Chapter 8. A decision.
As you can imagine after three hours of being teased by four lingerie wearing girls, I was rampant and we headed straight for bed on returning to the flat. I think Susan was even hornier than I was and any thought of trying to get under the sheets to preserve our modesty was the last thing on our minds.
The first time was straight bang, bang, bang sex. Number two was anal, and by late evening it was a simple missionary, I love you style, sex. It even started us talking. We lay there cuddling, telling each other how deep was our love. Which was fine until Susan said, 'You nearly broke our rule about oral sex earlier. We had only had it for twenty-four hours.'
'But I didn't. You saw that. You saw me almost fighting to keep those girls away from my cock. The worst was Elise, she was desperate to get her mouth around my cock.'
Susan laughed, 'I saw that. I must tell you that if we had not made that agreement I would have sucked Gordon. He was ever so nice and very sexy for a man of his age. He really tried but as soon as I explained he backed off. Mind you he did suggest we discuss it and see whether we should not change it somehow.'
I laughed, 'Change it somehow? You either have oral sex or you don't. You cannot say that licking the clit is okay but the butthole isn't. Or that if you only swallow an inch of cock it doesn't count.'
We both laughed.
'I guess.'
There was a long pause before I said, 'So do you want to abandon the idea and just ban penetrative sex? We were both nearly caught out and I can imagine that life is not going to get any easier if we are going to try to get sexier in the flat. And that has given me another thought. If we tell the crowd yesterday where, and how we live and invite them around, well you know how it will end. It would certainly boost our viewing numbers.'
'Mm, yes it would and it would be fun as well. Should we invite Pete and Joanne as well?'
'We could do or we could leave them for another occasion. We could talk the idea over with Mark later when we see him.'
'I had forgotten about Mark. It is almost a good thing that we haven't got jobs yet. With our active social life, we wouldn't have time. So, what about the blow-jobs then?'
'I see you have brought it back to Mark. As soon as I mention his name you think about oral sex.'
'Unfair,' she said thumping me with her elbow. 'Sod you then. No change in the agreement. Let me see you fighting those girls off you again.'
She turned her back on me and pretended to sleep.
'By the way,' I said, talking to myself if she had fallen quickly asleep. 'Mark is expecting you to be a lot more exhibitionist next time than you were yesterday. Not your fault of course, but I have to think of something that keeps him happy with us, and keeps you happy with me.'
I kissed her shoulder, the only bit I could get at easily.
'So, I may have to make a judgemental decision about what I am going to ask you to do with him. I guess you are going to hate that.'
It may have been my imagination but I swear I heard a little groan and her thighs started to rub together. I decided to try to find out, at the risk of wakening her. I pushed my fingers between her legs.
'God you're soaking wet. Is it Mark you are thinking about?'
I pushed a couple of fingers far enough into her to tease her G-spot. She pushed her bottom towards me and wriggled as we spooned together. My mum would have been happy. That came out wrong somehow. My mum always says never go to sleep on an argument. I fell asleep before I could do any more, but woke to a very happy smiling face giving me a blow-job some eight hours later.
'That was a lovely way to wake up. Thank you.'
She swallowed my cum and started talking. It took me some time to concentrate on what she was saying, partly because I do not remember her swallowing quite so easily in the past and partly because I was still in my own little world.
'What did you say?' I had to ask.
I got the look. The one that would have killed me stone cold dead if she hadn't been in a really good mood and just given me a blow-job.
'I was talking about today's meeting with Mark. He is going to expect you to undress me again isn't he? And maybe more?'
'Yes and while he doesn't necessarily deserve anything from us, he is the reason we are able to live together, and without his support, ... well it would be difficult. It doesn't mean he can treat you like a skank and do what he likes. I will never let him take liberties. Only if I offer them. Is that alright?'
''So, you can treat me as a skank, but he can't. Is that it?'
