Roxanne raised her head. Her partner, eyes closed, moaned in response to Roxanne's talented tongue.

"Do you like that, dear?"

"Fuck yes," she replied. Her brown hair was tousled and damp. Makeup, once put on expertly, now was a smudged and streaked mess. Her thighs trembled, partly due to fatigue and partly to desire. She had not felt like this in years. Her husband, once her passionate lover, was now a familiar friend. She couldn't remember the last time she had sex. He probably asked for it, since her desire had waned. Until she met Roxanne.

Rapidly flicking her tongue on the swollen, red clit, Roxanne slid a finger into the puckered star just beneath her lips. She managed to get to her middle knuckle before the walls clenched on her digit.

"Oh, shit! Wha...oh...oh...damn, that feels really good. God, you are a bitch!"

"Mhm," Roxanne murmured, her mouth firmly locked onto her partner's slick pussy. The clenched walls relaxed and Roxanne's digit slid all the way in. She wriggled it, up and down and side to side.

"Holy fuck! Ahh...goddammit!"

"Want me to stop, dear?" Roxanne raised her head, juices dripping from her chin. She ran her elegant tongue around her lips and captured some of the precious liquid. "Mmm, so sweet."

"No, please don't stop. I haven't felt this good in, god I can't remember. Please, I want to, fuck, I need to, cum. Please..." she implored, begged, pleaded with so much need in her voice.

"Hey, can we join in?" a voice from the doorway interrupted. Roxanne looked over and spied Claire and Brenna. Without waiting for an answer, they quickly shed their clothes and crawled onto the bed.

"Mmm, nice to see you both. Of course you can join, although to say no now would be of little use..."

Claire and Brenna moved over to the tousled head of brown hair. "Hi, I'm Claire. And you are?"

Roxanne stopped, eliciting a groan of frustration from her companion. "My dears, this is a dear companion of mine. She also happens to be my designer. May I introduce...Nancy."

Brenna reached over and paused, right above Nancy. She slowly lowered her head and pressed her lips gently onto Nancy's. "Nice to meet you, Nancy," Brenna murmured as she broke the kiss.

Mmm, Nancy thought. So I finally meet a few of Roxanne's playthings. So young and firm. God, they are almost perfect, she mused. I bet they taste sweet. She ran her hand across Brenna's cheek. Brenna responded by sucking the tip of Nancy's finger into her mouth. A smile played across both of their lips. Brenna giggled.

"I like her, Roxanne. She is sexy."

Nancy blushed. She was more than twice as old as either of the young, firm pieces of flesh before her. Roxanne was fifteen years her junior but was a perfect physical specimen. She felt like the ugly duckling amongst these bodies where gravity had no claim yet.

Roxanne continued her assault on Nancy’s slick lips and asshole. Brenna’s tongue danced in Nancy’s mouth. Claire took a nipple and sucked and nibbled on it. In mere moments, she succumbed to the onslaught. Her orgasm ripped through her body like a tidal wave, building until it overwhelmed her senses.

“Oh. My. God. I have never cum like that. Ever.” Nancy smiled and caressed Brenna’s cheek, then Claire’s.

“So, you like my playmates?” Roxanne continued swabbing her cheeks with her fingers and licking the juices off them.

“Yes, very much so. I have been kind of sexless for so long. I tired of sex with my husband. I can’t totally blame him. I just had been so occupied with my career and other stuff that I felt I no longer needed sex. I know he wasn’t happy, but he didn’t complain. Much. I could see it in his eyes, though.”

Claire and Brenna moved over to the side began a torrid 69. Sounds of slurping and moaning floated in the background. Nancy laughed.

“I guess they were just getting warmed up.”

“Yes, they are young and insatiable. My new male friend has enjoyed both of them, repeatedly.” Roxanne moved up and cupped Nancy’s breast. She flicked her nipple, eliciting a gasp. Rubbing her thumb across the tip, she continued. “He is well endowed. He took both of their cherries, vaginal as well as anal. With my consent, of course.”

Nancy groaned at the manipulation of her swollen nipple. She knew how demanding Roxanne was, as a client as well as a sexual partner. It had only been a few months since she was hired to redecorate her office and now, she was a frequent visitor to Roxanne’s bed. “He sounds wonderful. I haven’t been interested in men for a while, to my husband’s chagrin, but I could make an exception…”

“Well, we shall see…”, Roxanne laughed as she twisted the pink nub. Another groan, this one more intense than the last escaped Nancy’s lips. “I may be able to arrange that.”

