly ran her fingernails up the top of Karen's legs and under her dress. She pulled the skirt up so that Karen's naughty little thong was showing. Laura ran her fingers over the fabric, then away and up the center of Karen's stomach, over the dress and up to Karen's neck, then chin, then lips. Karen sucked one of Laura's fingers briefly, eyes closed. Laura gasped at that. I wondered what it took to make a stripper gasp. Karen apparently had just learned.

Previously in my life, I had been to topless and nude strip clubs about 30 times total. In all of those times combined, I had received about 250 or so lap dances or table dances. In only one of those cases did I ever get even a little hard. The only time I actually got hard was the first time I had a nude lap dance. I was 19, she was 22 and expensive-porn-star quality (I still believe that). Other than that, I never got hard; horny, yes, but never hard. This was actually arousing me: watching my wife with this hot little number she had picked out. Karen was totally into it now. There was no more dancer/customer thing going on; this was two women enjoying each other and not caring what anyone else thought. It was the hottest, most sensual thing I had ever witnessed. I had to covertly shift my swelling cock in my pants so I had enough room to expand.

I don’t know how many dances they had completed… I lost count. I was just watching the show. Laura stopped again for a break (and to give Karen a chance to catch her breath), but she didn’t leave the table this time. Laura and Karen kept on talking during the break. I just sat there and watched them talk. I sat there and watched my gorgeous wife have a conversation with a hot little naked stripper. They talked about normal everyday stuff. Karen asked Laura what being a stripper was like and Laura explained that it was actually pretty cool. Laura asked Karen what she did for a living, and they talked about that for a while. They talked about hobbies, movies, books, etc. They seemed to have pretty similar interests.

The break was over. Laura said something about making the last four dances memorable. Karen just smiled.

When the music started again, the two women made no attempts to pretend they weren’t really touching and exploring each other. Karen was running her hands all over Laura as she danced. She explored every curve with her hands and fingers. Laura, for her part, had hiked Karen’s dress up to just below her breasts and was alternating between rubbing her nipples against Karen’s face and breasts and then kneeling between Karen’s legs and exploring with fingers and tongue what was under Karen’s thong. Whenever she did this, Karen just closed her eyes and laid her head back. More than once, Laura made Karen start grinding.

That continued for two more songs.

For the last song, Laura sat down on Karen’s lap, straddling her. Then she leaned back against Karen, took Karen’s hands in her own, and used Karen’s hands to explore herself. She rubbed Karen’s hands over her entire front; breasts, stomach, legs, thighs, and eventually, she started masturbating with Karen’s fingers. The whole time, Karen had her eyes closed and was smiling. Laura had her head laid back on Karen’s shoulder with her eyes closed. They were talking to each other in soft tones, but I could hear the occasional “do you like that?” and “oh baby, I like how that feels”. They were just murmuring loving comments to each other.

Then disaster struck: the music ended. Our $700+ night of Karen’s dreams (and mine!) had ended.

Both women were breathing really hard, and just before getting up, Laura brought Karen’s hands up to her face so they could both lick the Laura’s wetness off their fingers. I was at full staff, and my jeans were really restrictive right then. I knew I could wait to get back to the hotel to get mine, but still, I was uncomfortable.

Laura stood up and helped Karen up. They were talking again like long-lost friends while Laura got dressed.

“So, when am I going to see you again?” Laura asked Karen.

“Next time we’re in town, we will definitely schedule a night to be here,” Karen answered enthusiastically. “I just wish tonight wasn’t over. I was having a great time. This has been such a blast, and you are so pretty and you are so nice.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” Laura answered. “I wish we could keep dancing together more, too.”

Then time stopped for me. I saw a look pass between them for what seemed to be an eternity, but it was probably no more than a second.

“What hotel are you staying at?” Laura asked.

Karen told her, then swallowed hard and opened her mouth to speak. I knew what she was about to ask, but Laura cut her off.

“Look,” Laura interrupted, “I don’t date the customers. I’m not a ‘working girl’. But, I really had fun with you, and I’d like to have more fun. I get off work at 2:00 a.m. Would it be okay if I come to the hotel and we keep playing? I don’t mean for money, I mean just you and I. You wanna?”

“16384,” Karen answered.

“What?” Laura asked.

“We’re in room 16384,” Karen explained. “When you get there, just call up on a house phone and I’ll come down and get you. Security won’t let you up the elevators without a room key.”

“Great,” Laura grinned. “Uh, your husband won’t mind, will he?”

They both looked at me. I actually think Karen forgot about me for a second until Laura reminded her.

“All I ask is that I get to stay in the room,” I answered. “I’ll leave you two alone, but if you two get to have your fun, just let me watch… that’s all I ask.”

“Well, permission has been granted,” Karen answered to Laura. “What time is it now?”

“About 12:30,” Laura answered. “Are you guys leaving now, or do you want to stay around until then?”

“Nope,” Karen responded. “We’re going to go back to the hotel to get the room ready. So, we should see you around 2:30, right?”

“Definitely!” Laura beamed.

Laura and Karen hugged for a few seconds, then Karen and I made our way back out to the street and grabbed a taxi. The driver and I discussing the various tourist traps around town punctuated the ride back to the hotel. Karen was silent with her internal fire.

We got back to the hotel at about 1:00 a.m. We stopped at one of the shops in the hotel on the way back to the room and got some candles (12 of them!) and lavender bath salts; those are Karen’s favorite. Then we made our way back to the room.

“Nick, you set up the candles,” Karen directed. Don’t light them yet; just position them around the jacuzzi. I’m going to take a shower and freshen up and get the smoke off me from the club.”

“Don’t you want to wait until Laura gets here, then you both can shower?” I suggested.

She mulled that over for a few seconds, then decided. “No, I want to be totally ready. If she wants to shower off when she gets here, I’ll join her for that.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

While Karen went in and readied herself for her second girl-girl encounter of her life, I started getting the room ready. Many thoughts went through my head: should I check the in-room porno menu in case they decide they want to have something on and that way I’ll be ready to just start something immediately; should I make the bed or unmake the bed; should I turn the air conditioning colder or warmer; in a previous life, was I a guy who was really nice to a lot of people but never once got to have sex and was this the universe and fate making amends for that oversight?

Things like that.

I checked the in-room porno menu. Some possibilities, but if those titles were anything like what I had experienced in this hotel before, they show about the first third of the wet scenes, and just when they start to really heat up, they cut to the next dialog scene, which I hate. I made the bed. I unmade the bed. I remade the bed. I decided on turning the air conditioner off. Karen hated being cold, and if she got too hot, she’d ask me to turn it back on. Then I realized there was one more thing we needed from the little store down stairs: if I was going to be watching these two minxes for a while, I’d need a little lubrication for myself. I went into the bathroom and told Karen I was running back downstairs for water and that I’d be right back. I went down to the store and bought myself 6 bottles of water (I knew I’d get cotton mouth watching my live in-room entertainment) and a small bottle of baby oil (to avoid friction burns while watching my live in-room entertainment). I signed the slip to charge it to my room and headed back to the elevator.

