Evening at the Castle - Part 3
By Daibhidh


Chapter 7: Afternoon Delight

I awoke slowly the next morning. I'd slept the sleep of the 
dead. It took me a moment to realize where I was, then it all 
slowly came flowing back to me.

I was in my London hotel room. After the hot, steamy 
session with Richard at his apartment the previous evening, he 
had tried to convince me to spend the night with him but, as 
Ellen had told me she would call me first thing this morning, I 
had insisted on returning to my hotel. 

As I lay there, staring at the ceiling and waiting for my 
mind to start working again, I thought back over the past 
eighteen hours. First the confrontation with Mr. Smyth, my phone 
conversations with Ellen and Marianne, my experiences and 
initiation at The Castle Club, the Fax from the home office, and 
finally my late evening romp with Richard at his apartment. Good 
old 'Fat Head' Dick, I thought with a giggle. God, I was still 
stiff, and more than a little sore, from the events of the 
previous evening.

Dragging myself out of bed, I called room service, ordered 
breakfast, then stepped into the shower. Twenty minutes later, 
after toweling myself dry and slipping a clinging silk dressing 
gown over my naked body, a soft knock sounded on the door and a 
lilting voice announced "Room Service." A quick check through the 
security peephole revealed a lovely red haired, green eyed Irish 
looking lass dressed in the hotel's uniform waiting in the 
corridor with a serving cart bearing several silver covered 
dishes. A light sprinkle of freckles danced across the bridge of 
her nose, adorning her otherwise flawless complexion.
 
Unlocking the door and releasing the security chain, I 
swung the door open allowing the young lady to enter, pushing the 
cart before her. She quickly and efficiently laid out my 
breakfast on the coffee table, then asked with a winsome smile, 
"Will there be anything more, madam?"

"Perhaps," I smiled. "Do you have time to talk for a few 
moments?" I was completely entranced by her beauty and apparent 
wide eyed innocence.

"Well, I'm not really allowed to visit with the guests, but 
it's a slow morning so I guess I wouldn't be missed for a few 
moments," she replied, seating herself self-consciously on the 
edge of a plush club chair.

I poured her a cup of tea and, as I reached out to hand it 
to her, she glanced at my hand and a look of recognition slowly 
spread across her face. With a small, self-conscious smile, she 
reached to her throat and, grasping a thin gold chain, pulled a 
small garnet ring out of her bodice. It was a perfect match of 
the Castle Club ring I wore on my right hand!

Blushing slightly, she asked, "You're Alex, aren't you? I 
thought you looked very familiar but I didn't recognize you at 
first. However, when I noticed your ring it dawned on me, I'd 
seen you at the club last night. Maybe it's because I didn't 
spend all that much time looking at your face!" she grinned. "My 
name is Bridgett, by the way." She leaned forward and hugged me 
warmly, saying "Welcome to England, Alex."

I returned her embrace, replying, "I thought I had met all 
the members who were present last night but I don't remember 
seeing you. I'm sure that if we'd been introduced, I would 
remember someone as beautiful as you."

"Well," she blushed, "Let's just say I was sort of ... ummm 
... tied up after the initiation ceremony. They always seem to 
affect my companion that way ... not that I protested all that 
strenuously, of course."

"How long have you been a member," I asked.

"About three years now, I guess. I must say, you handled 
your initiation much better than I did, I was both terrified and 
horrified at the time," Bridgett replied. "I wasn't exactly a 
virgin, but I'm afraid I was still extremely shy and not very 
worldly at that point. I had never even thought of making love 
with another woman, or even of having multiple partners."

We chatted for a few more moments about her experiences at 
the club, then were interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

"I must get back to work now," Bridgett said, jumping to 
her feet. "If you like, I could call you when I get off and we 
can chat some more."

"Of course," I replied with a smile. "I'd really like to 
learn more about you and your experiences. Give me a call later 
and we'll have dinner together."

As I stood, she again hugged me tightly; kissing me warmly, 
her tongue slipping between my lips and caressing mine. The scent 
of her perfume, the touch of her body pressed tightly against 
mine, and the feel of her hand sliding down my back coming to 
rest lightly on my ass, combined to send a shiver of anticipation 
rippling through my body.

As I answered the insistent phone, Bridgett eased herself 
out the door, smiling and waving with her fingers, mouthing the 
words 'Ta-Ta'.

"What took you so damn long to answer," Ellen demanded. 
"Sure hope I didn't interrupt anything," she chuckled. "I'll bet 
Richard spent the night!"

"No. He brought me back to my hotel, but it was well after 
3 AM before I got to sleep," I admitted. "And why didn't you tell 
me about Richard?"

"Were you at the Castle all that time," Ellen asked 
incredulously, pointedly ignoring my question about Richard.

I explained how Richard had dropped me at the hotel a 
little after midnight but that I had received a fax from the home 
office which impacted his job so I had called him to meet with me 
to discuss it over drinks.

"It must have been some fax if it took three hours to 
discuss," she chided me.

"Well, we were only in the lounge about thirty minutes, but 
then he took me by his apartment to show me some of his things," 
I replied cattily.

"Yeah sure, I'll just bet he showed you some of his 
'things' ... like that fancy canopy bed of his," she chuckled. 
"But tell me, did you enjoy your evening at the Castle? Tell me 
all the juicy details!"

"It was a truly unique experience and I'm indebted to you 
for your help in setting it up, but time enough for that later," 
I said. "Right now, we need to talk about more serious matters."

"Good Lord Alex, what could be more serious than you being 
inducted into the most exclusive sex club in southern England," 
she asked with a laugh.

Ignoring her question I asked, "How much do you like your 
present job, Ellen?"

There was a long silence on the line before Ellen said, 
"What do you mean, how much do I like my job? It's a job and it 
pays the bills, what else can I say?"

"Well, you're currently a junior purchasing agent ... what 
would you think of a position in senior management?"

After an even longer silence, Ellen asked, "What the hell 
are you getting at Alex?"

I explained the fax I had received the previous evening 
regarding my firm's reorganization, my promotion to CEO of my own 
division and my mandate to start hiring my staff. "Ellen, what 
I'm asking you is, would you be interested in heading up my Human 
Resources Department?"

This time there was no delay whatsoever. "Damn right, Alex! 
How soon do you need me?"

"As soon as you can tie up any loose ends in Chicago and 
strap your cute little butt to an eastbound 747," I chuckled. 
"But seriously, I'd like you onboard within two weeks, if that's 
at all possible."

"Let's see, it's now Tuesday ... I'll be in London by 
Friday night at the very latest. Talk to you later ... got a 
million things to do ... thanks for thinking of me ... God, I 
can't believe this" I heard a loud squeal of excitement just 
before she slammed the phone down. 

Well, I thought, I guess I can take that as a conditional 
'Yes' ... and she'd never even mentioned salary.

I poured myself another cup of tea, then called Richard at 
the office. When he came on the line he sounded as though he was 
still half asleep. "What's the matter," I chuckled. "Have a rough 
night?"

I heard him get up and close his office door. When he 
returned, he said, "I believe the medical term for my condition 
is 'Pussy Whipped'!"

I laughed, then said, "Remember last night I told you not 
to worry about Ellen, that I'd make her an offer she couldn't 
refuse?"

"Yeah, I vaguely remember something like that, but it's all 
rather hazy," he replied.

"Well, as of ten minutes ago, Ellen is our new head of 
Human Resources. She'll be arriving by the end of the week!"

"Damn, you're good," Richard exclaimed with a laugh.

"I know," I grinned. "By the way, I met Bridgett, from the 
Castle Club, this morning. Do you know her?"

"Oh yes," he replied. "A lovely girl. I remember when she 
first joined us. She was very reserved at first but she quickly 
developed a taste for our unique lifestyle. She also discovered 
her kinky side ... but in a very nice way!"

"I'm supposed to meet her later today, what do you mean by 
'kinky'?"

Richard chuckled, then said, "I'll let you discover that 
for yourself, but by all means, meet with her. Don't worry about 
the 'kinks', I'm sure you will be in for a most entertaining 
experience."

I tried to press him for more specifics about Bridgett, but 
all he would say was that I should approach our upcoming meeting 
with an open mind. Before hanging up he asked, "How about joining 
me for a drink this evening? I'll pick you up about eight-
thirty."

"Sounds lovely," I replied. "See you then."

After Richard hung up, I wondered just what he had been 
hinting at concerning Bridgett's 'kinks'. Finally, after mulling 
it over for awhile, I decided to do what any red blooded young 
American lady visiting London would do; I went shopping, 
returning to my hotel about 11 loaded down with bags and parcels 
containing my purchases. I had found a little boutique that 
carried deliciously sexy clothing in my size. I'm afraid I got a 
little carried away, selecting four rather revealing dresses and 
several sets of alluring panties and bras.

After depositing my newly acquired finery in the bedroom 
wardrobe, I poured myself a glass of sherry, retired to the 
balcony and placed a call to the home office in Chicago. First I 
spoke to the personnel manager, who didn't seem to have the 
foggiest idea about any proposed change in my status. Looking at 
the fax again, I noticed that it had been sent by the company 
president personally so I asked to be transferred his office. 
When his executive secretary answered, I explained the reason for 
my call and asked if he was available to speak to me.

"Yes, of course Ms. Goodman, I believe he is expecting to 
hear from you today." She then lowered her voice and said, almost 
in a whisper, "By the way, congratulations on your new 
position... You are accepting it, aren't you?"

"Well Shirley, I guess that's what I need to speak with him 
about, since no one else seems to know anything about it," I 
replied lightly. With that, I heard my call being transferred 
once again.

When he picked up, I heard the company president say, "Good 
afternoon, Alexandria. I suppose you want to discuss the fax I 
sent you yesterday. Have you had time to make up your mind about 
my offer?" 

My god, I thought, I'm actually talking to the man himself! 
I'd only met him two or three times at company functions. I guess 
I must have made a good impression because we now appeared to be 
on a first name basis, at least on his part.

"Yes sir, I have ... at least tentatively," I responded. 
"Of course I would like to know more of the particulars before I 
actually commit to it. This is so sudden! I had no idea anything 
like this was even being considered."

"Let me fill you in on how it came about, Alexandria," he 
said. "I proposed this change at the board meeting on Monday, and 
after I explained the obvious benefits in terms of cost and 
efficiency, it was approved with very little discussion. Your 
name came up as the most logical candidate to head up the new 
firm, supposedly because of your track record of loyalty, 
dedication and persistence. Actually, I think it had more to do 
with the fact that you're a hard-nosed bitch who knows how to get 
the job done right the first time. Excuse my bluntness but in my 
opinion, if this is going to work, you're the person to do it ... 
and that's exactly what I told them!"

"Now, as for your new salary, that hasn't been finalized 
yet but I can assure you, it will be at least three times what 
you are currently making. In addition, you will have the usual 
profit-incentive and benefit package, plus a start-up budget of 
eight million for facility acquisition and staff procurement. I 
would expect you to be established, fully staffed, up and running 
in three months. I'd also expect your proposed operating budget 
at that time. Any other questions?"

"No sir," I said, slightly overwhelmed by his ability to 
convey so much information, seemingly without taking a breath. 
"You have my verbal acceptance now and I'll fax you written 
confirmation first thing tomorrow, if that's acceptable."

I heard him chuckle to himself before he said, "That will 
be fine, Alex, and welcome aboard. You won't regret this. Get the 
ball rolling over there, then take whatever time you need to come 
back and settle up your affairs here. We'll sit down and go over 
the finer details then ... And knock off the 'sir' shit, you've 
earned the right to call me Bill."  

"Thank you, Bill. Now that I've gotten my marching orders, 
I guess I'd better get cracking."

Again, I heard him chuckling as he said, "That sounds like 
a plan to me. I'll talk to you later. I think you're going to 
work out just fine, as though I ever had any doubts." 

With that he hung up, leaving me staring at the phone with 
a goofy grin on my face. When the dial tone sounded in my ear, I 
also hung up and poured myself another drink. My mind returned to 
Richard's cryptic remarks about Bridgett. Perhaps I would solve 
that mystery this afternoon. If she didn't initiate anything, I 
just might try to see how receptive she might be to my advances. 
She was, I'd decided, an enticing girl. It was a warm, sunny day 
and, after a few sips of wine, I dozed off. 

After what seemed to be only a few moments, but was 
actually more like a few hours, the ringing phone jarred me back 
to reality. It was Bridgett, her soft lilting voice informing me 
that she was now off duty and asking me if I would like some 
company.

"Of course, that would be nice, Bridgett. Come on up and 
join me for a drink," I responded. About ten minutes later I 
heard a soft knock on the door. A quick look through the peephole 
revealed the stunningly beautiful Bridgett, dressed in a simple 
but very revealing summer dress and carrying a large straw 
handbag. Unlocking and opening the door, I ushered her in, 
suggesting we retire to the balcony. I noticed that her garnet 
ring was now on her right hand rather than hanging on its little 
gold chain between her firm young breasts.
	
I poured us both a glass of chilled wine and we settled 
ourselves onto the balcony's upholstered lounge sofas. After a 
few moments of idle chatting, Bridgett asked me who had sponsored 
my membership to the Castle. I told her about my friendship with 
Ellen, and her relationship with Richard.

"Oh yes, I know Dickey," she grinned, "But how did you meet 
him?" Did Ellen tell you to look him up?"

"No, we both work for the same firm ... but yesterday I 
came very close to terminating his employment," I told her.

"My God, you aren't still planning to fire him are you? 
That would be devastating for him. He's such a nice man. Of 
course, he certainly doesn't need the money, but it would be a 
terrible blow to his ego!" she exclaimed.

"No, of course not. He's not being fired but right now he's 
a square peg in a round hole. He hasn't a clue about managing 
people but he appears to be a wizard at managing money. Lord 
knows he's had enough practice at it," I chuckled. "I'm moving 
him into the corporate financial area as the Comptroller of my 
new firm here in England.

	"What a relief," Bridgett sighed. "I'd hate to see him 
embarrassed by losing his job for incompetence. That would just 
crush him!" 

"Not to worry," I assured her. "His future with the company 
is secure, especially after last night when I found just how 
highly competent he is," I laughed.

"That has also been my experience with Dickey," Bridgett 
giggled. She was now lounging back on the sofa, one foot up on 
the cushion and the other on the floor, her dress slipping high 
up on her thigh.

"Would you like a refill," I asked, rising to my feet after 
noticing that her wine glass was nearly empty. 

Bridgett also unfolded herself from her seat on the sofa 
and stood before me. "I have a much better idea," she replied 
with a playful laugh. Placing her arms around me, one hand behind 
my shoulders and the other in the small of my back, she pulled me 
tightly against her, her warm lips eagerly seeking mine. As her 
hot demanding tongue insinuated itself deeply into my mouth I 
felt my pussy begin to tingle and moisten. Breaking the kiss, she 
placed her hands on my shoulders and held me at arms length, her 
now hooded green eyes appraising my petite figure. 

"I think the balcony is far too public for what I have in 
mind Alex, let's retire to your bedroom," she said in a suddenly 
husky voice. Brooking no rebuttal, not that I offered any, she 
grasped my hand firmly and, picking up her handbag, led me 
through the suite toward the bedroom.

