Angie and I are now on equal footing as far as bondage goes, each of us having now experienced everything the twins have conjured up in terms of restraint devices and techniques. Over the next three weeks we each go on a few dates with our twin and enjoy the normalcy of the experience.
But we are also on pins and needles waiting for our next notes to arrive. There are many nights when we don't see the guys, so we know they're working on something. We take advantage of their absence by watching our videos and taking care of each other's sexual needs. We are getting very good at that.
On Thursday of the fourth week the twins throw us a curve. I receive a package in the mail that contains a new mask and a note. Our old masks are really no more than sleeping masks that are held in place by a single elastic band that crosses the back of our heads. This mask is more elaborate, having three bands to ensure it does not inadvertently slip out of place. Apparently, the twins have something energetic in mind. The thought thrills me.
My note is different from the ones I have received in the past. I am told to be in my apartment at eight on Friday night, wear nothing but the mask, and be seated on the side of my bed. I am instructed to leave my door unlocked. The usual prohibition against masturbation is included.
I call Angie's cell phone immediately. She has stopped at the grocery store and has not yet arrived home.
"When you get home, check your mail," I tell her.
"Did you get a note?" she asks, excitement evident in her voice.
"Oh yes," I reply.
"You sound funny. Is something wrong?"
"No, just get your mail and then call me."
My phone chirps a few minutes later.
"What do you suppose they're up to?" Angie asks.
"I think they are not yet ready for us at the bondage site but they want to swap places and fuck us. Connor and I have probably had sex every third day or so over the past three weeks. I can't believe he's getting bored with me already," I say, only half in jest.
"It's been about the same with Brian and me," she responds, "but I think they're growing impatient. I'll bet they're just having a little trouble with whatever they're working on and they can't stand to wait any longer."
"You're probably right. What does your note say?"
"Mine says to be at my apartment at nine-thirty Friday night. I am to wear this new mask and sit naked on the side of my bed. I'm supposed to leave the door unlocked and I'm not allowed to play with myself tonight."
"What did you say?" I shout into the phone, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What's wrong, Carla?" Angie asks, concern in her voice.
"Read it to me word for word!" I command. She complies.
"My note says to be ready at eight o'clock," I tell her, my voice shaking with emotion. There is a long pause on the other end of the line.
"Oh, my God," Angie whispers. "They're both planning to fuck each of us tomorrow night. Both of them at the same time. It's a three-way. Two three-ways."
I recover my senses and think for a moment.
"That's why they've scheduled everything for later in the evening than normal. Connor has been to my apartment several times now and the neighbors are used to seeing him. They are not accustomed to seeing twins. The days are shorter now so it is dark by eight. They need darkness to avoid being observed together. I don't fucking believe this," I finish.
"What should we do?" Angie asks, her nervousness apparent.
"I don't know. I need to think for a bit. Open a bottle of wine. I'll stop at the deli and be there in half an hour."
"Bring your stuff and spend the night," she says.
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
My mind is in turmoil as I gather my things, including my toys, and lock the door behind me. I buy sandwiches, coleslaw, and a couple of pastries for dessert. Angie is waiting for me in her apartment doorway. She is clearly agitated.
"Screw the wine. I need something stronger," I announce.
"Martini?" Angie asks.
"Let's make a pitcher. We'll drink the wine with our dinner later."
Angie's hands are shaking. So are mine. Between the two of us we manage to make enough of the concoction for two drinks apiece. We skip the martini glasses and dump our drinks into tumblers instead. Martini glasses are difficult to handle with shaky hands.
"This is blowing my mind," Angie announces as she takes the first sip.
"Mine too," I say, "but I did a little thinking on the way over here."
"And?"
"I've been with both guys at the same time twice but didn't know it. But each time involved only one twin actually fucking me. If had known from the beginning that two men were going to be involved, I would probably have been freaked out and would never have gone to that house."
"But you did go, and we've both watched the videos of those encounters many times. I know you were thrilled with the results, after the fact maybe, but thrilled nonetheless," Angie says," but I've been with each of the twins only once and only one at a time. I don't know what to do."
