CHAPTER 6: DOUBLED PLEASURES
I was at my desk at work studying a new federal guideline affecting corporations like ours that cross state lines. It was mid-week in the afternoon when my smartphone dinged indicating a new text had arrived. I absently picked my business phone up, woke the screen up, and saw nothing. I did the same with my personal phone and pushed the message icon. Travis. My heart jumped. Our time together orbited around only sex. That was our relationship. Due to conflicts in our schedules, it had been a week and a half since we had been together.
I checked the open door to my office even though I would be the only one able to see the screen. I touched his message and read: 'Ready to explore more about being a s**t? My place Sat to Sun? Invite my friend?'.
I stared at the screen. Being a slut. Our earlier conversation came rushing back to me. It was the reason a week and a half had seemed like forever. I felt my body flush with an unbidden response. Overnight was nothing new. Including a friend? He was asking, considering my control. My own mind argued his case. Wouldn't a woman who professed to be addicted to cock, orgasms, and cum also accept being shared? A shiver coursed through me.
"Everything okay, Ms. Wilson?" I looked up at my administrative assistant standing at the open door.
I nodded. "A ... a friend asking ... if I could visit."
"Dan Johnson has arrived for his appointment." I told her to give me a minute so I could take care of my friend.
I opened the text reply and hesitated. It's what I want, right? Now two cocks. What a slut. A smile creased my face. That's right. I trust Travis to help me explore being that. I quickly tapped out my reply: 'S**t, yes. Sat, yes. Friend ... yes'.
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Our understanding was that I arrived in the afternoon. No specific time. He left the front door unlocked for me. I was excited and nervous when I arrived. Excited to be with Travis, again. Nervous to be including his friend, a stranger.
I dropped my overnight bag at the front door and found Travis in the kitchen. It appeared he was planning on grilling dinner.
He turned at hearing me approach. "You're dressed."
I stood fixed in place as he went back to finishing the salad fixing he had been preparing. It was a simple comment carrying weighty implications. It had become expected that I stripped naked upon entering his house. After all, there was only one reason that I would be in his house.
"Your friend ...." I began but didn't get to finish.
"Yes," Travis injected as he turned to face me. "My friend, Tom, is expecting to find a slut to fuck." Holy crap. This is what I agreed to, but ... He stepped to me, took me in his arms, and held me. Instantly, I felt his strength and reassurance. Some of my nervousness dissolved. "He knows nothing personal about you except your first name. I told him you were a beautiful white woman who was a little older than us and wanted to explore what it was to be a slut. I told him you were special to me and to be respected." He parted us, "Used but respected." A smile spread across his face. "Okay?" I nodded and gulped down the nerves rising within me. He turned me and patted my butt. "I'll call him to let him know you've arrived. Put your stuff in the bedroom."
He didn't have to repeat the other expectation: I was to get naked.
I don't know what I expected to happen, but when the front doorbell chimed, Travis sent me to answer it. I peeked out but realized I had no idea what his friend looked like. This could just as well be some stranger. I sucked in a deep breath in a futile effort to calm myself and opened the door.
"I sure hope you're Tom," I said as I stood naked before him. I quickly appraised the man before me as he was doing to me. He was about the same size as Travis in nearly every way. A thought flashed through my mind: I wondered if he was in EVERY way? Okay, maybe I am turning into a slut.
He laughed. "Well, this would be a hell of a greeting to someone who just stopped to invite you to their church. You have to be Tessa."
I smiled and nodded, feeling a bit of relief by his ability to joke but still nervous with the obvious implication of my greeting. I hadn't heard Travis coming up behind me but I did notice Tom's eyes shift over my shoulder. Suddenly, one black hand wrapped around me to capture a bare breast as the other held me by the stomach and pulled my body back into his.
Tom's eyes watched as Travis fondled me as we stood in the entryway. "When you called about this," Tom said softly as he watched his friend caress and fondle my naked white flesh, "I thought you were pulling my chain."
"No," Travis replied as he bent over nuzzling my neck, his other hand sliding to between my thighs which seemed to open to him with a mind of their own. "No, it seems Tessa, surprising even to her, loves cock and orgasms. We're looking to see just how much. That's still what you want, Tessa? Haven't changed your mind?"
My eyes were fixed on Tom. It was embarrassing to be naked and so openly fondled in front of this man I had just met. It was also extremely arousing. This was the exhibitionism Travis talked about. He was giving his friend graphic proof of my willingness. I gasped as his finger slid along my slit. Travis had the proof of my arousal by the wetness his finger encountered. "Yes ... no ..." I shook my head to clear it to be coherent. "Yes, I want to know and, no, I definitely haven't changed my mind." I knew I was blushing ... profusely. Openly displayed, I was professing a desire to be used by them both.