For the next several hours, pussies were tongue-lashed, nipples were assaulted and assholes were invaded by wriggling fingers. Juices flowed freely. Every participant orgasmed so many times that no one could remember the total count. Roxanne’s toy box was used to excess. Items of all sizes and materials were inserted into all orifices. The sheets were soaked.

In the end, they all collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, asses and ripe breasts. It resembled the end of a long porn shoot. In the corners of the ceiling, little red lights glowed on the hidden cameras.

Tom accelerated his black Q8 and changed lanes. He was about halfway to the airport. Paisley was arriving. He thought about the past few days.

The actions of the past few days played about his mind as he drove. First, his time with Kianna. Her sexual bucket list was a lot shorter now. After her initial fucking, vaginal and anal, they explored many more options. Missionary, with her legs hooked over his shoulders. Doggy style, his thighs slapping her ass cheeks. Reverse cowgirl, watching her ass bounce up and down as his thick shaft plunged into her wet cunt. Standing, which excited Kianna to no end. She was impressed that he could lift her, but that turned into unbridled lust as he gripped her ass and bounced her on his cock. She came twice before he filled her with his load. And then there was the session on the balcony, where that older couple from the lounge walked past below. The wife turned her head, but the husband kept his eyes glued to them as Tom plunged into Kianna’s pussy and she screamed, “I’m cumming!”

Next, Paisley contacted him on Lush. After viewing her video, he really wanted to talk to her. After a lot of back and forth ribbing and sexual teasing, she dropped the bombshell. She wanted to meet.

She had to be kidding, he had thought. Another Lush playmate wanted to meet? First Roxanne, who had fucked him silly and introduced him to Claire and Brenna. Then Kianna, who had worn him out with her sexual bucket list and never-ending enthusiasm and energy. Now, the one who had started him on this journey wanted to meet. And he would see her in the flesh in about thirty minutes. The image of her sitting in her bed, breasts sitting perfectly on her chest, nipples erect and pussy glistening.

Tom’s stomach was in knots. The first passengers came through the doorway. An elderly couple, two young girls, a businessman in a suit. Thump, thump, thump…Tom’s stomach flopped and flipped. Relax, he told himself. She wants to see you.

There. A petite brunette walked through the doorway, carrying a backpack. Wearing a Packers cap. Grey sweatshirt and black yoga pants. White running shoes. Tom walked towards her.

He was almost on top of her when she looked up. A moment, which seemed like an eternity, then her eyes went wide. She squealed and jumped into his arms. Tom caught her, not expecting this reaction. Her cap went flying backwards as her lips sought his. A mother with two young kids in tow bumped into them, forcing Tom to take a step back, but he did not break the kiss. Tongues danced and the sexual heat was undeniable.

“Hey, stud,” Paisley panted as their lips separated. Her eyes were sparkling and a smirk played about her wet lips.

“Hey yourself. I was going to ask how your flight was, but now I think that might be irrelevant.” Tom set her down, gently but kept his hands around her waist.

Paisley looked up into Tom’s eyes. “It was fine. Long. And a kid behind me kept kicking the back of my seat from Lincoln to Vegas.”

“Well, let’s retrieve your luggage and get back to my house.” Tom took her by the hand and led Paisley to baggage claim.

They picked up her bag after a short wait made their way to Tom’s car.

“Aren’t you parked in the lot?” Paisley asked as Tom veered right when she headed left.

“No, sweetie. I always valet.” Tom headed to the valet kiosk.

“Hmm, fancy…”

Tom had used the app and his car was waiting for them. He slipped the valet a tip as he was handed the keys. Paisley’s bag was loaded into the back as she settled into the passenger seat.

“Nice car. I haven’t seen this one before. Audi Q8? It’s gorgeous!” She looked around the cockpit. Grey suede, black leather and black polished hardwood made up the surfaces.

“Thanks. I like it.” Tom grinned as he pushed the starter and the engine purred to life.

“Hell yeah. Blacked out is definitely the way to go. I love it.” Paisley ran her hand over the dash and the seat.

“Push the square button at the base of your seat.” Tom negotiated the exit and pulled onto the street.

Paisley pushed the button. The seat came alive, massaging her back and shoulders with rhythmic strokes. “You are kidding me…ahh, that feels so good. Massage seats? Damn, Tom, you are not just the average guy I date, are you?” She leaned back as her seat hit all of the tense spots made stiff by the long flight.