“Nick, what time is it?” Karen was getting nervous, and she hadn’t had any beer in over 4 hours. Her buzz was almost gone, and she was starting to have problems pushing back the worry of what-if.

“2:15 baby,” I answered. “You almost ready?”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

I headed in to check on her. She was standing naked in the bathroom. Her hair was done, her makeup was great, her nails were dry, and I noticed that she had shaved the remaining little strip of pubic hair that was left from her Brazilian wax the week before.

I walked over and held her.

“You shaved,” I pointed out.

“Yes,” she answered. “Her tongue felt so good that I decided I didn’t want anything in the way. Is that weird?”

“No, baby,” I reassured. “It’s great. How did Laura have hers?”

“Bare,” Karen confirmed my memory.

She was trembling.

“Nervous?” I asked.

“Yes. What if this doesn’t happen? What if it gets too weird? Is this wrong?” Karen was losing her grip.

“Baby, think about this,” I had to think quickly to help her recover her composure. “How did it feel when you two were enjoying those last couple of dances?”

“Really good,” she breathed. “Really, really good.”

“Did you like touching her?”

“Yes, Nick, I did. A lot.”

“And, did you like it when she was touching you?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“And, Karen, did you like how she tasted when you two were licking her wetness off your fingers?”

That got her.

“Yes, Nick, I did. And I want to taste her again.”

“Good girl. Now, stop worrying about anything being weird. Enjoy this. She doesn’t think it’s weird, I don’t think it’s weird, and you shouldn’t. If you worry about it, it’ll detract from your enjoyment of it.”

“But what about you?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I wasn’t sure where she was going with that, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t go the wrong direction with it and screw it up for both of us.

“Well, if Laura and I are enjoying each other, what are you going to do?” she explained. “I don’t want you to have sex with her; I just want to. But I know you’re going to get totally horny watching us, so it isn’t fair to you for both those reasons.”

“Kitten, I already figured you were worrying about that,” I soothed. “Remember when I went downstairs for water? I also got this.” I showed her the bottle of baby oil. “Actually I went downstairs for this; the water was an excuse. And remember, at the club, all I asked was that I get to watch you two? You did agree to that.”

Karen smiled finally. A big relieved smile. Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Okay baby,” her worried tone was all gone. “If you are prepared to just watch us, then I’m prepared to not worry about anything. I’m going to just do this and enjoy myself. No worries, no inhibitions. I’m going to try all the things with her that I’ve wanted to do for a long time. And, hopefully, she’ll do some things to me that I haven’t thought of yet.”

“You enjoy yourself for as long as you need,” I answered. “If I get tired, I’ll go in on the sofa and sleep. If you two are still at it or want to continue in the morning, I’ll just watch more. You concentrate on your event, and I’ll concentrate on mine.”

“Okay,” she decided. “Help me decide what to wear. Oh, and one other thing: I love you. You are so supportive and I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetie,” I pointed out. “But my reasons for being supportive of this are not entirely unselfish.”

She grinned at that. “I know. You’re also a well-hung perv who wants to watch his wife go down on another woman, but I’m okay with that.”

I hugged her for a few seconds. She was trembling a little. It was anticipation now, not nerves.

“Put on that little black cocktail dress you brought,” I suggested, releasing the hug. “Oh, and no underwear. And the black heels, too.”

“By your command,” she teased, and headed off to the closet for her clothes.

Yep, it was going to be a good vacation. We hadn’t even been here 24 hours yet, and this was already the hottest night we’d had together. We still had 2 nights left.

It was 2:40 a.m. Karen was pacing the room. The beer had long-since worn off, and she didn’t want any more because she wanted to remember this night clearly. I wasn’t about to argue with her. We chatted about various stuff. I was just trying to keep her mind off of the impending licking she was going to get.

The phone rang. I glanced at the clock beside it as I picked up the receiver. It was 2:42. Karen startled as the phone rang and gave a little squeak.

“Hello,” I said into the phone.

“Um, hi,” the female voice at the other end said. It sounded like Laura. I was really glad to get the call. “May I talk to Karen?”

“Absolutely,” I responded, and handed the receiver to Karen.

“Hi,” Karen started tentatively. I heard her side only. “Yes… I am, too… great!… where are you?… okay, just stay there, and I’ll be right down… I know… yes, it will… okay, bye.” Then, to me: “She’s at the front desk.”

“Want me to go with you?” I asked.

“No,” she answered. “I want to do this myself. You just be here when we get back up. You can start filling the jacuzzi for us.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

With that, she grabbed her room key, checked herself in the mirror once more, put on a totally confident façade, and headed out to the elevator.

I headed over to the jacuzzi and started the water. I knew she liked her jacuzzi hot, so I made it as hot as I could stand. I called the temperature “human soup”. She called it “just right”. Whatever; I wasn’t going to be in it. Then I poured in some of her lavender bath salts. The steam started to smell right. I lit the candles, flushed the matches, moved a sofa to a comfortable viewing position of the bed and jacuzzi, grabbed a hand towel and my baby oil, and sat down.

The 15 minutes it took for her to get to the front desk and back with her date were the longest 15 minutes of my life. A thousand different scenarios went through my mind about what was taking so long, and none of them ended with me watching them pleasure each other. Realistically, it was just a long walk from our room to the front desk and back. I got up and shut off the water flow into the jacuzzi and started the pumps. Then I sat back down.

FINALLY, I heard the key card slide into the door. As the door opened, I heard them chatting like old friends. Karen had to be getting a lot more comfortable with this, because none of the earlier panic was in her voice, and the façade of confidence had been replaced with a genuine look of confidence.

“Laura, you remember my husband, Nick,” Karen introduced us again.

“Yes, I do,” Laura said, offering a handshake. Her hand was trembling. That surprised me a little.

“Hi again, Laura,” I said. She looked about the same as she did in the club before she got naked. She was wearing a different dress, but it was still short and showed a lot of shoulder. She actually looked a little nervous. It seemed incongruous, but that was my observation.

“Sweetie! You lit the candles,” Karen observed.

“Yeah, right after I started the jacuzzi filling,” I pointed out.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, then Karen broke it.

“Laura, I don’t know how else to start this off, because I’ve never done this sober before, and it’s been a really long time since the one other time I did this, and it was almost accidental then,” Karen was nervous again. “So, I’ll just ask this: where do we start?”

“I don’t know,” Laura answered. “I’ve never done this before at all, so I was hoping you’d know.”

Karen’s face lit up. “So, you’re nervous, too?!?”

