When Trish and Dave got down to the bedroom, they found no sign of Sally. They didn't know which room was Ezekiel's, so they just had to hope that Rufus was right about Ezekiel looking after her. As it was after midnight, they had a quick wash, cuddled together and went to sleep.

——

When Sally walked away from the main bedroom, her whole body was in a state of excited upheaval. So much had happened that night; her mind was in turmoil trying to process everything. She had never even fantasised about something like what she had watched, but it had rekindled the sexual need she had been feeling that night. 'God, three men at once, and Trish!!!' The one woman she had thought was elegant and proper, almost a prude. Unbelievable!

Then she thought about what had happened with Ezekiel in the other room. She had no idea how many orgasms she had. She thought it was three, but it all seemed like one long orgasm; it was that good. His huge black body towering over her pale frame, really got her buzzing. He was nothing like the three men she had previously slept with. Her first was hardly any older than her and had no experience. The next she didn't even want to think about, and then Jules, who had used her for two weeks then, dumped her with nothing but humiliation and betrayal.

Ezekiel had made love to her; she now knew that what she read in some of her raunchy books could be more than just an author's fantasy. When they both had climaxed, he kept going and kissed her whole body from head to toe, finally finishing up between her legs, where he ate her until she climaxed again. Then not even leaving her to recover, he was in her again and drove her to at least one more orgasm, maybe more; she was a bit unclear about that part of the act; she was so out of it. But she was aware that Ezekiel had climaxed with her as she felt his hot sperm ejaculating deep inside.

She snapped out of her raunchy thoughts and realised that Ezekiel was asking her a question. 

"I said, do you want to come and sleep in my room?"

Sally didn't hesitate, replying, "Yes!" 

She didn't want to face Trish and Dave until she sorted out everything racing around her brain. The two of them had walked out of the Penthouse and down the corridor to his suite.

Ezekiel dropped his robe, took hers from her shoulders, drew the covers back, and they climbed into bed. He kissed her and then asked her what she thought about what they had just watched. She replied that she needed time to sort out what she felt. Then Ezekiel asked her if she would like to do that. 

Without thinking, she replied, "I'd do anything you wanted."

 He asked her if she needed to use the toilet, and she realised she was busting, so she nodded.

"Right, go to the bathroom; I need to get something. I'll be back in a minute." 

Sally climbed back into bed when she had peed and given herself a quick wash. She lay there thinking about the fantastic sex she had experienced. She heard the door open but did not open her eyes. She wondered what might happen next, thinking, 'surely he can't do it again', as she had read many stories saying most men could only do it once a night. 

She opened her eyes just enough to see his silhouette against the city's lights, then felt him crawl into bed beside her. She noted he had turned out the lights so that the room was bathed in a mellow glow from the bathroom door and the city lights pouring in through the ranch slider.

Then as his beautiful body snuggled in beside her, she felt another body climb onto the bed and cuddle into her back. Her eyes flew open, and flicking her head back, she saw it was Adam. She felt embarrassed, but Ezekiel turned her head back to him and kissed her, making her feel safe.

Then he pulled back, looked at her, and asked her if she was okay.

She said she was, then, "But I don't want to do what they were doing."

Ezekiel understood she meant the threesome and asked, "Why, is it the anal? Have you never done that?"

She was embarrassed and reluctantly replied, "Yes! I had a boyfriend for two weeks, and that's all he wanted to do, and it hurt."

Ezekiel told her to relax and that they wouldn't do anything she did not want. He told Adam to go and pour a couple of glasses of bubbly. He also got out of bed and plugged his iPhone into the stereo, and put on some music she had never heard before.

As Adam got back into bed, she noticed her clothes were over on the settee; they must have brought them back for her. Adam placed the bottle (in an ice bucket) on the bedside table and handed her the glass. She sat up next to him and took a sip. It was beautiful; she asked Adam what it was.

"French Champagne, expensive stuff. I took it from the fridge in the Penthouse." He replied.

Sally and Adam sat sipping their drinks. Ezekiel declined a glass, explaining he had had enough. Then he asked about her boyfriend and why she had not made him stop if it hurt. Sally briefly explained what had happened with Jules. 