As we entered, Bridgett placed her handbag on the floor 
next to the bed. Then, stepping behind me, she placed her arms 
around my body, her palms momentarily resting lightly on my 
stomach, then slowly sliding upward until they gently cupped my 
breasts. I felt her warm lips kiss on the side of my neck, her 
teeth nibbling gently on my suddenly hyper sensitive skin. I was 
not wearing a bra, and as she moved her palms lightly in a slow 
circular motion over my breasts, softly caressing my quickly 
hardening nipples, I felt my whole body responding to her touch. 

Bridgett's hands reluctantly left my tingling nipples, her 
fingers undoing the sash of my robe and allowing its front to 
fall open. She then pulled the sides of my loosened robe apart, 
displaying the entire front of my naked body. At the same time, 
she turned our bodies slightly so that I could see both of our 
reflections in the full length mirror attached to the sliding 
closet doors. 

Even though I was several years older than Bridgett, I 
couldn't help but notice that I looked like a small dark woman-
child in the embrace of a beautiful red haired, green-eyed pixie. 
With her emerald eyes locked onto mine in the mirror, she slipped 
my robe off my shoulders, allowing the garment to drop to the 
floor and pool around my ankles. I watched as her arms again 
circled my body, her hands resting on my slightly rounded stomach 
as she again lightly nibbled my neck. Then, her eyes still locked 
on mine in the mirror, she slid one dainty hand down and cupped 
my pussy mound, rubbing gently as her fingers eased themselves 
between my thighs, lightly massaging my nether lips.

"Ooh, you must be thinking naughty thoughts," she 
exclaimed, feeling the moisture leaking from my now awakening 
pussy.

"You're enough to give the Pope naughty thoughts," I 
replied with a throaty chuckle.

Staring at my face in the mirror, she let her hands roam 
freely over my shapely, petite body as if exploring a newly found 
treasure. I could feel her hot breath in my ear as she whispered, 
"Alex, you're even more beautiful than I remembered from last 
night."

Without a word, I turned to face her and started to unbutton her 
dress but she stopped me with a hot, insistent kiss, our tongues 
dueling, exploring with sudden urgency. She gently guided me 
backward until I felt the edge of the mattress pressing against 
the backs of my knees. I sat down on the bed and lay back, my 
feet still resting on the floor, my thighs slightly spread. 

Bridgett stood before me, looking down at me hungrily while 
slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress. Her eyes were again 
locked to mine, a mischievous smile on her lips. As she 
unfastened the last button, she shrugged her shoulders slightly 
and the garment slipped down her body. It was the only garment 
she was wearing. She now stood before me completely nude! 

Her alabaster skin, typical of a natural redhead, shone in 
the dimly lit bedroom. Her breasts were rather small, somewhere 
between a B and C cup, but exquisitely shaped, standing out 
proudly from her chest and topped with reddish-brown raspberry-
sized nipples which were now distended with excitement. I noticed 
a thin sprinkle of freckles on her upper chest which matched 
those I'd noticed earlier on her face. Her bush was a soft, 
neatly trimmed patch of light auburn fur, only slightly darker 
than her hair. She was truly a beautiful, exciting, exotic 
looking woman. 

I held out my arms in silent invitation, signaling her to 
join me on the bed. Instead, she slowly dropped to her knees and 
I moaned in anticipation as she placed her hands on my inner 
thighs, pushing them gently apart. Her hot, eager mouth sought 
the warmth and moisture of my equally eager pussy. I lifted my 
hips slightly to allow her greater access as she slid her hands 
under my body, her fingers clasping my buttocks tightly, pulling 
me to her until her probing tongue parted my pussy lips and 
sought my now swollen, tingling clitoris. My hips pushed gently 
against her warm mouth and I heard myself moan softly as I 
responded to her insistent explorations. 

I felt myself rapidly nearing a climax but I didn't want it 
to arrive this quickly. Reaching down, I grasped her head in my 
hands, pulling it away from my body and sat up, hugging her to my 
breast.

"Please ... Come, join me on the bed," I whispered, as I 
again lay back, pulling her unresisting body with me and swinging 
my legs up onto the bed. As she attempted to resume her kneeling 
position between my splayed thighs, I quickly twisted around 
until my head was positioned between her thighs, directly under 
her body, her temptingly damp, red-fleeced pussy enticingly close 
to my eager, waiting mouth. 

Her previously alabaster nether lips were now a glowing hot 
pink color, swollen with lust and slightly parted. Her clitoris 
pushing out of its sheath, brazenly peeking at me, demanded 
immediate attention. Wrapping my arms around her hips, I pulled 
her body down to my waiting mouth. My tongue gently explored the 
length of her vulva, swirling, probing, and exploring her hot, 
wet, muskiness. As I  flicked it rapidly back and forth across 
her clit, I felt her hips twitch sharply and then thrust firmly 
against my waiting face.

As I eagerly explored the intimate secrets of this young, 
highly aroused red-haired beauty, I felt her trailing hot kisses 
across my lower tummy, then moving lower, kissing my thighs, 
moving closer and closer to my now soaked pussy. As her wildly 
probing tongue found its target, I felt her thrust first one 
finger, then a second, into my pussy, searching for my G-spot 
which, after a moment, she found and exploited beautifully. Her 
ministrations had their desired effects, causing me to hump my 
hips upward against her, grinding instinctively against the 
maddening stroking of the insistent fingers and lashing tongue.

As we fed on each other's increasing lust, our bodies 
writhed, seeking release. Suddenly she sucked my clit into her 
hot mouth, her tongue swirling madly around and across it. This 
threw me into an immediate violent orgasm, my body thrashing 
uncontrollably. At the same time, I drove two fingers deep into 
her dripping tunnel and rapidly thrust them in and out, rubbing 
them firmly over the frontal wall of her pussy. She snapped her 
hips down hard against my face, her mons grinding against my 
chin, emitting a high pitched, keening moan. Both our bodies went 
rigid, then shuddered violently before collapsing.

We lay quietly for several seconds, recovering from our 
massive mutual releases, before untangling and hugging each 
other, still trying to control our breathing.

"Lord, Alex, that was wonderful," Bridgett murmured, still 
somewhat breathless. "I've been thinking about this ever since I 
recognized you this morning."

"I'm so glad we had this opportunity, Bridgett. You are 
truly a lovely young lady," I replied.

"You know, before Kevin convinced me to join the Castle 
club, I never would have thought of doing anything like this, 
especially with another woman. God, how innocent I was in those 
days," she laughed. "Back then, I thought sex was something a 
lass had to submit to in the dark with her companion ... and then 
only in the missionary position!  Ever since I saw you last 
night, saw how your lovely body responded to the men and women on 
that stage, I knew I had to make love to you. Of course, I knew 
we would have a chance to be together at the club but I truly 
wanted it to be more personal and private, the first time at 
least."

"I'm certainly glad it worked out this way, dear," I 
grinned. "But if you hadn't seduced me when you did, I'd planned 
to seduce you later this evening!"

"You did?" Bridgett asked, a giggle in her voice.

"I certainly did ... and I'd have done it too." I assured 
her.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have a gift for you," Bridgett 
grinned, reaching over the edge of the bed to retrieve her large 
straw handbag. 

"I called Richard after I talked with you this morning and 
asked him what he thought would be a suitable gift for you," she 
said, rummaging around inside the large bag. "And he suggested 
this ... Now where the hell did I put it?" 

"Ta-dahhh!" she exclaimed, as she pulled out a rectangular 
package, prettily gift wrapped in silver foil covered with hearts 
and cupids. "Think of this as a welcoming gift from Kevin and 
myself," she said, handing it to me.

Slightly flustered, I mumbled something to the effect that 
'she shouldn't have' and accepted her proffered gift. The 
wrapping looked far too fancy to just tear open so I fumbled 
around with the paper, trying to figure out where to start. 
Impatiently, Bridgett snatched it from my inept fingers and 
ripped away the outer wrapping, revealing a plain, unmarked 
cardboard box about ten inches long and perhaps eight inches 
square. Then she handed it back to me saying, "Damn, I'll bet you 
drove your family crazy at Christmas!"

I grinned at her and inspected the box to determine how to 
get into it, then held it up to my ear and shook to see if it 
rattled.

"For God's sake, Alex, just open the damn thing! We'll both 
miss dinner at this rate."

"Ok... Ok," I relented, tearing one end of the box open and 
shaking its contents onto the bed. Out fell the strangest looking 
thing I'd ever seen. It was obviously a rather large flesh 
colored dildo, but it looked like none I'd ever seen before. It 
was about nine inches long and an inch and a half wide, which I 
suppose was normal enough, although I'm not exactly an expert on 
the subject, but there the resemblance ended. The head and shaft 
were covered entirely with a soft, wrinkled, loosely  fitting 
'skin'. What appeared to be an electronic control unit was 
attached by a thin cable to its base, which looked vaguely 
similar to a television remote control, except that the buttons 
were labeled in what appeared to be German and were color-coded. 
The box also contained some sort of battery recharging unit.

I guess my puzzlement must have shown in my expression 
because Bridgett explained, "Kevin has these especially made for 
me in Hamburg. I ordered three of them but I haven't even worn 
out the first one yet so I had a couple spares. Richard thought 
one of them would make an extremely appropriate gift for a newly 
inducted Castle member. Would you like me to show you how it 
works?"

"I guess you'd better, it looks more complicated than a 
NASA launch console to me," I chuckled.

Bridgett picked up the odd looking device and handed to me, 
telling me to grasp the shaft tightly in both hands. Once I had 
done as she instructed, she pressed the red button on the control 
unit that apparently turned it on as I heard a soft humming sound 
and felt the shaft grow warmer. She then pressed the blue button 
and I heard what sounded like a small electric air pump start up 
and the loose 'skin' covering the hard shaft began inflating, 
expanding the head and shaft.

"Now, here are the best features," Bridgett laughed as she 
pressed the green button. I gasped as I felt several ring-like 
extrusions expand around the shaft's circumference, about a 
quarter inch high and an inch apart. These raised rings extended 
along its entire length. 

When she next pressed the purple button, the device came 
alive in my hands, the rings oscillating back and forth, seeming 
to race along the length of the shaft.

Finally, she pressed the pink button and I felt the entire 
shaft rhythmically lengthen and shorten two or three inches 
resulting in a very realistic thrusting motion.

"The amount of inflation is controlled automatically by 
pressure sensors, it will expand until it firmly presses against 
every part of your pussy, then maintain that pressure until you 
turn it off," Bridgett explained. 

"You can control the speed of the ring movement, as well as 
the speed and depth of the thrusting feature by these two little 
knobs," she explained, demonstrating by rotating them in turn. I 
could just imagine what this high tech little gizmo would feel 
like in action!

"Ok, enough theory. Now it's time for a test drive. Just 
lay back, raise your knees with your feet flat on the mattress, 
open your legs and relax, Doctor Bridgett will take it from 
here," she instructed. Again reaching into her bag, she retrieved 
a small bottle of clear liquid lubricant and, squirting a little 
into the palm of her hand, proceeded to apply it to the head of 
artificial penis. 

Once I had assumed the prescribed position, she knelt 
between my widely spread thighs and with the fingers of one hand 
she spread my pussy lips apart while, with her other hand, she 
pressed the slick, massive head against the opening of my once 
again wet pussy, probing around it around until she was sure it 
was properly positioned. Then she applied a slow, steady pressure 
as it sank slowly but surely up into my excited tunnel until only 
about an inch remained outside me. Since she still had the 
control box by her side, I waited in growing anticipation, and 
more than a little trepidation, for her to continue her little 
demonstration.

"Ready," she asked with a broad smile. I nodded my head in 
cautious acceptance and she pressed the red button, turning on 
its internal heating unit. I could feel the head and shaft of the 
device embedded in my pussy begin to become warmer and warmer.

"Now for step two," she said as she pressed the blue 
button, inflating the 'skin' covering the solid core of the 
dildo, causing it to mould itself firmly to the internal contours 
of my pussy. God, I felt as fully stuffed as I had been with 
Richard last evening!

"Relax, Alex," Bridgett laughed. "This is going to be like 
nothing you have ever experienced before," she said

"You mean like a root canal operation," I asked. "I've 
never experienced one of those either," I joked.

"I don't know about the 'canal operation' part," she 
chuckled, "But I'm sure you will find experiencing the 'root' to 
be most pleasurable, dear." With that, she depressed the purple 
and pink buttons simultaneously.

My eyes popped wide open in surprise and I sucked in a 
sharp breath as my pussy exploded in series of powerful, 
heretofore unfelt sensations! I heard myself moaning softly as 
the raised rings undulated along the walls of my stretched pussy, 
massaging them slowly and sensually and the shaft slowly 
expanding and contracting, mimicking the motions of a loving man 
stroking himself determinedly into me. On the up stroke, it 
retreated a few inches, while on the down stroke the bulbous head 
caressed my cervix. 

With the control unit still clasped in her right hand, 
Bridgett bent forward, her mouth seeking my now throbbing clit. 
Capturing it between he soft lips, her agile tongue danced 
excitedly around it then flicked rapidly back and forth over its 
head. 

I felt the speed of the cock's motions increase as Bridgett 
turned the two buttons clockwise with her thumb. At the same 
time, she increased the intensity of her attentions on my clit. I 
felt myself nearing the crest as my body writhed under this 
massive stimulation. My head was thrashing from side to side and 
my hips were bucking violently against Bridgett's maddening 
mouth!

"God... Oh God... OH MY GOD!", I screamed as the most 
intense orgasm I'd ever experienced swept through my body. My 
nervous system was completely overloaded by the intensity of the 
stimulation provided by the magic cock, coupled with Bridgett's 
highly talented lips and tongue. I blacked out for what must have 
been several seconds. 

The next thing I remember was laying in Bridgett's arms, 
her soft lips lightly kissing my cheek and neck. I threw my free 
arm around her neck and hugged her to my body, just enjoying the 
sensation of coming down from the greatest high I had experienced 
since, as a pre-teen, I first discovered the magical properties 
of that tiny button of flesh hidden deep in the mysterious 
junction between my adolescent thighs. 

"Earth to Alex," Bridgett whispered in my ear. "Welcome 
back to the world of the living."

"God Bridgett, that was the best ever. Where did you say 
you got that marvelous little toy?"

"I agree it's marvelous but it's really not a toy, Alex," 
she answered with a smile. "It's actually one to the finest 
examples of precision German engineering available. Comparing it 
to those little pink plastic dildos you find in your local sex 
shop would be like comparing a Yugo to a Porsche twin-turbo 911!" 

"But to answer your question, Kevin was browsing through a 
sex shop in Amsterdam and decided that all the devices on display 
were merely cheap toys. He spoke with the owner about that sad 
state of affairs, who told him about an engineering firm in 
Hamburg that would custom design and manufacture nearly anything 
he specified. And, as they say, the rest is history." 

"Since Kevin commissioned the original design, we now get 
them at cost in lieu of royalty payments. These little beauties 
are not widely known, due to their cost and the fact that they 
are not advertised anywhere, but I understand they are wildly 
popular among the European elite."

"And well they should be," I chuckled. "In fact, they 
should include a warning label stating they may be addictive! But 
I don't understand why they aren't widely advertised. It would 
seem to me that they could sell millions of them."

"I think it's a matter cost," Bridgett replied. "They are 
selling quite a few, but they're rather expensive compared to the 
competition. I assume it's similar to Rolls Royce; when was the 
last time you saw a full page ad in the London Times for Rolls 
Corniches? As I once heard an American say, if you have to ask, 
you can't afford it," she laughed. "Besides, I doubt that being 
known as the manufacturer of the worlds best dildo would do much 
for their conservative company image."