“Extremely nervous,” Laura answered. Then they both started laughing. The tension was gone, and now they were both going to be okay. Karen relaxed visibly, and so did Laura.

“Nick, can you please get us some water?” Karen asked. “My mouth is really dry.”

“Would you like some, too, Laura,” I asked.

“Definitely,” Laura answered.

I walked to the fridge and got out two 1-liter bottles of water and handed one to each woman.

They both took a long drink. They seemed better.

“Well,” suggested Karen, “let’s just get in the hot tub and talk for awhile. Let’s don’t rush this.”

“Sounds great,” Laura replied.

With that, Karen unstrapped her heels and slid them off. Laura stepped out of her shoes. Karen hesitated for a second, then slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled it up over her head. I heard a small gasp escape from Laura. That clearly excited Karen. Then it was Laura’s turn. She took a step towards Karen and lifted her dress over her shoulders. She had also decided to not wear underwear. Karen took in Laura’s entire body with her eyes. She was pleased. I took in the whole scene. I was pleased. These two women were hot. After 10 years of being married, my wife still causes lust in me like she did when I was 15 and trying to get her in bed for the first time. Sitting here, watching my wife stand naked next to her girlfriend was as inspiring as few things had ever been for me.

Karen took Laura’s hand and led her into the jacuzzi. They both ooh’ed and aah’ed at the hot water jetting onto their bodies in the tub. I just sat and watched.

“Nick,” Karen broke the spell. “We forgot our water. Can you bring it to us, please?”

I just got up, grabbed the water, and handed it to them. I stood there for a few seconds watching them.

“Now, go away baby,” Karen half-joked. I dutifully returned to the sofa.

They sat in the jacuzzi chatting and enjoying the water for probably a half hour. It was a great view for me: they were sitting so I could see the upper third of their bodies. They were both sweating a little from the heat of the water, their skin was flushed, and their nipples were soft. Life was grand.

Their conversation eventually moved to sex. They started talking about the hottest sex they’d ever had. I was glad I was in Karen’s list on that one. They both agreed that they really enjoyed a good stiff one every now and then (Karen used the word “often”, so I felt better about that). Then they started talking about when they noticed that they were also attracted to women. They talked about that for quite a while. They were killing me. I wanted to stand up and scream “Get to the pussy eating!!!”, but this was their time, and I’d have to wait. They both had some trepidation to work through, and they were being outstanding therapists for each other on this.

They finally seemed to get through the remaining fears. There was a lull in the conversation and they both just seemed to be sitting there relaxing further.

“Hey, did you shave your pubes?” Laura asked.

“Yeah,” Karen giggled. “Right after we got back tonight when I took a shower.”

“Why?” Laura quizzed.

“Well,” Karen explained, “Your tongue felt really good on the parts of me that didn’t have hair, so I figured I’d shave the rest off so there’d be nothing in the way when we do that again later.”

“So,” Laura summarized with a grin, “you were expecting to get my face in your pussy tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” Karen answered with a laugh. They both laughed.

“Okay,” Laura said, standing up. “Let’s get this show on the road. I am furiously horny, and I can’t wait any longer.”

“Okay!” Karen agreed. With that, she stood up, opened the drain on the jacuzzi, and grabbed a towel. She started gently rubbing Laura with the towel, making sure she didn’t miss any spots. Laura closed her eyes while Karen did her thing. When Karen was finished toweling of Laura, she handed another towel to Laura, who returned the favor… slowly. I was hard.

When Laura finished drying Karen off, Karen took the towel away and dropped it on the floor. Then she stepped close to Laura, and kissed her lightly. Laura slid her hand around to the small of Karen’s back and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. I saw their lips open and their tongues start to explore each other’s mouths. Karen put her arms around Laura’s neck and pulled her closer. The sight of their bodies pressed together, kissing, caressing, was more than I could stand. I slid down my shorts and dribbled some oil onto my cock, then started stroking slowly. I knew I wouldn’t last as long as they did, but I figured they’d still be going at it when I recharged, so …

The ladies finally broke their kiss. Karen turned and stepped out of the jacuzzi, and offered Laura a hand to step out. Laura took it and followed Karen to the bed. Karen pulled back the covers and laid down, inviting Laura to join her. Laura laid down next to Karen on the bed, and they started lightly exploring each other again, this time more slowly and with more tenderness than when they did it at the club.

They touched each other and kissed for quite awhile. Eventually, the passion between them escalated, and the kisses became deeper and longer, their light gentle touches became more exploratory and arousing.

Karen raised up on an arm and eased Laura onto her back. Laura didn’t fight. She laid back and let Karen start her exploration in earnest.

Karen started by kissing her way around Laura’s neck and face. Then she moved slowly down to Laura’s shoulders. She eventually moved to Laura’s breasts and nipples, where she lingered only momentarily before continuing to explore the rest of Laura’s body. Arms, hands, fingers, sides… she tasted and kissed everywhere. The entire time, Laura was caressing Karen and herself lightly.

I made a life-changing observation as I watched these two ladies: porno’s are bullshit. Porno’s are scripted and edited and acted. Whether a guy wants to believe that watching a girl-girl wet scene in a porno is real, it isn’t. The scene is designed for one purpose: to get the viewer off, not the actresses. As I watched the women in front of me I noted that they were in no hurry, and there wasn’t the dirty talk that you normally hear in a porno. They took their time, they explored, they murmured, they tasted, they touched. They didn’t yell dirty exclamations at each other, or rush it, or jump from one position to another on the whim of the director. Oh yeah, and there was no really bad music. The only sound was from them, and it was soft, innocent, and pure.

Karen did eventually make her way to between Laura’s thighs. She took her time getting there, and it was probably as tantalizing for me as it was for Laura. I couldn’t see from my perspective exactly how Karen explored Laura’s little secrets, but it was really working for Laura. Her head was back, her eyes closed, and her hands caressed her body and Karen’s face. As Karen continued enjoying her evening, Laura’s hips eventually started grinding more and more against Karen’s fingers and mouth. After a few minutes of serious gyrations and grinding, she gasped hard and gripped Karen’s head as she leaned up and forward, bringing her shoulders up off the bed and rode through her first orgasm from another woman. As she calmed down, she released her hold on Karen and laid back on the bed again. Karen lifted her head up, and I could see that her face was wet and glistening. That was all for me. I spilled my excitement into the towel, then wrapped a dry part around the softening shaft and continued to watch the show. Karen ignored me and slid back up Laura. I didn’t mind the snub. They kissed for a long time while caressing each other.

Eventually, they stopped kissing and just cuddled. Then Karen rolled over and asked me to bring them their water. I removed the towel, pulled my shorts back on, and headed for the water bottles.

“Did you make a mess?” Karen asked me.

“In the towel, I did,” I answered.

I brought them their water, then leaned down and gave Karen a light kiss on the shoulder.