Ezekiel looked shocked, "Give me his address. I'm sure Adam and I can organise someone to go around and give him a good reaming up his arse with no lubrication."

Sally sniggered, noticing she had finished her glass and that Adam was refilling it. She realised she was getting lightheaded on just that one glass. She told Ezekiel he neededn't bother, as Dave had already sorted Jules out. They discussed the music; Ezekiel explained each song and said the music was all made by black bands around Los Angeles. Before she knew it, Adam was attempting to fill her glass again.

She refused, pointing out she was feeling warm and fuzzy and already had too much. Ezekiel was lying on his side, head propped up on his left arm; he looked like a model out of one of her girly magazines, only none of those models were handsome black men.

He reached out and pulled her down to his lips, and she felt herself stirring again to the feeling of him searching out her tongue. She wriggled beside him, feeling his arousal pressed hard against her.  

She felt Adam spoon her from behind and begin kissing her neck and nibbling on her ears. Then he ran his tongue down her spine and tried to get his tongue between her cheeks and into her ass. The feelings were so good she was almost disappointed to feel Ezekiel rolling onto his back and pulling her up to lie on top, breaking Adam's ministrations.

Ezekiel roughly pushed his hand between them and guided himself into her, his need very plain, arousal distorting his handsome face. She tensed up as Adam moved behind her and began searching out her puckered bud again with his tongue. The feelings were sublime, but she had been taught that bottoms were dirty; she also feared where this was leading. Not believing she could ever accommodate both men together.

"Relax!" Ezekiel said in her ear, "You have to relax. I promise you it will be alright."

 And he started moving against her with long, deliberate strokes that had her hips moving with the renewed sensations. Sally felt a squirt of cold cream pour directly onto her firmly clamped tiny orifice. And she forced herself to relax as Adam massaged the lubrication softly up and down between her cheeks. Even though it felt good, she tensed up when he started pushing his finger in.

"I can feel you are tensing up again, and although it feels great when you grip my cock like that, it's going to be much better for you if you can relax," Ezekiel spoke into her ear.

Adam was patient; he massaged all around her butt, now and again, touching her hole as he brushed his fingers past it. Then, as she finally succumbed to Ezekiel's long, languid strokes, she relaxed again. She felt Adam inserting his finger, just a little at first, then before she knew it, he had his whole finger in and found that it felt good.

Sally returned her full attention to riding Ezekiel. Being on top allowed her to move around on him, searching out the best sensations. She almost forgot about Adam; the feelings flowing through her body were that good. That is until he began jerking his finger in and out, practically vibrating it; he moved it so fast. Relaxed as she was, the attention Adam gave her felt just as good as what she was experiencing with Ezekiel, who had pushed her up and was now sucking on her nipples. She met each of his thrusts with eager little jerks of her hips.

Then she tensed as she felt Adam rise and push his cock against her tiny bud. He held it there, pressed against her ass, waiting for her to relax and accept it. 

Ezekiel lifted her higher and looked into her eyes, "Relax! Push back against it, and make like you want to poop."

She tried, what he said, and was rewarded with a smile from him.

"Good girl, I felt that. Now again." 

And this time, as she pushed back into Adam, she felt his knob pop in through the resisting muscles. There was a little pain, but this was not the terrible ripping pain like when Jules had done her. On the contrary, it was a pleasant pain that brought her a trill of pleasure and pride in pleasing both men. She had to move her legs further apart as they were stretching her. She was amazed that she could take them and that the pain was nothing as she expected.

She pushed back, wanting more, and both men obliged, upping their tempo and moving into her harder. The feeling between her legs was almost unbearable; she bucked and writhed her tiny butt between them. It took a while, with both men grunting in pleasure, but still, it was over much too fast for her. 

She wanted it to last forever, but she couldn't hold her emotions back and erupted into an orgasm that almost left her lifeless between them. As she lay gasping, fighting for breath, the thought flashed through her mind, had it been as good for them?

They all rolled apart and let their hearts calm down. Sally lay still and watched Ezekiel fall asleep. She felt Adam spooning against her, then he relaxed, and she knew he had also nodded off. Soon after, with a huge smile scrunching her face, she slipped into dreamland also.