Once my breathing returned to normal and my pulse rate 
dropped below the red zone, we showered and dressed. Returning to 
the balcony, we chatted about some of her experiences at the 
Castle, as well as my plans for setting up the new firm and all 
the tasks that needed to be accomplished in a relatively short 
time. 

As I was describing the monumental task of finding 
appropriate real estate and staff, Bridgett suggested a source of 
assistance that I had not even considered. The membership of the 
Castle Club contained many of the leading movers and shakers in 
southern England who, Bridgett assured me, could be a gold mine 
of information and assistance and who she was sure would be only 
too willing to work with a fellow member. I filed that bit of 
inside information away for future reference.

Glancing at my watch, I was surprised to see it was now 
after 5 pm. "Wow, where did the afternoon go," I exclaimed. "Does 
Kevin know where you are?"

"Oh yes, I talked with him earlier and told him what I had 
in mind with you. In fact, he wrapped your 'gift' and dropped it 
off here at the hotel shortly before I came up to your room," 
Bridgett replied with a grin.

"We also agreed that we should treat you to a welcoming 
dinner tonight. He called Dickey and set it all up. Dickey will 
pick you up at eight and we'll all meet at The Black Friar Pub 
about eight-thirty. Are you good with that?"

"Of course," I replied, "But why didn't Richard call and 
confirm the plan with me?"

"I believe he was warned that you might not be available to 
accept calls for an indeterminate period this afternoon," 
Bridgett chuckled.

"Oh, right! That was most considerate of you all," I 
responded with false sarcasm.  "This is taking on the appearance 
of a vast hedonistic conspiracy involving half of London!"

"Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see how vast it 
really is, my dear," she replied, wiggling her eyebrows with a 
leering grin. "I'd better run now if I'm to get ready for our 
little party. See you about nine then." 

With that, she gathered her things and headed for the door. 
Before she could open it, I caught her arm and pulled her back 
into my arms, kissing her warmly, our tongues momentarily 
fencing.

"Thank you so much for a wonderful afternoon, 
Bridgett...And for your most thoughtful gift," I said.

"You're entirely welcome, Alex," she said warmly as she 
left, closing the door quietly behind her.

If this afternoon was a taste of the kinkiness that Richard 
had mentioned I was impressed I thought as I picked up the phone 
to call Richard.


Chapter 8: Bridgett's Kinky Secrets

Richard showed up at my hotel suite door around seven, 
dressed informally in faded jeans, an open-necked white shirt 
under a lightweight, pale blue, sweater and ox blood loafers. We 
hadn't discussed suitable attire for the evening during our 
previous phone conversation, so when I opened the door for him I 
felt more than a little foolish in my all-purpose little black 
dress with its mini-skirt and spaghetti straps ... And the black 
fishnet hose weren't going to work either. Not a problem, 
however. We had at least an hour before we had to leave to meet 
Kevin and Bridgett at the pub.

"You didn't mention that this was to be a dress-down 
evening," I chided him."

"I'm sorry, but I thought you'd realize that fact when I 
told you we were meeting at a pub," he grinned.

I was not going to let him off this easily. 

"Richard, there's an old saying that the word 'assume' 
makes an ass out of u and me. In the future, please don't assume 
anything," I answered with mock sternness, then grinned back at 
him.

For an instant a look of genuine distress flashed across 
Richard's face, but as soon as my delayed grin registered in his 
mind, he visibly relaxed. 

"My God, Alex. For a minute there I thought you were living 
up to your nickname!"

"And what would that be, kind sir?"

"Why, Old Iron Ass, of course. But I never did believe that 
characterization, even for a second! First of all, you're not 
really all that that old, and secondly I know for a fact that 
your ass isn't iron. More like velvet, as a matter of fact," he 
laughed, pulling me into his arms, kissing me warmly as his hands 
caressed my suddenly controversial ass.

"Damn it, don't start anything now. I still have to change 
and we don't have time for that foolishness now," I grumbled in 
mock irritation, carefully not ruling out any 'foolishness' 
later. 

With that, I headed for the bedroom to change into 
something slightly less formal. "Come along. You can act as my 
consultant in the proper choice of acceptable pub-crawling 
attire," I said. "While I'm changing, we can also discuss the 
extent of your participation in Bridgett's little conspiracy this 
afternoon. As I understand it, you're now a gift consultant, in 
addition to your other native talents!"

"I just try to be of assistance whenever possible, my 
dear," he joked.

"Oh yes, just an eager little Boy Scout aren't you, always 
looking for good deeds to perform," I laughed.

In the bedroom, I rummaged through the bureau drawers, 
coming up with a pair of form fitting stone-washed jeans and a 
white designer polo shirt. Then I glanced at Richard's choice of 
clothing and added a pair of white cotton socks, a pair of Reebok 
tennis shoes and finally a casual camel-hair blazer.

I slipped my black dress off over my head, removed the 
fish-net hose and shimmied into the tight fitting jeans and polo 
shirt. Turning to Richard for his approval regarding my choices, 
I realized he wasn't paying attention to my clothing. Instead, he 
was staring at the still rumpled bed, a knowing grin on his face.

"Hmmm ... No maid service this morning," he asked 
innocently.

"Oh yes, as a matter of fact the maid service is excellent, 
and room service this afternoon was wasn't bad either... as if 
you didn't know," I replied.

"Of course I knew, I'm just feeling a little jealous that I 
wasn't here to join in. Bridgett is a real handful, isn't she? By 
the way, how did you like her welcoming gift?"

"The gift was very thoughtful," I replied, adding with a 
grin, "And the personal demonstration was even more so."

Richard laughed heartily, taking me in his arms and hugging 
me warmly. His lips sought mine as his hands caressed my back, 
then slid slowly down to cup my denim-clad buttocks, massaging 
them gently. 

I returned his kiss; tracing his lips with my tongue, then 
sliding it between them into his warm, waiting mouth. As our 
tongues parried, I felt his cock, now pressed against my stomach, 
starting to react. Breaking the kiss and attempting to ignore the 
tingling of my nipples and warmth I felt slowly spreading through 
my , I whispered in his ear, "No time for that now, ... Later." 
He hugged me tighter for just a second, then released me and 
returned to the living room.

I quickly donned the socks and shoes, shrugged into the 
blazer and rejoined Richard in the lounge, where I found him 
pouring two glasses of wine. Handing me one glass, he raised the 
other and offered a toast. 

"Here's to the future ... and a long, enjoyable and 
profitable career on our enchanted little isle," he said, smiling 
at me.

"Well, based upon the conversation I had with Bill Sherman 
this afternoon, I'm sure we both will have long, enjoyable and 
hopefully, extremely profitable careers ... If I can manage to 
handle all the details involved in setting up the new company in 
a timely manner, that is," I grinned. As we sipped our wine, I 
told him about my earlier conversation with Bill and his 
authorization for me to hire staff and acquire a suitable 
facility.

"Right then," Richard said, his tone now serious. "First 
thing in the morning let's get together and develop a plan of 
action. If you wish, I'll handle setting up the financial end and 
you can start trying to locate suitable property. Once Ellen 
arrives, she can handle the personnel procurement. But, first 
things first. We'd better get cracking if we're going to meet 
Kevin and Bridgett by nine. The traffic in London is terrible 
this time of the evening!"

Despite Richard's concern about the traffic, we arrived at 
the Black Friar, a narrow wedge-shaped building on Queen Victoria 
Street, shortly before nine. We were led through a low arched 
passageway to a small, intimate bar where Bridgett sat in a large 
upholstered booth with a handsome young man, both nursing glasses 
of warm dark ale. Seeing our approach, she quickly slid out of 
the booth and hugged me enthusiastically, then introduced me to 
her husband, Kevin, a large, athletic looking fellow apparently 
in his late 20's. 

He also rose and shook my hand as Bridgett introduced us, 
his grip strong but slightly restrained, as though conveying  
controlled strength. Leaning toward me, he kissed me lightly on 
both cheeks, saying, "Welcome to England, Alex. You look nearly 
as lovely as you did on stage at the Castle... and you were a 
knock-out there!" I blushed slightly in spite of myself, as I 
suddenly remembered that he had been in the audience for my 
initiation ceremony.  

With the introductions out of the way, we all settled into 
the booth, studying the menus, preparing to order.

"What would you recommend, Richard," I asked, assuming that 
he ate here regularly.

"I really don't know, Alex," he replied with a smile. "This 
is the first time I've been here in ages. However, if I remember 
correctly, you can't go wrong with the fish-and-chips."

That sounded good to me and we wound up ordering four 
orders of fish-and-chips, along with pints of Guinness all 
around. While waiting for our food to arrive, I had a chance to 
become acquainted with Kevin, and to a lesser extent, Bridgett.

"So Kevin, I understand from Bridgett that you both observed my           
initiation. Tell me, how well do you think I handled it?" 

Kevin grinned at me and replied, "My god Alex, that's a 
really loaded question. But avoiding the obvious double entendre, 
you reacted much better than anyone else I've ever I've ever 
seen, including Bridgett. Damn, Marianne really threw the works 
at you. Do you realize that you were on stage for at least an 
hour and a half?"

"No, I had no idea it lasted that long, but then I had too 
much on my mind to concentrate on what time it was," I chuckled.

"I'll bet you did," he laughed, "But that's about all you 
had on! By the way, what do you think of Bridgett's little 
welcoming present?"

God, everyone at the table knows about that damned Magic 
Dildo, I thought to myself, but aloud I said, "It's wonderful. I 
understand that you are responsible for the design modifications. 
Quite ingenious of you, I'm really impressed."

"Well, thank you very much, but if you think that was 
ingenious, wait until you see what Bridgett has hidden at home," 
he laughed.

Bridgett slugged him in the arm and exclaimed, "You're 
really terrible, Kevin!" 

I noticed she was blushing furiously, her face turning a 
bright shade of crimson.

"What's the matter, Bridgett? Is Kevin telling tales out of 
school again," I asked her, grinning ear to ear.

"No, not really. It's just not something I feel comfortable 
discussing in public. But since he brought it up, why don't you 
both drop by our house after we eat and I'll show you what he's 
talking about," she replied, her face still flushed.

We were interrupted by the waiter delivering our meals. It 
looked quite tasty but I was disappointed because the fish-and-
chips were served on platters, instead of being wrapped in 
yesterday's newspaper and soaked in vinegar as I had expected. 
When I voiced my disapproval to Richard, he looked at me solemnly 
and explained, as to a very young child, that it was only served 
wrapped in newspaper in local take-out shops. In upscale 
restaurants, it was served on china.

"Well, excuse me, I didn't realize that. Next time, let's 
go to a take-out shop. I expect this experience to be like the 
movies and they always get their fish-and-chips wrapped in 
newspaper," I grumbled.

Regardless of the lack of newspapers, the meal proved to be 
excellent and we all fell silent as we tucked into the food. It 
was delicious, but I still thought it would have tasted better if 
it had been wrapped in paper!

Finally, the last plate was pushed back and I couldn't help 
but notice that every scrap of food had been devoured. We were 
all stuffed and for a moment we sat looking at the famous plaques 
and pictures that lined the walls, without saying a word. At last 
Kevin broke the silence, saying, "I vote we all retire to our 
house for a glass or two of wine." Richard seconded the motion, 
while Bridgett and I nodded our assent. 

While the men were paying the bills for our meal, Bridgett 
and I wandered out the front to wait for them on the sidewalk. As 
we waited, I asked Bridgett what Kevin had meant earlier when he 
mentioned something about hiding something at home.

"It's much easier to show you than it is to explain," 
Bridgett said, again blushing. "You'll see what I mean when we 
get there."

About that time, Kevin and Richard emerged from the pub and 
we made our way to the car park. As Richard and I climbed into 
the Range Rover he was driving tonight, I saw Kevin holding open 
the door of a gleaming new silver Jaguar XKR coupe for Bridgett. 
We allowed them to pull out of the car park first, then followed 
them closely as we crept through the heavy, early evening 
downtown traffic.

As we neared the suburbs the traffic became somewhat 
lighter and we soon entered an area of decidedly upscale 
property; large three-story houses, sprawling emerald green lawns 
landscaped with well trimmed shrubs, massive old trees and gated 
drives.

"Richard, are you sure Kevin and Bridgett live in this 
area," I asked in a puzzled tone. "And that new silver Jag 
they're driving... You don't pick XKR's up at Happy Harry's Used 
Car lot! Good Lord, she's working as a waitress in a hotel."

Richard chuckled at my confusion, then said, "Yes, I'm sure 
they live in this area... just up the street as a matter of 
fact... and no, I can assure you they did not purchase that car 
at Happy Harry's. I would guess that particular Jaguar cost Kevin 
about $85,000 US a couple of months ago. And as for Bridgett 
working as a hotel waitress, Kevin's aunt just acquired the food 
service concession at the hotel and Bridgett is only helping her 
out there for a few weeks until they can hire enough trained 
staff to get up and running. Any other questions I can help you 
out with?"

"No, I think that's enough enlightenment for now," I 
replied tersely, then as an afterthought I added, "And don't be a 
wise ass, Dickey. In case you've forgotten, I sign your paycheck 
now!" As an second afterthought, I added, "Not that you need it, 
of course."

Richard shot me a sidelong glance, just to make sure I was 
smiling, before he chuckled and replied, "Right then. Just wanted 
to be sure you understood that Bridgett's not exactly a common 
charwoman and they really don't have to live in council housing."

Just then we saw the sleek Jag's left turn signal flash as 
it slowed and turned into a drive. The gate opened automatically, 
probably from a remote signal triggered within the car. Hell, 
with Kevin's love for tricky gadgets, the damn gate probably read 
his license plate!

We followed the silver Jag through the open gate and up a 
wide, tree lined drive. After several turns, we came in view of 
the house, if it could be called that. The front of the building 
was bathed in light from floodlights strategically positioned 
around the lawn, revealing a huge three-story, gray stone Tudor 
with a wide white portico at the front entrance, leading to 
recessed double oak doors, gleaming with fresh lacquer and at 
least ten feet tall.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "I've seen resort hotels that were less 
impressive!"

"Yes," Richard replied, "It does make quite a statement, 
doesn't it?"

"What's their background anyway, is Kevin or Bridgett 
related to the Royal family or something," I asked, in awe.

"Not that I know of, just filthy rich I would guess. I'm 
not exactly sure what the source of their money is...I just know 
they seem to have a lot of it."

Kevin pulled to the outer side of the portico, leaving room 
for Richard to pull in next to the entranceway. As we exited the 
Land Rover, Kevin and Bridgett joined us and led us toward the 
door, which was opened by a liveried butler who ushered us 
inside.

"Good evening sir," he said to Kevin. "A fire is set in the 
lounge and the wine is chilling as you requested."

Thank you, George," Kevin replied, "That will be all for 
this evening. We won't be requiring anything further, so you may 
retire now."

"Very good, sir," the butler replied and departed toward 
the rear of the house.

When we entered the lounge, we found a fire burning 
cheerfully in the massive field stone fireplace. Two leather 
covered sofas faced each other on either side of the fireplace, 
with a matching love seat completing a 'U' shaped grouping. A low 
mahogany table, holding four wine glasses and a silver ice bucket 
containing a bottle of Chablis, sat between the sofas.

