(Please note that this is the continuation of a tale begun in “Three fantasies for Halloween” and “Post Halloween Party”. Readers may want to read those earlier tales, though this story should also make sense on its own)
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Time really does fly by when you have sweet memories of incredible love-making to keep your mood up. It was great when my wife Joanna returned from her trip and I was thrilled to see her (as I showed her repeatedly) but part of my excitement was fueled by the incredible images in my mind of my best friend David’s wife, Monica, in some of the wild and varied positions I had seen her in (and joined her in) recently. And although, one might expect that I would feel some guilt about my threesome with David and Monica, I really didn’t at all – as I anticipated our imminent plot to bring Joanna into our arrangement.
At last, the day of reckoning came when David and Monica went off for a week-long trip to Maine. As was our usual arrangement, I would take care of their house and cat in their absence and that is when our subterfuge would begin. It was a Friday night and our kids had once again left us alone, so Joanna and I were enjoying a late meal and some wine. Because of our recently rejuvenated sex life, I could tell that Joanna was a little frisky so I began to kiss her neck and rub her leg as we sat on the coach in our home. She responded with a soft purr, and grabbed my hand to begin leading me upstairs.
“Wait a minute, Jo,” I said. “I have to go out and take care of David’s place. Why don’t you come with me?” It was an innocent question, but I held my breath as I waited for her response. A refusal would render the entire plan void.
“Sure, honey,” she said. “It’s more fun to do chores like that with someone than to have to suffer alone. Let’s go!”
Now I had no intent of doing ANYTHING alone – either this evening or for a long time into the future – but Joanna had no idea about that. I was thrilled that she was moving closer to the set-up and I let her know this by again rubbing her leg as we drove to David and Monica’s house. We entered through the garage, disabled the alarm, and began to rummage around the house – feeding the cat and switching a few different lights on and off to create the illusion of occupancy. I didn’t know exactly how Monica and David had arranged this part of the plan so I kept Joanna with me as I went from room to room. As we entered the master bedroom, I saw that Monica’s dresser drawers were unusually open and messy. (As you may recall, I have inspected these quarters many times on my previous trips through the house.) In particular, her lingerie drawer was quite a mess as stockings were draped over the edge and hung down towards the floor. I picked one up and held it out to Joanna.
“Hey, Jo, you would look awfully good in a pair of these,” I kidded. “It’s nice to know that Monica and you have the same taste in evening attire.”
“Jimmy, don’t be poking around in there. That’s private,” she responded, although her rebuke lacked real conviction. If there is a little voyeur in all of us, it seemed like that streak in Joanna had just been tapped. I took a chance and continued my rummaging in the drawer.
“Monica wouldn’t mind – you know she has a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in her. As do YOU, I might add – although you confine it to the home,” I laughed. Joanna was more than willing to entertain me with sexy outfits and sexy dances when the mood struck her. So far, though, she was unwilling to spread our games to the external world.
I reached deeper into the drawer and pulled out a very sexy, nearly transparent bustierre. As Joanna was quite a bit bigger than Monica it would never have fit her but the suggestiveness of the material was obvious. “I will buy you one of these if you promise to wear it tonight,” I kidded. Joanna moved closer to the drawer and reached down below the first level of panties. “Well, well,” she said, “I wonder it this gets much use.” She held the small silver vibrator up and switched it on. It gave off a strong, throbbing hum. “Must be new batteries.”
Joanna laughed as she replaced the item in the drawer. “Come on, Jimmy, we should get out of here. This is their room and I’m sure they don’t want us invading their privacy. They would never do that to us.”
“I’ll bet they would, Jo,” I replied. “It’s human nature to be curious about the behavior of others, especially good friends. Besides, it isn’t as if we didn’t know that they weren’t exactly clerics.”
We left the bedroom and continued our tour through the rest of the house. The final room we entered was the party room over the garage which had been the scene of my two tremendous sessions with Monica and David. “Do you want a drink, Jo,” I asked as I headed behind the bar. “I know that David wouldn’t mind our partaking as payment for our work.” I fixed us both a vodka and grapefruit and settled over by the couch. Again, it was a critical time as I attempted to finesse Joanna further into our trap. I switched on the TV and the screen remained blank. I flicked it on and off with the remote control and then walked closer to the screen to switch it manually. As I did, I noticed the video recorder plugged into the ports in the front. The recorder itself was laying on the floor next to the TV. Unlike our previously discussed plan, apparently Monica and David felt that we should watch the tape right there in their room. Joanna didn’t really pay attention to my actions until I pushed play and the previously dark screen came alive with a close-up of Monica’s face.
“I know what you want, David – and I intend to give it to you,” Monica said on screen. The camera angle pulled back on Monica until she was revealed in all of her glory, complete with yet another one of her seemingly unlimited lingerie sets. This one was a modified French maid’s get-up with fishnet stockings and push-up bra. Monica twirled around for the camera and you could hear David voicing his encouragement off camera. I looked over at Joanna who looked at the screen and then glanced over at me. I saw the confusion and the conflicted emotions in her eyes as her mind was faced with the same issue we had just addressed upstairs – voyeuristic curiosity vs. concerns of privacy. She wanted to make me turn off the tape but part of her also wanted to see what our friends do in private. I knew I had to strike preemptively.
“Hot Damn! This is better than the Red Sox,” I said, as I moved back to the couch and sat next to Joanna. I took a sip of my drink and turned towards her, expecting the pro forma argument in favor of turning the TV off. She started to speak and than stopped as she looked at the screen. Monica had dropped to her knees and began to pull at the front of David’s pants. It was clear from Joanna’s expression that we had reached a point of no return as her curiosity at seeing David’s penis more than overcame her moral misgivings about watching the action. As Monica started to swallow David’s member, Joanna’s started to swallow up the television and her response to my comment was lost forever. We both followed the action on screen and I could tell Joanna’s reaction as she jumped slightly as I put my hand on her leg.