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 "You know I can't make love with you.  You knew it before you came all the
way across the world.  Please don't tell me that you came here just to have
sex with me." Her heart was in her deep hazel eyes as she looked up into
his face.  "Please tell me that I'm not just a piece of ass to you."

   He reached down to her face and stroked her cheek tenderly, smiling
wistfully.  "You have a gorgeous ass, from what I can tell, but I wouldn't
have flown across the world for just a piece of ass.  Not even for your
exotic, beautiful...  cantankerous ass." A playful glint in her eye
accompanied her attempted slap.  He grabbed her small hand and pressed a
kiss into the palm.  "I'm not going to force myself on you.  But,
sweetheart, understand that I want you very badly." He pulled her close and
enclosed her in his arms as she leaned back away from the contact with his
body.  Their hips met, however, pressing his hardness against her and she
flushed.  "I did come all this way to make love to you.  But not just for
that.  Here." He reached into his briefcase on the table next to them and
pulled something out, putting it into her hand.

   "What is it?" she queried as she examined the little booklet.

   "Open it to the first page," he instructed.

   She gasped.  It was a passport.  Her passport, though she had never
applied for one.  And an education visa.  "Where did you get this?  How did
you get this?  What does it mean?"

   "It means that you can go to the States with me when I leave.  I also
have your airline ticket with a seat next to mine in business class."

   She looked at the document in wonderment.  "I can't go to America with
you!  I'm married!  My family is here.  My friends are here.  My God,
you're crazy!  This must have cost a fortune!  And it's got to be illegal!"

   He took advantage of her astonished state to gently bring her closer. 
She let her arms go around him, perusing the passport over his shoulder. 
He kissed her neck as his right hand closed tenderly over her breast.  Her
eyes closed as she sighed.  His kisses found her ear, her jaw, then her
sweet tremulous lips which slowly opened to him.  Her tongue met his.  His
head swam with passion.  He felt her breast heave, the nipple hardening
under his palm.  Abruptly she pushed away from him.  Slapped him.  Hard. 
He could see tears cascading down her cheeks as she ran out the door, into
the garage.

   He let her compose herself for a few minutes while he splashed some
Scotch into a glass and grinned at the reddened handprint on his cheek in
the mirror, lifting the glass in salute as he savored the sting.  "If there
were really no hope of her leaving with me, she wouldn't be so upset," he
mused.  "So there really is a possibility.." He glanced at the clock then
drained the last of the Scotch and walked into the garage.  Shasha stood
with her back to him, next to the car.  Her shoulders were shaking, her
head bowed.

   "Shasha?  Come on in, let's talk."

   "Your talk seems to involve a lot of groping," she replied.

   "I can't help it if you turn me on." He smiled as he stood behind her.
"Let's go inside.  We have a lot to talk about."

   "I think I'd better just leave.  I don't think we have anything to talk
about," she intoned quietly.  "I'm really angry that you came all this way
just to fuck up our relationship by wanting sex.  Now you'll have wasted
all that money and time..." Tears welled in her eyes then trickled down the
already tear-stained face.  "Men are such bastards.  I thought you might be
different.  I needed you to be someone who really cared about me, someone
who would care about what happens to me."

   "If you really want your life to stay the way it is, I won't force you
to change it.  After all, I can't carry you kicking and screaming onto the
airplane.  I really thought you would be excited - once you thought about
it - to leave and start a new life.  I understand that it's quite a shock
to think about at first.  But I thought you wanted this.  Freedom from your
husband and parents and from the restrictions of your culture.  Freedom to
be who you want to be.  And someone to love and support you without owning
you."

   She stood silently, angry and despondent, staring at him.  "I really
need some time to think.  This is just too much.  I was excited about
seeing you, and I expected that you might want to make love to me, but I
had no idea..."

   "Then let's back off a little while you think, Shasha.  You told me
about the bird sanctuary and how much you love it.  Let's go for a hike
there - I know it always helps me think to walk outdoors."

   Shasha looked thoughtfully into his blue eyes.  Reassured by what she
saw there, she nodded and knuckled her tears away.