Sally woke to the early dawn light creeping in through the window. She crawled over Adam and went to the toilet. When she returned and crawled back over Adam, he grabbed her, rolled her on her back and climbed between her legs. Their lovemaking was slow and languorous, he was patient, and as he drove her towards her climax, she glanced over at Ezekiel.

He was watching her with a warm smile on his face. As her pleasure peaked, both of them held eye contact. It made her orgasm much more rewarding. She was happy when Adam got up and went to the shower. She felt an urgent need to have Ezekiel take her as well. Seeing that she was still keen, Ezekiel rolled over beside her and held her tight while her breathing subsided. But long before she was fully recovered, he climbed on top, "I'm sorry, but I need you as well."

Sally grinned at him, "I don't mind; in fact, I might want you more than you want me."

She opened her legs wide and pulled him down and into her. He started very slow and tenderly, but when his iPhone rang out an alarm, he annoyedly silenced it and started to hurry. As he was pounding into her, amazingly being driven toward another orgasm, she heard the door opening and two house boys entering the room with food trays. Ezekiel didn't hesitate or even slow down his assault on her body, so she just rolled her head towards the window, so they couldn't see her blushing red with embarrassment. It wasn't long before Ezekiel yelled that he was coming, which set Sally off on another orgasmic rollercoaster ride.

 She held Ezekiel tight, not wanting him to pull out as her body was still in the throws of her last climax. But she did sneak a look to see if the house boys had left and was happy to see that only Adam was in the room. He was happily sitting at the table eating breakfast, and it made her aware that she was famished. So when Ezekiel's cock shrank and slipped out, she let him go. He rolled off her and headed to the shower, so she stood up and walked over to join Adam for breakfast. She didn't even think about pulling on her robe. With all their mess running down her legs, she did not want to dirty the robe. Instead, she grabbed Adam's wet towel off the floor and sat on that.

There were trays of food, she had no idea when they had ordered it, but it was prepared for three, so it had to be after Adam had arrived in their room. There was cereal, fruit, pancakes, toast, bacon, eggs, and two large containers of coffee. Adam asked her what she wanted, and she indicated the pancakes, and he served her one covered in maple syrup, blueberries, pecan nuts, and a big blob of cream on the edge of the plate. He had helped her with another two before Ezekiel came out of the bathroom. 

Her hunger finally sated; she watched Ezekiel pull on his golf clothes, then join them at the table. He served himself a small portion of cereal and fruit. 

Sally speared a blueberry, then a piece of pancake wiped through the Maple syrup and offered it to him. A yearning ache hit Sally's stomach as she watched his mouth open, his pink tongue flicker around, tasting the air, then taking it in his mouth. This lovely warm feeling flooded through her, and she knew if he asked her, she would be over on the bed in a flash, legs spread, wanting him to retake her.

Both the men finished their breakfast and made ready to leave. Ezekiel came over and kissed her goodbye. "You are a special young lady. I will remember you for the rest of my life." 

As they walked to the door, Ezekiel called over his shoulder. "There is an envelope on the bedside table for you. They tell me there is no tipping in NZ, but the three of us decided we would tip Trish if it were a good night, so I've left you my contribution. Please don't take it the wrong way; it's just for you to buy yourself something nice to remember me by. It'll make me feel good if you accept it as intended."

Adam came and kissed her, "I don't want to go, but you understand it's out of my hands. I'd like to see you again."

Sally smiled at Adam and watched them leave the room. She suddenly felt alone and a bit cold, so she went into the bathroom and took a hot shower. Once finished, she looked at the maid's uniform bundled up on the sofa. But not wanting the hassle of pulling that on, she just slipped the robe over her shoulders, picked everything up, and headed down to the suite on the floor below.

When Sally opened the door to the suite, she immediately heard the sounds of Dave and Trish making love. So she tiptoed over, disrobed, and slid beneath the covers of the foldout bed. She lay there, trying to shut out the sounds of their lovemaking, and was soon asleep.

——

Dave woke around 7:00. He thought about phoning up for room service. But he wasn't all that hungry, and besides, he knew there was plenty of food up in the Penthouse. So he slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. When he came out, Trish was awake, beckoning him to lie beside her.

