About two months later, I hadn't heard anything on the fantasy front. Our lovemaking had been great, but just the two of us and no role-playing since the time I surprised Theresa at home in my frantic "gotta have it" lover role.

We were out at the brewpub on a Saturday afternoon, with no plans and nowhere to be, just relaxing and taking in the sights (not least of which was Courtney in a clingy scoop neck tee that showed her fit body to her advantage). I was indulging in one of my minor fantasies and wondering what her nipples would look like if I removed her tee and sucked lightly on them when Theresa stood up from her chair, and I realized she must have said something to me, but didn't seem to require a response. Must have been about going to the bathroom, I guessed, so I said, "OK honey," and watched her walk toward the hall that led to the bathrooms and the door to the back parking lot.

Mmmm, I mused, another nice view, as I watched her bottom flexing in her jeans. It made me wonder when I'd be able to slide my cock deep between those cheeks again, and my cock thickened in my pants. Not wanting to create a public spectacle, I put that out of my mind and started watching the baseball game currently on the big TV in the corner.

After a whole inning went by, I realized Theresa had been away for quite a while and looked around wondering where she had gone. I noticed Courtney emerging from the back hallway and was a bit surprised to see her serious expression intent on me as she strode straight to my table.

"Phil," she said without preamble, "Theresa's been taken!"

"What?" I said stupidly, "what do you mean "taken"?"

"This guy," she said, "he's been meeting her here when you're at work."

I mumbled something incoherent, just beginning to understand that this was a lead-in to the abduction fantasy scene that she had suggested to me a few months ago. Realizing there was a plan I hadn't been read in on, I was going to try to follow Courtney's lead and pick up my role as we went along. I guess she and Theresa decided to turn about was fair play as I sprung the last scene on Theresa without her knowing I was working up the scenario. I realized Courtney was the common denominator in both and suspected that she got off on fantasies and helping facilitate the scenarios with us.

"He's got some hold on her; I don't know what it is, but he can get her to do the wildest things. I saw them last week in the back of his car and she was sucking him off! She says she hasn't met him anywhere else, hasn't fucked him yet, and I think he's getting impatient with her. He just now came in, grabbed her arm, and said something to her - I didn't hear what it was. She went out to his car with him, and they drove off together!"

"Fuck!" I said, "We should call the cops!"

Courtney put her hand on my arm. "No, Phil! If we do that Theresa will be publicly humiliated. I know this guy - he won't hurt her, Phil, I promise. I know where he lives. I bet he took her back to his house so he could fuck her!"

"What the hell should we do then, if we're not calling the cops?" I needed some more info about this scene so I could play my part better.

"Look," Courtney said, "I've got a plan: we'll go to his house and get Theresa back! Come on - we need to go now! I'll tell you the rest on the way."

I stood and followed her to the parking lot. We both got in my car and I drove onto the street. She directed me to a neighborhood about a mile away, telling me what she thought we should do on the way.

"We'll make him a trade," she said, "If he lets Theresa go, I'll stay and he can fuck me instead. The guy's cute and I wouldn't mind a little sack time with him, but we have to be aggressive and make him do what we want!"

As plans go, it seemed a little thin, and I guessed this was the part of the plan that needed some suspension of disbelief to come off, so I shut up and drove where she directed.

"Down here to the left," she finally said, "Here, no the next one."

We pulled up to a two-story house in a quiet neighborhood with one car in the drive. It seemed like Courtney was familiar with this place and I wondered if her lover lived here, but continued to keep quiet.

We strode purposefully up the walk to the front door and knocked loudly. No response. I hammered on the door again. This time a fit guy with shorts and an untucked shirt opened up and looked us up and down. "Yes?" he said, "Can I do something for you?"

"You know it, buddy," Courtney said, and pushed him hard with both hands to his chest, knocking him off balance to stagger a few steps backward into the house. She pushed in past him and motioned me in after her. I stepped in and shut the door behind me.

Not letting the guy get a word in, Courtney said accusingly, "We know you've got his wife in here," she motioned to me, "and we want her back!"

"What'll you give me for her?" he asked with a sneer.

"How about a kidnapping charge, asshole?" I grated and he just laughed.

"I just asked her to come with me and she did," he said, "no coercion about it."

I figured that was the truth of it according to this fantasy scenario, so I replied, "We're willing to make a trade. Courtney here will trade herself for Theresa."

"Yeah," Courtney piped up, "let her go and you can fuck me instead. I'll stay the whole night with you if you let her walk."

"She's gotta say she wants to go," he drawled with an insolent look. "But first, show me why I should make this trade anyway."

I looked at Courtney, confused, and saw he had just thrown her a curve, too. "What do you mean?" I said.