   "I'm a mess.  I need to wash my face."

   He took her by the hand and led her back into the house, then pointed
down the hall.  "Second door on the right.  Relax and take all the time you
need." He lifted her wrist and briefly kissed the tender skin inside, then
released her.  As she walked away, he lifted the stereo remote and selected
a soothing classical music CD.  He sat in the chair, reflecting on their
relationship.

   For over a year they had carried on an internet relationship, IMing
nearly every day for hours at a time.  He had become enchanted with her
almost immediately - her sense of humor, quick intelligence, and the sense
that she was much deeper, more soulful than the other women he had met on
the internet.

   She had, several months into their relationship, sent him some pictures
of herself including one in traditional costume.  She was lovely in those
photos, especially in the traditional garb - a petite beauty with a feisty
personality.  But they did not do justice to her.  She had also included
the long-promised topless picture.  He had been very excited about getting
the topless photo - until he discovered that it was her baby picture.  Very
funny, Shasha.

   Gaiety was part of her appeal.  She loved to laugh and they had spent
hours in humorous exchange.  An image of her smiling around his tumescence
flashed into his mind, provoking a smile.  It's not that their relationship
was all about sex, but sex was a dynamic and powerful part of it.  He
desperately wanted to hold her in his arms and to taste her mouth, her
body, her very essence.

   He had loved their long conversations over the 'net because of her
liveliness and passion.  That, too, had been exceptional - sharing erotic
conversations and fantasies.  She had laughingly complained of having to
clean her love juices from the keyboard after those sessions.  Then had
come four years without any contact - he had been discovered in his online
relationship by his wife.  He loved his wife very much and had for four
years stayed away from Shasha, though he had missed her very much in those
years.  Now, having resigned himself to the fact that he was, in fact, a
bastard and that he was not willing to give up his attachment to Shasha, he
had re-established contact.  And hoped that he would never have occasion to
miss her again.

   Of course, time had not stood still for his Eastern lover.  She had
married, but was not happy in that marriage.  In fact, she was quite
unhappy and her relationship with her parents was stormy as well.  Love
them as she may, she could not bear the overbearing attitudes and actions
of her father.  And her mother was decidedly unsympathetic.

   "What are you thinking about?" Shasha had returned quietly and had
watched him as he had been immersed in thought.  "I'm jealous.  I want to
know who could put that expression on your face."

   "You can't be jealous of yourself, babe." He smiled at her tenderly.  "I
was just thinking about all the conversations we've had over the 'net."

   "We're not talking about that right now," she said primly.  "You're
taking me for a hike.  In public, so you have to behave yourself."
Laughingly, he took her elbow and guided her to the car.

   For hours they trudged up and down slopes, along the trails that wound
through the bird sanctuary.  He was surprised to discover that she was
quite the authority on wild birds - it was a topic she hadn't said much
about.  As they walked, talked, and exclaimed over the beauty of the birds
and enjoyed the wild setting of the preserve, she relaxed and became her
playful, fun-loving self.  Lingering glances and prolonged gazes began to
intrude into the flow of conversation as they settled into a quiet, joyful
companionship.  As they walked side by side along a particularly brushy
trail, Shasha suddenly drew him into a small hidden grove.  Pressing
herself close to him, she drew his head down to her and kissed him slowly
and passionately.

   "You were right.  I did want the freedom and especially to be loved for
myself.  My marriage is empty - a sham.  And there's no joy in our sex -
especially for me.  But I'm afraid, John.  It's very dangerous for me to
have an affair with you - with anyone.  It's not like your country where
everyone screws around." She took a deep breath.  "Take me back to that
house you rented so you could fuck me.  I'm ready.  I want you.  But I
can't go to America with you." She kissed him hard with tears flowing down
her face.