Chuckling, Tom said, “Well, I am not twenty-four. I have been around and I am a successful businessman. So I can enjoy the finer things in life. That includes my choice of companions…”

“Mmm, I could get really used to this.”

A few minutes later they were on the freeway and speeding along at almost 80 mph. It felt like 60.

Tom kept stealing glances at his passenger. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Even after a long flight, she was stunning. Her hair was tucked under her cap, cascading to her shoulders. Just a touch of makeup, but she didn’t need even that. Her eyelashes were dark and long naturally. Brown eyes, large and expressive. Delicate features and full, ripe lips. They were soft, as he had recently discovered. She had peeled off the oversized, grey sweatshirt. This left a tight, white tank underneath. The cold air blowing on her raised her nipples so that they poked through and her dark areola could just be seen through the thin fabric. Deep cleavage threatened Tom’s focus on the road as he constantly glanced over, mesmerized by her round, firm globes.

“So, what are you thinking?” Tom tried to read her in between taking in her physical beauty.

“That I am glad to be here. And I am looking forward to spending a few days with you. You know we had fun cybering, but your video did it for me. I hope you liked mine.”

"I couldn’t take my eyes off it. You are absolutely stunning.”

Paisley reached over and touched his knee. Her fingers ran up the firm muscle of this thigh until she met a lump of flesh. It grew at her touch. She squeezed and massaged it, eliciting a groan from Tom.

“Mmm, that is so big. Fuck, you never mentioned that you were sporting such a large package.” Mmm, she thought, I am going to really enjoy that later. She imagined Tom’s cock sliding into her, filling her up and stretching her tender flesh. The image of his cockhead, purple and swollen danced in her mind. She squeezed even harder, reveling in the firmness under her fingertips. She could feel it throb.

“Fuck, Paisley. Keep that up and I’m gonna need a new pair of pants.” God, she was so sexy, Tom mused. The pressure in his groin was making it difficult to concentrate on driving. Luckily the traffic was light.

She played with his stiff rod for the rest of the trip. She knew it was cruel, but she couldn’t help herself. The look on Tom’s face made her smile. An evil smile, with a bit of mistress in it. He shifted and squirmed as her fingers massaged and squeezed his flesh. He pulled into the driveway and looked over at her.

“You will pay for that, my dear.”

“I’m counting on that, stud.” She looked up. A two-story mini-mansion, Tom’s house was impressive. Almost 6,000 square feet sat at the top of a slight rise. The grounds were nicely manicured. Neatly trimmed hedges lined the circular drive. They stopped at the apex. Getting out of the car, they stepped onto the front porch and went inside.

Tom reached for Paisley. Lips met, tongues intertwined, hands roamed. Paisley broke first.

“I am grubby from the flight. Please let me take a shower and get this grime off me. Then we can continue, okay?” Her eyes pleaded with him.

Tom’s cock begged him to pull her to the couch and plunge into her tight, wet pussy. His chivalrous nature offered an alternate proposition: to let her clean up first. After a brief debate, his better half won.

“Sure. Let me show you to the shower and get you some fresh towels.” He led her up the stairs to the master suite.

Paisley ran her hand along the mahogany bannister. The interior was rich, but not ostentatious. Tom did say his wife was an interior designer. She was obviously talented. They entered the suite and made their way to the spacious bathroom. Tom stopped in front of a cavernous walk-in shower.

Tom stepped out and then returned in a few minutes with a stack of fluffy, white towels. Paisley had disrobed and was under the main showerhead, luxuriating under the warm spray. Tom’s gaze ran over her form as the water cascaded down. It reminded him of the 80's Playboy videos. She turned, exposing her body to his view. He caught his breath.

“Join me, please.” Three little words. Tom had never heard three words that filled him with as much anticipation.

He reached for her. Somehow, he was naked and, in the shower, moving towards the falling water. Lips met; tongues intertwined. His hands roamed over her firm flesh. God, she felt so good in his hands, he thought.

I am in the shower of a guy I have only just physically met and I am going to fuck him, she mused as her hands found Tom’s well-muscled ass, reveling in the feel of it as she squeezed.

“Mmm, uh…” Paisley murmured as Tom’s finger found her entrance. God, that feels so fucking good, she thought. His digit worked deeper into her center, teasing her walls as his thumb found her clit.