“Are you two having fun?” I asked. They both answered enthusiastically in the affirmative.

They sat up and propped some pillows against the headboard, then leaned back to rest and have some water. They chatted again during their break. As I looked beyond them at the window, I realized two things: 1) the sun was starting to come up, which made me look at the clock (5:14 a.m. already?!?), and 2) if anyone in the hotel across from us happened to be looking through their window, they’d be getting the same outstanding show I was; we’d forgotten to close the blinds.

“Uh, ladies, I just realized that we’ve had the blinds open all night,” I warned. They both looked a little shocked for a second. Then they looked at each other and grinned. Apparently, it was decided.

“I’m okay with that,” Laura answered.

“Yeah, me too,” Karen added.

So, it was settled. They were going to continue to play with the show exposed to the world. Maybe that would add something to it, maybe not, but they didn’t seem to care. The windows were mirrored from the outside in the daylight, and since the sun would be up in less than an hour and a half, it wouldn’t matter again until that night (if they were still at it by night (a guy could hope…)).

Laura hopped out of the bed. Karen looked at her.

“Must pee,” Laura explained.

“Okay,” Karen authorized.

Laura headed off to the bathroom.

“Having fun, kitten?” I asked.

“Nick, this is the best night of my life,” Karen gushed. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I am absolutely loving this, and I want you to have fun too, and be okay with it.”

“I am having more fun than you are, sweetie,” I soothed. “Just don’t worry about me. I’m getting mine. You just concentrate on getting yours the way you want it. I am totally okay with this.”

Karen seemed to be good with that. She rubbed her legs, shifted her position of the bed, stretched, and took another sip of water.

Laura returned.

“Hey chick,” Karen greeted.

“Hey yourself,” Laura responded and smiled. And with that, she dropped herself down on the bed on her stomach, playfully sidled up between Karen’s legs, and planted a kiss on each inner thigh. Karen let out a little squeak of surprise, and then opened her legs farther to give Laura better access. Laura raised up and kissed Karen passionately, then returned to her first exploration of another woman.

Laura was apparently really good, or Karen was really hot, or both. Karen was grinding almost immediately, but Laura was taking her time. Karen alternated between watching what Laura was doing, then closing her eyes and leaning her head back to enjoy the sensations. Laura tasted, touched, and explored with a deliberate curiosity.

At the angle they were at to me, I was again denied the pleasure of seeing in detail what Laura was doing to Karen, but the results were a sight to behold. The sounds of pleasure Karen were making started small and intermittent, then grew to constant sighs and coo’s and the occasional gasp.

After one of Karen’s particularly passionate gasps, Laura lifted her head up from Karen’s pussy and looked around the room, searching for something.

“What?” asked Karen.

“Do you have any oil?” Laura answered with her own question. “Like, baby oil or massage oil or love oil?”

“Yeah,” I answered for Karen. “I’ve got a bottle of baby oil right here that I’m using.”

“May I have a little?” Laura asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “I’m plenty slippery right now. Go ahead and take the bottle over there.”

Laura jumped up off the bed and walked over to me. I handed her the bottle, and she returned to Karen.

“Your husband has a nice cock,” she told Karen.

“Yup, he sure does,” Karen agreed. “That’s why I’m enjoying this so much tonight. I don’t ever want to give that up, but I really like this, too.” So, my wife liked both “flavors” of humans. I was good with that.

“Yuppers,” Laura responded. “I am really enjoying this, but I know I still enjoy guys, too. Best of both worlds here tonight. Anyway, slide down on the bed more. I want to be able to get between your thighs better.”

Karen smiled in response and slid down on the bed. As she repositioned herself on the bed, she laid diagonally across it. The result of this was that I could see everything, instead of just her profile. She was glistening.

Laura found a new comfortable position between Karen’s legs. She opened the small bottle of baby oil and dribbled some onto two of her fingers, then set the bottle down. Karen had grabbed a pillow and put it behind her head so she could watch Laura. Laura moved Karen’s legs apart wide, then slid her hands up the insides of Karen’s thighs. Karen’s breathing was getting deeper and faster now. Then, Laura slid her two fingers with the oil gently up the crack of Karen’s ass. Karen was usually pretty sensitive about having the crack of her ass touched unless she’d just gotten out of the bath, because she was afraid of germs. I’d always been supportive of that (and sometimes, I’d just go run a bath for her, then end up joining her for a little suds ‘n’ fun). I was glad they’d spent time in the hot tub before they started climbing each other, because when Laura finally touched Karen’s tight little hole, Karen gasped from pleasure, not alarm. Karen assisted Laura by spreading her legs wider and tilting her pelvis up a little more so Laura could have better access. I had a marvelous view of the entire panorama of woman-flesh. Laura slipped her finger into Karen up to the first knuckle. Karen gasped again.

“Is this okay?” Laura asked her.

“Yeah, that’s okay. I really like that,” Laura responded breathlessly. “Just don’t go any deeper than that, but I really like that.”

“Good,” smiled Laura.

Laura bent down and started licking Karen’s pussy again, this time really going at it. Karen’s hips moved up and down, as if she was having really hot, grinding sex with me. I was at full staff again myself watching these two go at it. Karen was rubbing and touching her tits, playing with her nipples, rubbing her stomach, playing with her clit, and sucking off her fingers the entire time Laura ate her.

I saw Karen’s toes curl. That was a sure sign that she was close. Then they pointed straight up and curled again. Yep, she was close. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, too. Karen’s pelvic thrusts were becoming faster, then Laura slipped two fingers into Karen’s pussy and started sliding them in and out rhythmically to match Karen’s thrusts, all the while continuing to lick and suck on Karen’s clit. Her other finger never left Karen’s bum.

The feeling of Laura’s fingers penetrating both her front and back and tongue and lips working her clit finally pushed Karen way over the edge. Her cries of pleasure continued for a long time. She held her breasts tightly while Laura continued pleasuring her through the entire duration of the orgasm. I spilled my load again on the towel. As Karen was coming down from her high, Laura stood up facing Karen, slid two fingers into her pussy and worked her clit with the other hand. She came almost immediately with a high-pitched sigh as her body shook through her second major orgasm of the night. Karen watched her the whole time, and as Laura caught her breath, Karen kneeled in front of her and gently licked Laura’s fingers clean. Laura eventually kneeled down with Karen, and they just held each other as they relaxed.

I had finished cleaning myself up, and I glanced at the window. The sun was up. That surprised me. I looked to the clock. 6:25 a.m. We had been awake for over 12 hours being horny and naughty. I loved it. This was the longest we’d ever had a sexual tryst go on.

The girls got up and laid back on the bed again, exhausted.

“So, either one of you ready for breakfast?” I asked. “The buffet is open, and it’s a good one at this hotel.”

“I am,” Karen answered.

“Yeah, I’m pretty hungry, too,” Laura responded.