Richard and I sat facing the other couple as Kevin poured 
the wine and handed a glass to each of us. As we settled back 
into the butter-soft leather, I grinned at Bridgett and said, "OK 
girl, just what did you get so embarrassed about at the pub?"

Bridgett smiled, her incredible emerald green eyes 
sparkling in the firelight, as she replied, "Well, it seems that 
Kevin's and my own interest in sexual enhancement devices didn't 
exactly end with his design of the 'Magic Dildo' that you are 
already well acquainted with. 

As Bridgett paused, I pressed, "All right, but what was 
Kevin talking about when he mentioned something about you 'having 
a secret cache at home'?"

"I was just getting to that," Bridgett said, slightly 
flustered. "We have several of the prototype machines set up in a 
spare bedroom, where they are in the process of being 
'evaluated'. Would you like to see them?"

I noticed Richard and Kevin smiling at each other 
conspiratorially as they followed our conversation and I wondered 
just what they were up to. However, I placed my wine glass on the 
table, rose to my feet and said, "Certainly, lead the way 
Bridgett. Are you two grinning idiots coming?"

The two men, still grinning, hesitated for a moment before 
Kevin replied, "No, you two ladies run along. Richard and I have 
some boring 'guy things' we need to discuss."

I reached out and pulled Bridgett to her feet. Still 
holding my hand, she led me back through the foyer toward a wide 
curved staircase leading to the second floor.

At the top of the stairs were three oak paneled corridors 
radiating from the landing; one to the left, another to the 
right, and a center one which seemed to lead toward the rear of 
the house.

Bridgett guided me down the center hallway, stopping in 
front of what appeared to be a narrow sliding door. Reaching 
above its casing, she apparently pressed a concealed button, 
causing the door to slide silently open, revealing a small 
elevator cab. She led me inside and pressed another button marked 
with an arrow pointing upward. The door hissed shut as quietly as 
it had opened and I heard a soft humming sound as the cab began 
to smoothly rise.

"Good Lord, Bridgett. A lift just to go up one flight in a 
private home? Isn't that just a bit ostentatious," I observed.

"Kevin's also a security nut, I'm afraid," she replied. 
"And besides, this makes our little hideout seem a little more 
special...almost like a secret tree-house when we were kids." 

When it reached its destination, the elevator stopped and 
the door whispered open once again. With only the light from 
within the elevator, I could see nothing except a small patch of 
very plush royal blue carpeting. Everything else was in complete 
darkness.

"Just a second," Bridgett said, as she stepped out of the 
cab and found the light switch. Subdued indirect lighting flooded 
the area beyond, revealing what at first glance appeared to be a 
large carpeted bedroom. However, upon emerging from the small 
elevator, I noticed it was more than a mere bedroom.

Bridgett led me on a tour of the room, or more accurately a 
suite of rooms, pointing out a separate full bath and a small 
kitchenette. The main room was dominated by a massive king-sized 
canopied bed. I walked over to it and looked upward. Sure enough, 
there under the canopy was a mirror which ran the full length of 
the bed.

I raised one eyebrow and grinned at Bridgett. Predictably, 
she blushed slightly. "What's the matter," she asked, "Don't tell 
me you didn't notice what Dickey has over his bed?"

Damn, I thought, there's no keeping a secret within this 
group, not because she knew about Richard's mirrored bed, but 
rather that she knew I knew about it.

The rest of the room was outfitted with the expected 
bedroom furniture including two mahogany nightstands, two chests 
of drawers and a large, double-door wardrobe with two drawers 
below the doors. A small wicker sofa and low coffee table formed 
an informal seating area at one side of the bed. What appeared to 
be an electronics workshop was also tucked into one corner of the 
main room. 

I also noted a collection of odd looking devices scattered 
about the main room. A couple of them looked like a truncated 
gymnastic 'horses' which stood about eighteen inches high. At the 
center of the top of each 'horse', a short metal arm protruded at 
about a 45 degree angle. On the floor near the 'horses' there 
were two red, leather-covered, 2' X 2' X 2' cubical shaped boxes 
which looked like small trunks, or storage cases of some sort, 
with shiny brass tack heads outlining the lower edge of their 
covers. 

The workbench area was littered with an assortment of 
articulated mechanical arms, small electric motors, vacuum pumps, 
various electronic bits and pieces I couldn't immediately 
recognize, as well as hand tools, soldering irons and electronic 
multi-meters.

Not understanding just what I was looking at, I asked, 
"This is certainly a nice little hideaway, and it appears that 
Kevin also uses it as some sort electro-mechanical laboratory as 
well. But where are the 'toys' you supposedly have hidden away? 
After the devise you gave me this afternoon, I was expecting to 
see something really impressive... and titillating!"

Bridgett laughed at my confusion and hugged me tightly. Her 
lips met mine and our tongues instinctively joined, performing an 
exciting little passion dance. She let her hands slide slowly 
down my back and moaned softly as her fingers gently caressed my 
butt. I felt my body responding to her ministrations, my nipples 
tingling in anticipation and a warm sensation growing in my 
loins. 

As suddenly as it began, Bridgett pulled back, and holding 
me at arms length, her eyes sparkling, said, "You're looking at 
our secret stash of toys right now, Alex. You just don't 
recognize it. Let me get us each another glass of wine and I'll 
give you a little show-and-tell." With that, she stepped into the 
small kitchenette, retrieved a bottle of wine from 'fridge and 
filled two chilled wine glasses. Returning to the main room, she 
moved to the small wicker sofa and placed the wine on the low 
table positioned in front of it, patting the cushion next to her 
indicating that I should join her.
  
As I sat down and picked up my wine glass, Bridgett half 
turned to me and raised her glass, saying, "I'd like to propose a 
toast; To the beautiful friendship that began this afternoon. May 
it grow and blossom." 

"To our friendship," I murmured as I touched the rim of my 
glass to hers. We each took a sip of the wine, sealing the toast.

"Let me start at the beginning," Bridgett began. "It all 
started when I saw some advertisements on the Internet. I became 
fascinated by the possibilities and got Kevin involved. Now, as 
you might have already guessed, Kevin is somewhat of a nut when 
it comes to electro-mechanical devices. I think he feels that any 
machine someone else builds, he can improve. Anyway, he purchased 
several of these devices and showed them to Marianne, hoping that 
she might wish to purchase some of them to install at the Castle. 
She was quite impressed with the concept, but felt the machines 
available on the market today were somewhat limited in their 
abilities so she commissioned Kevin to reengineer them to her 
specifications. What you see here are some of the fruits of his 
labor. None of them are quite fully functional at this point but 
you might want to put your name in the queue for volunteer test 
pilots. At the moment you would be second in line...right behind 
me," she laughed. 

"Right then, I guess it's time to explain what Kevin meant 
by 'my secret stash. Let me start by asking you this, what is the 
most expensive sex toy you have ever seen or heard of?"

I thought for a few seconds, then answered, "Well, I'm no 
expert on the subject, but I have seen one advertised in sexually 
oriented magazines which looked as though it might be a bit 
pricey. In the pictures, it showed a young female model kneeling 
astride a padded device that looked something like a gymnast's 
'horse', in fact, it looked a lot like... Oh My God! I didn't 
even suspect," I laughed, looking at the padded devices on the 
floor near the bed.

"Right you are, you didn't recognize them because the dildo 
holders are not attached at the moment," Bridgett grinned. That's 
probably the best known of these devices because it has been so 
heavily advertised, but it's not quite the most expensive. Let me 
show you one even pricier... and more versatile." 

With that, she rose and walked over to one of the leather 
covered boxes. Pressing a latch in the front, she opened the top 
which was hinged at the rear. As she raised the top, a metal 
frame unfolded itself so that when the top portion was fully 
open, it came to rest against the frame at about a 30 degree 
angle. I saw then that it wasn't actually a box at all, but 
rather it folded out to form a short padded bench. That was odd, 
it looked more like an expensive weight-pressing bench than a 
high tech sex toy.

Bridgett chuckled as she noticed my puzzlement. "Wait just 
a moment until I finish setting it up and its function will 
become intuitively obvious," she said with a grin. Opening the 
wardrobe, she selected a short metal bar and a small wooden case 
which she carried to the padded bench. Laying the case on the 
bench, she inserted the metal bar through a narrow slot in the 
padding and pressed it down until it locked in position with a 
click. She then opened the wooden box and brought out a machined 
metal object about 4" inches in length with two Velcro straps 
attached and pressed it down onto the end of the protruding metal 
arm she had installed previously until it locked in place with 
another satisfying click. 

She then paused for a moment as though pondering several 
choices, finally selecting what appeared to be a thick, 8" or 9" 
translucent, anatomically correct, dildo with a prominent raised 
ridge at the rear of its bulbous head, its shaft covered with 
distended veins. The shaft itself curved upward like a scimitar, 
complete with a large pendulous ball sac, which she attached 
firmly to the end of arm with the Velcro straps. The silvery 
dildo gleamed menacingly in the subdued light, its skin appearing 
slick and wet, as thought it had just been withdrawn from a hot, 
excited pussy.

Stepping back, she surveyed her work. Seemingly satisfied 
that she had everything right, she looked back over her shoulder 
with a smile and asked, "Have you been able to guess its function 
yet?"

"Yes, as you predicted, it is indeed intuitively obvious. 
However, I can't wait to see a demonstration," I smiled in reply.

"Just think of the experience of buying a very hot, very 
expensive sports car you've salivated over for months. If you 
think a demonstration would be enjoyable, just wait till you get 
to try the test drive!" Bridgett chuckled.

"Now watch this, this is really exciting," she exclaimed, 
as she reached into the case once more and pulled out a remote 
control. Pressing a switch, the cock sprang to life. Humming 
softly, it thrust forward a few inches, slowed for just an 
instant, then pressed determinedly forward another inch or two 
before retracting back to its starting position before repeating 
its stroke.

"At the moment, this is the action of the machine as it 
comes from the manufacturer, however we decided that it would be 
better if the user had a wider range of speeds to choose from and 
could also change the depth of its stroke." Saying this, she made 
some changes to the controls. The cock slowed and its stroke 
increased to from about 5" to 8" or more. 

After leaving it at this setting for a moment, she then 
changed the adjustment once again, leaving the stroke length the 
same but increasing the speed to a hammering two thrusts per 
second. I could just imagine myself reclining back on that soft 
red padded bench with that untiring cock slamming relentlessly 
into my wet eager pussy until I could stand it no longer! God, 
what a thought! 

The only improvement I could think of would be to add 
raised thigh and leg rests to add to the comfort and relaxation 
of the user. I mentioned this to Bridgett, to which she replied, 
"Marianne and I both suggested the same thing to Kevin, who is 
now working on that exact modification. I guess great horny minds 
operate on the same wavelength."

Bridgett, turning the thrusting speed down to its minimum 
rate and leaving it cycling through its slow and sensuous motions 
providing a sexual form of background music, picked up the wooden 
case and again joined me on the sofa. Placing the case on the 
table, she opened the lid allowing me to examine its contents. 
Its black velvet interior contained preformed depressions 
designed to hold several attachments in addition to the dildo 
holder, including an assortment of regular cocks in all sizes and 
colors, one that looked suspiciously like a long, bright red dog 
cock which varied in thickness in undulating waves along its 
length. Another consisted of two cocks, one long and thick while 
the other shorter and slimmer. This was obviously designed for 
simultaneous double penetration.   There was even one that was 
the replica a thick five inch male finger!

As Bridgett explained the various attachments, her hand 
gently massaged my back, our heads so close together that I could 
feel the warmth of her breath on my neck as she discussed the 
pros and cons of each device. Before she had worked her way half 
way through the amazing assortment of exciting goodies, my 
nipples were tingling, begging for attention, the crotch panel of 
my panties slick with my secretions. That damned machine humming 
softly in the background, its rampart cock thrusting slowly back 
and forth waiting patiently for a willing pussy, did nothing to 
dampen my rising excitement either. 

"OK, now let's look at the other model we have here. She 
stepped to the wardrobe and removed another dildo, this one 
standing straight up from a rectangular 4"X6", slightly curved, 
soft plastic base.

Moving to one of the padded horse-like devices, she placed 
the dildo over the protruding rod and pressed down on it, locking 
it in place with an audible click, the curved base of the dildo 
exactly matching the curve of the padded horse's back. Reaching 
down, she flipped a switch at the rear of the machine and it also 
hummed to life. It was amazing. While the base of the faux cock 
remained motionless, the shaft began to slowly expand and retract 
about 2". At the same time, the tip was now moving lazily around 
in a circular motion, describing a 1" circle while its surface 
vibrated with a soft buzzing sound.

"One of the modifications we've made to this model is the 
thrusting action of the cock. The standard model only rotated and 
vibrated. While that can give you a great orgasm by providing 
intense stimulation to the G-spot, by adding a small thrusting 
feature it becomes even more exciting."

Bridgett returned to the sofa holding another remote 
control. She explained that the unit, as well as the couch-like 
machine, came with its control unit attached to a long cable, but 
she had found this to be awkward to use, as well as rather 
distracting, so she had asked Kevin to redesign it as a wireless 
unit. She added that she had also had him incorporate the 
lubrication, heating, and thrusting action. 

Handing it to me, she described its controls. There were 
two vertical rocker switches, one marked "Depth" and the other 
"Rotation." Both had a "+" symbol at the top and a "-" symbol at 
the bottom. Below them was a slider switch labeled "Speed", with 
an arrow pointing to the right. I noticed that it was now 
positioned all the way to the left. Two other push button 
switches were positioned at the upper corners of the control, one 
marked "Lube" and the other marked "Heat".

"Press the top end of the "Depth" switch marked "+", and 
see what happens," Bridgett told me. 

I pressed the top of the switch and held it down. As I 
watched, the cock began to make longer and longer strokes, until 
it was expanding and retracting a full 4".

"OK," said Bridgett, "Now hold down the "-" end."
 
I did as she instructed and noticed that the length of the 
thrust slowly decreased until it was only moving up and down 
about a quarter of an inch or so.

"Right, now that you've seen what that does, try the same 
thing with the "Rotation" switch."

I held down the "+" end and watched the arc of the tip 
rotation increase to about 2". Holding down the "-" end decreased 
the arc until it was barely quivering. Moving both switches back 
to their mid range positions, I then slid the speed switch in the 
direction of the arrow and noted that both the speed of rotation 
and thrusting both picked up greatly. 

"OK," I said, "I guess I've got this figured out. What 
about the "Lube" and "Heat" buttons?"

"They are pretty much self-explanatory," Bridgett said. 
"The "Lube" button causes a small amount of special, very slick, 
lubricating fluid to be forced through the pores of the material 
of the head and upper portion of the shaft. After you ride it for 
several minutes, you might find you need it. Or, on the other 
hand, knowing you, maybe not. The "Heat" switch works just like 
the heat control on your "Magic Dildo". You remember how good 
that felt, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah," I grinned at her.

"My God Alex, can you just imagine eight or ten of these 
things lined up in a mirrored exercise room at the Castle, all 
occupied by beautiful upper-class ladies wearing nothing but 
contented smiles," Bridgett giggled.