“Oh, don’t you even think of stopping that.” Paisley leaned forward and held onto Tom’s shoulder as waves of pleasure pulsed from her loins.

As he worked his second finger into Paisley’s tight pussy, Tom suddenly had an out of body experience. The type where you stop and consider where you are and what you are doing from the perspective of a bystander. He was finger-fucking a gorgeous young woman in his shower. She gripped him tightly and her stiff nipples pressed into his skin. His thumb moved rapidly over her swollen nub.

“God, fuck, oh shit…” Paisley closed her eyes and threw her head back, water streaming into her face. Her vaginal walls tightened as Tom’s digits found her most sensitive spots and assaulted them. Copious amounts of juice mixed with the shower spray and ran down her leg.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum. Please, don’t stop. Please…”

Tom increased the tempo on her clit and held her tight as he felt Paisley’s legs weaken. Moments later, her flesh clamped on his hand and she came. And came.

“Oh, oh, oh, AHHHHHH!” Paisley wailed as her orgasm wracked her body. Her vision dimmed and she clutched at Tom’s arm to keep from falling.

“You’re kind of loud when you cum, dear,” Tom smirked as Paisley regained her senses. She felt good in his arms. He felt her steady herself. His hands stroked her smooth skin, cupping her breasts and tugging on her nipples.

“I’m only loud when I cum if it is really good. So, take that as a compliment, stud. No guy has made me cum like that with his tongue, let alone his fingers. Only two women have.”

Water cascaded down on Tom’s back and sprayed from the side. He reveled in the sensations that were bombarding him. Warm water, tattooing his back and side. Soft, slick skin and firm flesh. The sound of Paisley’s breathing and the soft puffs of air hitting his chest.

“I will. I enjoyed that almost as much as I think you did, sweetie.” He leaned in and whispered, “I need you. Now. Please?”

Paisley heard the want in his voice. In all of their messages online and in their witty repartee in the car ride from the airport, she had not heard that from Tom. Not begging, exactly. Just honest desire and something close to pleading. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft. It throbbed, as if to emphasize his need. Her need matched his.

“Mmm, baby, I want you inside me.” She met his lusty gaze with one of her own. She turned and put her hands on the shower wall, arching her back and spreading her legs.

Groaning at the sight of her puckered lips, Tom grasped Paisley’s hips and lined up his cock. The purple head throbbed as it split her puckered lips and met resistance. Pressing slightly, his head slipped into her. Her slick walls enveloped his shaft, caressing and squeezing it as he slid deeper into her. It felt surreal. Tight, smooth, velvety soft, and warm. So warm. Almost hot. His thighs touched her firm cheeks.

“Uhh, fuck! So big,” she moaned, grunting as Tom’s manhood stretched her like no one had before. She was so full. It was uncomfortable for a brief moment, then pleasure replaced the discomfort. She rocked her hips back to drive him even deeper.

The sound of the water hitting their bodies synched with the rhythmic slapping of flesh as Tom pounded Paisley. It was hard and needy. Tom fucked her. Later, he planned on making love to her, but at that moment his baser instincts took command and he fucked her.

Paisley pushed back with her arms, absorbing the pounding she was receiving from Tom. His grunts echoed in her ears. Each thrust drove her to greater heights of arousal.

“That’s it, baby, fuck my pussy hard. Give it to me, Tom. I know you want to fuck my tight little pussy,” she urged him, wanting him to be rough. She knew he was a gentleman. She wanted a hard fuck. She needed a hard fuck. God, his dick felt so good in her pussy, she thought as the tempo increased.

Moans and grunts. Slapping of flesh. Water splashing. Paisley reached between her legs with one hand and rubbed her clit. She was teetering on the edge. She fell.

“Paisley, I’m gonna cum,” Tom grunted as he thrust deep into her.

“Uhh, fuck…I’m cumming!” Paisley shouted as her orgasm ripped through her. She felt the first jet of semen flood her vagina.

Tom held her hips as he spasmed. Pulse after pulse, he shot his load into her womb. Paisley’s slick walls clenched and milked his cock, wringing every last drop out of him as they came in unison.

Tom’s muscles felt like he had just endured leg day at the gym. He slid out of Paisley and slumped to the floor. Paisley collapsed and fell back. Tom caught her and eased her limp body to a position next to him. They were breathing in gasps.

Paisley leaned in and rested her head on Tom’s chest. His arm circled her shoulders and pulled her close. It was a tender moment, in the aftermath of such a rough coupling.