   "Shasha, I planned this very carefully.  My business provides a perfect
cover for us - to tell you the truth, the moment I looked at the business I
knew it would give us this opportunity - it's one of the major reasons I
became involved.  Your husband and family will not find us out, especially
since your husband is out of the country for two weeks.  And please, keep
thinking about leaving with me - don't make up your mind yet." He bent and
kissed her again, thrilling to her passionate response.  He badly wanted to
caress her, to increase the intimacy they were sharing, but the risks of
being caught with a Muslim woman in public...  They turned and began the
trip back to the rented house.

   ...She rushed into the house and, as he kicked the door shut behind
them, threw herself into his arms.  He lifted her from the floor, and drew
her into his embrace cheek to cheek, feeling her warmth pressed against his
length, savoring her scent.  Finally, he put her down and stepped back a
half-step so he could see her face.  They were both too filled with emotion
to speak.  He kissed the inside of her wrist then pulled her slowly against
him again.  His lips swept her neck and her brow.  Finally their lips met,
tenderly brushing against each other.  The kiss deepened but remained
tender, loving, sweet.  Drawing back from her, he smiled tenderly.  She
smiled...  wickedly.

   He gazed into her unflinching eyes as he undid her scarf.  The scarf
fell to the floor as he ran his fingers through her dark strands.  He drew
her close for another kiss while he began releasing the buttons on her
blouse slowly, one by one.  He pushed the blouse back on her shoulders and
she shrugged, allowing the blouse to follow the scarf to the carpet even as
she struggled to unbutton his shirt.  They both laughed breathlessly at the
clumsiness of trying to undress each other simultaneously.  He helped her
remove his shirt then luxuriated in the feel of skin against skin as they
pressed their bodies together, running hands across previously unseen
flesh. He struggled briefly with the bra hooks, then ran his palms for the
first time over her naked breasts, feeling the pointed tips under his
palms. She moaned his name into his mouth as he squeezed her nipples gently
between forefinger and thumb.  He left the bra dangling on her shoulders
while he tried to memorize her upper body with his hands.

   Shasha broke the kiss and murmured, "Me first." She knelt before him and
worked his belt and zipper, dropping his trousers to the puddle around his
ankles.  As he stepped out of them and kicked them aside, she pressed her
palm to the lump in his boxers, rubbing it with a shiver of anticipation.
She glanced up to see his smile and returned it, remembering how he had
loved to speak, during their internet sessions, of the great delight he
would take in seeing her on her knees with his cock in her mouth.  Still
watching his face to enjoy his reaction, she reached into the boxers and
brushed her fingers up and down his length, teasingly.  She laughed
delightedly at the expression on his face, then grasped his hardening
length in her small hand.  She looked down to see as she drew it out of the
opening in the shorts, running her hand slowly up and down, masturbating
him.  Lifting her eyes to hold his, she leaned forward and kissed the
rounded head, then licked around the rim.  Shasha grasped his balls gently
in the other hand as she allowed his cock to slide slowly through tight
lips into her mouth.  His hand caressed her face tenderly as he looked down
upon the sight he had so long anticipated and hoped for - Shasha on her
knees, his cock sliding between her lips.  His smile broadened as she
continued giving him oral pleasure, her eyes on his.  The sensations added
to the visual delight made him light-headed.  Regretfully, promising
himself a continuation of this pleasure to completion in the very near
future, he drew away from her and lifted her to her feet.

   "Thank you," he murmured.  "That was everything I'd fantasized about,
babe.  You're wonderful." He kissed her, holding her close as he loosened
her skirt and felt it fall away.  He slipped his hand under the waistband
of her panties and continued downward until he felt her wet heat under his
palm.

   "Mmmmm...  you shave your pussy, babe.  That's wonderful." He knelt
before her and tugged the brief wisp of nylon down her legs.  "Lovely," he
whispered, then he stood, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the
bedroom.

   He couldn't wait any longer.  He put her on the bed then lifted himself
over her.  The sensation of lying full length against her nakedness
thrilled him as he kissed her deeply.  "I love you, Shasha." She smiled and
reached for him, held him against her.  He pushed, slowly, into her as
their eyes widened and their smiles grew.  "Oh, Shasha," he groaned, "I'm
finally inside you.  We're finally together." She drew him down for another
kiss.

