[Author’s note -- I urge you to read the prequel – “A Love-fest with Brande Roderick” before reading this story.]
A week ago, I had a totally unexpected but fantastic sexual encounter at the Playboy Mansion with Playmate Brande Roderick. At the conclusion of that wonderful experience, Brande invited me to join her in a threesome with her “best friend” Stacy Sanches! Both women had been Playmate of the Year recently! How lucky can a guy get??
So here I am, knocking at Brande’s door with considerable apprehension. She had phoned two days ago and invited me for a 6:30 PM dinner at the condo she and Stacy own. I’d brought my camera, as she requested, and my tripod, too, just in case. I also had two dozen red roses, one for each of these beautiful women, so I had my hands full when Brande opened the door.
“Pete! It’s so good to see you again!” she exclaimed cheerfully, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“Likewise, I’m sure,” I mumbled.
I had almost forgotten how truly dazzling she was! Wearing a short off-the-shoulder skin-tight stretch-knit lavender top which stopped just below her jutting breasts, and a white micro-mini skirt that clung to her hips, she was stunning!
“Oh, you sweet guy – roses! What a gentleman! And I’m glad you remembered your camera. C’mon in and meet Stacy”
Brande took the roses from me as I stepped into the room. Stacy came forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her outfit was just as eye-catching as Brande’s but with a white top and a black skirt. She exuded sex, just as in her Playboy photos – a truly dazzling woman!
“I’m really glad to meet you, Pete – Brande has told me so much about you. Any friend of Brande’s is a friend of mine!”
“Wow!” I exclaimed. “Those Playboy photographers didn’t do you justice!”
She giggled, “Brande said you were quite a flatterer! Come on, sit down and relax.”
Brande said, “I’ll find a couple of vases for these lovely flowers and finish getting the dining room ready while you two get acquainted”, and she went off into the kitchen.
I took a seat in an easy chair and Stacy sat across from me on a long couch. Stacy’s low-cut top, like Brande’s, was very short and stopped well above her navel, emphasizing her beautiful full breasts. Her top had about a 2-inch tassel fringe that skittered erotically with her every move. The skirt was so short, I occasionally caught a glimpse of a black thong! I tried not to stare but that was a losing battle – she was so gorgeous! However, Stacy chatted easily as though we were long-time friends, putting me at ease.
It seemed like no time before Brande came back into the living room with a vase full of roses, placing it on a small table.
“How did you know roses are my favorite flower?”
“Just lucky, I guess. But then I’ve been very lucky lately!”
“I have a feeling your luck is going to hold!” she giggled. “Dinner is served, My Lord” she intoned with an English accent.
Dinner was really outstanding, and all prepared by their own hands! A small delicious Caesar salad, very tender medium-rare filet mignon, delicious asparagus spears with Hollandaise sauce, fluffy mashed potatoes with a wonderful gravy. And a nice chilled white wine. And I almost forgot – delicious blueberry muffins!
I said, “I can’t remember ever having had a better meal anywhere! I especially liked that marvelous filet – it reminded me so much of another wonderful delicacy I enjoyed last week – pink – hot -- tender -- juicy -- fragrant – and delicious!”
Brande giggled, “Pete – such naughty thoughts!”
Stacy looked puzzled and said, “I don’t understand what you two…. …Oh, I get it! You are a naughty boy!” And we all laughed.
I took a few photos of the two beautiful chefs and the lovely dinner table.
“In addition to being the most gorgeous women in the world, you two are fantastic cooks!” I said. “Ever consider opening your own up-scale restaurant? All the ‘beautiful people’ would flock to it.”
Stacy laughed, “That would be a very demanding and time-consuming job. Maybe some day when we’re old and wrinkled and can’t earn a living any other way – but right now, we have other things going for us.”
“I’ve noticed,” I said, and we all laughed again.
When dinner was over, I was stuffed.
“Make yourself comfortable in the living room, Pete, while we clear off the table. We’ll bring dessert to you there.”
“Dessert!” I exclaimed. “I’ll explode!”
Stacy giggled again and said, “Oh, no -- not just yet! Save your explosion for later!” I looked directly at her and chuckled as I picked up on her double meaning.
I retired to my easy chair and shortly the gals came in with the dessert – a smooth white creamy cheesecake. I was served in my chair and the two beauties sat opposite on the couch.
“Why don’t you sit on the couch with us? You’re so far away!” Brande asked.
“Because this is the best seat in the house – what a fantastic view!”
They both giggled, “Oh, you!” But they didn’t press the point.
“This is the best cheesecake I’ve ever tasted! Who made it?” I asked.
“It’s my Mom’s recipe,” said Stacy. “I love making it but to keep our figures, I rarely do. Just for special occasions -- like this!”
“Now I’m really flattered,” I said.
“Wait until you taste her Denver omelet tomorrow morning at breakfast!” Brande said, smiling.
“Wow! What a nice invitation!”
“Oh, no -- it’s an obligation!” And we all laughed.
When we’d finished, Stacy took the plates out to the kitchen and returned quickly.
“Would it be okay if I took a few photos of the three of us – to show my grandkids someday? That’s why I brought this tripod.”
They looked at each other briefly, then Brande said, “Sure, why not? Where do you want us?”
“Right where you are on the couch,” I replied. “I’ll set up the camera here in front of my chair. Then I’ll start the timer and dash over to sit between you two beauties before the flash goes off. Okay?”
“Okay,” they replied, and moved apart to make room for me.
So I set up the digital camera on the tripod, adjusted the settings, and asked, “Everybody ready? Try to look like the girls next door – if that’s possible! We have about ten seconds after the timer starts. Don’t say ‘cheese’, say ‘sex’!”
“You know, Pete, this is not the first photo we’ve ever posed for!” said Brande with a little exasperation in her voice.
Stacy added, “Yeah, we’re not exactly novices at this photo stuff!”
“Sorry – how could I forget? Well, here goes.”
I pressed the timer button, moved swiftly to sit between the two beauties, and put my arms behind them on the back of the sofa so as not to appear to be too intimate.
When the flash went off, I arose and said, “Maybe a couple more?” They agreed and I said, “Okay now, no more girl-next-door stuff. Give me your seductive Playboy poses.”