Tom cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. “That was amazing, you are amazing.”

“Man, I hoped sex with you would be good, but I didn’t expect that. Where did you learn to do that? And why isn’t your wife tapping that every fucking night? Seriously, is she into women now?”

“Ha, ha, ha…” Tom chuckled. “Maybe. I thought it might be me, but in the past few weeks I have had no complaints.”

“That’s right, you have been busy, stud. I’m glad you have been getting some action. And your wife is either an idiot or a lesbian. And I mean a ‘no man’ lesbian, not bisexual. Because that is some prime cock.”

“Thanks, sweetie. I really appreciate that.” Tom helped her to stand and they exited the shower and dressed. Tom ordered dinner and they ate while watching a movie on the couch.

Roxanne picked at her salad. Looking across at her dining companion, she smiled. “How is your dish, dear?”

“Fine. I should be starving but I don’t have much of an appetite. For food…” Nancy gave a sly grin.

“Is your husband going to miss you?” Roxanne took a bite and chewed slowly.

Nancy swallowed and replied, “No. He has meetings with clients for the next few days. I told him I was with my client to finalize furniture selections. He has no clue what I am doing and he never questions when I am gone.”

“That’s good. We will have plenty of time to play. Did you enjoy my two young playthings?”

“Oh my god, yes. They are absolutely stunning. I hope they were not too disappointed with me. I am not what I was in my twenties.” She took another small bite.

“Nonsense, my dear. You have an amazing body. You look ten to fifteen years younger than your age. A nice, tight ass and large, full breasts. And you have progressed quickly in your oral skills.” Roxanne motioned for the waiter. “Two more glasses, please, Steven. Thank you, my dear.”

Roxanne watched Nancy, reading her. The indoctrination of her new companion was going smoothly. A master puppeteer, she pulled invisible strings that no one but her could see.

“I think you will enjoy the activities I have planned in the next few days. Your husband knows you will be gone that long?” Steven returned and filled both of their glasses with an exquisite red from the Paso region. Roxanne gave a slight nod of approval and he retreated with a bow.

“Oh yes. He is busy with clients and his hobbies. He will never even miss me.”

After a night spent with Paisley in his arms, Tom awoke with a wicked grin. Monica did not like physical contact in bed anymore. They slept on their own sides, with an imaginary barrier in between that was never crossed. Like the Berlin wall, back in the early 80s. Paisley loved to cuddle. Tom spent the night with her perfect ass nestled into his crotch. It made the night amazing, even if he did not get a full night’s sleep. His arms were around her and he had fondled her full breasts during the night. He had to pinch himself, as it was similar to many dreams that he had awoken from. This time, she was still there.

“Mmm, morning, stud. I need some coffee and then I am going to go for a run while you work. Then I am going to lay out and enjoy the sun.” With that, she hopped out of bed and headed downstairs.

Tom got through his morning, but his mind was not on his work. When he was done, he showered and changed into a pair of trunks. He heard the water features of the pool going and he figured Paisley was outside.

Turning the corner, he caught sight of her. She was on her stomach on a chaise. Once again, Tom caught his breath. Totally nude and glistening, Paisley was stretched out, sunning herself. No tan lines were visible. He snuck up to her side without her noticing him as her eyes were closed and white ear pods were visible as her hair was in a ponytail. She looked stunning. Tom’s cock stirred.

A hand stroked her back. Paisley stirred and opened her eyes. Rolling over, she smiled and said, “How is it going, stud?” Her brown eyes sparkled.

Tom took in the view. He had seen her body last night, but he still reacted like it was the first time. Smooth, taught skin. Brown crinkled areola, and stiff nipples. A smooth nether region with perfect lips that were moist and glistening. Slightly puckered, it looked like she had just been fucked, or wanted to. Tom’s cock tented in his shorts.

“I see you are excited to see me.” She reached out and ran a finger over the head through the thin fabric. “Lose the trunks.”

Tom slipped them off. Paisley stood up and motioned Tom to lie down. When he was on his back, she straddled him, with her hips above his head and hers above his groin.

“Like the view?’ Paisley giggled and wiggled her hips.

Tom gripped her ass and spread her cheeks. Her flower opened up, and her scent wafted down, filling his nostrils. He breathed deep, reveling in her sweet, young essence. His tongue ran the length of her pussy, dipping into the opening and drinking her sweet and tangy juices. He felt Paisley take him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.