   Hours passed...

   Illuminated in the warm rays of the setting sun flooding through the
open windows, he knelt behind the shapely, petite, and beautifully naked
Shasha.  He watched hungrily as his drenched member slid in and out of her
sleek, shaved pussy - her lovely ass languorously, sinuously shifting to
fully savor the length and breadth of him.  Her succulent butt glowed from
barehanded slaps lovingly and laughingly applied.  Her face shone with
passion and love, forced upward by his grip on her long tresses.  She
panted through her open mouth, lips still tingling from her earlier
vigorous suckling of his hardening cock.  His other hand freely roamed her
glistening flesh, caressing her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples,
occasionally spanking her ass, and pulling at the meaty flesh surrounding
her hard clit.  They played, laughed, loved.  She had cried out lustily
then growled pleasurably as he continued to make love to her.

   Much later the moon gazed enviously as they reclined in the deep chair
facing the large mirror, watching themselves.  Candles guttered, stuttering
light over Shasha's perspiring body as she undulated on his lap, his cock
buried deep in her ass.  They muttered words of love and lust as his left
arm cradled her, her head lying on his shoulder, while that hand roamed her
heated flesh.  His right hand played over her bare pussy mound,
occasionally sliding a finger, sometimes two fingers, inside her wet core.
His playful teasing and sometimes ignoring of her rigid clitoris drew gasps
of pleasure or frustration.  Her eyes glittered as she watched.  She had
never had a man in her rectal passage before and she found it somewhat
uncomfortable - but incredibly sexy and arousing.

   Later, much later, they would finally sleep, entwined and sated.

   Delicious sensation?  John slowly woke, moaning.  Finally he was able to
wake enough to know that that wonderful feeling was coming from his hard
cock.  Wet warmth surrounded it, moving up and down slowly, languorously.
He opened his eyes and looked down to see Shasha ?  her eyes locked on his
face as her mouth suckled on his hardness.  John smiled and thrust easily,
deeper into her mouth.  She let it slip slowly from between her lips and
grasped it in her hand as she slip up to kiss him good morning.

   ?I want to fuck, John.  I?m going to fuck you slowly to wake you up,? 
she gasped as she slid onto his erection.  ?Then I?m going to fuck you hard
until we both come.?  She matched actions to words as her hips began moving
over him.?  Just lie there and enjoy it, baby.  I?m in charge.?  Shasha
writhed over him, gazing lovingly and sensuously into his eyes, as she
fucked him thoroughly but slowly, her wetness enveloping him then letting
him slip nearly out of her before she slid down onto him again.  Quiet
moans offered the only audible evidence of their easy morning screw.  As he
became more awake, more active, she sat upright on him, his cock still
inside her.  ?Want to watch, John?  Do you want to see your hard cock slide
in and out of me??  She began sliding up and then down his hardness slowly,
both of them watching as he moved wetly through the full bare lips of her
sex.  John alternated between enjoying the larger view of Shasha bouncing
on him, her breasts in delicious motion, and the more focused view of his
cock fucking her sweet pussy.

   ?Or perhaps you would prefer this view,?  she smiled as she swiveled on
him, turning her back to him.  Kneeling forward and resting her weight on
her arms, she pistoned herself up and down on him.  He grinned at the view
of her butt bouncing over the penetration.  He reached out and stroked her
ass.

   ?That is a really sweet view, babe ?  but I?d rather be looking at your
face and breasts while you?re bouncing on me.?

   Smiling, she rotated once again on his cock, then brought his hands to
her breasts.  ?Pinch them, John.  Pinch them hard,?  she breathed heavily.
?Oh, that?s it.  That?s it?  Now fuck me hard, lover.  Fuck me.?  John
reached down with his other hand and spread her pussy lips wide.  Coating
his palm with her sex juices, then palmed her clit, letting it rub against
his hand as she energetically fucked herself on his hard cock.

   ?My legs,?  she gasped.  ?I can?t keep this up.  My legs are burning.?