“You want to join us for breakfast, Laura?” Karen invited.

“Sure,” Laura agreed.

“We need to shower first, though,” Karen recommended.

“How about if you two shower first, since chicks take longer than guys to get ready, then while you two are getting dolled up, I’ll shower and get dressed,” I suggested.

The agreed and headed off to the bathroom. I laid back on the sofa and rested. They’d be a little while, I knew, and I was tired. I could hear them talking and laughing over the shower. They were both having a great time. I was glad Karen was enjoying herself. I dozed. I heard the shower turn off through the haze of my nap. They were still talking and having a good time. They still talked like they had known each other forever. I decided that they’d probably remain friends long after our vacation was over. That was good; that way I’d get to watch this again hopefully.

The bathroom door opened.

“Your turn, baby,” Karen called.

“Okay,” I responded.

I walked into the bathroom. They were both naked with towels around their hair, both putting on various hand and face lotions, acting as if this was totally normal and happened every day. I took in the sight, then started the water going in the shower. The water was still hot from their shower, so I stepped in and slid the door closed. As I showered, I drifted in and out of listening to their ongoing conversation. They chatted about what Karen does for a living, how Laura liked her job; Karen had many questions about day-to-day life working as a stripper. Laura sounded like she really enjoyed it. Karen sounded like she’d like to try an amateur night sometime. That was good to know (though she hasn’t done it yet, she still talks about it). I finished my shower, turned off the water and slid the door open. They were still naked, but the towels were off, and they were styling their hair. They already had their makeup on.

“You two about finished primping?” I asked.

“Almost,” Karen answered, sliding a barrette into Laura’s hair. They decided it looked good, so it stayed. I finished drying off and stepped over to use the brush and hair dryer. Karen gave me a happy little kiss on the shoulder as I walked past.

As I dried my hair, I thought again how Karen had really moved past her whole “being afraid of being with another woman because it was weird or wrong” thing. Everything I had seen these two do together after the initial shyness right after they got out of the hot tub the night before had looked so totally natural. I decided right then that people who think women being with women were just self-repressed and missing out terribly on life.

The women had already gone out into the bedroom to get dressed. I finished drying my hair and brushed my teeth, and headed out, too. I found them to both be almost dressed, but I noticed that Laura was wearing some of Karen’s clothes. Karen caught my curious look.

“She didn’t have any other clothes than what she came from work in last night,” Karen explained. “So, since she’s my size anyway, I’m letting her wear some of mine. We’re going to go to her place after breakfast to let her change.”

“Okay,” I agreed. They were both going? I let it go for the moment. We headed down to the buffet.

The girls continued their life-long friends conversation through breakfast, this time including me. Eventually Karen asked Laura what time she had to work that night. Laura responded that she had Wednesday and Thursday nights off. Karen got a twinkle in her eye and playfully asked Laura if she wanted to stay with us for the rest of the time we were there (we were leaving early Friday afternoon to go home). Laura liked the idea. They both looked at me to see if I was okay with the idea (not that it mattered). Obviously, I was not opposed.

We eventually finished our breakfast and headed back up to the room. Karen and Laura got their purses and took of to Laura’s apartment to get some of her stuff for the next couple days. I got undressed and went to bed.

Karen woke me up with a kiss when they got back. I stretched and looked at the clock. It was just after one in the afternoon.

“Where have you two been?” I asked.

“We went shopping at the store that Laura buys her lingerie from,” Karen explained. “I wanted to get a couple of new outfits for you. Now, get dressed so we can go get some lunch.”

“Cool,” I answered. The hotel we stay at every time we go to that resort town on vacation has an outstanding buffet for all three meals. It makes us sound a little boring sometimes, but we eat at that buffet for most of the meals. Lunch that day was no different; we headed off to the buffet.

After lunch, Karen and Laura headed over to the liquor store for beer, and I headed to the casino to play some blackjack. I sat down at the table that psychically promised to pay me a lot. Several hands later (and what turned out to be several hours later, too), I took my pile of chips and headed off for the cashier cage to cash out. The table hadn’t lied to me. After cashing out, I pocketed the $825 and headed back to the room. I love blackjack. Sometimes I hate it, but that afternoon I loved it.

I walked into the room to find the girls in the hot tub again sipping their beers, talking, playing with the bubbles that the tub had created with the help of the jets and the bubble bath they’d poured in. They had lit the candles again and were very relaxed. It was dark outside, and I noticed they had the modesty to close the blinds on the window this time.

“Hey babes,” I greeted.

“Hey sweetie,” Karen answered. “How was blackjack?”

“The usual,” I lied. “I walked away with a pile of cash.”

“How much?” Karen inquired.

“Eight and a quarter.”

“So, you lost money,” Karen scolded.

“No, I made $805… I started with $20,” I argued.

“Wow!” Karen replied, excited now. “I thought you meant you had $8.25, not $825! Cool!”

“Wow, great job!” Laura added.

“Thanks,” I finished. “So, what are you two up to?”

“Well,” Karen explained, “Laura is going to stay with us until we leave on Friday morning so she and I can play more.” I had noticed a gym bag on the bed that I didn’t recognize, and figured out now that it was Laura’s stuff.

“I’m okay with that,” I answered. “However, at least once this trip I would like to have one romp with you. That is, if Laura is willing to sit one out.”

“Sure,” Laura answered, “but I’d like to watch, if that’s okay. I do like watching regular sex too, you know.” I looked at Karen, who was smiling big.

“Yes, you can watch,” Karen answered to Laura. Then to me she recommended, “You should get undressed now, too.”

“Why?” I asked. Something they were planning, maybe?

“Because,” Karen explained, “we are spending most of our time in this room naked, so you might as well, too.”

I started getting undressed. They went on talking and soaking in the jacuzzi. I re-established myself in my favorite viewing position on the sofa and resumed watching the two women. I was hard again. Eventually, Karen glanced over and saw me watching them.

“Are you just going to watch us the entire trip?” she asked me.

“Well, yes,” I replied.

“We’re going to be here a while,” Karen answered. “You should order a movie. Tell me what’s on.”

I got up and grabbed the remote, thumbing the ON button. The menu came on, and I started reading the genre’s to her.

“Let see,” I surveyed the list. “We have New Releases, Action, Comedy…”

“Adult,” Karen interrupted.

“Okay,” I answered, selecting the Adult listing. The screen blanked for a second, then the different categories of the adult movies displayed.

“Okay,” I read to them. “Orgy, Anal, Hardcore, All-Girl, and Softcore.” I waited for them to decide, thinking the whole time “please say ‘all-girl’, please say ‘all-girl’…”. They decided.