Paisley bobbed her head up and down, taking him to the back of her throat and beyond. She prided herself on her oral skills. The moans and grunts emanating from Tom’s own throat, while his mouth was full of her wet cunt, validated her claim.

Unbeknownst to the busy couple, a pair of eyes took in their activities. Mrs. Johnson, Tom’s neighbor, viewed their vigorous oral copulation with disdain. Paisley was obviously not Monica. She made a mental note and turned away from the second-story window that overlooked Tom’s backyard. She put away the binoculars, which were necessary to see anything. She was a bit of a peeper.

Oh fuck, he is good, thought Paisley as she continued to suck on Tom’s massive shaft. She had done 69 many times, but she usually gave better than she got. This was a rare equal give and take. Tom’s prowess urged her to up her game. Sucking hard on the head, her hands massaged his swollen balls.

“Oh fuck…” Tom stopped his oral assault long enough to mutter. He pressed his face back into her sopping wet cunt, his nose deep within her cheeks. Her puckered brown hole was literally right in front of his nose. Flicking his tongue over the crinkled skin elicited a gasp from Paisley.

His tongue, then his finger penetrated her backdoor.

“Fuck me, Tom!  Ahh, I love that.” Her ass wriggled and shook, as she took Tom’s cock back into her mouth, slurping and sucking with renewed vigor.

Paisley’s juices flowed more freely and flooded Tom’s mouth. He swallowed frantically, but the excess still ran down his cheeks. His cock stiffened in response to Paisley’s talented mouth and hands. He was going to cum, soon. He felt her pending orgasm as he lashed her clit with his tongue and wriggled a finger deep in her ass.

“Mhm, mhm, mmm…!” Paisley vocalized with her mouth full of cock. Tom made similar noises as he felt that itch.

They came together. Tom pumped hot semen into Paisley’s mouth and down her throat. She swallowed almost all of each pulse, but a little ran down her chin. Paisley’s juices, exploded into Tom’s mouth. Her thighs locked around his head. He gripped her ass and rode out her orgasm as his own wracked his body.

“That was some show.” A voice broke through the sounds of their mutual climax. Who the hell is that, Tom thought, as he finished and unlocked Paisley’s thighs.

“What the hell?” Paisley looked up, in surprise, licking cum from her lips.

Tom saw a pair of legs. Scanning upwards, he met a pair of piercing blue eyes. They could only belong to one person.

“Roxanne, how did you get here?”

“Tom, is that any way to greet a lover?” Her eyes sparkled as she ran a finger across her lips.

“Roxanne? As in your Roxanne? Really?” Paisley climbed off Tom and stood in front of the chaise. She had a smirk on her lips.

“I see you have heard of me. All good things, I certainly hope.” Roxanne stepped forward. Designer heels, a short summer dress that just covered her shapely ass and a pair of dark sunglasses sat on top of her head. She looked like she had just stepped off the pages of Vogue.

“Roxanne, what…uh…oh never mind. It’s great to see you. What brings you here? And may I introduce Paisley. Paisley, this is Roxanne.”

“I have heard so much about you. You are simply stunning, exactly as Tom described.” Roxanne held out her hand, which Paisley took.

“Likewise. You are every bit as gorgeous as he said you were. He also said you were amazing in bed.”

Roxanne and Paisley held each other’s gaze, neither giving an inch. Not hostile, but two alpha females marking their territory.

Tom felt like a prize in a super sexy catfight.

"I like her, Tom.  Feisty and beautiful."  She looked over at Tom.  "I apologize for the intrusion, it was not my intention to interrupt your activities.  But I did enjoy watching.  I want you to come to a little soiree that I am having at my place.  Both of you.  Please.  I promise you will not be disappointed.  I'll text you the address."  She smiled, turned and walked out the side gate.

"I'm sorry she interrupted us, Paisley.  I had no idea she would ever do that."

"No problem.  I am not shy, as you have surely discovered by now.  I think we should go, do you?"

Tom was surprised at her response, but then again, not.  Paisley would love a mass orgy at Roxanne's, with her playmates.  If he was being totally honest, the thought of all of those amazing bodies in one room made his cock stir.  

"Okay, I'm game if you are, sweetie."

Tom and Paisley followed Roxanne down the elegant staircase.  Her naked ass-cheeks flexed with each step.  She descended like a Greek Goddess.  Tom and Paisley were also naked, having disrobed upstairs.