As we sat there, sipping wine and watching the upright 
dildo slowly thrusting, its tip rotating tirelessly, her left 
hand stopped stroking my back and slowly slid around my side, not 
stopping its slow, sensuous travels until it cupped my right 
breast, her fingers lightly rubbing and tweaking its nipple. With 
her right hand, she turned my face toward hers and her soft, warm 
lips met mine, her tongue tracing the outlines of my lips as if 
begging admittance. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the 
cushions, surrendering to the waves of excitement coursing 
through my body. As our tongues parried and thrust in mock 
battle, I felt her hands tugging my shirt out of the waistband of 
my jeans, then her hands cupping and massaging my naked breasts. 

She inhaled sharply as my hand slipped down to her crotch 
and cupped her jean-covered pussy mound, cupping and rubbing it 
with a grinding, rotating motion. Her tongue momentarily 
increased in intensity before she broke away and  urged me to my 
feet. As she led me across the room to the bed, she whispered,  
"Let's get more comfortable...quickly!"

She urged me down onto the edge of the bed and quickly 
removed my shoes and socks, then lifted my polo shirt up and over 
my head and tossed it aside. Unbuckling my belt and unzipping the 
fly of my jeans, she urged me onto my back as she attempted to 
pull them off. I lifted my hips momentarily and both my jeans and 
my now soaked panties slid smoothly down my legs, quickly joining 
my forgotten shirt. I sat up and began unbuttoning her shirt, as 
she pushed her own jeans and panties to the floor and stepped out 
of them. Catching them with a toe, she quickly flipped them 
aside, adding them to the pile of discarded clothing somewhere 
out of sight near the foot of the bed. With a lusty laugh, she 
scrambled up onto the bed and, facing my feet on her knees, 
straddled my head and buried her face in my now demanding pussy. 
I felt her tongue trace the outlines of my inner lips and probe 
my vaginal opening before seeking out my clit, by now forsaking 
its protective hood. She then sucked it gently between her warm 
lips,  flicking it with the tip of her tongue. 

I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her pussy down 
to my waiting mouth, her clipped red triangle of pubic hair 
tickling my nose.  Her pussy lips, normally color of fine 
translucent china, were now blushing a hot pink as her arousal 
caused the blood to pump into the area causing them to become 
puffy and slightly parted. I placed my chin under her small but 
pronounced mound and lashed her swollen clit with my tongue. She 
tensed momentarily and hunched her pussy down against my chin, 
then slipped two fingers up into my pussy, rubbing the front 
inner wall, searching for my G-spot. As my hips began to react 
with involuntary thrusts to the invading fingers, I trapped 
Bridgett's swaying breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently and 
tweaking the stiff, swollen nipples between my fingertips.

Suddenly I felt her body tense and her breath became ragged 
as she rapidly approached orgasm. Screaming "Oh God...Oh 
God...Ohhh Goddddd," she collapsed on top of me, as limp as a rag 
doll. At the same moment, my own climax raced through my body in 
a series of violent convulsions. 

Holding the now gasping Bridgett tightly, I rolled over 
onto my side, taking the limp girl with me. As we lay there 
facing each other, trying to regain our composure, I softly 
kissed her lips and whispered, "Its blossoming sweetheart"

We both drifted off for awhile, at first I wasn't sure if 
it was seconds, minutes, or hours, but I was suddenly brought 
wide awake by the feeling of warm lips sucking gently on my right 
nipple and a large masculine hand caressing my inner thigh. 
Opening my eyes, expecting to find Richard, I was surprised to 
find myself staring into Kevin's smiling green eyes.

"My God, Kevin, what are you doing," I whispered. "Your 
wife is laying right here beside me!" I didn't realize just how 
ridiculous that sounded, under the circumstances, until he 
chuckled and replied, "I know she is, Luv. But she's rather 
occupied herself at the moment."

I turned my head and saw Bridgett lying with her head 
resting on Richard's thigh, her lips wrapped around the massive 
purple head of his cock.

Richard smiled at me and said, "Welcome back to the land of 
the living. I hope you don't mind that we started without you."

"Not at all, Dickey," I chided him. "You carry on, I'm sure 
I can find something to do while you're busy," I continued, as I 
reached down and grasped Kevin's rampart cock in my hand. God, it 
was big, I thought as I squeezed it a couple of times, then 
started slowly stroking its thick shaft.

"Right then, I'm sort of involved in a time critical 
project at the moment, so if you'll excuse me..." he said, as he 
placed Bridgett on her back, her head near mine. Then, on his 
knees, he raised her legs and pulled her butt up between his wide 
spread thighs. Bridgett smiled at me and winked as she thrust her 
hips up to meet him and reaching down, grasped his cock and 
rubbed its head back and forth in her slit to lubricate it before 
lodging it firmly at the opening of her vagina. Richard hunched 
his hips forward and I could see his huge cockhead slowly sinking 
into her wet tunnel. As its head popped in, she gasped in delight 
and I saw her widely stretched opening snap tightly back around 
his shaft.

Not to be outdone, Kevin rose to his knees, flipped me onto 
my stomach, and lifting my hips, placed me on my knees with my 
face still on the mattress. As he leaned over my back he 
whispered, "I've been wanting to do this since I saw you up on 
that stage, Alex!" 

Without further ado, he moved up close behind me and 
socketed his cockhead firmly into the entrance to my still slick 
pussy. As he applied more pressure, I pressed my ass back toward 
him, rocking it slightly from side to side, and felt myself 
opening to him. Maintaining the steady pressure, I felt the 
progress of his head as he sunk deeper and deeper, my inner walls 
rippling open as he drove slowly into my core. His ball sack 
suddenly bumped against my clit and at the same time I felt his 
cockhead kiss my cervix, causing a little jolt of excitement to 
flash through me like distant lightning. 

Kevin proved a very considerate lover, one hand clasped my 
left breast, a finger rubbing its now distended nipple, as his 
other hand slipped around to my stomach, his palm massaging my 
mound as two fingers slowly and gently stroked up and down my 
slit, stroking both sides of my clit.  

I glanced over at Bridgett and saw that her eyes were 
clamped tightly shut, her face showing intense concentration as 
she snapped her hips upward meeting Richard's increasingly rapid 
thrusts. It was then that I noticed that, consciously or 
unconsciously, Richard and Kevin had fallen into a rhythm, 
matching each other stroke for stroke. About then Bridgett opened 
her eyes, and it seemed, for the first time noticed that my face 
was only inches from her own. We smiled at each other and I 
stretched out a hand to play with her beasts, then leaned over 
and locked my mouth to hers.

At the pace the men were setting, none of us were going to 
last much longer. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly and, 
from Bridgett's wildly gyrating hips and her excited tongue 
action in my mouth, I knew she wasn't very far behind. Richard 
was slamming into Bridgett so hard her body seemed to ripple each 
time he bottomed out and I had to brace myself to keep Kevin's 
hard, quick strokes from dislodging my mouth from Bridgett's.

Suddenly Kevin shouted, "I'm Cumming, Alex, I'm Cumming," 
as he grabbed my hips, pulling my butt back against his groin, 
while at the same time slamming his hips forward. I felt the 
first hard spurt of hot sperm splash against my cervix. 

At the same instant, Bridgett screamed as her body 
convulsed and quivered in ecstasy. That triggered my own climax. 
Bridgett said later that my own scream echoed her own, but I 
don't remember uttering a sound. I pushed back against Kevin with 
all my strength as his cock continued to jerk deep within me, 
flooding me with spurt after spurt. Then, without warning, he 
collapsed onto my back, pinning me to the mattress under his 
considerable bulk. At that point, it didn't matter. My vision 
tunneled down to a pinpoint, then that blinked out as I lost 
consciousness.

The next thing I remember was opening my eyes to see three 
anxious faces peering down at me with deep concern. Seeing that I 
was awake, Richard asked, "Are you alright, Alex?"

Still feeling a little disorganized, I said in a small 
voice, "Of course I am. What the hell happened anyway? The last 
thing I remember was experiencing the climax of a lifetime and 
then...Nothing!"

All three of them laughed nervously, their relief obvious. 
As soon as I had recovered sufficiently, Bridgett led me to the 
bathroom where we showered. Kevin's sperm was still draining out 
of me, running down my thighs. Bridgett reached up and retrieved 
a prepackaged douche dispenser which I used while she called for 
Kevin to bring our clothing. That took awhile, as both men 
searched the bedroom gathering our wildly scattered garments, but 
soon we were both dressed.

By this time it was getting quite late, but Kevin and 
Bridgett both insisted we return to the downstairs lounge for a 
drink before leaving. They both were still concerned about my 
health even though I insisted that there was absolutely nothing 
wrong with me that a good nights sleep wouldn't put right.

Finally, thirty minutes and a glass of wine later, we 
convinced the couple that all was fine once more and Richard and 
I departed. I insisted that Richard drop me at my hotel, but 
Richard insisted even more vigorously that I spend the remainder 
of the night at his place where he could keep an eye on me, so we 
compromised. He would return me to the hotel and I would allow 
him to stay the night, if he would just stop nagging me.

At the hotel, I was stopped by the desk clerk, who handed 
me a telephone message slip and wished me a good night. He looked 
askance at us when Richard joined me in the elevator, but 
shrugged and returned to his latest Jonathon Kellerman novel 
without saying another word. He knew which side his tip was 
buttered on.

In my suite, we quickly stripped off our clothes and 
slipped into bed. I cuddled up against Richard's warmth and he 
flung a protective arm over me, pulling my back tightly against 
his warm bare chest. I had forgotten how good it felt, falling 
asleep in my lover's arms. It had been over two years since I'd 
had a live-in partner. 

I was preparing to drift off into a much needed sleep when 
I suddenly remembered the telephone slip I hadn't read. Richard 
grumbled a little when I slipped out of his embrace and flipped 
back the covers but I couldn't sleep without knowing what the 
phone message was about. I hadn't been expecting any calls.

Retrieving the slip from the table in the dark lounge, I 
returned to the bedroom and switched on the bedside lamp, 
squinting at the pink slip of paper.

"What is it," Richard asked sleepily.

"It's from Ellen," I replied. "She says she is getting away 
earlier than anticipated and that she and Lynne are scheduled to 
arrive at Heathrow tomorrow morning at 8:25 AM on British Air 
Flt# 725 and wants us to meet the plane."

"OK," Richard replied. "Now turn the light out and come 
back to bed, it's going to be a short night."

After calling the desk clerk and requesting a 6 AM wake up 
call, I slid under the covers and backed up to Richard, seeking 
his warmth once more. 

I was just drifting off when Richard mumbled, "Who the hell 
is Lynne?"

"I have no idea, Richard. We'll find out tomorrow, I guess. 
Now go to sleep...Please."

"I hate bloody mysteries," he grumbled.

Now I remembered the downside of sharing my bed.

"GOOD NIGHT, Dickey!"   


Chapter 9: The Awakening of Lynne

Morning arrived about three hours earlier than anticipated. 
It had been after 1 AM before Richard and I returned to my hotel 
suite and nearly 2 AM before we had gotten to sleep. Now some 
hotel administrative idiot had decided that now would be the 
perfect time for a fire drill. The shrill bell was boring holes 
in my head as I fought my way out of bed with much thrashing of 
arms and legs, until I finally found myself standing shakily in 
the center of the room, the top sheet wrapped around one leg, my 
heart hammering in my chest, casting about wildly for any sign of 
smoke or fire.

"I really have no idea what you are doing Alex, but as long 
as you're up, would you mind answering the phone," Richard asked 
sleepily.   

Grumbling to myself, I stomped over to the still ringing 
phone, tripped over the dangling sheet and fell to my knees. The 
phone was knocked off the bedside stand, landing in front of me, 
the receiver bouncing under the bed. I fished the receiver from 
its hiding place, wanting to scream 'What the hell do you want 
and why are you calling me in the middle of the night' but 
instead said, "Ms. Goodman speaking."

A cheery voice on the other end chirped, "This is your 
courtesy six o'clock wake up call, Ms. Goodman."

By now I was more or less awake and aware of the situation, 
so I politely thanked the cheerful idiot and hung up.

As I struggled to my feet and tried to unwind the sheet 
from around my leg, I heard Richard chuckling softly to himself. 
Realizing just how ridiculous I must look, and how ludicrous the 
situation appeared, I started laughing myself.

Richard sat up in bed and said, "Come here Alex and let me 
help you extradite yourself from that 'killer sheet' before you 
do yourself a permanent injury."

I twisted my body around and flopped back onto the bed, 
still attempting to disentangle myself, when Richard reached out 
and grabbed my foot, dragging me over to him by one leg. Quickly 
finding the problem (in my thrashing about I'd managed to work 
the sheet into a granny knot) he worked it free, slid it off my 
leg and threw it aside. Then he bent forward and placed a kiss 
high up on my inner thigh. I cuffed his head playfully and 
announced that if he wanted a shower before we left for the 
airport, he'd better knock off the foolishness and get cracking.

While he was in the shower, I called room service and 
ordered a pot of coffee delivered to the room. As an afterthought 
I had them add a small bottle of their best brandy to the order.

The coffee arrived just as Richard emerged from the 
bathroom, one towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair 
with a second. The waitress, a matronly woman with her gray hair 
in a bun, wheeled the cart into the room, smiled at me and, with 
a conspiratorial wink, backed out the door pulling it shut behind 
her.

I poured two cups of coffee, and then added a splash of 
brandy to each. Richard, seeing what I had done, grinned and 
said, "Make mine two splashes, it's going to be a long day."

As Richard sat down with his coffee, I took my cup and 
retired to the bathroom, scooping up some clothes on the way. 
Before I closed the door, I called over my shoulder, "Better get 
dressed while you drink it. We have to leave for the airport 
soon."

Once I had taken a quick shower, dressed, and thrown on a 
little makeup, I returned to the kitchen to find Richard fully 
dressed, pouring his second cup of coffee. I held out my cup for 
a refill and sank into a chair. 

"I'm beginning to feel almost human again. God, I didn't 
realize it got light this early!"

Richard chuckled and asked, "Is it always this exciting 
around here in the morning?"

Thinking of how I must have looked standing naked in the 
middle of the room with a bed sheet wrapped around one leg, 
frantically trying to locate a nonexistent fire while the phone 
was ringing off the hook, sent me into gales of laughter. I'd 
just taken a sip of coffee and nearly snorted it out through my 
nose.

Finally regaining my composure, I suggested to Richard that 
we'd better leave soon. He looked at his watch and announced 
that, given the traffic during the morning rush, we probably 
should have left ten minutes ago. As I gathered my coat and 
purse, he called down for the valet to bring his car around to 
the front. Five minutes later we were in his Land Rover, crawling 
through London in heavy early morning traffic.

As soon as we reached the motorway, traffic thinned and we 
pulled into the car park at Heathrow at 8:25, just in time to see 
an AirBus jetliner with British Air markings turn onto final 
approach and start its gradual decent to the runway. Knowing that 
it would take awhile for Ellen and Lynne to deplane and process 
through Customs and Passport Control, we entered the terminal and 
found a closed-circuit video screen displaying flight arrivals 
and departures, noting that BA 175 had in fact arrived on time. 

We located a small intimate lounge where we could watch the 
area where small trickle of international passengers from a 
previous arrival were exiting the processing area. Richard 
ordered coffee for us and we settled back to await the appearance 
of our two new guests. 

When our coffee arrived, Richard leaned forward and took a 
sip, his eyes meeting mine over the rim of his cup as he said, 
"So, you've never heard Ellen mention this Lynne person?" 