   John easily turned her over, rolling on top of her and began driving
deeply into her.  He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and penetrated
deeply down and into her as her pelvis lifted.  Shasha cried out and
stiffened in orgasm, eyes wide and searching his face.  As her cunt
tightened on him, he drove into her two more times, then poured his cum
into her tightness.  Cradling her gently, John rolled, bringing her sweaty
hot body onto his as they both gasped for breath.  They held each other
lovingly, kissing, and touching tenderly as they relaxed in their embrace
and murmured throaty laughs of love.

   Finally recovered from the morning?s exertions, Shasha kissed John
passionately, ?John, baby.  You need a shower!?

   John smiled then stuck his face into Shasha?s armpit as she shrieked in
protest.  ?You smell sweet ?  fucking sweet,?  he leered.  ?But let?s wash
that lovely sex smell off you, too.  There?s room for two in that shower.?

   ?Ok, but no more sex!  I?m done for now, ok, lover??

   ?Me, too, babe.  I don?t think that even you could inspire my worn-out
pleasure stick again right now.?  Shasha laughed, pleased to be showering
with John, but relieved that they wouldn?t be putting anything into her
pussy.  She was rather sore after the long evening, night, and now morning
sex.

   The shower was long and pleasurable with much tenderness and caressing,
but no penetration of Shasha other than by careful and loving fingers. 
Literally no part of either Shasha or John went unwashed.  Afterwards, John
rubbed Shasha down with a luxurious skin cream then cradled her as she
napped after the relaxing massage.

   That afternoon?

   "I've made arrangements for dinner tonight, babe.  We'll be eating in."

   Shasha raise her eyebrows.  "Here?  You don't have any food here, to
speak of.  We can't live on appetizers, lover."

   He laughed.  "No, dinner will be delivered and served.  It arrives at
8:00, so we have just a couple of hours and I need to take care of some
business details first.  Oh, by the way, we're dressing for dinner.  You'll
find a new dress in the closet.  So take a nice, long, sexy bath and be
ready by 8:00, ok?"

   She pouted and said, "A sexy bath - without you?  Do you have to leave?
Can't you do it over the phone or on the computer, here?"

   He kissed her, holding her close and caressing her butt.  "Nope.  It's
got to be done in person.  I'll be back around 7:30 or so."

   "Are other people coming?"

   He leered.  She blushed - and hit him.  "I mean to dinner!"

   "Just us two and the caterers, babe."

   "Oh, all right.  Just hurry back, ok?  I'll be lonely for you."

   It was 7:23 when he walked in the door.  He quietly turned off the
lights, lit candles around the living room, and started the playlist of
songs he had created earlier.  As he walked into the bedroom, he heard
Shasha exclaim from inside the walk-in closet.  He walked into the closet
to see a nude Shasha examining a tiny, sleek, dark sheath.

   "This is beautiful, honey, but I can't wear it!"

   He put an arm around her, his hand cupping her left breast.  "Why not?"

   "Look at it!  I'll be almost naked!"

   "Yeah.  I know." He smiled.  "When I saw that dress, I just had to see
you wear it."

   "But someone else is going to be here - serving dinner.  I can't wear
this in front of anyone else!"

   "Sweetheart, the caterers are women.  They're not going to mind."

   "Still!  I can't let anyone see me wearing this!  They'll think I'm a
hooker!"

   "Sweetheart, even though it's revealing, it's also very beautiful. 
Hookers don't wear beautiful, elegant clothes.  These women will be very
impressed with the dress and with the way you look in it."

   She looked doubtful, but muttered, "Well, at least they won't be Muslim
women.  Wait!  What if I know them?  Or suppose I meet them someday!  Oh,
John, I can't do this!"

   "Our caterers are from out of town, Shasha.  Way out of town.  You'll
never accidentally meet them and I can guarantee you don't know them." He
smiled and rubbed his thumb over her stiffening nipple.  "I'm going to be
in the living room.  After they arrive I'll call you so you can make your
grand entrance, babe."

   "You mean my naked entrance."

   John's laughter trailed down the hallway.