I smiled, 'No, and you know it. Perhaps it was a bad choice of words, you would never be anybody's skank. Perhaps easy, would have been a better word. But it is not a question even of giving him anything. If we do, that should be a bonus for him, even seeing your tits, for example. That is his bonus, if we allow it. We just need to convince him that we, both of us, can be more exhibitionist. That way he earns more money and we earn more money. If we do start making money then we should put it to one side until we can get our own apartment.' I kissed her again. 'Thanks for the BJ. It really was a lovely way to wake up.'
'You were really tired. You fell asleep fingering me last night. I did get off to sleep eventually but had sexy dreams all night.' She giggled. 'You were even in one of them.'
I knew she was teasing me trying to get me to rise to the bait, and also that she probably dreamt of our meeting with Mark so I was not going to take her up on it.
'So, do you want me to finish you off now then.'
She giggled again. 'No, I did it laying beside you. You were that fast asleep. I even pulled the sheets back so the cameras could see me.'
I kissed her. 'Sorry I missed it. I would like to have watched even if you wouldn't let me take part.'
'Never mind. You will get another chance. I have been looking at some of the other flats. The girls do it quite a lot.'
'In the meantime, we must get up and go out. We are meeting Mark at eleven. Now what are you going to wear today? I think a dress again. One of the button front ones. No panties of course, and no bra either I think. In fact, we will play a little game. Or actually, you will play a little game. I think there are ten buttons on the dress. How many men do you think will be in the coffee shop and how many women? Why don't you choose, men or women? You need to undo one button for each of the sex that is in there. Think before you choose. Men tend to be in there singly, but there are usually more of them. There are usually less women but on the other hand they are likely to go there in groups. Finally of course, it may come down to whether the baristas are male or female. What were they last time?'
Susan had gone a little pale, but then a small grin began to appear.
'Ten buttons, that is not many, particularly if the two or possibly even three baristas are all the same sex. You are right about the fact that in most coffee shops the customers are mainly more men, but the baristas are usually girls, but then, not always.'
'All true.' I got the dress out of the wardrobe. I counted slowly from one to ten.
'Yes, ten buttons, so which is it to be?'
'Men.'
I was surprised and told her so. 'I thought you would choose women.'
'Yes, and your logic would have been correct but for one thing. I think there will be more men in there than women, but I am less likely to get verbal abuse from men if I have to undo them all, than I will from women. They are going to be calling, or at least thinking of bad names for me. Tart, slapper, skank. Men hopefully will just admire.'
'Good thinking. I can see that will be easier for you. Anyway, go and have your shower while I start breakfast. We don't have long.'
We arrived at the coffee shop just after eleven and Mark was waiting for us with three flat whites. Susan was all smiles. Like me she had looked around and seen that there were only four men in there, and both the baristas were girls.
'You both seem to be in a god mood,' said Mark, smiling himself.
I explained the game to him and his smile widened even further.
'So that is six buttons then,' he laughed.
'Four,' Susan said looking around.
'Have you forgotten Alex and I?' he said. And of course, she had. And then another barista came out from the back kitchen. Male this time.
'Seven,' we both said together.
'I think I had better do it before any more come in,' she said, and stood up in front of Mark. She selected the top three and then the bottom three and thought about the seventh. The bottom three had brought the bottom done up button to crotch level. The top three opened her up to mid bust, showing quite a lot of centre-boob. She wasn't really big enough to call it cleavage. She eventually selected the second from the top of the four remaining. It gapped a little but at four or five inches above her belly button revealed nothing important.
She sat back down and started her coffee.
'Well done to the pair of you. I had a quick look at you last night and saw your new underwear and as for you this morning Susan, Very sexy. Keep it up.'
'We had a funny day yesterday. We spent a few hours in an underwear shop with four other exhibitionist perverts. We had a lot of fun. Which brings me round to the question, If we had a bit of a party with say that four or even a couple more would that be okay?'
'Okay? It would be wonderful. Don't forget that they would all have to sign release documents. If you haven't found them they are in the cupboard by the door.'
'Yes, that would be fine. Obviously, we would have to explain about the cameras. One thing, when we went to Joanne & Pete's the other day we did not sign anything.'
'That's because you are already signed up in the program.'
'Yes of course.'
'Oh look Susan, that chap is going so I guess you can do another button up.'