They talked about the night before, which soon had them both feeling horny and making love. They lay and talked afterwards, then checking the bedside clock, said he had better go and clean upstairs. "I'll bring the leftover food down for breakfast. You go back to sleep for a while; I should be no more than an hour."

He got dressed, then moved into the lounge, where he saw that Sally had returned. She was asleep, spreadeagled only half under the covers. He went over, covered her up, lightly kissed her forehead, and then headed upstairs.

The first thing he did in the Penthouse was to retrieve all three cameras and hide them under unused glasses, etc. With the cameras sorted, he then packed everything else. It didn't take long, as he didn't need to clean anything; he emptied the dishwasher and gathered everything up. Like the last time he had done a function for Bob, most of the supplied alcohol was untouched. He noticed only three bottles of Champagne in the fridge, so he guessed that Ezekiel must have taken one to his room to share with Sally.

He took the first load of glasses, plates, and bottles down to the van and returned for the dishes, warmers, and cookware. Finally, he piled the leftover food onto the trolley and returned to their room to make brunch for the girls.

——

Sally woke; she was vaguely aware she had been awakened by Dave leaving the room. She checked her phone and figured she'd slept for over an hour. It was quiet, so she crept through to use the bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Trish was awake and beckoning her over to lay beside her.

"Do you want to talk about last night before Dave gets back? He's up clearing everything out of the Penthouse."

Sally nodded at Trish but was embarrassed and hung her head, not wanting to look Trish in the eye. Trish was naked and felt funny about getting into bed with a naked lady. Also, she didn't know how to approach the subject of what she had seen the night before.

Trish patted the bed beside her, "Here, I'll wrap the sheet around me. Come and lie beside me. Dave told me you saw much more than we wanted you to see. So I want to try and explain."

Trish told Sally how she had been given a lot of unasked-for attention by an uncle when she was young. Her mother hadn't believed her, which led her to withdraw and become very wary of all men. Her rigid behaviour after that gained her the reputation of being aloof and a goody-goody, and it has stuck with her all her life. But the fact was, inside, she had always had the urge to rebel and rued she had missed out on some of the exciting escapades some of her girlfriends bragged off.

She proceeded to describe what had happened at the first Striptease function. She had already told Sally a little about what had happened. But now she elaborated just how far she had gone. She also tried to explain to Sally how she and Dave had reacted to what happened that first night. And how, with time and much soul-searching, they had come to a mutual understanding that they both were interested in experiencing something like it again.

"So I hope you don't judge me too badly. And that you will stay working with us. Dave and I both want you to stay."

"I'm all good. I should have listened to you guys telling me it would be best to leave after dinner. But I was attracted to Ezekiel and wanted to find out what made him tick."

Sally went on to tell Trish that she had just been surprised, not at what she had seen and not because she was a prude, but because she had never envisaged that Trish would ever sleep with other men.

She explained about Ezekiel taking her to his room and that he had introduced Adam to their lovemaking.

 "It was amazing; I now understand why you might do that. But I still can't understand Dave letting you?" 

Trish had no answer; she told her that Dave couldn't explain it to her but said that watching her had turned him on. Then she queried Sally about her having ever done anything like that before.

"No!" Said Sally. "I have only been with three men."

"So Jules wasn't your first, then?"

"No, but I don't like to talk about the others."

Trish looked over at Sally, "I don't think we should have any secrets after all we have been through, I want you and I to be like sisters and to be open and support one another.

She lay back, looked up at the ceiling, and then quietly began to explain - I also had a lot of attention from men from an early age but didn't react to it the way you did. I always loved the attention. I have four brothers, three of them older than me. So my mother and I were always outnumbered, and I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I learned how to manipulate my brothers and my father to get things I wanted.

I left school at sixteen and took up a pastry chef apprenticeship. For three days a week, I worked in a bakehouse in the industrial area of Taihape, then two days in one of the Cafes in the centre of town. I started early, like 5:00 am, finished at 3:00 pm, and then worked late on Friday and Saturday nights. So I hardly had a social life.