"No," I replied. "I've never heard her mention the name 
before. Of course, you have to remember that Ellen gave the desk 
clerk her message over the phone and he probably wrote it down 
phonetically, so we're not even sure 'Lynne' is a woman. It could 
be that she has a new boyfriend named Lyndon, or Lindsey, or 
Linden, or even Lincoln. We're just going to have to wait and 
see." 

"I suppose you're right," Richard grumbled. "God, I didn't 
even think that she might be traveling with a gentleman friend!"

It seemed to me that Richard was slightly depressed by that 
thought, so I changed the subject to something a little more 
distracting.

"After last evening, I think I know what you meant when you 
described Bridgett as somewhat 'kinky...in very nice way'. I 
assume you were referring to her attraction to enhancement 
devices," I laughed.

"Oh yes, both she and Kevin seem to be obsessed by devising 
the ultimate toy," he chuckled.

"Well, you seemed to be somewhat 'obsessed' by Bridgett 
last night," I chided him jokingly.

"And you weren't exactly shy when Kevin put the moves on 
you either. You seemed to enjoy yourself quite thoroughly in 
fact. I've never seen a woman actually have an orgasm so intense 
that she lost consciousness before," he retorted.

"And that brings up another thing that seems a little 
strange to me. I suspect that the three of you planned that whole 
scenario. How did you guys know the exact perfect moment to show 
up and take advantage of us?"

"Well, I confess that after watching Bridgett demonstrate 
those machines to you, and the expression on your face when you 
realized the potential applications of that 'Fucking Couch', we 
both got a little overheated. And then, when you and Bridgett got 
it on..." 

He suddenly stopped speaking, with a 'deer-in-the-
headlights' expression on his face. I guess my own expression let 
him know that he had revealed something he probably shouldn't 
have.

"You were watching... What the hell do you mean, you were 
watching! How were you watching," I demanded.

Richard was silent for a moment, and then decided that 
truthfulness was his only available option. 

"I guess I forgot to mention that every room of their house 
is monitored by closed circuit TV. We just sat in the downstairs 
lounge, sipping wine and watching the show. I will say, it was 
much more interesting than old "Coronation Street" reruns. 
Anyway, we both got so randy watching you and Bridgett going at 
it that we decided to join in the fun."

"I'm a little irritated that I was on camera without my 
knowledge, but I guess it's a little like they say in 
basketball...no blood, no foul. I'll admit I'm glad you both 
showed up when you did. My God, I've never experienced anything 
that intense before," I said, letting him off the hook at least 
for the moment.

"Do you mean that Kevin was better than I am?"

"Perhaps... Every bit as good anyway," I teased him.

Knowing that he was out of trouble, at least for the time 
being, Richard relaxed with a look of relief.

Seeking less controversial subjects, we chatted for awhile 
about our new business, going over our plans for getting it into 
operation. After fifteen minutes or so, the area outside the 
lounge started to fill up with arriving passengers milling about 
and I scanned the room searching for Ellen. 

At first I couldn't locate her, but Richard finally spotted 
her blonde, shag-cut hair just exiting customs. I stepped out 
into the room and screamed her name, waving both arms wildly in 
an attempt to catch her attention. She quickly picked us out and 
waved back, smiling broadly. 

Grasping the hand of a sharply dressed, sophisticated 
looking lady with a svelte figure and shoulder length rich brown 
hair, she said something to her and pointed in our direction. I 
waved once more, beckoning them to join us.

As they made their way toward us through the milling crowd, 
Richard commented, "If that's Lynne she has in tow, I approve. 
She's far better looking than a Lyndon!"

"I'm sure she would appreciate your official stamp of 
approval, Dickey" I chuckled.

The dark haired lady hung back a little shyly, as Ellen 
released her hand and rushed into lounge, throwing her arms 
around me and hugging me tightly as she squealed in delight, then 
whispered in my ear, "God Alex, it's so good to see you again!"

Releasing her grip, she turned to Richard and threw her 
arms around his neck, pulling his head down to her and planting a 
warm kiss on his lips. Then, holding him by his shoulders at arms 
length, she smiled radiantly and exclaimed, "God Dickey, its good 
to see you too. It's been such a long time!"

"Lord Ellen, its been what... five... no, six years since 
you deserted us. I've certainly missed you, and I'm sure everyone 
in our group is delighted to have you back also," Richard said, 
as he pulled her back into his arms for another kiss, longer and 
more passionate this time.

As they finally broke apart, Ellen turned to her beautiful 
traveling companion, who had been quietly observing our exuberant 
reunion with a bemused expression. 

"Richard...Alex..., this is Mrs. Lynne Andrews, a very 
special, long time family friend. She had to visit London on 
business anyway, so we decided to make it an excursion."

Lynne stepped forward with a quick smile, and grasping my 
outstretched hand in both of hers, said, "It's nice to finally 
meet you, Alex. I've heard so much about you from Ellen," smiling 
at me in what appeared to be a suspiciously conspiratorial 
manner. 

"Thank you Lynne, and welcome to London, it's so nice to 
meet you. I hope you'll be able to stay long enough for us to 
show you the attractions London has to offer," I said, silently 
wondering just what, and how much, Ellen had shared with her. As 
Lynne turned to shake Richard's hand, I thought she was looking 
at him rather appraisingly.

With our introductions out of the way, we located a porter 
to gather their luggage, loaded it into the back of Richard's 
Land Rover, and departed the airport. As we turned onto the 
motorway, Richard asked Ellen which hotel they were staying at.

"Since Alex and I will be working fairly closely, for the 
next few weeks at least, I booked us a two-bedroom suite at 
Alex's hotel. I'm sure you remember where that is located, 
Dickey," she chuckled.

"Yes, I think I remember how to find that," Richard replied 
with a grin.

I half-turned in my front passenger seat and asked Ellen, 
"Did they give you a room number yet?"

"Yes, I told them, as we would be working together, I'd 
like it to be as close to yours as possible. I believe they told 
me it was directly across the corridor," Ellen replied.

"Well, isn't that handy," Richard grinned.

Arriving back at the hotel, I escorted Lynne and Ellen to 
the front desk, while Richard located a porter to unload their 
luggage. After they had registered, a bellman led our merry band 
to the lift, and ultimately, to their suite. Ellen had indeed 
remembered correctly; it was located directly across from my own.

As the bellman ushered us into the suite, I noticed the 
management had provided a large basket filled with fresh fruit 
and other assorted snacks, along with dining room and room 
service menus. All this was placed on the lounge coffee table, 
along with a bottle of very expensive Champagne, chilling in a 
silver ice bucket.

"My God," I commented, after the bellman had departed. "I 
didn't rate this kind of welcome gift when I arrived!"

"It's probably because your firm booked your rooms in their 
name. As far as the hotel knows, we're tourists who, I would 
guess, would be expected to spend more money here than would 
corporate drones," Ellen laughed. 

After a few moments of chatting about their trip, Richard 
rose and excused himself, stating that he had an important 
appointment he had to keep and that he would meet us later for 
dinner if we were agreeable. 

Once Richard left, Lynne said that she was feeling the jet 
lag and excused herself to take a short nap. Ellen announced that 
she was too wired to sleep right now. Since I had some phone 
calls to make, I suggested that Ellen join me across the hall in 
my suite where we could catch up on all the gossip without 
disturbing Lynne.

In my suite, I ordered a pot of coffee from room service 
and excused my self for a few moments while I made the necessary 
calls from my bedroom. When I returned a few moments later, I 
found Ellen and Bridgett sitting on the sofa, the coffee pot on 
the table in front of them, chatting away like long lost old 
friends.

I took a seat next to Ellen and joined in the conversation. 
It seems that Ellen had already told Bridgett the story behind 
how I happened to be at the Castle that first evening and 
Bridgett was in the process of describing my initiation.

"My God, that was really some sight...Stark naked except 
for her black blindfold, men fucking her front and rear while 
Marianne and couple other girls assisted them...There was more, 
but by then Kevin was so randy and I was ready to screw anything 
with a pulse...Anyway, Kevin dragged me away to one of those 
private rooms where we hooked up with another couple and we were 
occupied for the next hour or so. In fact, I didn't even get to 
meet Alex until the next day, because Dickey dragged her off for 
an encore at his place. He can be a greedy little boy at times, 
don't you think?"

As Bridgett finally paused to take a breath, I jumped in.

"Bridgett, you're talking without commas again," I laughed.

Ellen, who looked a little glassy eyed following the verbal 
assault, grinned and said, "That's alright, Alex. Bridgett was 
just telling me what a warm, friendly person you are, and how 
impressed she was to finally meet me. I guess I must have gained 
some degree of cult status in certain circles during my absence!"

"I was just going to tell her about last night, but I guess 
I really should be getting back to work. No rest for lowly 
charwomen." 

As she rose to leave, I said, "Lowly charwoman, my ass! 
Richard filled me in on just how destitute you and Kevin are, so 
let's not hear anymore of that fabrication," I laughed.

Bridgett gave me a wry smile, then turned to Ellen and 
said, "It was so nice to meet you dear, and I'm so glad you have 
decided to return. Why don't you plan on visiting us at home 
soon, or better still, let's all plan on spending an evening at 
the Castle, and..."

"Bridgett, you're doing it again," I warned her with a 
laugh.

She grinned at me and said, "I know, I'm sorry but I just 
got carried away I suppose. Anyway, I'll see you all later."

With that, she let herself out, still grinning broadly.

"Wow, she certainly is excitable isn't she," Ellen 
commented. "I think I'm going to like her though."

"Bridgett is just an exuberant Irish lass but she is a very 
sweet person. I think she was more than a little overwhelmed by 
your celebrity status," I explained.

Ellen laughed at my description of Bridgett, saying, "I am 
looking forward to that evening at the Castle with them though."

"Enough of Bridgett, fill me in on Lynne," I said. "Who is 
she and how did you come to meet her?"

"It's a rather sad story, Alex. Let's heat up our coffee 
and I'll tell you all about it," she said. As I topped off our 
cups, I suggested we retire to the balcony since it was turning 
into such a lovely day.

We settled into the patio furniture and Ellen began.

"As I said before, Lynne is a longstanding family friend 
and we have been close for many years. In fact, she and her 
husband, James, lived next door to my mother and me when I was in 
grade school and she baby sat me many times."

"What! She was married when you were in grade school? She 
can't be that old," I interrupted. "How old is she anyway?"

"I'm not sure how much personal information she'd want me 
to divulge, and I wouldn't consider telling anyone but you, Alex. 
So please, promise not to tell anyone what I'm telling you today, 
without talking it over with her first."

"OK, you have my promise to honor her privacy, please go on 
Ellen," I told her.

"Thanks, I knew you'd understand," Ellen continued. "In any 
case, Lynne will be fifty-two on her next birthday. I know... I 
know..., she doesn't look anywhere near that age, and lord knows 
she certainly doesn't act it."

"No, she certainly doesn't. From her appearance, I'd have 
guessed that she was in her middle to late thirties, she has no 
gray hairs, no crow's feet around her eyes, and God, she still 
has a better figure than I do," I agreed.

"Yes, she does take good care of herself," Ellen said. "But 
let me get back to the small part of her history that I'm privy 
to. Going back to when I was fourteen and we were neighbors, as 
you already know my dad had been killed in an accident and of 
course mom was an emotional wreck." 

"During that same period, Lynne's husband had taken a new 
job with an expanding company and was spending more and more time 
traveling on business and Lynne was feeling more and more 
neglected. Since Lynne and my mom had been friends for years 
before these changes, they became even closer." 

"Now here is the really confidential stuff. Don't breathe a 
word of it unless Lynn herself decides to confide in you, OK?"

"I already promised you that," I reminded her.

"OK, sorry. Eight years ago, when mom was dying of cancer, 
she told me things about her relationship with Lynne that I'd 
never suspected. It seems that James's and Lynne's physical 
relationship had always been very active and Lynne loved the 
sexual attention. But as the demands of James's career increased, 
their love life began to suffer from neglect. Sounds like a 
pretty common complaint, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I've heard that complaint many times. 
Usually during the story about why one of my friends became 
divorced."

"I know, but in this case there was no chance of that 
happening. They were, and still are, too much in love for that. 
But I digress. Mom had just lost dad, and Lynne was feeling 
neglected by James, so it was only natural that the relationship 
between mom and Lynne became even closer." 

"Mom admitted to me that she'd had a history of bisexual 
feelings, and in college, had had what she described as a 'sinful 
relationship' with Alice, another female student, which lasted a 
whole semester. Then she met dad and fell in love with him. 
Considering the attitudes of the times, she and dad had kept her 
'perverted indiscretions' to themselves and she had remained 
faithful to him until that first evening with Lynne."

"It happened one summer evening when I was away at Girl 
Scout camp. Mom was feeling lonely, so she went next door to 
visit with Lynne. When she let herself in, she found Lynne alone, 
curled up on the sofa quietly sobbing. When mom sat down next to 
her and asked what was wrong, Lynne threw her arms around her and 
wept uncontrollably, pressing her body tightly against mom's. Mom 
said she'd asked Lynne why she was so upset, and Lynne answered, 
between sobs, that she and James had been planning a romantic 
week at a cabin in the north woods of Minnesota, but that James 
had called a few hours ago and said his boss was sending him to 
Japan for three weeks, and that the planned vacation would have 
to be canceled."

"She was only trying to console a distraught friend, but 
probably because of pent up sexual urges on both their parts and 
the sensations evoked by the feeling of Lynne's needful body 
pressed so tightly against her own, things quickly got out of 
hand and before either of them knew it they wound up naked on the 
sofa in Lynne's living room. She said Lynne had been hesitant at 
first, but quickly became a wild woman once she got started."

"They both felt much better immediately afterward, but as 
the evening wore on Lynne started feeling more and more guilty, 
weeping about being unfaithful to James. Mom told her that what 
they had done wasn't a matter of being unfaithful, it was only 
the scratching of a persistent itch. She remembered jokingly 
asking Lynne if she was going to divorce James and move in with 
her and Lynne answered, "Of course not, I love James. I could 
never do that!" 

"See what I mean, you weren't unfaithful to James. Nothing 
we did changed your feelings for him. I just scratched your 
itch," mom told her. 

After that their friendship became much closer, if that was 
possible. However, the pressure of his work resulted in poor 
James failing more often than he succeeded when they found the 
time to attempt lovemaking and soon they were down to once every 
two or three months. Lynne suspected that he actually volunteered 
for many of the trips that kept him away for weeks at a time; not 
because he loved her any less, but because he was so unhappy 
about failing to satisfy her so often."

"This is only what my mother told me on her death bed. I 
don't know what James and Lynne's situation is at the moment and 
I don't feel comfortable broaching the subject with her. My mom, 
however, just before she died, made me promise to stay in close 
touch with Lynne and to watch out for her."

"When you offered me an opportunity to return to England, I 
of course contacted Lynne and filled her in on it. That's when 
she told me that her aunt in Cambridge had recently died and that 
she had to come over here to finalize her estate, since she was 
her only living relative. James is in Japan again and won't 
return for at least three weeks, so she saw this as the prefect 
opportunity to combine fulfilling a family obligation with a much 
needed vacation. I, of course, was delighted to have such a 
charming traveling companion, although I was a bit miffed when a 
young stud approached us in the bar at O'Hare and tried to pick 
her up while completely ignoring me!"

"I'll bet that gave your ego a boost," I laughed.

"Ah well," Ellen grinned, "It was only fifteen minutes 
before check-in time, so he didn't stand a chance in hell either 
way."