   Dinner is served

   The dinner was all set up.  The food looked delicious and the aromas
were heavenly.  Only the visual element threatened to overwhelm the food
itself.  Satisfied that all was ready, John went to the bedroom to beckon a
rather cross Shasha.

   "John, the dress is beautiful, but I'm sooo exposed!" she wailed.

   John stood back to admire the lovely sight, then stepped forward to
embrace her.  Slipping a hand inside a fold of the dress, he fondled her
breast.  "Oh, I think this is just perfect, babe," he breathed.  "You are
so lovely this way!" He kissed her deeply, still caressing her breast.

   "Hmm," she smiled.  "If you really think so...  I guess I'll just have
to endure the stares of the caterers.  But just to make you happy,
darling."

   "Shasha, I want to see their reaction to you, so I'm going to go out to
the living room.  You come down in just a second, ok?"

   "I don't know.  You may have to carry me, I'm so nervous about being
seen like this."

   "You're gorgeous, my love.  Hold your head high and proud.  They will be
very impressed with your loveliness." He kissed her one last time, released
her, and walked down the hall to await her entrance.

   Shasha steeled herself and walked slowly down the hall, feeling more
naked than if she were actually nude.  With every step her breasts jostled,
seeking and nearly accomplishing escape.  Most of her breasts and ass were
on display and she felt that her pussy was playing peek-a-boo.  She flushed
with...  well, not just embarrassment but a heady mixture of excitement and
lust as well.  She put on a nervous smile just as she rounded the corner.

   John and an attractive young strawberry-blonde nearly as tall as he were
standing, waiting, with huge smiles.  Shasha felt astonishment at the
revealing nature of the woman's clothing - it was nearly as revealing as
her own - an enticing costume daringly abbreviated and missing some key
elements.  She appreciated the openly welcoming and appreciative expression
on the woman's face and felt relief that she was no more exposed than the
other woman.

   "Shasha, this is Tamar.  Tamar, Shasha." As John made the introduction,
Tamar moved forward to greet Shasha.  The warm embrace was at once welcome
and sensuous as most of Tamar's breasts and legs nakedly met Shasha's.

   "...  and this is Tamar's roommate, Corina." John finished, gesturing
toward...  Shasha gasped.  A very naked young woman lay on a large, plush
blanket just a few feet away.  Although Corina wasn't quite naked, if being
adorned with food constitutes covering.  Shasha stared wonderingly at the
visual and culinary feast.  In contrast to her roommate, Corina's
blue-black hair capped a petite body with mouthful size breasts compared to
Tamar's fuller endowment.  John grinned as he grasped Shasha's elbow and
gently led her over to Corina.  Tamar went to the other side of her
roommate and knelt, obviously enjoying Shasha's astonishment.

   "You are lovely, Shasha.  It is a pleasure to meet you.  Would you care
for some champagne?" Tamar reached to her right, leaning over to grasp a
champagne bottle.  As she did so, both breasts slipped into view baring
pink, tumescent nipples.  Shasha stared, then caught herself, blushing, and
glanced at John.  John grinned at Shasha then winked.  Tamar handed the
champagne flute to Shasha, smiling warmly into her eyes.

   "Shasha, relax and enjoy.  You may stare as much as you like.  It makes
me feel appreciated."

   Shasha looked at John, then back at Tamar, seemingly at a loss for
words. John grinned back then, raising a hand to her cheek, drew close for
a kiss.  Shasha glanced at Tamar, then at Corina and quickly back to Tamar.


   "If you don't want to continue, Corina and I will understand.  We will
just let ourselves out while you wait in the other room," Tamar said in a
subdued tone.

   "No, no...  it's just that...  this is so strange.  I don't really know
what to think.  I think I'd like to continue.  What do we do now?"

   Tamar, delighted with Shasha's willingness to participate, turned to her
smiling food-covered roommate and began pointing out the various delicacies
arranged on Corina's body.  She paused after explaining that the concoction
on Corina's pudenda was an exceptionally delicious vegetable dish.  "Don't
worry, Shasha.  Corina has no pubic hair.  There won't be any hairs in your
food," she said with a grin.  "You will be eating with your hands -or your
tongue and lips."