“Hardcore,” Laura answered. Oh well, maybe it would heat things up a little more if they saw some more cocks, so what the hell. I selected the Hardcore item. The screen again blanked then displayed 10 or so titles. I read off the titles, and the girls selected a title that sounded promising; something about naughty coeds who gang up on unsuspecting college guys and enslave them with sex. It was actually pretty hot… I hope I can remember the title some day so I can buy it.

I selected the movie, and it started. Karen opened the drain on the hot tub, and they both stood up and started drying off. Eventually, they took their beer, propped some pillows on the bed, and sat back to watch the movie. I changed my angle on the sofa so I could see the movie and the girls. I was still stiff, and Karen noticed it.

“Baby, let me take care of that,” Karen said, and walked over to me.

“Watcha got in mind?” I asked.

She knelt between my legs and moved my hand away from my hard-on. Then she took it in both hands and started stroking it very slowly. My wife gives exquisite hand jobs and blowjobs. Her lips are very soft, and she has an expert tongue. Actually, when giving a blowjob, she gives a hand job at the same time, so by the time I lose control, it’s always earth shattering. In fact, I have never received a blowjob or hand job from her and not been surprised at the intensity of the orgasm. This blowjob was no different, except that this time, we had the porno on (and there were two co-ed’s working one guy, one sitting on his cock and the other on his face and kissing each other) and Laura was on the bed alternating between watching the movie and watching us. She had her fingers between her legs and was enjoying herself.

Sometimes, when Karen is sucking me off, she’ll swallow it, and sometimes she lets it spill all over her hands. Either way, I like it, and she knows it. I don’t know when she makes the actual decision, but right at the point when I lose control is when she’ll take her mouth off if we are going to watch me come. Since Karen was playing to her audience a little, she removed her mouth a few strokes early and continued pumping me excruciatingly slowly with her hands. That normally makes me come harder anyway. I felt the spasms rock my hips and I pumped her hands. The come spurted out several times, running down over her hands and my balls.

After making a mess with me, Karen needed some attention. She walked over to the bed where Laura was. Laura was still working away at herself, making little juicy sounds with her fingers.

“Can I get out the toys?” she asked Laura. What toys? We hadn’t brought any.

“Sure,” Laura answered between deep breaths. She must have been getting close, because her hips were thrusting a lot and she was getting flushed on her face, shoulders, and tits. Karen bent down and kissed her long and hard.

They played with each other’s tongues for a few seconds, then Karen broke the kiss and opened up Laura’s bag. She pulled out a vibrator that looked to be about 8 inches or so long, and looked like it probably ran on “D” cell batteries. Then, she pulled out a cock-shaped sleeve that fit over it. Karen slid the cock sleeve over the vibrator, then turned the base. A distinct buzzing sound came from it. She turned the knob all the way, and the buzzing increased in pitch and volume. Then Karen sucked the vibrating cock into her mouth for a second to get it wet. It must have been really powerful, because the vibrations made her sneeze. Karen and Laura both thought that was funny and laughed for a second. Then Laura used her fingers to open her pussy up just a little and showed it to Karen. Karen responded by sliding the tip of the vibrator up and down the outside of Laura’s labia, teasing her clit. Finally, Karen slowly slid it into Laura. Laura groaned and pushed against it to take it deeper.

Karen worked the vibrator in and out slowly with deep strokes, not giving Laura a chance to catch her breath. Laura ground her hips against Karen’s hands and the vibrator, while exploring her entire body with her hands, and moaning loudly. I figured the motor in that toy must be a pretty powerful one, because Laura really seemed to get off on it hard. Then, she got off hard. Laura thrusted her hips up and held them there, all the while gasping and clawing at the blanket on the bed. Karen held it buried deep in Laura with one hand and licked her clit until Laura has finished her orgasm. Karen’s other hand was rubbing her own pussy. She was really horny now. As Laura finished her climax, Karen removed the still vibrating tool from Laura and walked over to a chair near the bed. She sat down on the edge of it and slid the vibrator deep inside herself with both hands, working it in and out even slower than she had on Laura. Laura crawled on her hands and knees up between Karen’s legs and started running her tongue around Karen’s pussy, spending a lot of time on her clit.

It didn’t take Karen long to finish herself after having made me then Laura come really hard. She gasped and bounced through her finale, then slid the vibrator out and turned it off. Laura started licking it, and Karen joined her until it was clean.

They both stopped to rest and snuggle again. Laura moved back to the bed and laid down, then Karen joined her. They touched each other a little, and chatted quietly. I got up and finished cleaning myself off.

“So,” I asked, “where’d the vibrator come from?”

“It’s mine,” Laura answered. Okay.

“When we were at Laura’s house getting her stuff,” Karen explained, “we decided that some toys would be fun. Since you and I didn’t bring any, she volunteered hers.” This had promise.

“What else did you bring over?” I was curious.

“You’ll probably see them all eventually today or tomorrow,” Karen answered, “so wait and see.”

“Whatever,” I let it go. “So, I’m ready for dinner. Anyone else?” The women were both hungry; for food, too. They kissed again for a few seconds, then hopped up and got dressed. It was a good thing that Karen didn’t have to be back to work until Monday, because she was going to need the whole weekend just to recover her sleep lost from this trip. Neither of the women showed any signs of letting up the grueling pace they had been maintaining for almost 24 hours. I was exhausted. If they kept at each other very late, I was going to end up missing watching some hot girl-girl action when I slept that night.

We got dressed and headed down to the buffet. Dinner was nice, as was the conversation. The women teased me a little during dinner by talking in explicit terms about how the last session was, including Laura’s thoughts on watching the blowjob I received and how the vibrator felt better when someone else was controlling it. I know they offended at least three people who were within earshot, and they got a couple of college guys pretty flustered who were sitting in the booth behind me. On one occasion, as I was returning from the food bar, I caught the tail end of a dialog between the college guys and the women. Apparently, the college guys were thinking they had actually scored a shot with the women until I got back and Laura told them that they were both busy with me that night. The college guys turned around and finished their meal, then left soon after. Karen and Laura grinned at each other. They were having a ball being cock-teases.

Walking back to the room, we went past one of those coin-operated photo booths. “Coin-operated” is a bit of a stretch, they’re $2 per sitting (4 pictures on a strip). They both thought it would be fun to have some pictures taken together. Karen asked me for some cash. I still had my cash wad from the gambling that afternoon, so I handed Karen a $20. They stepped into the booth and slid the curtain closed. I wandered around close to the booth looking at various uninteresting stuff while they took 10 sittings. After they were finished and had collected their pictures, they called to me, and we headed back to the room.

It was about 10:30, and I was running out of energy. I said that I needed to sleep, and asked them if they would be offended if I slept for a while. They gave me permission, and Karen told me they’d probably get some sleep soon, too. Since we had one king-size bed in the room and I didn’t want to be presumptuous, I asked Karen where she wanted me to sleep. They discussed it, and Karen gave me authorization to use one third of the bed. She indicated that she’d sleep between Laura and I. I was okay with that. I got undressed, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. I was unconscious soon.

