Schedule
Jillian and I put a schedule together for all of us. On Monday Tuesday and Wednesday, we paired off to sleep like this: Jillian and I were always together in the Master Bedroom and the other three rotated in our bed with us if they chose to. Those nights were fairly vanilla, mostly because they were work nights and there wasnât time for serious play. Sunday night, it was just me and Jillian in the master bedroom and the rest of the girls would stay together. This schedule was flexible in case anyone was sick or just cranky and needed to be alone or needed special company. Occasionally, Jillian would need to get away from me and would stay in the other room. At other times, someone else would be needy and we adjusted sleeping arrangements to fill that need. The idea was to make sure that no one was ignored by anyone, and if someone felt ignored, they were to say so.
Thursday nights we work out with Sharon and then all take a shower and a hot tub together⌠and then a wonderful free for all fuck.
I love Friday nights. On a rotating basis, two of the girls are assigned the task of putting on a sexy show for the rest of us. It could be a play or a strip or a poetry reading or just a good fuck we could all watch⌠nothing was in stone as to content or type. If they need the participation of any of the rest of us, they can ask, but it is their responsibility to come up with something interesting.
Saturday is kink day. I play the master and they play slaves and do my bidding. The pressure is on me on Saturdays⌠I love it.
Of course, all this has to be worked around everyoneâs work and travel schedules⌠as well as having a social life outside the house. There has to be some time for real life.
One Friday night especially sticks in my mind. It was Carol and Sharonâs turn to put on a show. Carol, as you know, is an accomplished violinist and Sharon has studied dance for her whole life. When she was younger, she was with a ballet company for several years. Her body still hasnât recovered from that grueling experience; her feet have never been the same.
We went out to dinner that night to a quiet French restaurant⌠great food and conversation and then home to watch the show. We got home and Jillian and Susan and I sat in the atrium. We opened a bottle of cabernet and drank slowly and talked idly while we waited. After quite a long while, Carol was the first to emerge. She was wearing the Japanese robe that she had on the first day I saw her. Stunning. She was also wearing her hair high on her head in a Japanese style with those long sticks â I forget what theyâre called - in her hair. Her hands and face were painted with silver paint so she looked like someone of another plane of existence⌠ethereal, unreachable from our lowly karmic levels. She stopped at the edge of the atrium near the waterfall, raised her violin and started playing a slow, powerful, haunting melody that sounded like one of BartĂłkâs Hungarian Folk tunes. The lights dimmed everywhere but near the waterfall and then Sharon emerged from the other side of the waterfall. She was nude and painted head to toe with silver paint. The only other color on her was her very red hair, which was slicked back with so much gel that it looked artificial. She had shaved her pussy for this night and danced beautifully, sinuously. It was catlike. Sensuous. Her silver skin glinted in the lights. We sat there enchanted. watching a moving work of art.
She moved slowly toward Carol, who continued to play her haunting melody. Then, Sharon danced suggestively in front of and around Carol, obviously trying to seduce her with every move of her body. Soon Carol began to move to the music as well, making seductive movements of her own as she raised the intensity of the music. Sharonâs cat-like seduction was working. Sharon backed into the center of the room as Carol, mesmerized and playing violin like an angel, followed her. The music she played was getting even more seductive as Carol matched Sharonâs steps toward us. Then, in the center, they stopped and Sharon danced around Carol, never touching, but obviously caressing her torso, face and neck. Her dancing was powerful and sexy, and the music made it even more so. From behind her, Sharon reached around and untied Carolâs robe. As it opened, we could see that she, too was painted head to toe in silver paint. Sharon then picked up the CD remote that had been left in the right place and started â believe it or not â Bolero. We all laughed, but were silenced when Carol put down her violin and they started dancing together, always seductive, never touching. Sharon had taught Carol a thing or two about how to move to music. Our very shy Japanese wife had become a sexy sexy dancer. Sharon removed Carolâs robe slowly, enticingly and they danced even closer. They looked as if they were fucking slowly. It was remarkably stunningly beautiful. At the end of Bolero, they â finally â kissed and continued to kiss long after the music stopped.
When we could get our breath, those of us in the audience stood up and applauded. It had been an amazing show. We gathered around them excitedly and hugged them as they continued to kiss and moved against one another. Then, we all dropped our clothes and carried the showgirls into the shower, telling them over and over how wonderful it had been. Carol and Sharon were visibly excited by their dancing together and we all grabbed some soap and started to clean off the silver paint. Then Jillian got on her knees in front of Sharon and started to kiss and lick her way up Sharons thighs. Susan did the same for Carol. I was left with the top halves to attend to and did so with all the vigor I could muster. Then I called a halt. Everyone looked at me wondering what I was doing. âSharon and Carol just got this hot by seducing each other in front of us. Letâs get everyone dry and let them finish the job without our intervention.â Sharon and Carol looked at each other with the kind of âIâm gonna fuck your eyes outâ gleam in their eyes that only a few lucky souls have ever seen.