While working my butt off, I had to put up with my girlfriends bragging about their boyfriends and all the cool things they got up to on the dates. A couple even bragged to me about losing their virginity. I didn't believe many of them, but it got me thinking about finding a boyfriend to put some excitement in my life. I knew that guys blabbed, which was deadly in a small town like Taihape. So I picked out a guy I knew from school; he didn't mix much and didn't appear to be a gossip."

We met at the movie theatre on a Tuesday night. I picked that night because hardly anyone went out on Tuesday nights, and I was unlikely to be seen with him. We made out in the back row of the theatre, and I'm not sure he even got inside me. But he did make a hell of a mess. I had his stuff all over my dress and, worst of all, much of it between my legs."

I hadn't thought it through that well; I knew about the risks of getting pregnant and thought I would make him pull out before he came. But, he was so premature, I never got the chance. I never even sensed what had happened until I felt his wetness on me. It was a massive anticlimax, not what I had wanted or read in books. The next day, it seemed like every guy in town knew I'd turned it up for Mike Menzies.

It was truly horrible and worse the next day when my mother marched me off to the doctor to put me on the pill. One of my brothers had gotten back at me by telling her what I had done. I had to undergo all the doctor's questions, some that I could see no need for other than his demeaning me. But he acknowledged that as my period was due in only three days, I was unlikely to be pregnant, and he wrote me a prescription for the pill. He explained in detail that I was not to start on the pill until my period had finished.

Of course, with all the stress, my period was three days late, which caused a great deal of stress for both my mother and me. But even when my period came, my anxiety didn't ease much because I had every guy in the town thinking they were going to sleep with me. Even one guy at the bakehouse pulled me into the storeroom and made some suggestive comments. He didn't walk upright for a couple of days. I also found that all those girlfriends that bragged about losing their virginity had suddenly gone very quiet; they were all bullshit and bravado.

About two weeks after this, my dad's best mate (Stan Sanders) called by our house and sat with me. I had known him all my life and had always gone to him for support and to get answers no one else would give me. He empathised with all I was going through and told me he wanted to see me alone, listen, and support me. I turned him down as I had a gut full of it and wanted everything to blow over. But he insisted, telling me to meet him at the rugby club the next day after finishing my shift at the Cafe. Stan had access to the club as he ran the bar, stocked it and cleaned out the pipes for the beer once or twice a week.

So the next day, I met him there after I finished work. He chose Wednesday, as it was his maintenance afternoon at the bar, and he told me we would have privacy. It was what I needed, and I willingly opened up to him about how tough things were. He was great; he seemed to understand me. 

I left feeling much better and ready to stand up to the guys giving me a hard time. So we arranged to meet the following Wednesday, and then the one after that, I started looking forward to those afternoons. I would help him with all his tasks, and we would chat about all sorts of things. As my confidence grew, the guys around town got the message that I wouldn't drop my knickers for any of them, and most gave up on trying to bed me.

The fourth Wednesday we met, Stan presented me with a beautifully wrapped present. I was embarrassed, but more so when I opened it to find a racy set of yellow lace lingerie. Embarrassment aside, I was flattered that he had given me such a personal gift. He convinced me to model them for him. I'm not sure how, but soon after, he had me flat on my back on a couch in the club lounge, my new panties pulled to one side and was making love to me."

I knew it was wrong; hell, he was over twenty years older than me. But he made me feel like I meant something to him when everyone else seemed to want to take me down or use me.

After that, we met on Mondays and Wednesdays after I finished work. And some weekends, he would pick me up in his car, and we would snatch an hour or two alone in a bush park outside town. He taught me many ways of making love; it was thrilling and exciting. Then, in late November, I was informed I had to go to Wellington for my week of apprenticeship classes at the Wellington Polytechnic. They put me up in a small hotel in Wellington, along with another thirty students.

When Stan heard about my trip, he quickly arranged to meet me when the course finished. His job took him out of town four or five times a year, usually only for two or maybe three days. So he asked me to extend my stay at the hotel until Sunday. And to phone my parents near the end of the course and say I was staying with a girl from the class and would be home Sunday. His idea was to drive down to meet me on Friday afternoon and drive me home on Sunday.

We finished our course midday on Friday so that some students could travel home. The rest of the students were leaving on Saturday and arranged to meet up for a party that night. But I got a text from Stan just before lunch, saying he was waiting outside. He took me back to my room, and we made love all afternoon.

