The Next Day 15

I had originally intended "The Final Bet" to be a one-off, but I started realizing that I wanted to go further with these characters. Even before I had finished editing the earlier work, I had plot-lines for several more stories. So now it's a series. I expect lots of segments before it runs dry.

The most notable change is the voice -- everything is now from Lisa's vantage point, after Alan narrated "The Final Bet".

This one is much longer and starts rather slowly, dominated by character building, and a lot of innuendos and teasing. But there is action by the end. It starts right when the last one ends, with Lisa waking up after the excitement of the previous night.

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As I came to, my first thoughts were how comfy and warm (and contented) I felt. Although my pussy is a little sore from the workout last night and earlier this morning. Alan was rougher than usual last night, but he was so excited. To be fair, so was I. I must have drifted off listening to Alan's shower after our morning romp, where I came three more times while he fucked me. He does know how to please me in bed.

That makes me think about how the poker game ended last night, watching Audrey, a friend from work, having sex on the table in front of me, with Tim, a close friend from our college days playing the stud. It was the most exciting thing I have ever watched in my life, all a foot in front of me. Deep throating Tim and then swallowing what looked like gallons being pumped in her was just the warm-up. Then she was gorgeous, laying nude on our dining room table while he ate her out, followed by Tim's monster cock plunging into her. I never knew Tim was so well endowed! For all I love Alan, I would have loved to be her in that moment.

OMG I can't believe I masturbated then and there, in front of the two of them, all while Alan molested my boobs. My embarrassment is tempered -- at least I don't think either of them even noticed. But maybe I wanted them to notice?

Better to not keep thinking about that, I shift to observing the world around me while I finish waking up. I can just barely hear our house guests down the hall making their own morning music, a symphony of groans, moans, and squeaks. The squeaks belong to the bed, not one of our guests. Although Mary is so mousey, it sometimes seems like she should squeak. I giggle to myself at my cleverness.

A little further away, I can hear Alan clanking in the kitchen. And I can just barely smell bacon. And coffee! And maybe something baking in the oven? He must have slipped out after his shower without waking me and started preparing breakfast for everyone.

He is good for more than just a morning triple-play. Remembering that again, I just sigh contentedly and clamber out of bed.

As much as I would love to go tease Alan with my nude body -- he does love to ogle me -- we have house guests, who sound like their morning exercise may be reaching its climax. I still need to grab a shower this morning. Not worth getting dressed yet, so I grab my kimono and wrap it around me, tying the sash as tightly as I can.

The kimono can barely contain my large breasts, which jiggle in it as I move. It only comes down to mid-thigh, with my fat hips (Alan says he thinks they are perfect) keeping the front from quite closing all the way at the bottom. If I am not careful, either my boobs will pop out, or my ass or pussy will be fully in view. Usually I try not to wear this with guests in the house, but maybe I wouldn't mind a few flashes this morning. Wow, watching Audrey last night is still haunting me. And I think I enjoy the feeling.

I go past the guest suite, where it sounds like we actually still do have a few minutes until Frank and Mary will be ready to join us.

Reaching the kitchen, I see Alan, already fully dressed, pulling some blueberry scones out of the oven. It looks like he was in the middle of cutting some fresh fruit to make a nice fruit salad to go with everything else.

"I'll wait to cook the eggs until our noisy friends take a break long enough to surface. And the coffee's fresh in the pot."

I run over to him and give him a peck on the cheek. "I really love you when I can wake up to fresh coffee!" I was going to hug him, but the hot pan of scones he was holding looked dangerous to run into, especially in a silk kimono.

I grab my coffee and, after a sip, start to talk about last night.

"Can you believe what happened last night?" I ask him.

"Wow is all I can say. I don't think I will ever forget that. And you were definitely right about inviting her," he replies.

Well, at least she won't be ready to bite anyone's head off Monday for lack of sex, I thought. But was I feeling a little jealous of her getting so much of his attention?

"You really liked looking at her, didn't you?" I say as I put one of my feet up on the stool I was standing next to, exposing my pussy to him.

"Was her cunt prettier than this one?". I run my fingers down my clean-shaven lips on either side, before bringing my middle finger back up my slit. The finger comes out damp.

