Jane gave us a round of applause and a final reminder we were needed downstairs before disappearing to take up her duties on set with the boom microphone. We clearly weren't going to get time to cuddle and bask in a post orgasmic glow of contentment, so I gave Chris a quick peck on the lips and told him to go and I'd catch him later. We had a few things to talk through, there still hadn't been a chance to grab any time to discuss his scene with Ginny and now my performance with Luc and Darren. I thought things were good, but I wanted to hear that he thought things were good as well.
I grabbed a quick shower, wiping the residue of sex with three men in thirty minutes off my body, admittedly only one of them had cum on or in me but there was still a lot to wash off, and I mean A LOT, Jane's dietary regime was having some obvious effects on Chris and the amount he was shooting. As I washed myself, I reflected on what I'd just done, I couldn't detect an iota of shame or worry about it, I'd enjoyed the experience, it was probably one I'd like to try again but if I did, I would want Chris to be part of the group.
Then I wondered some more, I was happy to have a real life threesome with two guys as long as Chris was one of them, should I give him a threesome with two women as long as I was one of them?
I had experienced more actual sexual contact with women in the past few days than I had in the entire rest of my life, there had been that holiday evening in Madeira nearly twenty years ago but that was mainly me and him, and it was about eighteen months before I'd met Chris so I didn't feel he was 'owed' anything because of it. I had enjoyed the event, but it had been all about the man in the group not a shared experience, so I hadn't felt I needed to go and try it again. This was different, it would be about everyone having fun and all of us making it fun for the others.
My mind was really wandering now, I continued in my reverie as the hot water cascaded over me. If I had a (what was it they called it here...oh yes) if I had a M-F-F threesome would I be happy interacting with the other woman? Yes, probably, in fact I was sort of looking forward to it. If we had a M-F-M threesome, would I want Chris interacting with another guy? I think he probably would if I asked him, not because I suspected he had any latent gay tendencies but because he was very secure in himself and would do anything for me, however in reality I wasn't aroused at all by the thought of him giving another bloke a blowjob, or handling someone else's cock.
I turned off the hot water and gave my breasts a quick blast of cold, when I shared a flat in Bristol with two other girls one of them had read us a Cosmo article that said finishing your shower with thirty seconds of cold water on your boobs kept them firm and perky, so being nineteen and desperate to keep our figures into what we saw as old age in our thirties and forties we'd all started freezing our nipples off after a shower once or twice a week. I hadn't spoken to Miranda or Priya in about eighteen months and washing our tits was never high on the list of conversation points, so I had no idea if they were still doing it. I wiped steam off the mirror and admired my reflection, in common with most of me, my boobs were bigger than they had been at nineteen but were still firm and pointed up, not towards my knees, so it seemed to be working for me, mind you not having had children probably had more to do with the state of my tits than any questionable cold-water regime.
I had brought my white vest top and harem pants with me, the vest was tight and clingy and emphasised my nipples, which were sticking out like door stops. Whether it was a reflection of my state of arousal or the cold shower I'll let you decide, but it was probably the cold shower. The trousers were loose and flowy but managed to showcase my bum, which I spent enough time working in Zumba and Dancercise classes or running round the country roads and footpaths near our home, that I would be pretty annoyed if it wasn't tight and firm.
"Well then Missus," I addressed my reflection, "Looks like you've decided. You're up for some girl-on-girl action if Chris is interested in being with two girls, but don't want any man-on-man if he is happy to be part of a two man and you threesome. How are you going to slip that into the conversation then?"
Figuring that I could probably worry about it later I walked down the stairs and into the main living room, which had been transformed into a scene out of the last days of Rome, if the ancient Romans had fifty-inch wall mounted TVs, leather sofas and mood lighting.
Carol and Jim were sitting together on one of the big white leather sofas, Charley was standing up in police uniform, dangling some handcuffs from her finger, Ginny was in a long leather coat and heels, and I suspected not much more, flanked by Carl and Jamie.
Sandy was directing. "Right, Nic's decided to join us. And the set is live. Cameras are you ready? Sound are you ready? Lighting are you ready? Boys and girls, are you ready?"
Everyone signalled they were, so she started the now familiar countdown "Action in 5, 4, 3" fingers and point.
Charley had the first line "Lieutenant, what are you doing with her? She's a primary suspect and material witness in at least two murders. This guy," she waved her handcuffs at Luc, "has confessed, he's been working with the Bonzauelan President, they're trying to get the title to the oilfields off the coast, Senora Mendoza died to stop her husband, the foreign minister and the President getting them, her father left them to the people in his will."
I couldn't help thinking there was an awful lot of explanation going on there, I guess they had to move the plot on somehow though.
Jamie came back with "Have you seen what a Lieutenant's pension looks like? Thirty years chasing scum and for what? Five hundred lousy bucks a week? The thanks of a grateful nation? I want something a bit more substantial." He turned and kissed Ginny, who responded with enthusiasm before she turned to Jim and Carol and with a theatrical laugh announced: "We can offer much better conditions of employment, isn't that right?"
In agreement Carol undid Jim's jeans and pulled his impressive and already erect cock out, she kissed him passionately while rubbing it gently, her fist barely covering half the shaft. He opened her wrap around top exposing her firm black breasts, the nipples begging for attention he rolled them under his palms and pinched gently, pulling them longer and more upright.
Ginny dropped her coat to the floor; I had been close. Tiny thong, hold up stockings and nothing else. She had one hand on each of Jamie and Carl's crotches, rubbing through their trousers. Her partners bent and started sucking on a breast each, squeezing the soft flesh under their big hands. She stared down the camera lens, licking her bright red lips and shaking her mane of coppery hair in delight. They continued for a few more minutes, Carol had moved to softly sucking on Jim's cock, his trousers had gone, exposing his full length and his fuzzy balls, the hair looking incongruous now I was used to the smooth look from everyone else.
The smooth look was much in evidence in front of me, Ginny was kneeling between Jamie and Carl with both men clambering out of their shorts, she was smiling up at them, with a penis in each hand, looking like she couldn't wait to get going. Carl was the lucky guy to get her attention first. She buried his cock deep in her mouth, closing her lips around the shaft and moaned quietly as she moved her head up and down, her bright red lips making a sharp contrast with the pale pink skin of the engorged length. She pulled Jamie closer, this was the first time I'd seen him in action, he was not as trim as the rest of the cast, there was a definite roll around his middle, but he was quite well endowed, not in the Darren style but he was noticeably bigger, longer and fatter than most of the rest of the guys. I let my mind wander back to the earlier subject of threesomes, then I remembered what I thought were his living arrangements and realised he probably wasn't a candidate.
Ginny had noticed she had two dicks to play with and had them side by side, darting between them, giving each a couple of sucks and licks before going back to the other. Their two shafts and heads were being rubbed against each other as she worked on them, the guys seemed entirely unfazed by it, which was just as well because with a superhuman effort she managed to get both heads in her mouth at the same time. Her lips were stretched so thin her bright red lipstick had faded to a pale rose colour. With an animal growl she pulled back and dived down on Jamie, her lips showing red again as she worked her tongue around the shaft inside her mouth.