Around 5:00, I had students from my course banging on my door, shouting that they knew what we were doing. Two of the girls had seen Stan when he picked me up. That they knew what I was up to gave me the first real misgivings I had had during our affair. The thought of these people I had gotten to know and like during the course, seeing me with such an older man. It had me lying in bed, feeling very embarrassed.

He took me out for dinner when the other students finally left. After dinner, we returned to the room, where he got me to change into a dress and black boots he had brought me. The outfit was sexy but also pretty slutty. He drove down to Cuba Street, where he convinced me to enter a strip club. I was not too keen; it was way out of my comfort zone. But once we were seated on a sofa, away to one side of the stage, I calmed down and started to feel a bit excited, watching all the different girls on stage; some of the girls were really pretty.

It wasn't long, though, before he cuddled me and tried to slip his hand under my dress. I looked around in embarrassment to find some men were paying more attention to what we were doing than what was happening on the stage. So I told him to stop as men were watching us. But he said to shut my eyes for a bit, and I would soon find it exciting.

Too soon, he had my panties around my ankles, my legs apart and was frigging me with two fingers. I saw one of the men get up and walk towards us; I rebelled, slammed my legs together and yelled at him, 'to get me out of there'. Instead, he motioned the guy to leave us alone, told me to relax, and then continued caressing me outside my clothes until I calmed down.

But before long, he had his hands back under my dress and my panties in his pocket. I saw the men were starting to edge closer again and tensed up. Stan motioned for them to keep well away but swivelled me around to face them and exposed my breasts. It was at that moment I realised what an idiot I had been. It was like a light had turned on, and I was seeing everything clearly from outside my body. I realised this was not about his caring for and loving me. It was all about his pleasure only. And I knew he had been using me all along.

For the first time, I thought about his wife. I had honestly not even thought of her before. I thought about his family and my parents finding out. Yes, he had kids, and only a year or two younger than me, I knew them all well.

I wanted it to be over, but I didn't know how to stop him without making a scene. So I told him to keep the guys away and lay there while he fingered me, trying to get me to climax in front of them. I realised it would not be over until I came, so I faked an orgasm, thinking it would be over and we could leave.

But he wasn't finished and made me masturbate him in front of about five masturbating guys. I saw the strippers watching and saw the pity in their eyes. They were all in control, lording over all the sad men in that joint. I wasn't in control, felt dirty and used, and knew our affair had to finish.

The rest of the weekend was a blur; he fucked me when he felt horny, and I just lay there and let him. The only time we left the room was for meals. He took me to a movie on Saturday night. It should have been the weekend of my life, but my feelings had radically changed. He had pushed it too far and shown his true colours. He even stopped at the side of the road halfway home and fucked me. I put up with it but knew it would be the last time.

When I dragged my case through the door late Sunday afternoon, I knew my decision to end our affair had been taken too late. My mother met me at the door, and I saw the anger in her eyes. I had no idea how she knew, but I was in no doubt we had been found out. She didn't say anything, for which I'll never forgive her. She should have talked to and supported me, finding out my side of the story.

Stan came past the Cafe on Monday and wanted me to meet him at the Rugby Club. I'd told him it was over. But he said he wanted to discuss things. I refused, and he came back on Tuesday and again on Wednesday morning. Finally, I gave in but made it plain that I just wanted to talk and find out what he would do. I told him my mother knew about us. He asked how, and I told him I had no idea but that if my mother knew, so did others. That sobered him up.

Later that day, I turned up at the Rugby Club to find Mrs Sanders waiting at the clubhouse door. I went to turn and ride away, but she called out to me, "If you don't come in and talk, I'll make sure everyone in the town knows what you have done."

Once inside, I found a very earnest-looking Stan arguing with his wife. The bastard was trying to make out that I had seduced him. She obviously knew this was bullshit but called me a cheap slut, a marriage wrecker, and much more.

The real shock was when she told me I was just as bad as my mother. It was a huge revelation; it made me realise my naivety. And subsequent comments she made said to me that I was probably just one of several Stan had fucked in the town.

In the next half hour, I discovered that Stan's wife had caught him out with my mother some months before. She knew there were others but offered him one last chance: if he promised never to stray again. 

