Reading Lisa's new e-mail, I knew that it would have to be now or never. We had been communicating for nearly a year now and for the last two months we had been discussing the possibility of meeting. We both knew what that meeting would consist of: Sex and more sex.
When Lisa had first written to me, I had the sense that she was not completely happy with her life. Slowly, over time she began to confide in me. Her husband (who had remained nameless) was terribly unfaithful, not even having the decency to lie about his affairs anymore and even having his latest girlfriend pick him up from their home. Lisa had found comfort and solace in a close friend, Jillian, who at first had offered her a shoulder to cry on and later had offered her the rest of her body as well. Lisa had told me that for a while she was confused; not since high school had she thought about sex with another woman, but it all seemed so natural - so wonderfully good to feel loved and wanted again.
Every week an e-mail from my friend arrived. It seemed obvious that her relationship with Jillian was bringing her out of herself and making her more confident. She would go into great detail in her letters describing in the most colourful terms the intricacies of their sexual adventures together and telling me of how she wanted to make her husband pay for the humiliation that she had suffered at his hands. Every letter I read made me more and more excited and caused my prick to throb and swell. It was difficult to stop thinking about her.
And then, a couple of months ago, a letter arrived with an attachment - two photographs. My hands sweated and trembled on the keyboard as I down loaded them. Could it be? The impossible dream! The screen flashed and settled as the first picture opened. Two attractive women stared out at me smiling. Both were dressed but both had opened their shirts at the front to reveal their breasts. The woman on the right was slightly shorter than the other with shortish dark hair and an olive complexion (I knew this must be Lisa as she had told me what she looked like some weeks before). I guessed the other woman to be Jillian; a tall, striking blonde with paler skin and a large pair of breasts. I knew the photograph must be real because both women were holding a newspaper that was only two days old and the message "Hi Bob" was scrawled across the front using a thick, black marker. It was then that I'd made my decision: I was going to get on a plane!
I recognised both Lisa and Jillian as soon as I came through the arrivals gate. They both smiled and waved to me as I let myself be known to them (apart from an e-mailed written description, they had no idea what I looked like!). Fortunately there was no awkward silences between us. Although Jillian and I had never actually corresponded, Lisa had told me that they often read my letters together so she knew all about me. I felt a sudden stab of embarrassment as I suddenly realised that I too had bared my soul in the letters and that these two women knew more about me than just about anyone else - including my ex- wife!
"Car's parked in the lot, Bob." Lisa whispered as she slipped her arm through mine and led me towards the exit. Jillian did the same on the other side making me look and feel like the luckiest guy on earth!
"We booked a suite at the Hilton." Lisa said as she and Jillian got into the front of the Jeep. This left me to stretch out nicely in the back.
"Great" I replied "But I don't really feel tired right now!"
Lisa and Jillian turned to face me, both their faces broke into wide smiles.
"That's what we hoped, Bob!" Jillian giggled. "Today we are all yours - as long as you help us with a favour."
With that, both women opened the front of their shirts again and exposed the same breasts that I had seen and ogled in the photograph's some weeks before. I sat stunned but with a growing excitement.
"You like?" giggled Lisa as she toyed idly with a rapidly stiffening nipple.
Eventually I managed to locate my voice which, for reasons best known to itself, seemed to have popped out for a few moments.
"Of course I like!" I stuttered my response. "I'd have to be dead not to like them!"
"Well, my husband is certainly not dead," replied Lisa in an acid tone, "but he never seems to give a shit! He hasn't come near me for months, he just screws around with a bunch of young sluts that think the sun shines out of his ass! I actually found one of them in our bed the other morning after I came back from the night-shift. Shit! She was young enough to be his daughter."
I remained silent. It occurred to me that anything I was likely to say wouldn't help much.
"That's why we want you to help us, Bob." Said Jillian, standing up for her friend and lover. "At this moment Lisa's old man, Richard is tied, unconscious to a chair in the hotel room. He's only been drugged and should come round in about an hour. We want you to have sex with both of us, Bob, you know that, but especially with Lisa and especially with her husband watching! We want to teach him a lesson. We want him to know what that sort of humiliation is like."
With two topless women pleading with me and basically letting me know I could do anything I liked to them, how could I refuse. I'm a big guy anyway; fit and quite strong so the thought of a confrontation with Lisa's husband didn't worry me at all. I leaned forward and kissed each of the four nipples that were in front of me. I smiled. Of course I would help them!
As we entered the opulent suite on the twentieth floor of the Hilton, the first thing I saw was a huge bed that dominated the centre of the room and the next thing I saw was a smallish, greying man slumped in a chair that had obviously been positioned so that the occupant could clearly see anything that happened on the bed. Richard was still out cold and was bound (very securely it looked) wrists and ankles to the frame of the chair. A length of duct tape had been stretched over his mouth effectively gagging any sound that he was likely to make.
Lisa and Jillian weren't wasting any time. I watched as they quickly stripped off their street clothes leaving a trail of shirts, skirts, panties and shoes as finally they both sat naked on the bed. Lisa reached for her purse and removed a small bottle.
"Smelling salts." she explained with a giggle.
Wafting the bottle under Richard's nose Lisa released the taped gag for a moment and Richard soon came spluttering and coughing to returned consciousness. At first his eyes seemed to reject the sight of the two naked women in front of him and then, as he saw me as well, he slowly became more angry.
"Wh...wh...what?" he stammered. "Lisa...what the.....what's going on you little bitch!"
I watched his face become more and more flushed as he began to struggle against his bonds.
"Let me fucking go!" he shouted, his rage building. I thought that I had better intervene before someone overheard him and complained to the management. It would be such a shame, I thought, to spoil this little adventure before it really got started.
"I don't suppose you know me, Richard," I addressed him evenly, "but I know all about you and your pathetic little affairs. Lisa - your wife and my friend - has suffered great humiliation and is determined to make you realise what you have put her through."
I could see the fear in his eyes and quickly reassured him.
"Nobody is going to hurt you, so just keep still and quiet and let Lisa have her fun. You never know, you might actually learn something!"
"B...b...but what are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do?" I replied incredulously, "I'm going to fuck your wife, of course! I'm going to fuck her and her friend and your going to watch it all happen right here in front of you. Perhaps then you'll feel a little different about letting your wife find your girlfriend in the marital bed!"
"I..I..I'm sorry Lisa, honey. I just -"