"This is my playroom.  My designer spent many hours on it, getting it exactly to my specifications.  I am a difficult client, but I know what I want.  I also pay well."  Reaching the bottom, Roxanne opened a door and ushered them inside.  

The room was lush.  Wood floors, leather chaises and chairs in groups and chrome were the main features.  Erotic artwork hung on the walls.  It was sexy, but not cheap.  It reeked of opulence.  And sex.  Claire and Brenna were on an oversized chaise, the size of a queen bed.  They were engaged in a deep kiss, hands exploring each other's breasts, legs intertwined.

Scar, Roxanne's mate was on a chair, rubbing her clit and watching the activities in the corner of the room.  There, sat something Tom had never seen.  A custom wooden apparatus.  A bare bottom emerged from a hole.  Her torso was on a leather-covered bench, with a leg on each side.  The mystery woman was half inside a covered container and her backside was presented like a plate of fruit to be devoured.  A slim figure, thrusting rhythmically behind her, looked familiar.  

"Holy fuck, that's Kianna."  

"That's the girl who's cherry you broke up in Santa Barbara, right, stud?"  Paisley touched Tom on the shoulder.

"Yes.  But what is she doing here?"  Tom turned to Roxanne, waiting for some explanation.

"Well, I did some research.  I am good at that.  I found her and invited her to my little party.  Her flight arrived last night.  We have been getting acquainted." 

Kianna was furiously fucking the ass of the woman on the bench.  A large strap-on plunged in and out of her tight bung-hole.  Moans and grunts could be heard from the container.

"Paisley, please take Tom's cock into your mouth.  I need him completely hard for what I have in mind."

As shocking as this sounded, it sounded fine to Paisley.  She got on her knees and took the semi-hard shaft in her petite hands.  Stroking it, she let the head part her full lips and began sucking in earnest.  Tom groaned, even as he was trying to process the sudden wealth of information.  Paisley's minstrations on his now rock-hard cock made that difficult.  Not that he was complaining.

"Mmm, very nice.  Now, Tom, follow me over here, please."  Roxanne took Tom's hand and led him over to Kianna, with Paisley in tow, wiping her lips.  Arriving at the bench, Kianna smiled at Tom, not breaking her rhythm.

"Hey, nice to see you.  This must be Paisley.  Nice to meet you.  And wow, you are so hot!"  At Roxanne's hand gesture, Kianna finally stopped and pulled out.  The puckered hole gaped, begging to be filled.

"Tom, I want you to fuck this ass, please.  She is a dear friend who has only been recently fucked with a strap-on.  I want her to feel a real cock.  Yours."

Tom looked around the room and thought about the last few weeks.  What sounded impossible then did not now.  He decided to go with it.  He grabbed the lube that Roxanne held out to him and slathered it on his thick member.  With Paisley poking him in the ribs and Kianna giggling, Tom positioned himself behind the ripe ass.  Lining up his now purple head, he slid it into the waiting hole.  Grunts came from his lips and the mystery woman's in unison.

"She has on sound-cancelling headphones, so it is a sensory deprivation chamber, for sex.  She can only concentrate on the sensations, no other stimulus.  I find it enhances the experience."

Tom pounded the mystery woman's ass.  Slick walls massaged his shaft.  It was just the right amount of friction.  The supple flesh of her rump shook each time his quads slapped into it.  For a brief moment, he was reminded of Monica's ass.  The last time he had taken her from behind in this manner, vaginally, he had been much younger.  He increased his pace.

Slap, slap, slap...the sound reverberated.  Claire and Brenna came over, arms around each other.  Scar continued to view the pummeling while rubbing her button.  Roxanne had moved over to Paisley and now had a hand on her left breast, massaging and toying with her stiff nipple.

Tom could feel his balls tighten.  He was about to blow his massive load deep into the butt of this mystery woman.  

"Fuck, too good, too tight...I'm gonna cum!"  And with a final thrust, he came.  Spasming, his cock pulsed.  His hands gripped her hips tight.  God, this felt so good, he thought as another jet of semen erupted.  

Afterward, the mystery woman was released from her container.  Tom waited, wanting to see whose ass he had just pummeled.  She turned and...

"Mon..."  Tom stuttered.  It couldn't be.  It shouldn't be.  But he knew that face.  He should have known that ass.  It was Monica.

"Tom...what the fuck?"  Monica looked at Roxanne.  If looks could...well, the rest doesn't need to be said.