When I got home, I tried to have it out with my mother, but she wouldn't talk to me about it, and with my brothers and father in the house, I couldn't push it.

I learned n the next day that Mrs Sanders had kicked Stan out that evening. And it quickly passed through the town that Stan had been playing up. He moved in with a mate from his work. But within the week, a rumour spread around town that Mrs Sanders had a list of the women Stan had slept with and was likely to let their secrets out of the bag. 

There were quite a few worried wives around Taihape. Stan didn't last two weeks before he packed up and left for Wellington. Most of his mates had turned against him, suspicious that their wives may have been among those he had dallied with.

I didn't last much longer; I got on the internet the evening after I met Mrs Sanders and found myself a job and a room in Auckland. I took some money from my eldest brother's top drawer and left him a note promising to pay it back. Then, two days after Stan left town, I slipped out of the house and caught the train to Auckland.

You know the rest; I kept to myself until I fell into that disastrous relationship with Jules and got burned again. It seems I'm not much good at choosing men."

—-

They lay there for a minute absorbing all they had told each other.

Then Trish commented. "Your past is much like what many of my friends went through when they were in their late teens. And I know your choice of men has nothing to do with it. You're right; your parents should have been more open and talked with you. But I'm surprised that you like to strip after all that.Yes, I know, I've thought about that. But even in the strip club with Stan, I felt the eroticism of the situation. So I guess I'm an exhibitionist. I like that feeling of being exposed and desired, but only when it's on my terms.

At that moment, Dave walked into the room. The girls reacted by covering themselves and looking guilty. Dave knew he had walked in on them, talking through what had happened. He called for them to ignore him and continue talking, and he would make them breakfast.

He got the scalloped potatoes out, mixed some of the leftover asparagus with them, and then set them to fry in a large pan. Next, he got some eggs and strips of bacon and started the toaster going with slices of Vogel's bread. Then he set about making a fruit smoothie with berries, juice, milk, and cream. Once he flipped the fry-up and was happy it wouldn't burn, he took the girls a glass of the smoothy, returned, and got a bacon omelette going in another pan.

The girls got up and sat with him at the table to eat their fry-up. Sally was in her robe, and Trish was looking very sexy in nothing but one of his oversized tee shirts.

 Dave looked to Sally, "Has Trish managed to talk us out of your bad books for our dropping you in it last night?"

This set both Trish and Sally laughing. "You were not in my bad books," replied Sally. "I have to admit to being surprised, though. I now understand why you didn't want me there. But I'm okay; I had a pretty exciting night myself."

"Hmm," murmured Dave, "it looked to me like you were enjoying it from the minute you arrived. You sure heated the atmosphere around the dinner table with your antics. I was worried about Wild Bill having a heart attack; he was beetroot red."

Trish spoke up. "Ezekiel gave Sally money; I told her it's hers. Is that okay?"

"Of course. Which reminds me, you have that envelope from Rufus, and I have money in my pocket also," Said Dave, pulling the bunch of notes from his pocket.

They laid it out on the table and counted it, then sat shocked for a few minutes before Dave exclaimed. "Bloody hell! Eight and a half grand. No wonder Rufus said to take a holiday to Bora Bora. We could stay in the Hilton Bora Bora with that, convert these US dollars to NZ dollars, and you would have nearly fourteen thousand. Wow, that's a bloody good tip."

 Sally had over three thousand US dollars herself, and having no idea where to keep it, she asked Dave to look after it.

 "I'll lock it away with ours down the shop. What are you going to do with it?"

"I've always wanted a car," replied Sally. "Would you help me find one?"

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Monday, Dave ordered a safe. It was likely to take a week before it arrived. Then after he had sorted out and stacked away all the glasses, etc., he sat down in his office with the SD cards from the three cameras. He was worried about the card from bedroom two, unsure how Sally would react to his videoing her without her permission. Even though that wasn't intentional, he was still uneasy, so he locked that card away in his drawer with all the US dollars.

The other two cards he copied onto his computer and then had a quick look. 'Whoa!' he thought. It was hot, better than any porno he had ever watched. He spent a good part of the day editing the two sequences together. There was not much needed with the camera footage in the lounge. But there was a lot of work editing the second video from the main bedroom. Lots of bits with people in the way and periods when nothing was happening.