   Corina, are you comfortable?" Shasha asked hesitantly.  "You're ok?"

   Corina suppressed a laugh, evidently for fear of upsetting the food
arranged so painstakingly on her.  "I'm loving this, Shasha.  Please relax
and enjoy yourself." To get things moving, John reached out and sampled
some couscous from Corina's navel.

   "Umm, tasty!"

   Shasha laughed, but was still visibly hesitant.  John scooped some
unknown concoction from Corina's breast, elaborately stroking the
deliciously curved underside.  Corina shivered at the sensation, peering at
John and Shasha through half-closed eyes.  He sampled the colorful morsel
and signaled an enthusiastic response, then held the remainder to Shasha's
lips.  She delicately swept some into her mouth with her tongue and
murmured with pleasure at the taste and texture, smiling first at John then
at Tamar.  John gestured toward Corina and Shasha hesitantly picked a grape
from between Corina's small breasts.  Minutes passed as the two helped
themselves to the bounty from Corina's charms, Shasha relaxing visibly and
growing more daring in her forays on Corina's frame.  Tamar smilingly kept
the champagne flowing and occasionally took a piece of fruit herself.

   Shasha soon became aware of the overtly sensuous manner in which Tamar
was eating her fruit and she blushed at the fascination that Tamar seemed
to hold for her - and, apparently, she for Tamar.  Soon most of the food
was gone and only bits and smears decorated the lovely Corina.  John noted
that Corina's nipples were large, lovely - and quite hard.  He noted also a
heady scent, light and fragrant, that he attributed to Corina's excitement.
He smiled to himself.

   Tamar murmured, "Such a shame, the food is nearly gone." Then Shasha's
eyes grew round as Tamar leaned over her roommate and slowly tongued a
smear of sauce from Corina's breast.  "Care for some, John...  Shasha?"
Tamar husked.  Shasha watched as John similarly sampled a morsel from
Corina's inner thigh.  He then smiled at her as he savored the taste of the
food - and of Corina.  Shasha visibly shook with tension - and excitement.
John tenderly kissed her.

   "Do as you like - feel free to taste or to abstain, it's your choice,"
he assured her.  "Just enjoy yourself." Shasha sat and watched with growing
excitement as John and Tamar employed lips, tongues, and teeth in sampling
the last of the gourmet goodies - Corina herself obviously enjoying every
moment.  Her eyes were closed, her moist lips held between gleaming white
teeth, her breasts heaved with panting breaths, and her hips moved gently
back and forth.  Tamar and Corina exchanged a heated, prolonged French kiss
- the hottest thing Shasha had ever seen - then Tamar released a full
breast topped with a hard, erect nipple and fed it to her roommate with a
moan.

   John turned to Shasha and kissed her deeply, reaching into the gaping
dress to fondle her breasts, her sensitive inner thighs, and finally her
mons.  Gently tracing the split of her nether lips, John trailed kisses
down her jaw, down her neck.  Shasha closed her eyes, reveling in the
passion his kisses and the powerfully erotic evening had wrought in her. 
Tender lips brushed hers while John continued his stream of kisses down her
body.  Shasha opened her eyes to see Tamar hovering over her, a questioning
look in her smoky eyes.  Shasha reached up and tenderly stroked Tamar's
face, then raised her own face to receive her first lover's kiss from
another woman as John looked on with approval and excitement.

   Shasha, enfolded in Tamar's embrace and tentatively returning Tamar's
kisses, opened her eyes to see how John was reacting.  Blushing at his
fascinated gaze, she broke the kiss to speak to him.

   "Corina still has some food on her, lover.  Why don't you take care of
that while I'm busy with Tamar?"

   John moved to the other side of Corina and began slowly licking food
from her while watching Tamar and Shasha explore each other with kisses and
wandering hands.  Eventually he removed most of the gourmet smudges from
her, then moved up to kiss her mouth tenderly then with mounting passion.