Just then phone rang. It was Richard saying he had just 
finished up with his appointment but that there was another 
meeting that he must attend at 8 PM. He suggested that we might 
all have an early dinner in the hotel dining room about 5:30, if 
that was agreeable with the three of us. I told him that Lynne 
was still sleeping but I felt sure the dining room here would be 
fine as we were all somewhat tired, Ellen and Lynne from their 
trip and I from the unexpected shortness of last night.

He agreed and said he'd be around to pick us up in about 
ninety minutes. Surprised, I checked my watch and discovered it 
was already 4:00...We had nearly talked the afternoon away, 
missing lunch altogether.

"I'd better go over and wake Lynne up or she'll never get 
to sleep tonight," Ellen said, as she stood and stretched, trying 
to work the kinks out of her travel weary body.

"OK," I said, also rising. "I'll shower and dress, then 
join you in half an hour or so."

As Ellen departed, I went to the bedroom, stripped and 
stepped into the shower, letting the hot spray reinvigorate my 
weary body. After ten minutes of this therapy, I felt somewhat 
more human. Dressing quickly, I hurried across to Ellen's suite, 
where I found the two women sitting at the dining table, deep in 
conversation.

"Hi Alex, sit down and join us," Lynne said brightly, 
seeming to be completely rejuvenated from her nap.

"Well, Lynne, your afternoon nap seems to have worked 
wonders," I said cheerfully. She looked even more beautiful than 
she had earlier, her skin glowing and her eyes sparkling.

"Oh, I actually only slept for an hour or so," Lynne 
replied. "Then when I awoke I felt a little hungry, so I ordered 
a pot of coffee to go with the snacks the hotel provided," she 
replied.

"In that case, why didn't you join us across the hall," I 
asked.

"Well, I was planning on doing just that, but my coffee was 
delivered by a lovely young Irish lady named Bridgett and we got 
to talking. I found the conversation so interesting that I'm 
afraid we both lost track of time. I think you're acquainted with 
Bridgett aren't you Alex?"

"Oh yes, Bridgett and I are quite close," I replied. My 
God, I thought, just how much had Bridgett disclosed?

"I understand that you two first met at a club called the 
Mansion, or the Castle, or something like that," Lynne said 
brightly.

"Well, that's where she first saw me I guess, but we didn't 
actually meet until the next day," I responded, tap dancing 
around the issue until I learned more about what Bridgett had 
actually divulged. I glanced at Ellen to see if she knew where 
this conversation was leading but she merely raised one eyebrow 
and grinned at me.

"Bridgett was telling me about the dining facilities at 
that club and how great the food was," Lynne continued. "I 
understand you and Ellen are both members, so I thought perhaps 
we could have dinner there some evening. What do you think?"

"That sounds great," I replied. "I'll call tomorrow and see 
about reservations," I replied. I again glanced at Ellen; now 
both eyebrows were raised and the grin had transformed into a 
smirk. I could see that she was going to be a great help.

Just then I was rescued by Richard, calling from the lobby 
asking if we were ready. The three of us joined him in the dining 
room where, after studying the evening's offerings, we all 
ordered the prime rib with Yorkshire pudding. The meal was 
excellent, as was the glass of port severed with the meal.

Finally Richard checked his watch, placed his empty wine 
glass on the table and announced that he had to run, then excused 
himself. Since I was on expense account, I charged the meal to my 
room and we returned upstairs. 

On the way up in the elevator, Lynne announced that she 
thought she would like to lie down again for awhile and suggested 
that Ellen and I spend some additional time catching up on events 
and discussing Ellen's new job.

Back in my suite again, I asked Ellen to get us a glass of 
the white wine I had chilling in the 'fridge, while I lit the gas 
log in the fireplace. When she had poured the wine, we settled 
down on the sofa across from the fire and made ourselves 
comfortable.

Ellen leaned back, placed both arms on the back of the sofa 
and relaxed, saying, "God Alex, you've only been over here a few 
days, but I had started to miss you so much. You won't believe 
how surprised and thrilled I was when you called me with the good 
news."

I moved closer to her, our hips touching, and rested my 
head on her shoulder. "I'm so glad you accepted the position, 
Ellen. It's great to have you here. You're going to be a great 
addition to the team I'm assembling," I said, adding, "And I 
missed you too."

We sat silently for a few moments, staring at the 
flickering flames in the fireplace. The twilight was deepening 
and the firelight flickered, sending shadows dancing about the 
room. Ellen broke the spell, softly placing her fingers on my 
chin, turning my head toward hers and lifting my lips to her own.

"Please love me, Alex. God, I need you so badly," she 
murmured as her lips touched mine.

In answer, as her hot, wet tongue invaded my mouth, I 
slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside, revealing her 
pert breasts enclosed in a sheer soft-cupped bra. Even in the dim 
light from the fire, I could see that her nipples were fully 
erect, clearly visible through the thin material of her bra. I 
slid my hand up under her skirt, then slowly moved it up her 
thigh. The crotch panel of her flimsy lace panties was very 
warm... and very damp. 

With a groan, she broke off the kiss, pulled away slightly 
and began removing my blouse. I unhooked the front of her bra and 
slid the straps off her shoulders as she slipped my blouse off. 
Since I wasn't wearing a bra, we were both now naked to the 
waist. We stared at each other hungrily for a second, the 
firelight dancing on our skin, our taunt nipples and flushed 
faces proclaiming our mutual arousal.

As we embraced, our breasts mashed between our bodies, I 
dropped my hands to the waist band of her skirt, unfastening the 
button. As I drew the zipper down it made a faint hissing sound 
and the skirt dropped to the floor. I unfastened my own skirt, 
letting it also drop, then kicked it aside. 

Guiding Ellen backward, I eased her willing body down unto 
the sofa, and placing a throw pillow between the seat cushion and 
the low sofa arm. I quickly grasped her ankles and spun her 
around until she was lying on her back. Then, still holding her 
ankles, I moved to the end of the sofa and pulled her toward me 
until her back rested on the sofa cushions, her hips elevated on 
its low upholstered arm. 

Dropping to my knees, I quickly stripped her sheer panties 
down and off, tossing them in the general direction of our other 
discarded clothing. Placing my hands under her legs, I lifted 
them and placed them on my shoulders while leaning toward her, my 
mouth seeking the heat of her dark blonde muff. Parting her now 
swollen outer lips, I ran my tongue slowly up and down the hot 
valley between them.

I heard Ellen sigh contentedly, then as I moved my lips to 
her swollen clitoris and drew it between them and sucking it 
gently, the sigh became a loud moan.

"Oh God Alex, that's it...Right there...Yes, run your 
tongue around it...Yessss," she cried.

At that moment, I thought I heard a slight click and shot a 
sidelong glance at the door. I saw it swing slowly open, and 
thinking it was Richard returning after his meeting, I was about 
to invite him to join us. But as a figure in a long white robe 
slipped into the room, I realized it was Lynne!

In the dim firelight, I saw her freeze for a moment, 
apparently trying to assimilate the sight that greeted her; her 
friend Ellen wantonly splayed out naked on the end of the sofa, 
with me kneeling between her wantonly spread thighs. Ellen's 
hands were now locked in my hair, holding my face firmly against 
her exposed pussy. She was far too engaged to notice we had a 
visitor and I had made no move to indicate that I was aware of 
her presence either.

I continued to work on Ellen's clit, then twisted two 
fingers up into her vagina while, at the same time, watching 
Lynne's reaction out of the corner of my eye. She stood 
transfixed for several moments, watching us intently as if unsure 
she believed what her eyes were telling her, then slowly reached 
up to her throat. Without taking her eyes from us, she located 
the robe's zipper tab and slid it down in one smooth, slow 
motion. With a little shrug of her shoulders she let it fall to 
the floor then stood silently in the flickering firelight, her 
firm, tight body gleaming, mesmerized by the situation she had 
stumbled upon. As if in a trance, she raised both hands to her 
small, firm breasts, caressing them with her palms before 
grasping her nipples and gently rolling them between her 
fingertips. Then she raised her right hand to her mouth and 
moistened her index finger with saliva before letting it slide 
down her belly and slip between her pussy lips, while the fingers 
of her other hand continued to roll and twist the swollen nipple 
of her breast.

Continuing to ignore her presence, I drove my fingers 
steadily into Ellen's dripping pussy, massaging her G-spot with 
my fingertips as I continued to minister to her now throbbing 
clit with my lips and tongue. Her previously writhing hips were 
now grinding against my face in a far more determined manner.

As Lynne continued to use her hands on her tits and pussy, 
I saw her nod her head slightly, as though she had resolved some 
inner conflict she had been struggling with, then slowly glide 
across the room and sink to her knees beside the sofa, her hand, 
still wet with her own juices, reached out to caress Ellen's. As 
Ellen felt Lynne's touch, her eyes snapped open and a look of 
shocked surprise spread across her face.

"May I join you dear. It's been so long," Lynne whispered 
in a hesitant voice barely audible over the faint hissing of the 
gas log, her pleading eyes locked to Ellen's.

"Of course you may, Lynne," Ellen said, her voice husked by 
her current activity. "The more the merrier, darling."

As Lynne smiled in gratitude, she bent forward and pressed 
her lips to one of Ellen's breasts, sucking its turgid nipple 
into her mouth. Noting the look of utter bliss that spread across 
Ellen's face, I redoubled my attention to her clit and G-spot. 
While Lynne's tongue worked on one of Ellen's nipples, her hand 
worked on the other. Between us, we brought her to a crashing 
orgasm in only a few moments. With a small shriek, she locked her 
thighs around my head, her hips thrusting wildly as she 
convulsed.

Lynne helped me raise Ellen to a sitting position and we 
joined her on the on the sofa, one on each side, our arms around 
her shoulders. As her emotions slowly receded, she took Lynne's 
face between her hands and kissed her lovingly.

"Thank you, Lynne, for finally trusting me as much as you 
did my mother," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

"It wasn't a matter of trust, my dear, it was more a matter 
of opportunity...and I suppose the fear of rejection. I wasn't 
sure you'd feel comfortable with another woman, especially one 
nearly twice your age. My God, I used to baby-sit you," Lynne 
replied.

"Lynne, you have nothing to worry about on that count. You 
are one of the most desirable women I've ever known," I 
interceded. "In fact, Richard commented on that same subject when 
he first saw you at the airport."

"I know, Bridgett also warned me about that rascal," Lynne 
giggled like a school girl. "She also told me about The Castle, 
and about you two being members. I've thought about that ever 
since Bridgett described what that entails. I've finally reached 
the conclusion that your mother was right, Ellen. I still love my 
husband very much, but I have my own physical needs, and as long 
as there are no emotional ties involved, I don't feel it's being 
unfaithful to scratch my itches once in awhile, as long as I'm 
discrete about it. That's why I've decided to ask one of you to 
sponsor my membership to the club." 

Ellen and I sat in stunned silence for a moment, then Ellen 
replied, "Of course, Lynne. Either of us would consider it a 
privilege to sponsor your membership...But are you really sure 
you want to do this?"

"Yes, my dear, I'm very sure. However, I not saying I'm not 
nervous about it, after hearing the details of your induction 
ceremony, Alex," she said, smiling at me.

I blushed slightly, silently cursing Bridgett for 
describing that evening's activities to Lynne, but told her that 
I would love to have her join our group, if indeed that was what 
she truly wanted.

"Yes, I've thought it through, and I really want to join. 
I'm going to be here for three weeks this trip, and with James 
schedule being what it is, I'm sure I can get away a few times a 
year for short visits. That should be enough to keep me sane," 
she laughed. "And another thing, Ellen," she continued, "You've 
had your turn, but Alex and I are still waiting impatiently. 
Didn't your mother and I teach you better manners than that?"

Ellen still looked a little thunderstruck by the sudden 
announcement of her mother's best friend but I gathered Lynne's 
naked body in my arms and kissed her deeply for the first time. 
She responded passionately, her small, warm tongue exploring my 
lips demanding admission. Slipping a hand down across her tight, 
slightly rounded belly, I cupped her softly furred mound and, 
with one finger, explored between her thighs. She spread them 
slightly, allowing me access and, as I had suspected, she was 
hot, wet and ready.

She pulled away from my kiss and moaned, "Oh, that feels so 
good, Alex, but this sofa is rather confining. Couldn't we all 
retire to your bedroom?" 

I released her from my embrace and rose, pulling her to her 
feet along with me. As we started toward my bedroom, I turned to 
Ellen and said, "Come along dear, didn't you hear what Lynne said 
about not being greedy?" Ellen, still somewhat stunned by Lynne's 
unexpected revelations, moved to join us, a bewildered expression 
on her face. 

I turned on the bedside lamp at its lowest setting, causing 
the bed itself to be bathed in a dim glow while leaving the rest 
of the room in deep twilight. All three of us were nearly naked, 
except that I was still wearing my powder blue bikini panties and 
Ellen wore dark thigh-high hose. 

I quickly pushed my damp panties down and stepped out of 
them while Ellen sat on the edge of the bed and began stripping 
off her hose. Lynne, having nothing at all to remove, jumped up 
onto the bed and sat leaning back against the upholstered 
headboard grinning with excitement and nervously bouncing around 
like a teenager anxiously waiting for a pajama party to start. 

As she shifted around in anticipation, waiting for us, I 
couldn't help but notice that her breasts that, although not 
overly large, were perfectly proportioned, their rounded 
undersides standing out away from her chest wall with only the 
slightest hint of sagging. The tips pointed slightly upward and 
were crowned by slightly crinkled pinkish-brown silver-dollar 
sized areole which were capped by raspberry colored nipples, now 
aroused and distended. While they did jiggle a little from her 
nervous movements, they seemed much firmer than one would expect 
from a thirty year old... much less a woman over fifty.

I couldn't believe the overall condition of her lush, ripe 
body. Her skin was deeply sun tanned except for the stark white 
bathing suit strips at her breasts and hips, her thighs strongly 
muscled, tapering to well-defined calves. Her stomach was smooth 
and tight, unblemished by bulges or stretch marks. It was not the 
hard-muscled stomach of a young female athlete, but rather the 
firm, well-toned stomach of a grown woman who takes care of her 
body. Her generous hips flared out from a rather narrow waist and 
were punctuated by her beaver. God, I hadn't thought of that 
archaic term since high school, but in Lynne's case the term 
seemed quite apt. Her rich, rich mahogany colored pubic hair was 
neatly trimmed and gleamed in the lamplight like a sleek,  
expensive prime beaver pelt. Her thighs were slightly parted and 
I could clearly see the beginning of her puffy, well defined 
pussy lips, a hint of moist pink flesh peeking out from between 
them.   

Ellen, now divested of her hose, hopped up onto the bed and 
knee-walked over to where Lynne waited, her breasts jiggling 
slightly and her cute little butt swaying to and fro. 

Lynne sighed contentedly and smiled at Ellen, her green 
eyes sparkling, as she slid down the headboard until she was 
lying on her back, her thighs opened, her knees drawn up. When 
Ellen arrived between the inviting thighs, she bent forward and 
placed a kiss on Lynne's upper abdomen, just below her rib cage, 
then started slowly working her way downward. 

As she reached Lynne's navel, she slowed and explored it 
thoroughly with her tongue, then moved on. Lynne sighed once 
more, closing her eyes as a shudder rippled through her body. 
Ellen's hot mouth continued it's slow, sensuous journey downward 
toward its ultimate goal.

