Tuesday morning we got up early and, despite the fact that Nancy was a little sore from the fucking she'd gotten from Adrian the night before, we went for a jog. After showering together and a lot of mutual fondling, we had a light breakfast, talked a little bit about what we expected to happen the next night, and left the house for our jobs.
She called me at my office at about 11:00 a.m. She said that Adrian and Karsten had just stopped by the gallery to chat. Adrian kept giving her we-have-a-secret looks which she found annoying. Karsten told her that all four of the original male models --Adrian, Glen, Gil, and himself -- planned on being at Cal's (that is, my) house the next night. He then asked her if she knew what the "plot" for the session would be. She told both of them that she wasn't sure but thought Cal wanted all four guys involved somehow.
I was called to a meeting just then, so I told her we'd have to talk later and rang off. I tried to imagine what an odd pair Adrian (who's about 6' 3") and Karsten (who's about 5' 6") must've been at the gallery.
We'd talked a little bit earlier about my plans for her, in the character of a gullible eighteenth-century country girl led astray in London by a circle of libertines. In the upcoming session I wanted her to be ravished by them all. But I wanted the ravishment to be organized and directed by Adrian, the alpha male among the libertines. In the scenario I was developing in my mind, the other guys were to take orders from him and she was to be totally submissive.
We spent a quiet Tuesday evening at home. We watched a video, had a few glasses of wine, and went to bed. Our in-bed discussion of her fuck session with Adrian and what we expected to happen the next evening aroused us both and we ended up having great sex. After her second orgasm, she told me I was the best lover she'd ever had. I accepted the praise but wondered if one of the things that made me such a good lover was my willingness to share her with studs like Adrian.
I arranged to work a half-day on Wednesday so I could be home early. When I got home at about 1:30 p.m., my first decision was where I'd stage the session. I wasn't too happy with the living room, which we'd used in the first session, because it was a little too small for what I had in mind. I wanted the third session to seem to be a public place, a place where maybe a dozen men might gather to witness and join in on the ravishment of a county girl.
The best place, I decided, was the studio cabin in our back yard. Since it contained only a platform and a single bed, I needed to carry out some chairs from the house. Before doing that, though, I went out and turned on the space heater to warm up the place. This was November, after all.
So I carried out the kitchen chairs, two chairs from the living room, and another five chairs from the dining room. I placed the chairs in a sort of semi-circle in front of the raised platform, which is about 8' by 6' and 18 inches high. I had more chairs than bodies to sit in them, but the empty chairs would be all right as references for the drawings I'd (probably) end up doing.
Then I brought out two floor lamps, one from the dining room and the other from the living room, to add illumination. Finally, I spread three quilted blankets over the platform for a little padding. If more padding was needed, we could always use the mattress from the single bed.
Between about 4:00 and 5:00 o'clock I sat down at my computer and wrote short instructions for each of the four guys so that each would know roughly what his part was and approximately when he was to perform it. I assigned each of them a role (where they were in the pecking order of libertines, headed by Adrian), but I didn't write down exactly what they would say or do.
Nancy got home at about 5:30 and I brought her out to the studio cabin to show her the set-up. She complained that it was still a little cold out there, so I turned up the space heater.
Then we went back inside. Nancy said she guessed she was ready for tonight. When I showed her the instructions I'd given to the guys, she laughed nervously and said she thought she needed a little courage. So I opened a bottle of pinot noir. Over the next forty-five minutes, she drank most of it while I downed three beers. I guess I was a little anxious about the session, too.
At about 6:45, she started getting into her costume: the loose blouse, the laced bodice over it, the apron, the two petticoats, the white stockings, the garters, and the pointy shoes. She left her street clothes (a blouse, a bra, panties, jeans, etc.) on the floor in a corner of the living room.
The guys arrived in Adrian's car at about 7:10 while Nancy was in the downstairs bathroom applying her make-up and putting her hair up under her servant's cap.
I brought the guys' costumes out to the living room and they quickly changed into them. In their short, tight pants, their frilly white shirts, and wigs, they looked (except for the unfortunate tennis shoes that Gil wore) very much like young eighteenth-century rogues. When they were dressed, I gave each of them a set of instructions. I took Adrian aside and explained in greater detail what I expected of him as head libertine. Being a sort of aggressive guy, he seemed to like the role I'd assigned him.
She'd asked him not to, but I wondered if Adrian had told the others about his fuck session with Nancy two nights earlier. After all, it's not unheard of for guys to brag about their conquests.
When Nancy entered the living room at about 7:30, little Karsten whooped and proclaimed how hot she looked. Adrian made an appreciative noise I can't quite describe. Glen and Gil just leered at her. In fact, my wife looked very, very desirable – a serving wench that an inebriated young male of any age would salivate over.
I took my wife and the four guys outside to the studio cabin and, standing on the platform, explained the dramatic situation once again. The guys downed a beer each and, once they understood what they were about to do, acted as though they were ready.
In Berkeley before leaving for home, I'd purchased multiple packets of condoms in three sizes. I now laid them out on one of the chairs for the guys to pick the ones they liked. Nancy had placed the Astroglide on the floor next to the platform.
Back to the dramatic situation: the young country girl, I told them, has already been seduced by the main libertine, Adrian. She is so love-stricken with him that she will do anything he wants her to. Adrian is rather cruel and decides to demean his conquest by stripping her naked in front of his friends. To make sure she doesn't resist much, he's gotten her drunk. She isn't unconscious (as she supposedly was in last Wednesday's session) and is sexually responsive, but the alcohol has robbed her of the will to resist whatever he wishes to do to her.
Then I had the four guys sit grouped together in three sections (left, center, and right) of the semi-circle of chairs I'd arranged. I asked them to assume relaxed, but varying, poses. From behind them, I took photos of them sitting in each section. Later I could combine the photos to make it appear that there were twelve men instead of four seated in front of the platform. Since it was for my reference purposes only, it didn't need to be a very convincing fake.
