As Brad and Janet laughed, and Helen's high-heeled footsteps clip-clopped quickly down the stairs, I couldn't take my eyes off Janet's miniature, atomic sex-bomb of a body.
Five foot tall, wavy, shoulder length raven-black hair, with skin as white as baby powder, Janet's tits were round and full, and just a tad bigger than cantaloupes, but looked like watermelons on her tiny frame. Her areolae, darker and larger than normal, jumped out on the pale, white skin of her beautiful breasts and the nipples themselves were even larger than Helen's. They protruded out like two brown,.45 caliber bullets.
She had a minuscule waist, wide hips, and a huge unshaven - almost unruly - bush of black, curly hair that contrasted dramatically against her alabaster skin.
Her pussy mound bulged out and the dark meat of her vagina lips actually hung out beneath her black, curly bush like two thick slabs of roast beef.
It was a shocking sight and would have been disgusting if it weren't on such a beautiful and sexy girl. Instead of me being repulsed, however, I had the exact opposite reaction. I wanted to fuck her meaty, hairy and nasty looking snatch raw, right there on the kitchen floor.
Helen burst into the kitchen and stopped, mouth agape, witnessing the scene.
"Holy shit!" She shouted.
Brad and Janet renewed their fits of laughter.
Helen had prepared and dressed herself in an entire ensemble of lingerie, and she looked amazing.
She wore a white corset, white panties, white fishnets, white high-heels, a white choker and white gauntlets. Over the whole outfit, she wore a see-through, chiffon and lace three-quarter length robe. Her make-up was meticulously but lightly applied, black eyeliner and pink lipstick the most prominent features.
Janet, I don't think, had on any make-up at all. She could have been wearing fake eyelashes they were so long and dark, but if so I had never seen her not wearing them.
Helen put her hands on her hips, frowning. She said, "Nice. I guess you just wanted to hurry up and fuck."
Janet nodded, her laughter trailing off. "Yes, I did. Who needs clothes? Let's get this party going."
"Well, then," I said, ripping off my shirt. "Why don't we all get naked, sit down and have a few drinks? We need to talk about the rules."
"Rules?" Janet said. "There are rules?"
Brad began throwing off his clothes, too.
Helen frowned. "Do you all realize how long it just took me to get dressed?"
"And you look amazing, Sweetheart. Now strip."
"You do look great," Brad said, pulling down his boxers with his jeans, and exposing his penis to my wife for the first time.
Helen's eyes widened, looking impressed with Brad's substantial cock. It bounced and wagged at nearly full mast as he got undressed.
Brad noticed her gawking and smirked proudly, flexing his arm and thigh muscles as he stood a little taller before her, showing off his naked, herculean physique.
He truly was a specimen, and a bit full of himself.
Helen seemed delighted. She smiled back at Brad, and quickly began shedding her lingerie.
We all watched Helen undress, and I could see Brad go from gloating over his own body to being awed by hers.
Helen had, by far, the sexiest female form I have ever seen. She had Sophia Lorens's big, perky tits, Marilyn Monroe's wholesome shape and Jenifer Lopez's thumping ass, yet she was slightly athletic looking with good muscle definition, but soft, feminine padding in all the right places. Without a stretch mark on her, except for her child bearing wide hips, she did not look like a mother of three.
Her pussy had been freshly shaven, with no stubble left from the night before, and sporting just a small, neatly trimmed 'landing strip' on her prominent pussy mound. Unlike Janet's brown and beefy mess, her pink, full pussy lips protruded moderately and neatly below.
Brad looked visibly shaken as he beheld her naked for the first time.
"Okay," I said, clapping, "The bar is open. What's everyone having?"
We all sat at the kitchen table, completely naked with fresh drinks in front of us. Helen lit up a joint, and took a huge hit. She coughed and passed it to Janet.
I tapped the pen on the note pad and read my first question. "Do we need a safe word?"
Janet giggled. "Fuck that."
I smiled, as Janet took a dainty hit off the joint, squinting at the smoke.
"Sometimes, Janet," I explained, "Women say no, but they don't really mean no."
"If I say no," Janet said, letting out a little laugh and some smoke, "I fucking mean no. Not that I'll be saying no."
"Okay," I said, "I guess we can skip my list of possible safe words, then."
"What were they?" Brad asked, shrugging as he took the joint from his wife. "Just curious."
"It doesn't matter. Janet already--"
"No," Helen said, smiling, "I'm curious, too."
I took a sip of my bourbon and coke, not thrilled at sharing, but all three smiled at me and waited, expecting to laugh at my choices.
"Okay," I said, "I have three, but one of them's just a joke."
Brad, still holding in a big hit from the joint, tried to offer it to me. I took it from him and passed it across the table to Helen.
"What's the joke word?" Helen asked, taking the joint from me.
I smiled and said, "Antidisestablishmentarianism." I chuckled and looked around. Helen's and Brad's faces were blank. Janet sneered at me. "Huh?" she said, "Anti-what?"
I chuckled a little more, picturing my cock in her ass as she was struggling to say it.
"That's not funny," Helen said.
"Yes, it is," I said, still snickering. "You just don't get it."
"I get it. The word's too long to pronounce. It's just not funny." Helen took a long drag off the joint.
"Yeah," Brad said, "She's right. That isn't funny."
My pride hurt, I said, "Well one of you try and come up with a funny one, then. It's not as easy as--"
"Rubber Chicken," Janet said.
They all laughed.
"Beetlejuice," Brad quipped, and they all laughed again."
Helen yelled out, "Mother Theresa!"
All three of them laughed harder than ever.
"Okay, okay," I said, frowning. "I have a couple real ones for you here. Do you want to hear them or not?"
Their laughter trailed off into a spattering of giggles, as Janet took another dainty hit off the joint.
"Sure," Helen said. She sipped her Schnapps.
"Red," I said, looking around. "Like red for stop. It's a popular safe word people use..."
"Why not just say stop?" Janet asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. What the fuck. It's a safe word. I never used this shit before. I have no idea."
"The hell with safe words," Helen said. "What's next on your list, Harry?"
"Okay, do you guys want to plan what we do, or just start messing around and go with the flow?"