"So, this is my surprise.  Tom, you know this woman, I presume?"  A small chuckle followed the obvious statement.

"Wha...what, oh my god!"  Monica exclaimed and then sat down.  Claire brought her a glass of wine, which she emptied in a single gulp.

Roxanne moved to Monica's side and stroked her cheek.  Paisley did the same for Tom.  

"I will explain, then we can get back to the festivities.  I met Monica while looking for a designer.  And yes, she is Monica, not Nancy.  I called her that so Claire and Brenna would not let it slip to Tom."

Monica nodded but still was in shock.  

"We worked well together.  I was attracted to her body and her mind.  So I seduced her."

Monica nodded again, with a sheepish grin.

"It didn't take too much convincing.  She wanted, no, needed satisfaction.  She claimed she was not getting it at home but admitted that she had lost interest in her husband.  She dove into her work, but she longed for touch.  A female touch."

"Yes, I thought about females for a while, but could not get up the nerve to attempt any actual contact.  Until I met Roxanne."  Monica smiled at the queen of the manor.

"Yes, I seduced her.  After a short while, I had her in my bed.  Then I had playmates join us."

Brenna and Claire grinned and blew kisses in Monica's direction.

"I decided to find Tom.  I searched the sites and was on Lush one evening when he approached me in a chat room.  I don't believe in coincidences, but that one was just so fortunate."  Roxanne tugged on Paisley's nipple and she groaned.  

Continuing, Roxanne said, "I met Tom and we were intimate.  It was amazing.  I could not understand what Monica was thinking.  He was considerate, skillful and very eager to please."

"I know, but I had just tired of men.  I felt the pressure of needing to perform, to please him.  I didn't want to anymore.  So I stopped."  Monica looked at Tom with an expression of guilt.

"So I decided to organize this.  I wanted them to know where they had gone and what they had become.  Tom has experienced young, female flesh.  So has Monica."

Giggles erupted from Claire and Brenna, with Paisley smiling as Roxanne continued to assault her nipple.

Tom was speechless.  But it all made sense.  Long time spent with Roxanne, under the guise of picking out paint and furniture. Tom mused and then smiled.

Monica was speechless.  But it all made sense.  The times he was gone.  The classes and presentations to clients.  Monica smirked. 

"Can we all get back to pleasuring each other now?"  Roxanne reached down and took the nipple in her mouth.  Paisley squealed.

The rest of the evening was filled with mouths on pussies and Tom's cock.  Nipples were sucked, tugged and twisted.  Fingers found wet holes.  Tom's cock was sucked and ridden until he could not take any more.  It was glorious, he thought as he came for the umpteenth time.

Afterwards, they all reclined on the furniture, exhausted but with grins that would need to be surgically removed.

Roxanne said, "I have another confession.  I have recorded all of this.  And many more encounters."

"I knew about the beach house, there is more?"  Tom turned to look at Roxanne, while Paisley nestled under his arm, totally spent.

"Virtually everything.  My videos are aimed at females.  I have many variations, most of them around a story, not just mindless fucking.  So I would like to use what I have shot.  With your permission, of course."

"Would we be compensated?"  Tom asked.

"Yes.  I am sure my clients would love you and your adventures with these young women.  You are their wet dream, Tom.  Smart, good looking, big cock..."

The women all nodded, then giggled.  Tom blushed.

"Then it is a yes?"  

"Okay."  Tom mused that it would be an excuse to continue his sessions with these amazing young women.

"Oh, Tom.  By the way, the news I wanted to tell you is that I have accepted a job at the hospital right near you.  The director needs nurses and a recruiter found me.  I meant to tell you, but you came out to the pool and, well, I can't talk with my mouth full.  It's rude..."

Tom was floored.  Paisley would be living in his town.

"It's okay, Tom.  I want you to have fun."  Monica smiled at him, while Brenna and Claire snuggled under her arms, one on each side.

"You are okay with me and them?"  Tom looked deep into her eyes.

"At first, I would have filed the papers before your cum had dried.  But after Roxanne, and the girls, and tonight, I realized I am good with females.  I don't really want cock, even one as magnificent as yours.  I love you, love hanging around with you, but I don't want to fuck you."

Tom laughed and Paisley shifted.

"Well, maybe once in a great while."  Monica smiled at him, winking.

Looking at the prime flesh around the room, Tom said, "I can share, can you?"

"Mhm...definitely."