During the night, I was awakened once by soft passionate whispers and moans and some movement. I opened my eyes to see if the sun was up yet. It was still dark outside and was too dark in the room to see anything, so I kept my breathing even and let them have their time together without me. It got me hard again, but I was too tired to participate and it was too dark to watch. I must have been really tired, because I only vaguely remember hearing them finish.

We woke up around 10:00 Thursday morning. The cleaning person knocking on the door was what did it. Fortunately, I had thrown the deadbolt, so we didn’t get an unannounced visitor, but it jolted us a little. After asking through the door for then to come back later, I headed for the bathroom. Twelve hours of holding it had my bladder sore. I finished up, brushed my teeth and headed back into the room. I opened the blinds and got muffled complaints from the women. Once they realized that I was dealing with the cleaner, they snuggled back down and tried to go back to sleep.

“Are you two going to sleep much longer if I leave you alone?” I asked.

“Yup,” Karen grunted in response.

“Okay,” I decided, “I’m going to go get some food and play a little more blackjack. Have me paged in the casino if you need me to return before I’m ready to.”

Karen grunted again. I showered and got dressed. On my way out the door, I remembered the cleaning person who was due back soon.

“Baby, come lock the deadbolt behind me,” I recommended to Karen. She got up and staggered to the door, hiding behind it as I went out. I planted a kiss on her cheek, grabbed the “Do Not Disturb” door hanger, and walked out, pulling the door shut behind me. I heard Karen throw the deadbolt as I slipped the hanger on the doorknob.

I grabbed lunch at a burger grill in the hotel. I was starting to tire of the buffet. Then I headed to the casino, where tragedy befell me. My favorite blackjack table was unmanned, so I started looking for another one that would fit my needs. I hoped I’d find another seductive one like I had the previous day. I found another one that spoke to me, but this time it was saying something like “hey, leave your money here”. I tried it anyway. I usually only take $20 cash with me to the tables. As I win, anything over $100 on the table goes into my pocket. When the money on the table is gone, I know it’s time to walk away. I never got more than $100 on the table, but I was able to play a lot of hands, so it was an okay time. All tolled, I lost $20.

I left the table and headed for a house phone to call up to the room to see if the women were awake. It’d been a couple of hours since I came down, and I figured they should be up by now. Well, at least they should be awake by now, whether or not they’d gotten out of bed was another question. Based on their apparent inability to keep their hands off each other for more than an hour the entire time I’d seen them together this week, I figured they would probably be in the middle of it again (and I was missing another show).

Karen answered after the first ring. She sounded awake and alert.

“So, watcha doin’?” I asked.

“We just finished showering,” Karen explained, “and I was going to page you in a few minutes. We are hungry, and we shall eat now.”

“Okay,” I agreed, “where do you want to meet?”

“Bottom of the elevator,” she directed. “We’re heading down now.”

I blew her a phone kiss and hung up. I headed to the elevator that services our floor and waited the few minutes for them to arrive.

When the elevator doors opened, I knew they were in a mischievous mood. I could tell by the flustered men getting off the elevator in front of them, the devilish grins on the girl’s faces, and the fact that they were holding hands. They must have been really putting on a show in the elevator. I didn’t ask.

“Where to?” I inquired.

“Food,” they said in unison, with mock starvation in their voices.

“The usual?” I wondered.

“There’s a great little bagel restaurant by my apartment,” Laura volunteered. “They have outstanding breakfast sandwiches that they serve all day.”

We agreed that bagels sounded good for a change. So, we headed out to the valet stand to recover Laura’s car. The bagels were great, and I hope I can remember the name of the place next time we’re there, though I’m sure Laura will be willing to take us there again.

We got back to the hotel at about 5:30 in the afternoon. The next morning, Karen and Laura would be parting ways, and it was starting to show that they knew it. They were clinging to each other a lot more and I was seeing little sad glimpses occasionally pass between them. I wanted to somehow cheer them up.

“So,” I started when we got back to the room, “have you two exchanged phone numbers and email addresses yet?”

They realized that they hadn’t, and did so immediately. Laura admitted to being an email addict, checking her email almost hourly. Karen said something about them writing a lot, and since we would definitely be back on vacation a lot, that they could see each other often. Also, airfare from our metropolis to there is cheap and the flight is less than an hour, so they could get together often if they wanted to (either here or there). They agreed that email, phone, and the occasional vacation would be great. They both expressed a strong desire to stay in contact and maintain their friendship, even without the sexual stuff. I recommended that they keep the sexual stuff as strong as possible, if for no other reason than for my benefit. They agreed that I was a letch.

“Hot tub?” Karen asked Laura.

“Yeah,” Laura responded, “let’s start there.”

“Uh oh,” I thought to myself, “long night ahead.” I was glad I got some sleep the previous night. I decided that since this would probably be the last night that I got to watch my wife with another woman for several months, I should try to get them to be as nasty as possible.

“So,” I began. “What other toys did you two bring besides that vibrator?”

“Go ahead and look in my bag,” Laura offered. “See if there’s anything in there that we might like.” I accepted the offer, and started rummaging around. There were a couple of other vibrators that were smaller than the one I had seen, one of those “butterfly” things that is supposed to vibrate the whole vaginal area, and a little device that I can only describe because I don’t know what it’s called: it had a control unit with two dials on it. From the control unit, there were two small wires about 6 feet long, each with a 1” by 2” oval orb on the end. I pulled this thing out to get a better look at it.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Laura pointed out.

“What the hell is it?” I asked.

“Turn one of those dials,” she instructed. I did, and one of the orbs started making a buzzing noise. I grabbed it, and felt it vibrating powerfully.

“Wow,” I observed. “This is strong.”

“Yes, it is,” Laura answered. “Is it turned up all the way?”

I turned the dial again to check, and it moved a significant distance further. The orb got louder and stronger. Then I checked the other dial. Sure enough, the other orb starting vibrating just as powerfully. I had a thought.

“So,” I tried to sell my scheme, “what’s the chance I can get you two to make out while I control the intensity on the orbs?”

“What do you mean?” Karen asked. I could see a glimmer in her eye, but I wanted to make sure she knew exactly what I was asking.

“Well,” I began, “you two make out and do whatever you’d normally do, but each of you takes one of these inside the opening of your choice. While you’re enjoying each other, I’ll adjust the intensity to pleasure and tease.”

“That sounds fun,” Laura decided. Karen thought about it for a minute, then decided.

“Okay.” And with that, she opened the drain of the hot tub.

I prepared the orbs by dripping a little baby oil into my hand, them rubbing them all over. I waited for the girls to get dried off and onto the bed. They laid down beside each other on the bed. I handed them each an orb. Karen rubbed hers over the outside of her pussy a few times, then slid it in. It disappeared into her. Laura took hers, pulled her pussy open a little with two fingers, and slid hers in. It also disappeared.