"Let me see the goods," he replied, "Take her clothes off and let me see what I would be getting in exchange."

I could see the confusion leave Courtney's face, and figured this was a new wrinkle this guy was adding in, and became certain that he was Courtney's lover and was throwing some of their fantasy into Theresa's scene to spice it up for them.

"Okay, Steve," she said and pulled her shirt out of her jeans.

"Not so fast, honey," Steve put out his hand to stop her. "Let him do it."

Now I was really out of my depth here. Not that I didn't want to strip Courtney; hell, I was just wondering what her nipples looked like stiff not fifteen minutes ago. I didn't want to overstep with Court, though, I really liked her and didn't want us to get uncomfortable with each other in the future. I froze and just stared at her.

"Come on, Phil," she gestured at her shirt, "you do want Theresa back, don't you?"

"Yeah, but are you OK with this?" I said uncertainly.

"Just do it, man," she said to me with an intense look. I was getting the impression that this was something she wanted, not just something she was putting up with as a favor to Steve.

I shot a look at Steve and he was waiting expectantly, much more into things now than he had been when he opened to door to us.

I closed the distance between Courtney and me with two steps and took the hem of her shirt into my hands. She gave me a small nod, and I pulled the hem up over her torso, then over her head when she raised her arms up to allow me to do so. I stood gazing at her slightly rounded belly and the simple bra that cupped her shapely breasts.

"Pants, Phil," she reminded me in a low voice, as she kicked off her shoes. I opened her belt, unsnapped her jeans, and pulled down her zipper. Her jeans were thankfully loose enough so I didn't have to worry about pulling off her panties with them as I eased them over her hips and down to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them away to the side.

I stopped again, unwilling to do more without clearer permission from them both.

"Take her bra off," Steve said, his voice sounding huskier than before.

"The clasp is in the front," Courtney said, looking directly at me.

I guessed I didn't need more permission than that and reached out to undo the clasp, gasping slightly when her breasts fell from the bra's cups into my fingers. I eased them down against her chest and pulled the bra straps off her arms.

Courtney hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, but Steve stopped her with a growled, "No. He does it."

I looked to Courtney for guidance, and she took her hands away from her hips and said steadily, "Go ahead."

Putting my fingers inside the elastic of her waistband, I peeled her panties over her hips and down her legs. I had to kneel to accomplish this and found myself at eye level with her lush black pubic bush, and felt my cock swell and lengthen down the left leg of my pants. Her bush was perfect to my eye, trimmed at the edges to fit inside her panties, but left just enough to cover her labia, a "treasure box" keeping her hidden until parted with eager fingers to reveal the jewel of her labia concealed beneath. Courtney slowly raised one foot at a time so I could take her panties all the way off, and I got the impression she was reveling in my lack of poise as I knelt with my face so close to her cunt. I did so want to open her and see what shape and size her lips were, but I did not have the effrontery to try.

I rose and stepped back, taking in her whole naked body. She was striking and particularly beautiful to me - nice full bush, medium-sized breasts with brown wrinkled nipples that poked out stiffly directly in front of her, a nice swelling curve to her belly and bottom without tending toward obesity. There was something arresting about her though. She stood with her left foot turned out and her knee slightly bent, her hands on the sides of her legs just below her hips in a comfortable-looking pose. No attempt at hiding herself, no stylized presentation. No sense of shyness or anxiety about how we would perceive her body; confidence in her beauty without trying to manipulate her. Comfortable...that was it, she seemed comfortable after having been stripped by an acquaintance in front of her lover. She obviously liked our attention and assumed we would like what we saw. I realized that exhibitionism must act as a turn-on for her, and Steve had just given her an opportunity to indulge herself in a relatively controlled private setting.

"Turn around for me," Steve demanded.

Courtney did a very slow spin, unusually graceful, showing off the lush globes of her ass to her advantage. She gave Steve a bold look. "Well, what do you think, dude? Is it a deal?"

"You're damn cute, I'll give you that," he said, "but I like my partners enthusiastic, not just 'making a deal.' Did you get wet when Phil stripped you, babe? Let me see!"

Courtney stared at Steve for a moment, clearly weighing whether to continue with this more intense play or not. "Bastard," she said to him without any discernible heat and brought her hand to her mound.

"I want him to do it," Steve rasped, "let me see him do it!"

There was some intense interplay I was not privy to here, so I just stood still and let it transpire. It was obvious that sexual touching from a non-lover was not part of Courtney's fantasy; almost certainly some turn-on of Steve's that he was presenting to her for a decision on whether she would be willing to step into his fantasy.

