Beth felt her stomach tighten as he asked. She shook off the feeling and replied, “The Mother Fuckers… two bays and their mother. Val and I…“ and she stopped as she realized she had let the cat out of the bag.
“You and Val?” Paul questioned.
Beth laughed at herself in embarrassment, then confessed to her husband about the all-day sex-session with their attractive neighbor. Paul was aroused as he listened, and he felt his own confession coming to the surface. When Beth had finished, Paul drew his breath deeply and told her about the session with Valerie’s daughter.
“My God” Beth exclaimed. “You mean she’s prostituting herself?”
“That’s one way of putting it” he replied and went on to explain Trish’s rationale behind her activities and those of her younger sister. When he had finished, he squeezed his wife’s hand and asked her candidly, “Be honest now, sweetheart, wouldn’t you like to make it with those two beautiful young girls?”
Beth swallowed thickly. She and Paul were too close for secrets of this nature and she smiled slyly as she answered, “I’d love to get it on with all three of them!”
Paul nodded. “And what about our kids?”
Beth felt that her husband was leading up to that particular question and she answered it by asking him, “What about you?”
He chuckled and replied, “It was all I could do last night to hold myself back after I realized what was happening. In all truth, Beth, I wanted to run down the stairs and stick my prick in Judy’s mouth while Tim was fucking her dog-fashion!”
Beth thrilled as she pictured that very scene in her mind’s eye, and she thrilled, too, at the thought of making it with their own children. “There’s so much we could teach them,” she said absently.
“If they want to be taught. It will be their decision-agreed?”
“How would we go about approaching the subject?”
“I’ve given that some thought, too. I don’t want to rush things right now, I’m trying to figure out how we can get the whole Carter family into bed. A smile crossed his face then and he added, “And I think I just might have a way-if you’re game to try, that.”
Beth thought about Jim Carter-and his daughters. She returned her husband’s smile as she replied, “I’m always you know it, Paul Towne!”
The following morning, Paul called Jim at his office and arranged to meet him for lunch, telling him mysteriously, ‘It’s an offer you can’t refuse.”
The two men met at the Embers shortly after noon. As they sat and the waiter took their orders, Paul lit a cigarette, looked about cautiously and leaned forward as he spoke softly. “The offer, Jim-bo, I’ve something you can’t refuse.“ he told his friend again mysteriously.
“I’m all open,” Jim told him, feeling the effects of the multiple drinks he’d consumed before Paul arrived. Paul took a breath, then said, “look-I’ll come right to the point. We’re both comparatively young, virile, I assume, and happily married. But this offer doesn’t have anything to do with your married sex life.“
Jim felt as tough the questioning was an intrusion of his privacy, for it was obvious to him that Paul was making reference to his secretary, Pepper. “I don’t think I understand you,” he replied coolly.
“Come on-we all get a little bit on the side, and the offer I was referring to has something to do with that very thing…“ He held up his hand as Jim opened his mouth to speak, then he said, “Look-I’m something of a connoisseur of sex, Jim. No single woman will ever be enough for me. And being a connoisseur, whenever I find a dish that is particularly superb, I like to share it, and of course, seek others’ opinions.“
Jim realized then that Paul was making no reference to Pepper and he relaxed as he sipped his drink. “What you’re saying then, is that you’re really into something hot?” and he smiled, suddenly intrigued by the conspiracy.
“man, am I ever!” Paul leaned closer. “Two sisters… young, beautiful and totally uninhibited. Between them their, repertoire is something out of the Kama Sutra!”
“Tell me more, Jim said as he motioned the waiter to being him another drink.
“Okay, look, let me ask you first. Are you interested in sampling their wares?”
Jim thought about it and he experienced a moment of indecision. He decided that honesty was the best approach. “I might if I knew what it was going to cost me … “
Paul grimaced. “Hey, these girls aren’t hookers. They’re simply into sex for its own sake. They have a little game they play and until you’ve been there, you really can’t appreciate it.”
Relieved a bit, Jim questioned, “What kind of a game?”
Paul talked all through lunch and by the time they had finished, Jim was not only convinced, he was sold and he begged Paul to set it up for him.
“I’ve thought about that. The girls only play by appointment. I’ve got one with them for this Saturday evening.”
“but we’re supposed to go to the club, remember?”
“Right. I made the… uh… appointment before I thought about it. But there is a way, if you’re really interested. You could go in my place…”
“What about the club? Val’s been looking forward to this for months.”
“Thought about that, too. She knows your business comes first and if you were to tell her you had someone coming from out of town to see a house, well… she’d accept that.”
“I don’t know…“ Jim said hesitantly.
“Listen, Beth and I could entertain her. I’ll develop an ulcer attack and the three of us can stay home. Alter you’ve made the appointment in my stead, you can come on over to my place and we’ll have a few drinks. What about it?”
Jim thought about making it with the two girls Paul had described, and he knew that if he didn’t take this opportunity, it might be a week or more before another presented itself. “But what about you, Paul? I mean, this is a hell of thing to do for a friend!”
Paul smiled. “Not really. I think you’d do the same thing for me…“ and he took the key to the Terrace apartment from his pocket and jotted down the address on the back of one of his business cards. “Be there at seven sharp, buddy boy, and you’ll enjoy the experience of your life. I promise!”
Jim left the Embers in a state of excitement. He thought about the story he was going to have to put on Val, but what the hell-things like this just didn’t happen every day!
Craig Peters picked at his supper nervously. When rising from bed that morning, his mother had told him, “Tonight, we’ll look at some of the movies your father was so fond of, Craig.” He had been asking her if they could for the past two days, but Lisa bad held off granting her son’s request, knowing that it would build the anticipation.
After supper, Lisa excused herself and went upstairs to bathe. Earlier, she bad brought up several of the films she thought Craig might enjoy most and those that would give him the widest range of sexual exposure… to say nothing of the arousal it would bring about.
After she had bathed, Lisa applied her makeup with the utmost care, then went to her closet and removed a floor-length black peignoir. She laid it across the foot of the bed, her excitement rising as she recalled the last time she had worn it. Next, she took out black lace stockings with matching garter belt. As she pulled them up to the tops of her thighs, one after the other, a deep thrill went through her and she hastily affixed the garter belt in place. As she slipped into the black satin pumps with the spike heels, she turned and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror of her wardrobe. She cupped her tits and massaged the nipples as she turned around and looked at her well-formed ass in the mirror. She slipped into the peignoir then and fastened the clasp at her throat and looked again. She was beautiful and she knew it: now she could share her beauty with her beloved Craig, her son. Her heart beat heavily in her breast as she put on the last article of her evening’s ensemble blood-red lace panties. They were crotchless and as she stood again, they provided a startling touch to the outfit a splash of red beneath the filmy black lace.