I let him ogle for a while before bringing my foot back down to the floor, putting my kitty back in her wraps. After a brief pause, I pull the top of the kimono open, almost fully exposing my boobs to him. I ask, "Were her tits more suckable than these?".

Leaving my kimono partway open, I walk towards him in as sultry a way as I can. Reaching into his crotch with one hand, while cupping my own breast in the other, I ask, "Do these make you as hard as she did last night?".

Finding my quarry in his lap, I grope his cock through his pants, continuing on, "It's not quite where I like it yet, but it's showing some promise. Guess I will have to work harder, with HARDER being the order of the day."

I have him completely flabbergasted. He had already set down his fruit knife, presumably to prevent lopping off a digit -- or a more precious appendage that was soon to be in the way.

He cups my bottom with his left hand while his right hand grabs my left tit, pinching the already hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He starts to lean forward to suck on the nipple when we hear Frank and Mary coming out of their suite.

Quickly stepping backwards, I yank the top of my kimono closed again, as best as I can. I don't have time to properly rewrap the kimono, so it sags a bit, doing an even worse job of containing and controlling my girls than it was a few minutes ago.

Alan is nonchalantly back to chopping fruit, although his jeans are clearly tenting if anyone bothered to look. "Have you heard from your brother?", Alan asks Frank as he comes into the kitchen.

Tim, the stud for last night's performance, is Frank's older brother, Alan, Tim, Frank and I were close friends through our college years, which just ended two years ago for me. Frank, and his current sex kitten Mary, were staying with us while visiting. Tim lived just a few blocks away, but doesn't have a proper guest room, so Frank stays with us.

"Nothing yet," Frank responds.

"I assume he will remember we have dinner tonight," says Alan.

"Yeah, I bet his schedule (or something) is pretty stiff this morning. But I expect he is working on draining it as we speak," I quip.

"They were sure going at it last night, from what we could hear," says Mary.

"Oh that's right, you could only hear," Alan mumbles, not quite under his breath. I choke a little on the coffee I was sipping.

"What was that?" asks Frank.

"Nothing, nothing. Can you remind him in a bit that we have 6:30 reservations for five at Rick's?" says Alan, quickly changing subjects.

"Ooh, we ate there last time I came up. I loved that place," exclaims Mary.

"Speaking of eating, who wants eggs?" Alan asks.

With this, Alan manages finally to shift the conversation. We enjoy a calm social banter as we eat our brunch a la Alan. During this otherwise relaxing meal, I catch Frank ogling my tits more than once. He, of course, always looks away whenever I notice.

"Should we ask Tim if Audrey wants to come?" asks Alan, as breakfast was winding down..

I answer, "My bet is that she is cumming right about now." Continuing on, "For dinner, if he asks, I wouldn't say no, but I don't want us to get uninvited from Rick's for the rest of time, either."

"Huh?" Frank says, not following my comment.

"It's just a matter of who is eating what at the table or rather eating WHOM on the table," I say, trying to clarify.

"She's just trying to be snarky," clarifies Alan.

"Speaking of which, I better wash that table cloth before anyone tries to eat on it..," I add.

"Already in the laundry room," says Alan.

"So what exactly happened last night?" asks Frank.

"My lips are sealed," says Alan. "You will have to ask Tim."

"Her lips certainly weren't sealed, except maybe with a kiss or a lick," I mutter under my breath. "Or a few thousand licks."

"Sounds like we should have held out longer," says Mary. Frank looks a little uncomfortable with this turn of the conversation.

As I start to clear the dishes from the kitchen table, Frank and Mary get up and move towards the living room. Returning to the edge of the kitchen table closest to the sink, I lean over to reach the rest of the dishes. This position leaves my big butt hanging out right next to Alan. Before Frank and Mary were barely five feet from the table, Alan reaches behind me with his palm on my ass. His fingers soon find my slit, which was still damp from our earlier aborted play.

I start moaning softly and bend over further to give his fingers better access; fingers that are already starting to find all the right places. He was expert at finding my places at just the right time to get me off. As I'm getting closer to that point, I realize that I have leaned far enough forward that the table was pushing the top of my kimono back open. If Frank (or Mary) turn around, they will have a clear view of nearly my entire breasts. Rather than protecting my modesty, I lean farther forward, almost daring them to look.