"Fuuuuck, Steve," Courtney said in a soft voice, "I..." she stopped and tore her gaze away from her lover (I was certain he was now). She swallowed and looked over at me, grasped my arm at the wrist, and pulled my hand to the vee at her groin. "Put your finger in my pussy, Phil," she whispered, "let Steve know I'm wet for him."

In a supercharged erotic daze I reached out to cup her cunt from below, her labia and curly hair nestling in my palm. Placing the pad of my middle finger on her perineum, I moved my hand forward, parting her lips where they met at the bottom of her cunt, and curled my finger up slightly to dip into her core.

"God, Courtney," I blurted, "you're dripping," gathered some of her cream on my fingertip, and continued to slide my finger upward between her labia, breaking contact with her after a little swirl on the head of her clit as my finger slid by.

I held my hand out to Steve. "She's wet," I said simply.

"What does she taste like?" he asked and I just looked at him with a stunned stare. I flashed on an image of going to my knees to press my face between Courtney's legs and pushing my tongue between her labia. My cock leaped and strained against my pant leg. "Tell me what she tastes like," he demanded, "I'm not gonna fuck her if her pussy is all funky!"

I finally realized what he wanted me to do and I slowly brought my hand to my face, thinking Jesus, he's really pushing it here. I couldn't stop myself from inhaling her scent before inserting the tip of my finger into my mouth and sucking Courtney's juices off it. "Uh...sweet, man...she tastes sweet..." I couldn't believe what I was doing, but Steve and Courtney were intensely locking gazes and seemed totally into what was happening.

Courtney ground out between clenched teeth, "So?" with much more meaning than I could fathom in the short word.

"Now," Steve said staring into her eyes, "show me...show me how good you are with your mouth, show me I won't miss Theresa for a second if I take your deal."

Courtney stared at him for a moment, then gave him a doubly intense look. "Show you? I'll fucking show you, motherfucker, and don't say you didn't fucking ask for it, either!"

She turned to me, sinking to her knees and reaching out to undo my belt, ripping down my zipper and shucking my pants off my hips with one motion. She was intense, almost angry, and certainly not asking for my input. My cock popped free, bouncing in front of her face since I don't wear underwear.

"Wha'?" was all I could come up with before Courtney shot me a look, stopping the next word in my throat.

She grasped my cock in her hand, pulling the head down so she could massage its underside with her tongue. Pulling back a few inches, she stroked me and looked at Steve. "Would you have your hands on the back of my head right now, shoving your dick down my throat, or would you be able to have the restraint Phil here has, and wait for this..." She took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked and licked it for a few moments then withdrew again. "Would you be able to just wait until I Devoured...You...Whole..." they shared a look that smoldered so hot I thought something was going to burst into flame. "Just like this..." Courtney put her lips around the tip of my cock, held me steady with her thumb and forefinger circling my root and slooowly pushed down until her lips met her fingers, looking all the while into Steve's eyes.

I groaned as she pulled her head off my cock, again sweetly slow, and noticed Steve had capitulated, his shorts around his ankles and his fist stroking his cock from root to tip.

"Christ, Court, get over here and do me," he begged, and they gave the impression that I ceased to exist for them as she strode to him with a look of triumph, having won some game they were playing with me in the middle. Not complaining, mind, would love to be in the middle again, thank you and good night, et cetera.

"Where's Theresa?" I asked, and Steve waved his right hand vaguely behind him, never taking his eyes off Courtney as she knelt and swallowed his cock in one slide.

I went in the direction indicated, stealing glances over my shoulder at the epic blowjob Courtney was applying to Steve's stiff prick.

Through a den with a couch and chairs, there was a door on the left. I looked in and saw Theresa on a bed, feet flat on the mattress, knees spread, displaying her obviously wet cunt while she stroked it with two fingers. The sight took my breath away, and I spent a little time just watching her from the doorway. Trying to get somewhat back into character, I shoved my cock back into my pants, cinched my belt loosely over my cock which was standing straight up now, and pulled my shirt out to try to conceal my erection at least a little bit.

I stepped into the room, and Theresa stared at me in shock, squealed, "Oh God, Phil!" and turned away from me into a fetal position. I'm not sure this was her intention, but her current position was almost as arousing as when I first saw her as I was staring at the full curves of her ass with a tuft of pubic hair peeking out from between her legs.

She was babbling in a panicked tone. "I just...I just did what he asked," she said, "anything he asked. I don't know what it is, my mind just shuts off when he's near me. He asked me to come back here - said he's been wanting to fuck me for weeks and I wouldn't meet him somewhere we were alone. He brought me here, told me to suck his cock, and I did...Oh God Phil, I did it! It was soft when he put it in, but he got hard and I could only take half of it...the head stretched my lips so far...He ate my cunt for a long time - said I needed to be really wet so I could take all of him...I just kept saying yessss...even though I didn't know if I could take his cock without having it hurt me."