While Ellen was on her knees ministering to Lynne's obvious 
needs, I moved up behind her and rolled over onto my back, 
scooting my head in between her thighs to resume what I had 
started on the sofa. Lynne saw what I had in mind and worked her 
torso toward the middle of the bed, then reached out and grasped 
one of my legs, pulling my lower body toward her eager mouth. We 
all adjusted our positions until we found ourselves lying on our 
sides in a rough circle, each exploring a hot, wet pussy, each 
massaging and caressing a pair of firm, highly sensitive breasts. 
None of us, except possibly Lynne, had planned it that way, it 
just seemed to be the most natural thing to do under the 
circumstances. I only wished we were in Richard's huge four 
poster bed with its overhead mirror. It would have made a 
beautiful sight!

Lynne was the first to succumb to the intense stimulation, 
probably because it had been so long since she had experienced an 
orgasm. She was flicking my clitoris gently with her expert 
tongue, while slowly stroking the inner walls of my pussy with 
two fingers when I felt her breathing suddenly increase. Her 
tongue also began moving faster and pressing more firmly, as her 
orgasm built to its crescendo.

This, in turn, brought me to a peak which in turn was 
transferred to Ellen's pussy as I sucked harder on her clit and 
worked a finger into her butt, sawing it slowly in and out. I 
knew from experience that this was her most sensitive erotic 
spot. As Lynne drove me to the summit and over the top, I felt 
her convulse, gripping my thighs, her hair whipping my legs as 
she snapped her head from side to side in the throes of her 
release. Ellen followed within seconds, her thighs clamping 
tightly around my head, her pubic mound banging against my chin, 
her cries drowning out any sounds Lynne or I may have uttered. 

After a few moments, I crawled up to the head of the bed 
and flopped my head down on the pillow, completely spent. Lynne 
and Ellen soon joined me, one on each side, all of us still 
breathing in raspy gasps, our faces flushed.

Lynne was the first to find her voice. "God, I needed that, 
it's been so damn long since I've felt this relaxed. Thank you 
both for taking pity on an old lady."

I turned to her and grinned. "Old lady my ass! You damn 
near killed me, and I thought I was in pretty good shape. You 
must have discovered the fountain of youth. Either that or you're 
taking the best vitamins the world."

"Speaking of being in good shape, Alex, you're no slouch 
yourself. Between Dickey and Marianne, you've been taught a few 
new tricks since you left Chicago," Ellen joined in.

We were silent for a moment, then Lynne said, "My Lord, 
Ellen, that was the best sex I've had since your mother passed 
away."

Ellen was silent for a moment, then in a cautious tone 
asked, "What do you mean by that, Lynne."

"Oh, stop playing innocent Ellen," Lynne replied. "I know 
she told you about us. I made her promise she would, once we both 
realized she was dying. She said she didn't want to do anything 
to shame me, but I told her I had never been ashamed of loving 
her and I didn't think you would be ashamed of our feelings 
either. I also didn't want her to leave us with a guilty 
conscience."  

"Thank you, Lynne. You were the best friend she ever had 
and it's nice to know you have so much confidence in me," Ellen 
replied quietly.

"Well now," Lynne said, in a more upbeat tone, "It's time 
to knock off this pity party, this is a night to celebrate. Alex, 
you must show us the welcoming present that young Irish lass gave 
you!"

Damn it, I thought to myself, I wonder if Bridgett has told 
the Queen about that magic dildo yet. She seems to have confided 
in everyone else, except perhaps for the Lord Mayor of London. 
But aloud I said, "Sure. Just let me find it."

I sat up and crawled out from between them, and moving to 
the side of the bed, removed the device in its black velvet 
storage case, from the night stand's drawer. Then I settled back 
down between them and handed it to Lynne. She took the case from 
me and turned it over in her hands, examining it closely as 
though it might contain something dangerous, then turned to Ellen 
with a conspiratorial smile.

"What is it," Ellen demanded, with a confused expression. 
"Bridgett didn't tell me anything about any welcoming present!"

"Trust me Ellen, she would have if I hadn't interrupted her 
when I did," I replied. To Lynne I said, "Just press that little 
silver button on the side to release the catch, dear."

Lynne did as I suggested and the case's lid popped open. 
With a sharp intake of breath, Lynne exclaimed, "My Lord Alex, 
that looks positively intimidating!"

"What the hell is it? Let me see," Ellen demanded, reaching 
for the case.

Lynne turned away, avoiding Ellen's grasping hands, and 
removed the nine inch faux cock from its hiding place. "Damn, 
this is getting more interesting by the minute. Let me see that 
thing, Lynne," Ellen exclaimed.

"Remember what I said about becoming greedy, Ellen," Lynne 
laughed, twisting away from Ellen's attempts to grab the cock 
from her hands.

"Be patient Ellen," I said, "There's plenty of time to 
examine it to your heart's content, or should I say 'your pussy's 
content'? After all, Lynne did ask first." 

In order to break up the squabble over who was going to see 
it first, I said to Lynne, "Give it to me and let me show you how 
it works." I winked at her and added, "It might prove dangerous 
in untrained hands." They both laughed as Lynne handed it to me 
and waited expectantly for me to demonstrate its magical 
properties. 

I removed the remote control unit from the case and asked 
which one of the ladies wished to assist me. Of course both 
volunteered quite vocally but I said, "Ellen, why don't you help 
me with the demonstration and we'll let Lynne take the first test 
hop...so to speak."

They both laughed and agreed. Handing the cock to Ellen, I 
instructed her to grasp its shaft firmly in both hands. I took 
the remote control,  pressed a button, and watched Ellen's eyes 
grow wide as the device began to hum quietly and the shaft 
started to heat up. Once its temperature stabilized, about five 
degrees above body temperature, I pressed a second button and the 
shaft inflated, it skin hardening. Her face broke into a smile, 
which grew even broader when I pressed the third button causing 
the rings to expand and begin to oscillate slowly along its 
length.

"My God Lynne, you've got to feel this," Ellen exclaimed, 
releasing one hand and grasping one of Lynne's, wrapping it 
tightly around the now alive shaft. Lynne's eyes widened in 
wonder as she felt the ridges racing up and down under the cock's 
heated sheath.

"Ok, now for the final feature," I proclaimed, in my best 
carnival barker voice. I pressed the pink button, causing the 
shaft to expand and contract in a very realistic stroking motion.

"Just look at that, Ellen," Lynne whispered in wonder. 
"God, can you just imagine how that would feel buried deep up 
inside you? I thought my little pink plastic dildo with the 
vibrator switch in its base was nice, but God, I've really got to 
have one of these!"

I turned off all the switches, except for the heater, and 
laid the device aside.

"Christmas is coming, Lynne," I said with a grin. "I'll 
check with my sources and see what I can do to fulfill your 
wish... If you still want to after you've tried it, that is."

Ellen broke up with laughter, but Lynne merely looked at me 
longingly and murmured, "Please Alex... Please."

I assured Lynne that I would indeed look into the matter, 
then said, "Alright then, Lynne, are you ready for the real 
test?"

She nodded her head eagerly, but her nervous smile was 
still somewhat tentative.

"Ok! Ellen, you sit up against the headboard and spread 
your legs so that Lynne can sit between them and lean back into 
your arms."

As the ladies complied with my instructions, I retrieved 
the bottle of lubricating fluid from the nightstand and proceeded 
to grease up the impressively large cockhead, as well as its 
equally impressive shaft. Moving in between Lynne's spread 
thighs, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want 
to try this, dear?"

"Yes, damn it, I'm sure. I wish you two would stop being so 
concerned about my welfare, I'm not a china doll or some immature 
teenager, you know," she replied, "I know my own mind, as well as 
my own desires."

Somewhat taken aback, I solemnly nodded and glanced at 
Ellen, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Just get on with it, 
Alex," Ellen said... so I did. 

As I spread Lynne's flushed, swollen pussy lips with two 
fingers revealing the soft pink folds beneath, I leaned forward 
and gently sucked her clit between my lips, caressing its tip 
with the tip of my tongue in order to stimulate her natural 
lubricating juices. However, a quick check with the fingers of my 
other hand revealed that it was not necessary, the mouth of her 
tunnel was already slick with her secretions. Finding that it was 
impossible to align the cock properly with her pussy, I placed my 
hands under her butt and pulled her toward me a few inches so 
that she was now lying lower in Ellen's arms. Then I lodged the 
heated cockhead firmly in the mouth of her pussy and applied a 
slow, steady pressure. 

I heard Lynne moan softly as the cockhead began to force 
its way in, her pussy slowly opening up like a time-lapse video 
of an exotic flower transforming itself from bud to blossom. 
Glancing up, I saw that Ellen had turned Lynne's head toward her 
and was kissing her friend deeply, her fingers tweaking and 
stretching her nipples. Again Lynne moaned, slightly muffled this 
time by Ellen's lips and tongue.

Once the head of the head popped through, I maintained the 
steady pressure until Lynne had taken a full six inches, then I 
stopped and let her body adjust to the stuffed feeling I 
remembered so well. I also remembered the other sensations evoked 
by this toy's other unique features. 

Once Lynne's internal tissues had had time to adjust to the 
intrusion, I pushed the button to inflate the flaccid skin of the 
shaft and heard the tiny air pump begin to fill the space beneath 
the skin, causing it to expand. I heard a surprised gasp as it 
conformed firmly to the contours of her interior walls.

"Oh Alex, that feels so strange...And so good. I've never 
felt this full before! I love it!!!" she exclaimed.

"I know," I replied, "It's truly is a unique experience, 
isn't it?"

"Unique is an understatement. Wait until you feel this 
Ellen, it's so great!"

"All in good time Lynne. Right now just relax and enjoy 
it," Ellen responded.

Lynne sighed deeply, relaxing even more.

That was the moment I picked to press the button which 
expanded the rings, first making sure the speed control was set 
to it minimum setting. I felt her thigh muscles tense as the 
rings expanded, then start to roll slowly up the cock's length. 
All thought of relaxation vanished.

I eased the speed control slowly upward until it reached 
its midrange speed. I let it remain there for a moment or two, to 
let Lynne adjust to this strange new stimulus, then turned on the 
thrusting function, also at its slowest speed setting, allowing 
the cockhead gently caress the deepest regions of her vagina. 

Her reaction was immediate. Her thigh muscles, which had 
relaxed after the cock had inflated, then tensed slightly again 
as the rings began to move, now began to jerk involuntarily. I 
glanced up at her face, her eyes were tightly shut as though deep 
in concentration, her breath coming in short, raspy gasps. Ellen 
was still kissing her neck and throat, squeezing her breasts more 
vigorously now with a milking motion. A faint, low pitched moan 
started to build deep in Lynne's throat as the sensations built.

Slowly I eased both the ring and thrusting speed controls 
upward and watched Lynne's reactions mirror the changes. Her hips 
began to jerk upward, as though attempting to draw the cock 
deeper, and the tendons in her thighs became more prominent as 
the muscles jerked her hips up to meet the thrusts of her phantom 
lover.

Sensing that she was on the verge of climaxing, I smoothly 
increased the speed controls to maximum, driving her over the 
summit with a wavering scream, her pelvis thrusting wildly, 
before collapsing in Ellen's arms, gasping for breath.

I deactivated the magic dildo and gently slipped it out of 
her now relaxed pussy. Her previously sleek sable pubic hair was 
now damp, glistening with sweat.

"Jeeeeze, I practically lived at the Castle for two years, 
and lord knows I've had more than my share of lovers since then, 
but I've never seen anything affect anyone like that before! Do 
you think she's alright," Ellen asked, her voice concerned.

"I'm sure she will be, just continue to hold and comfort 
her until she recovers. I have a feeling she just experienced the 
most intense orgasm she's ever had and it'll take a few minutes 
to come back to normal," I reassured Ellen.

Sure enough, Lynne soon opened her eyes and kissed Ellen 
softly, saying, "Thank you dear for your support. It was so 
wonderful to feel your arms around me. For the first time, I felt 
that you loved me for myself, not because of some silly promise 
to your mother." 

Turning to me she said, "Alex, you've got to promise me 
you'll talk to Bridgett, I've really got to have one of these 
things. I know it will be expensive, but that's no problem. God, 
that was the greatest feeling in the world!"

I brushed her hair back from her face and looked deep into 
her sparkling emerald eyes. "Yes dear, I'll ask her to have Kevin 
order one for you, but it may take awhile. These are custom made 
in Germany, but don't worry about the expense. I have a feeling 
the cost will be pocket change for them... more than likely 
they'll consider it an early Christmas present. In the meantime, 
you're more than welcome to borrow mine anytime you wish."

As Lynne thanked me, Ellen demanded, "Hand me that torture 
instrument, Alex. I've got to see what all this excitement's 
about!"

As Lynne and I curled up in each others arms while she 
basked in the afterglow of her massive climax, we heard the 
humming and buzzing of the dildo in the background, accompanied 
by Ellen's sighs, moans, groans, and finally screams of release.

"Damn, Alex, tell Bridgett I want one of these too...If you'll 
approve a small salary advance," Ellen gasped.

I laughed and said, "Go to sleep Ellen, we'll talk to 
Bridgett about it in the morning."

Ellen crawled up to the head of the bed and spooned herself 
to Lynne's back, her hand seeking mine and squeezing it before 
relaxing and dropping to Lynne's breast. Soon her breathing 
slowed and deepened as she drifted off into sleep.

Lynne, warm and relaxed by the sense of two protective 
bodies bracketing her, soon joined her and I wasn't far behind.

Sometime later, at first uncertain when, I awoke enough to 
sense movement on the bed next to me. I had turned off the 
bedside light earlier and the room was in deep gloom, only the 
lights of London seeping faintly through the drawn drapes, but 
the clock on the nightstand glowed 3 AM. I heard Lynne whisper 
softly, "Mmmm, that's good, just a little to the right dear." 
Slitting one eye open I saw a dark silhouette crouched between 
Lynne's raised, splayed knees. 

Thinking Ellen and Lynne were at it again, and too tired to 
participate, I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. I 
had nearly succeeded when I was dragged back to awareness by more 
movement and heard Lynne mummer, "Please, do it now before I 
change my mind. Take me across the bridge and let me feel a cock 
other than my husband's in me  for the first time in thirty 
years, please.....fuckkkk mmeee now, you rascal!" 

My eyes snapped wide open as I heard her comment, and I saw 
that the silhouette was now kneeling between her thighs, one hand 
at his crotch, moving slowly down onto her. There was a sharp 
intake of breath from Lynne, as Richard smoothly entered her, 
then a loud moan as he must have driven his full length into her, 
suddenly filling her completely.

"Oh my god," Lynne moaned, "Sooooo big, so deep, ssooo 
nice. Fuck me, dear. Please fuck me hard...Now. Oh God, I need it 
so badly!"  

My eyes again closed and I drifted back to sleep to the 
gentle rocking of the bed, Lynne's soft sighs of pleasure, and 
Richard's muted grunts as he stroked deep into her willing 
warmth. My last thoughts were, "I'll bet she'll be calling him 
'Dickey' by morning." I also wondered how she'd enjoy all the 
other cocks and pussies she'd be exposed to very soon. I made a 
mental note to suggest to Marianne that Bridgett and Kevin's toys 
be introduced during her initiation. We'd have to arrange that as  
soon as possible. 

The End of Part 3

(To be Continued)