Suddenly, Alan stops and pulls his hand back, but not before a good swift smack on my ass. Hey that really stung! It also got me reactively standing up, just as Frank turns to see what the noise was. Pretty likely he got a good view of my boobs.

"I promised George I would check the status of the server this morning," Alan smirked. "I'll go do that now."

Bastard! He thinks he's funny. He thinks I don't know half the time he goes into the study to "work" he is really surfing porn. He is probably going to relieve himself after our repeatedly interrupted play this morning.

"Well, I am going to go take my shower," I declare. "You can finish cleaning up, wise guy!"

I dump the last load of dishes into the sink. Bending over into the sink, my already short kimono rides further up, probably giving Frank a clear view of my ass and a good part of my pussy.

I stride off to our suite, having the kimono off before I even get in our door.

I turn the water on, still pissed at Alan. As soon as the water was nice and hot, I step in and let it run over my body. My stress seems to just wash down the drain. I reach up with both hands to knead my breasts and start pinching my nipples. God, this feels good.

My left hand stays on my boobs, while my right hand strays down to my lower lips. I slip my middle finger between the lips and into my love canal. My thumb started strumming my clit. It wasn't going to take me long to reach my sixth orgasm in the last twelve hours.

My legs are getting shaky, so I steal my left hand from my breasts, moving it to the wall of the shower to make sure I don't fall.

And then it happens. I start to quiver all over and I groan, maybe loudly enough to be heard in the other room. I let the relief wash over me as the warm water continues to soothe me.

Then I hear clapping. Looking out of the shower, through the clear glass enclosure, I see Alan applauding.

"How long have you been there perving on me?"

"Long enough. I had come back to apologize for my stunt," Alan said, trying to defend himself. "But I guess you took matters into your own hands, so to speak."

"Apology not accepted. Now run along and leave me in peace to finish my shower and get dressed." I was still pissed at him, maybe more so now.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully. The four of us take a short hike in a local wilderness area and come back to get dressed for dinner.

The exercise had me hungry for food and more. I might be over my pissy-ness from after breakfast, but I was still in an odd mood. I chose the skankiest outfit I thought I could get away with at a fancy restaurant. I chose a blue silk sleeveless blouse. I only button the bottom three buttons. That low, below the bottom of my girls, meant I could not reasonably wear a bra. The blouse was tight enough to pin my large breasts to me, so they won't flop around (too much). My large nipples extruded clearly through the blouse, with my dark areola just faintly visible through the silk.

I paired this blouse (sans bra) with a pair of white capri pants and sandals. The pants were tight enough that any panties would show, so commando as well. This had the side effect of a cameltoe very visible to anyone checking out my crotch.

Alan had quickly thrown on a pair of nice slacks and a dress shirt and headed back out to the living room, so he had no idea what I had ended up wearing. I walk by the guest suite on the way out to the living area -- geez, they are at it again. Mary is insatiable!

Then I get to the living room, where Alan is checking what's on the tube while waiting for the rest of us.

"We might have a few minutes, judging by the sounds I heard," Alan said, never looking up.

"Yeah, they're like rabbits, aren't they," I responded.

At this point, he glanced up and froze. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"You like?" I asked, holding my arms out to the side to emphasize the look.

"Who kidnapped my wife and left you?" Alan asked. (I usually dress fairly conservatively.) "Are you really comfortable wearing that out in public? But yes, I more than like it!"

At that he get up to give me a kiss and started to grope.

I swatted his hand down and verbally scolded him, "Look but don't touch -- you're still on my shit list after that stunt at breakfast. If you are a good enough boy this evening, maybe you can touch tonight."

We hear Frank and Mary coming out of their room and Alan walks past me towards the front door. I swear I heard him singing something that sounded a lot like Hello Mr Blue Balls.

Rick's is only a few blocks walk away. It is a pretty classic steak, seafood, and pasta place, with good food, a nice subdued atmosphere, and a great wine list. Overall, it was fancy without being stuffy about it. Alan and I had been going there pretty regularly recently, developing a taste for expensive wines. Regularly enough that Mike, the maitre'd, knew us by name and the sommelier knew our tastes and was helping us build our wine appreciation.