The sound was not great on the dance sequence, so he went home for lunch and brought back the CD with Trish's Spanish dance music. He dubbed this over the video soundtrack. It took him a while to correct the volumes to hear the voices still and get the sound synced properly. That done, he burned it to a DVD and locked it away in his top drawer.

It was three weeks before he got an opportunity to take the video home. Sally had started seeing a bit of Adam, and that weekend she was staying at his place, so he had arranged for the children to have the weekend with Trish's parents.

Once they had had dinner the Friday night, he sat next to Trish in the lounge and turned the TV on.

"I don't want you watching Friday night sport when we have the weekend to ourselves." Complained Trish.

"I wouldn't think of it. However, you might want to see some video I took at an event we were at recently. But we could play cards or watch a movie if you're not interested."

"You didn't? Oh! My god, I never even thought about you videoing the night. You dirty bugger! …Pause that TV and don't move," She said, leaping up and skipping out of the lounge.

It was only a few minutes, and she was back, reaching around into the lounge and turning off the lights. This left the lounge lit only by the dining room lights and the TV screen. She drifted in front of Dave, swaying her hips enticingly, wearing nothing but the brief lilac lingerie set she had worn on the night of her flamingo dance.

Dave pulled her down beside him and switched on the DVD. As they snuggled together, the TV burst into life, showing the penthouse door opening and Trish moving into the room. Dave's memory of the night didn't give credit to how beautiful and sexy she looked. They only made it as far as Rufus undoing her zip in the middle of the lounge before they were ripping at Dave's trousers and making love on the floor.

By late Saturday night, they still hadn't seen the end of the video, but they had watched plenty of it and had some pretty incredible sessions making love all around the house. Their sex had abruptly changed in the last year, with role-plays and trying out different positions. Some of their new bedtime activities would have been thought of as perversions only a year before. But this weekend, things lifted to a new level. When they watched her antics in that Penthouse, what had once seemed like hot sex, was replaced by impulsive desire and lust, and they had both lost control several times.

The video was only two and a half hours long, but they were still watching it, trying to get to the end on Sunday afternoon. Naked, they lay on the floor in front of the TV; they were at the part where Dave had Trish cocooned against him, Rufus towering above, about to enter her. In the video, they had unknowingly positioned themselves at the perfect angle for it to capture the action, Rufus's cock looking even bigger than it did in real life.

Suddenly, they were startled out of their languid lovemaking by the sound of car doors out on the drive. It was the grandparents returning the children early. They leapt up and scurried in different directions to get themselves decent. Dave had to get the DVD out of the player and race upstairs to find some clothes. He had no idea how Trish got her clothes on, but when he returned downstairs, she was sitting talking to her parents. He found later that she had headed for the laundry room and found some clothes she had worn days before.

They finally saw the ending later that night on the small TV in their bedroom. But that would not be the last time they would watch it in the coming months.

About a month later, when Sally and he were working down the shop, Dave dared to tell Sally about the video in the other bedroom. She was not upset but did ask if he had watched it.

"No, I must admit to being tempted, but I haven't. And I haven't even told Trish about it, knowing she would probably push me to show it to her. But you know I saw you a couple of times in the bedroom?"

"I kind of sensed you were there at one stage." Then she paused and asked, "I want to watch it with Adam, and if he's okay about sharing it with you guys, then I'm happy to let you and Trish watch it. But! And it's a big BUT, only if we can watch your video."

"How do you know there is a video of us?"

"You said you put a sensor camera in each bedroom and only got me by mistake," said Sally, looking at Dave as if he was being stupid.

So Dave got the SD card from his drawer and burnt it to a DVD for Sally.

There was not much time for more sexual misadventures in the next few months. They spent horrendous hours at the shop, especially as Sally started marketing a range of cake and chocolate treats on their new website. It just took off; they needed a couple more staff but couldn't find the time to look for people. So they had to rely on friends to help out, And as Sally was now seeing a lot of Adam, he was often in the shop if he wasn't away on business.

By Christmas, they were desperate for a break.

To be continued…