Let 'er ride! The jackpot!
The remainder of Saturday was spent in the suite and in between
our intimate displays of affection for one another, we
planned our last evening's agenda.
After counting and recounting our previous night's
earnings which were considerable, we all decided to deduct
$1000 dollars from the total and use that as a stake for a
return engagement to the blackjack table with Karen as
the player and us as her moral support.
After ordering dinner in, we hit the casino floor at about
8. Karen picked the table and started her play. For the next
4 hours, we were up and down somewhat more down than up, but
still had about $500 dollars left to play with. On the next
hand, she drew a pair and split them. Two face cards and took
a hit on each. She had divided the monies remaining and was
making the appropriate wagers on each hand. Another face
card drawn and she held pat on that turn. A deuce on the other
and she looked at us, take a hit was the concensus. The turn
produced a 9 and we looked at each other in total disbelief.
Bingo, cash us out!
We retired to the suite once again, champagne bottles in
hand and sat cuddling one another on the huge sectional
looking at our good fortune spread out over the glass coffee
table in front of us. The decision was made to hoard it away
for something meaningful that offered us all a future together.
A mutual business project that all three of us could enjoy
and one that would provide security in our new relationship
together.
It was a week later and a female associate familiar to both
my wife and Karen had invited us all to a party that she was
throwing. The girls were looking forward to a Saturday
night out, while I was dreading the thought of it. They were
social by nature and I was, well, let's just say "not"!
It would no doubt be just another meaningless gathering
of people that I didn't know who were their own best
"back-patters", impressed with themselves
beyond belief and how important they thought that they
were. All with a singular but universal question of "What
do you do?" which would be posed almost simultaneously
with the self-righteous introduction of their name to
us/me.
We arrived fashionably late and were warmly greeted by
our hostess and then escorted to the rear deck area to be
introduced to the "hordes" assembled there.
As quickly as possible, I grabbed a drink and retreated
to a secluded part of the deck all by my lonesome. Perfect!
Just when I thought that I was all but anonymous and safe,
a woman, 40 something of above average appearance approached
me and introdced herself as Janice. As expected, the hated
question was not far behind!
I offered that I was in computer graphics figuring that
would seal the deal and she would scurry away in no time flat.
Wrong! Instead, she pressed on with a flurry of follow-up
questions feigning her undivided interest in my ficticious
venture. Without reservation, I offered that I took pictures
of nude females of various ages in various provocative
poses and posted them on a website. That should do it! Within
minutes, she politely retired and I watched as she trapsed
off to join the other "politically correct"
guests. Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of her talking
to other females and they seemed to be staring at me until
I looked at them. Whatever!
In time, Karen and my wife joined me and inquired as to whether
I was having a good time. I laughed uproariously and told
them of my latest indescretion with Janice and they both
lost it asking for the sorted details. I provided them in
detail and then went in search of three refills for our empty
glasses.
On my return, not only were Karen and my wife there, but now
Janice had returned with another female companion. I offered
the girls their drinks and casually inspected Janice again
and her friend. They looked like two peas in a pod, the typical
suburban housewife who drives the mini-van and attends
pilates classes at the health club. Surprisingly, they
seemed to be seriously involved in a question and answer
dialog with the two loves of my life.
I drifted off to the side and just listened. Karen had taken
the lead and was filling their heads with all kinds of generic
but sexually explicit misinformation as to my employ.
Janice and her friend were soaking it all up and intent on
hearing more. My wife had now entered into the conversation
and was weaving her web of fantasy and it started to be almost
believeable even to me. Enough was enough and at the appropriate
moment, I interjected that all the women that posed did
it for free, no financial rewards, none, nada, just for
the joy of exposing themselves! That did it and Janice and
her buddy were off once again.
We were sitting at the kitchen table having Sunday morning
brunch talking about the party when my part-time business
phone rang and the answering machine clicked on. I do take
photos for a couple of realtors when they want virtual tours
of properties that they list. It's sporadic at best,
but pays well when there's work. A voice chimed in after
the message and as the three of us listened we realized that
it was vaguely familiar. It was Janice! The girls had given
her the number at the party to give credence to their tale
and legitimize my business, but never imagined that she
would ever remember it. Well, she did! We just laughed,
finished our meal and made plans for the rest of the day.
It was mid-afternoon and after doing some errands, we had
returned home to enjoy the sun out on the patio. The phone
rang, our home number, and my wife answered it. It was Janice!
From their conversation, it was evident that she had contacted
the party's hostess and got our residential number.
Karen and I heard my wife reply that an hour would be fine
and she hung up. As she walked out onto the patio, she confirmed
that Janice would be coming over in about an hour and we all
now looked at one another in total confusion.
The doorbell rang and Karen went to answer it. She appeared
on the patio followed by not only Janice, but her friend
from the party. I stood saying hello as did my wife and extended
my hand in the direction of two vacant chairs at the table.
I offered them some refreshment, they accepted and I proceeded
to pour them drinks very liberally adding the alcohol.
The conversation was congenial yet slow to get started,
but after the second round of even greater amounts of alcohol
for our guests, their hesitancy had all but disolved. As
they sipped on their third drink, the conversation was
becoming very interesting.
Karen had once again taken the lead on answering their questions
and was now slowly but surely luring them into an ever deeper
sexually revealing trap. It was having a decidedly stimulating
effect on the two guests and they squirmed around uncomfortably
in thier chairs obviously more than a little aroused. My
wife was now also in the swing of things and along with adding
specific details to Karen's responses had repositioned
herself in front of the two women plainly making all of her
feminine attributes open for their attentive viewing
pleasure. She and Karen just smiled demurely at me while
they devilishly conspired to take these two over the edge.
I couldn't take it any longer. I'm really a traditional
and conservative type of guy when it comes to most things
(just doesn't seem to be applicable with respect to
my wife and Karen), but these women were all but on the verge
of loosing it and now putty in my loves' hands. I adamantly
clarified that those who posed for the site were inhibitionless,
free-thinking, very sexually motivated, unconcerned
with the issue of financial restitution and open to exploring
every conceivable sexual option on film. I figured that
should put out the fire! Wrong again!
With these last comments, Janice was the first to react.
She pushed her chair away from the table and stood up at the
same time grabbing the sash that was tied around her waist
that held her wrap-around sundress together. In one swift
motion, she undid it and opened her dress to our full view.
She was wearing nothing underneath but thigh high nylons.
Karen and my wife were both taking sips of their drinks when
Janice unveiled herself and I thought that they were either
going to spit them out all over the table of choke on them.
As though on cue, the other woman also stood up and slipping
the thin straps off her shoulders that suspended her dress,
she let her garment fall free to the patio revealing her
total nakedness.
We all three stared at the two of them for a minute and then
realized that what they had offered for our viewing pleasure
had certainly been well hidden before, but was well worth
the view!
This time Janice's friend was the first to speak and
in almost a pleading tone asked if they could please be part
of the site? I looked at my wife and Karen who were still staring,
no, gawking, at these two women and somehow found the presense
of mind to utter: "We'll discuss it and get back
to you.". The women thanked us, redressed themselves
and then my wife showed them out.
My wife returned, sat down, looked at Karen and I, took a
long drink from her glass and proclaimed:"I think
we just found that business project!".
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