Mike saw us coming, and was ready to seat us. "Ah, good evening, Alan and Lisa." Then he noticed my outfit (and what he could see through it). "That's a different look for you tonight," he added, looking at me.

"Do you like it?"

"It fits you perfectly, Lisa. Like a glove. You will certainly be the center of attention tonight."

"Thank you, Mike," I replied, choosing to take it as a compliment.

This exchange brought Frank's attention to my outfit (Mary had been distracting him up til now). And his eyes popped out almost as much as Alan's had. Mary was looking at me pretty lustfully, too.

As Mike was leading the four of us to our table, Tim came quickly stumbling up. As we sat at a nice round table in the corner (I sat all the way in the back corner), I notice Tim had a bit of a limp.

"You're limping Tim. Are you alright?" I say to him, trying to raise a reaction.

"I think I just overdid it today a bit," he said, turning a few shades of red. He was always easy to embarrass. We all chose to move on.

As he replied, he also turned to me. It was his turn for his eyes to pop out as he now saw what I was wearing from the front. Guys are so easy.

Peter, our waiter, passed out the menus, which brought everyone's attention back to their own space. Alan and I knew the menu well, so after looking at the daily specials, we made our choices and put down our menus. Alan picked up the wine list.

"Anyone mind if I choose the wines for the table?" asked Alan.

"As long as you are paying, you should get the choice," Frank jokingly replied. Alan and I were easily the best off, financially, out of our crew, so we generally picked up the check for our group dinners, especially at a relatively expensive place like this.

Peter reappeared quickly after everyone had set their menus down. Standing straight across the table from me, he was having a hard time not staring at my boobs.

"If everyone is ready, I'll start," I say. After seeing nods around the table, I continue, "I will have a caprese salad and then the chicken fra diavolo."

He looks to Mary, sitting to my right, who states, "Minestrone soup and the linguini with oysters." Hmm, I would have figured Frank would need the oysters the way they have been going at it.

Peter looks down at Frank, just to his right, who says, "I guess I will have the soup as well and the salmon."

"Is that the minestrone, sir?". Frank nods.

Peter turns to his other side and Tim says, "I'll have the clam chowder and the catch of the day."

Coming back around to Alan, he says, "garden salad, citrus balsamic, a steak au poivre, medium rare, and two plates of bruschetta for the table." That last bit draws an "mmm" from Mary.

"And ask Anthony to step over when he gets a chance."

Anthony, the sommelier, knowing Alan would order the wine, had been hovering, listening in to us order.

"I was thinking a bottle of the Meo-Camuzet Cote D'or Burgundy 2018 and a bottle of the Pighin Pinot Griggio 2022. What do you think," Alan asks the wine expert.

"Sounds good sir. Two red glasses and three white, I assume?"

Alan nods and Anthony scurries off. He takes just a minute to find the requested bottles and bring them over to Alan. Alan looks over the bottle of Pinot Noir, nods and Anthony pours a sip into Alan's glass. Alan tastes the wine carefully and indicates that Anthony should pour a full glass for Alan and me. Alan then looks at the white and has Anthony pour glasses for the other three.

During this ritual, a bus boy brings out the two platters of bruschetta. We each grab a piece, and we sit quietly, crunching and sipping.

Mary asks to try my wine, and after the taste, says she likes the red more. Peter brings over a new glass and fills it with her newly preferred wine.

As we make it through the bruschetta and our first course, Tim, Alan and I are steadily drinking our wine. Frank was never much of a wine drinker and Mary was taking her time with hers. When we do refill hers, it empties the bottle of red. So we order a second bottle, which arrives just as the entrees come. After more refills, Tim, Alan and I are feeling no pain, so our tongues loosen a bit. This brings up the subject of Audrey, who had been almost painfully ignored thus far.

"So is this thing with Audrey going to be real or was she just a one-night stand?" asks Alan.

"Night and morning and afternoon apparently," I quip.

"We are going to have our own nice dinner out tomorrow night to start to see if it's more than just the sex," Tim replies. "Which was great I have to admit."

"WE KNOW!" Alan and I chime in unison. He had managed to ignore my earlier quip, but this made Tim turn bright red.

"We certainly both enjoyed the evening's entertainment," I add.

"Well, it seems to have inspired your fashion this evening," says Tim, trying to regain some of the high ground.