Now I knew she had not really sucked him, because I had just seen Steve's erection at a time when I guessed he was as aroused as he had ever been, and although his cock had some nice heft to it, Theresa would have had no difficulty getting her mouth or her cunt around him comfortably.

Her body was wracked with some really authentic-looking sobs. "He went to answer the door and told me to stay the way you saw me...said he wanted to know I was playing with my cunt while he got rid of whoever was knocking. He said I better stay ready for him because he was going to fuck me hard when he got back....and I wanted him to!" the last few words were delivered in a high wail.

I sat on the bed next to her and put a hand on her back. "Listen, 'Ree," I said in a soft voice, "it's gonna be OK. Courtney came with me; she had a plan, and we made the guy let you go back home with me in exchange for her staying here with him overnight. She seems fine with it, and you can be back with me now. Just promise me you won't be with him alone anymore, so this doesn't happen again."

She blubbered a little more, becoming slowly more coherent, thanking me for "saving" her and begging for forgiveness, which I gave.

She looked up at me with a grin then, dropping out of character. "Fuck, I saw what you guys were doing in there! Steve said he was going to 'push the envelope' with some fantasy Courtney has and I told him I was OK with you being involved in whatever they wanted you to do with her, short of actual fucking. It was so hot for me seeing your cock in her mouth; I think I had a little orgasm right then. The look on your face was priceless - you're a really good sport to go that far with them. That was really fucking intense!"

She lay back on the bed, sinking back into fantasyland. "Just don't hate me, Phil, please..."

"I love you, baby. I'll tell you something I didn't expect," I told her, "Driving over here, thinking about you sucking his cock, thinking about him fucking you..it made me really hard. I almost wanted to walk in on you two fucking so I could watch you come with another cock in you!" Probably a good line for fantasy husband, but I didn't think I would be so psyched about watching Theresa fuck somebody else in real life. The cocksucking part though...might be interesting especially if there was another participant to take care of me while I watched. Might bear some thought...

"Look," I said, "after everything that's happened today, I really need to fuck you, and I can't wait until we get home. I need you right now."

I got on the bed next to her. "I want you on top," I told her, "I want you to fuck me hard like you need to have my cock in you as deep as it will go."

"Yes, oh yes honey," she said with relief, and straddled my hips with her legs, reaching behind her bottom to snare my shaft in her hand and angle it up to the mouth of her cunt. We both had been treated to an extended period of foreplay, me at Courtney's hand (and mouth) and Theresa by her own hand and voyeurism, so neither of us needed added stimulation before starting to fuck. She tucked my glans between her labia and sank down with a contented sigh until her clit bumped up against my pubic bone. She moved back and forth with my cock bottomed to the hilt, rubbing her swollen clit on the base of my shaft. I groaned and lifted her hips up so I could spear her with some short, sharp thrusts.

"Put your breasts in my mouth," I demanded, and when she bent over to let her breasts fall toward me, hanging long and pointed above my face the way I like them the best, I reached around one leg to find her clit with my finger. It was on then, as I captured a nipple in my mouth and sucked a mouthful of breast in and she raised up and slammed down on my cock with such abandon that I worried I would come right out of her cunt.

We didn't need long to get close to climax. I moved my finger off her clit, letting her mash it on my pubis each time she slammed her hips down. Scooping up some of the cream that flowed out over the root of my cock, I slid my finger deep into Theresa's anus, squeezing her ass cheek as I did so, pushing her hips up and letting gravity bring her cunt down to my root each time.

I was growling each time she slammed into me, and she was singing her orgasm song, wild and uninhibited; her voice rising up the scale as she neared release.

My cock swelled and stiffened even more as I shot my cum deep into her cunt in uncontrollable spasms. She was close, but not there yet, so I kept thrusting into her with my cock and began sliding my finger in and out of her ass at the same time. That seemed to be enough to bring her over the edge, and she mashed her breasts flat on my chest and wailed into my neck and shoulder as she thumped her cunt down on me again and again as it squeezed the last drops from my cock and we both stilled.

After we had come back to ourselves, I rolled her over enough so I could slide out from beneath and get up, using the sheets to wipe what secretions I could from my balls and cock.

"We should go, 'Ree," I said, "let's get home now."

After a few muffled complaints, and a fair amount of fumbling for clothes (we never did find Theresa's panties, so just left without them), we made our way out of Steve's house, and were serenaded as we opened the door with the sound of a sweet wailing orgasm from the second floor.

Theresa closed the door as we left and turned to me with a satisfied smile. "And a good time was had by all!" she said, and we laughed merrily as we ran down the walk to our car.