by BrettJ Β© 2013
Candy Collins was a very sexy young woman and she wanted to stay that way. Sexual urges flowed through her body like water. She could have had sex 10 times a day and gone for 11. It went from her toenails to the top of her head.
Candy had been fortunate to have a man in her life who "got" her in almost every way. The tall, dark-haired Michael knew how much his lover liked sex and being virile and horny himself, he kept up with his gorgeous blonde girlfriend. There was nothing the slender blonde could dish out that Michael could not take.
In their five years as lovers, Candy had proved to be very broad-minded. Michael had flirted with her friend Carrie at a Christmas party. Because she knew it was harmless, instead of getting jealous, Candy had done just the opposite.
On New Year's Eve, Candy came downstairs in a killer red dress and matching red stiletto heels. If the dress had been painted on to her beautiful body, it couldn't have clung any tighter. The heels were at least 4 inches and more likely, closer to five. Her hair had been styled and her makeup was perfect. She told her man to go upstairs and get changed into the suit she had laid out on the bed. Michael didn't understand. She had told him they were staying in that night.
When he came back downstairs, he got a very pleasant surprise. Candy and Carrie were standing at the foot of the stairs with their arms around each other's waist. "I didn't think you'd mind
two
dates tonight," she told him. Carrie was wearing a very elegant black dress with a high slit on one side. She looked as beautiful as his lover, not that Michael was foolish enough to tell Candy that. He did tell Carrie it was nice to see her and that she looked great. He linked arms with both women and they went into the dining room to have their meal. Michael always prepared their special meals as he had once had ambitions of being a chef and took great pleasure is showing his culinary skills.
The two young women continually raved about the meal, a lovely roast beef with all the fixings. Michael loved that his lover could eat so much food and never gain an ounce. She constantly reminded him that she had her own ways of working it off. As he was an eager participant in most of those ways, he never voiced any objections.
Michael was finding it difficult to concentrate on eating his meal, because every so often, a heeled foot would rub against his ankles. At first he thought it was Candy, but then he couldn't be sure. Both his dates wore enigmatic little smiles. It could have been both of them; he knew Candy wouldn't have minded Carrie's flirtations. She didn't have a jealous bone in her lovely body.
As he cleared away the dinner dishes, the two women went into the living room. He could hear them laughing and low murmurs and wondered if that boded well for him. Candy was up to something, he had been with her long enough to sense it. Exactly what, he didn't know that yet, but it was likely to be something pleasurable. He knew he didn't dare hope for what all men want when they're with two gorgeous women, because Candy had never expressed interest in other women. Carrie was gorgeous, but there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell Candy would ever allow him to fuck her friend.
Shaking that thought from his head, Michael got out three champagne flutes and poured some beautifully chilled champagne into each. He walked into the living room and handed each lady a glass and toasted the evening. "So, what were you two beauties laughing about?" He asked. For some reason, that seemed to bring on another fit of the giggles. "Did I say something funny?" He asked Candy.
"No, not really," Candy tittered. She looked at Carrie and smiled. "Well, do you want to tell him or shall I?"
"You tell him, I'm not sure I can be as forthcoming as you," Carrie grinned. Michael once again sensed that something was going on that he wasn't privy to.
Candy nodded. "Carrie was talking about her ex and she said he was only so-so in bed and that was because he had a tiny cock. I told her I hadn't experienced either problem with you. Then she asked if she could try it out sometime. She said it was only fair because I had dated Stuart before she did," Candy smiled. "So, I told her that it was up to you. If you wanted to fuck Carrie, the two of you could go right ahead. I've secretly wanted to watch you fuck another woman for years, I'm a bit of a voyeur."
What Michael had hoped for was now actually happening. He wondered if it might be a put-on, although that wasn't like Candy. Besides, it wasn't April Fool's Day, it was New Year's. "Babe, are you suggesting we have a threesome?"
"Not entirely," Candy smiled as she took his hand. On the other side of Michael, Carrie linked her arm through his. "I've got a few fetishes I've never told you about and one of them is voyeurism. I've always wanted to watch two people fuck. I don't know yet if I want to join in, but I damned sure want to watch."
Michael turned to Carrie and looked into her deep brown eyes. "You're okay with all of this?"
The delectable brunette looked at him and smiled. "Oh, yet bet I am, handsome." Leaning close, she whispered in Michael's ear. "Just between us, I'm hoping Candy will join in. I've wanted to make it with her for years."
When they were in the bedroom, Candy announced "Carrie has a little surprise for you. Show him, okay babe?"
Carrie nodded and began sliding the dress off of her body. Underneath, her lingerie was all slippery and shiny. "It's made of PVC, it's one of
my