Karen rolled over onto Laura and started kissing her. It was a full-body makeout session this time, complete with Karen between Laura’s legs dry-humping her. They were both fully into the passion of the moment almost immediately. I turned the dials just enough to hear Laura then Karen gasp so I knew the orbs were on. Their grinding on each other intensified right away. I figured the orbs were probably hitting the right spot in both women. From my vantage point at the foot of the bed, I could see their hips grinding together like two horny teen-agers making out on the sofa while their parents were gone. I let them continue the pace for a few minutes, then I turned the dials about a quarter of the distance. This time, it elicited a moan from Karen, and a squeak from Laura. I knew the little vibrators were really doing their jobs now, because they stopped kissing so much and mostly just held on to each other, making little female sounds of lust and passion. They still were grinding each other, but not as much now. They were just mostly enjoying the vibrators on their inner g-spots.

From the ten years or so that Karen and I have been married, I know when she’s getting close to coming. I know how her breathing changes, I know the sounds she makes, and I know how she changes the way she is moving. I also know when she’s getting close, but it getting frustrated because we’re not going fast or hard enough to get her over the edge. I usually make good use of that by slowing down a little to tease her, then speed up again to take her over the top. She was showing all the signs of being almost-ready-but-can’t-quite-come frustrated now. I didn’t know Laura’s signs, but I figured I’d just have to wing it with her. Either way, Laura was enjoying herself anyway, because she had my hot wife on top of her. I was totally enjoying the view. Both women were very wet now, and they glistened in the light of the lamps.

Just to tease Karen a bit, I slowed the vibrators down a little. That brought groans of frustration. They started kissing and fondling each other again in an attempt to compensate for the reduced vaginal stimulation. I waited until their kissing was very passionate, then I started turning the dials up very slowly. I would nudge one, then the other, wait a few seconds, then nudge them again. It took probably five minutes to get both of the orbs to their highest settings, but by the time I got there, both women were gasping, sighing, and crying out. They held on tightly to each other to ride out the impending climaxes.

Karen went first. Her hips started grinding hard against Laura. Laura humped back. Karen pulled Laura tighter and gasped. She made the sounds I recognized as one of her most intense orgasms. While she was still climbing the wave, Laura started hers. Laura’s toes curled, and she pumped her hips hard against Karen. Her gasps of “oh oh oh” were gutteral. To muffle her final shout, she sucked hard on Karen’s shoulder (we later found the hickey it left).

When I noticed them starting to come down, I reduced the vibrations to half-power, then slowly turned them all the way down. The girls eventually caught their breath and untangled from each other.

“THAT,” Karen explained, “was one of the best ones I’ve ever had.”

“It was definitely one of the hottest I’ve had,” Laura agreed.

They both removed their orbs and handed them to me. Both orbs were wet… very wet.

The girls laid down to catch their breath. I sat down in the chair across from the bed. I was totally stiff, and was leaking. I used it for lubrication and started stroking myself slowly, just looking at them.

“Be careful with that, baby,” Karen recommended. “Let me rest a minute, then I’ll get you off.”

I stroked slower. Karen eventually caught her breath and got up and walked over to me. She knelt down between my legs and slipped the head of my cock into her mouth. I just held it stationary and let her suck. Meanwhile, Laura got up and retrieved the small and mid-sized vibrators from her bag, and walked over to just behind Karen. She motioned for Karen to lift her hips up and spread her legs. Karen put her arms on my lap, lifted her ass into the air so she was kind of kneeling in back and laying on me in front. Then Laura laid down on her back on the floor, slid under Karen, and started licking her pussy while Karen sucked me. Then Laura turned on the small vibrator and held it with her arm while she turned on the medium one. She started sliding the medium in and out of herself with one hand, and teased Karen’s ass with the small one. Karen was loving it again, and it showed in her enthusiasm while sucking me. I was still holding the base of my cock for her, and I started stroking it while she sucked me. Laura’s hips were pumping well again, so I knew she was enjoying herself. I figured that they hadn’t really calmed down from the little orbs much, so they were both probably close again.

The sight of seeing Laura work Karen’s ass and her own pussy and watching Karen suck me were too much. I warned Karen that I was coming, but she swallowed it all this time. I gasped through my orgasm, and she kept sucking. Once she had finished me, she just laid her head on my lap and let Laura finish eating her. A few minutes later, Karen was gasping and holding on to me while she came. I just stroked her back and neck lovingly while she finished. Once she was done, she stood up and checked on Laura to see how she was doing. Laura was close, so Karen knelt over her and started licking her pussy juice off Laura’s face and tits (well, there wasn’t any on Laura’s tits, but Karen made sure anyway). Laura rocketed through hers, leaving a small wet spot on the carpet. I figured that’d give the cleaning lady something to think about.

Karen and Laura got back into the jacuzzi. I was physically wasted. It was 11:30 p.m. by the time we got done with that little romp, and we had to get up before 10:00 the next morning. I explained that I was done, and that I was going to sleep. The girls stayed up until about 2:00 a.m. playing in the water. They eventually came to bed and snuggled each other and slept.

I rolled them out of bed at 8:30 a.m. They were not pleased with me, but check-out time was 11:00 a.m., so I told them to start getting ready to go. They headed in to shower. Based on the feminine pleasure sounds I heard from the bathroom, I guessed they were licking each other off under the running water. The door was locked, so I couldn’t see for sure, but it sounded hot. When they finally emerged looking happy, I headed in and got ready.

By the time I got out of the shower and dressed, they were both dressed and had everything packed and ready to go. It was about 10:30, so we figured we’d go check out and grab a late breakfast. Laura offered to drive us to the airport and hang out until we left if that was okay with us. Karen decided for us both.

We got to the airport about 90 minutes before our plane was going to leave. The girls were behaving themselves and not flustering any old men or college guys in the airport. They talked like friends, and when it was time to leave, they hugged appropriately. The kiss was a little longer than usual, but it passed for friendship to the unknowing eye. I said goodbye to Laura too (without physical contact), and we headed down the ramp. Karen was quiet. I didn’t know how much of it was tired and how much of it was bummed, but I left her alone about it.

We both slept on the plane, not chatting much because we were both exhausted. When we got to our airport, we collected our baggage and grabbed a taxi home. We were both so exhausted we decided to go to our favorite Mexican food restaurant for dinner, then home to sleep.

Saturday morning was clear and warm. It was about noon when we actually woke up. We snuggled a little, then got up and went through our normal Saturday routine. Around 7, Karen suggested that I go get her some beer. I headed to the store and got a 12 pack. I love my wife a lot. When I got home she was wearing one of the new lingerie pieces she and Laura had picked out for her. It was a great night…



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