   Corina grasped his erect member in his hand and murmured, "My turn," as
she slipped down his body kissing and tenderly biting him until she was on
her knees between his legs, taking his cock deep into her wet mouth.  John
looked over to Tamar and Shasha and saw that they had been watching Corina
suck him while continuing their fondling and kisses.  Shasha and John
exchanged a tender look and a smile.

   Long, passionate, sensuous hours later, Shasha pulled Tamar to her for a
deep kiss and ran her hand down her dusky lover's body.  "Ok, now tell me -
how long have you and John been seducing girls together?"

   Tamar squeezed Shasha's breast lightly and tugged on the nipple. 
"Actually, you are the only one, Shasha.  I have known John for almost a
year, but we've never met in person until tonight.  We've had an internet
relationship, just like you and John had.  In fact, we met the very same
way."

   "And how did you involve your roommate?" Shasha gestured toward Corina
who was busily engaged in sucking John's cock.  Corina looked up and
grinned at Shasha around his stalk.

   "Corina came back to the room unexpectedly one day, just as I was coming
with a dildo in me.  She saw the IM screen before I could kill it.  We had
a long discussion - actually she blackmailed me into letting her play along
with us.  After a couple of months of playing together, we were kissing and
touching.  The rest just happened naturally."

   Corina broke in, after letting John's erections slip out of her mouth,
"When John said that he was flying across the world to see you, we asked if
we could get together.  He had seen a movie that had a scene like the one
we created for you -eating off a naked girl - and we decided to do it to
surprise you.  Seducing you was actually my idea.  I thought it would be a
great present for John...  and probably the only way I would get to fuck
him." She lifted herself to kiss John then settled, smiling, into his lap
and onto his cock "It was a lot of fun, don't you think?"

   Shasha looked troubled.  "Is this something you do a lot, John? 
Seducing girls on the internet?"

   John met her gaze evenly.  "I meet a lot of people on the 'net.  I've
had 'net intimacies with only a few, though I do have discussions about sex
with a lot of women.  Does that bother you?"

   "I know I didn't have a right to an exclusive relationship - after all,
we're both married.  But I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the idea of you
having cybersex with dozens of women."

   "I'm not monogamous, as you well know.  But I am selective.  This has
been the first time I've had physical sex with anyone but my wife since we
were married.  And I am very selective about who I am intimate with, even
on the 'net, for very good reasons - most of the 'women' on the net are men
and I'm just selective about who I become intimate with.  Besides, even an
internet relationship requires a lot of time and effort.  But, Shasha,
remember that you are the one I flew across the world to be with."

   "I'll have to think about that.  I'm not really comfortable with it."
Shasha turned to gaze on the naked Tamar.  "How do you feel about it? 
Doesn't it bother you?"

   Tamar kissed her lightly with a smile.  "What can you expect from a
man?" she teased, running a toe down John's ribs.  "But I really enjoy him.
He's a lot of fun, but he's also gentle and considerate.  Probably because
he's so old." She smirked at him.  Besides, he's helped us make a lot of
money."

   "Money!  What..." Shasha was startled.  "You're not doing something
illegal with these girls are you, John?"

   John laughed, "Of course not, Shasha.  Why would I do that when we have
a perfectly legitimate and very profitable business?"

   "Is this how you've built your business, John?  Seducing women on the
internet then getting them involved in your business?"

   John moaned, thrusting deeply into Corina's hot, wet depths.  Tamar
laughed, "I don't think you're going to get any intelligent conversation
out of him right now," and scooted down behind John, wrapping her arms
around him and fondling his balls as John continued to fuck her diminutive
roommate.  Shasha regarded the scene with growing lust, the warmth between
her thighs growing.  She slid behind Corina and turned the lovely vixen's
head so she could kiss her passionately, simultaneously palming Corina's
sex so she could feel John's cock slide in and out of that wet heat. 
Conversation stopped.  Corina and John became fevered in their efforts to
skewer Corina more thoroughly on John's hardness while kissing the other
partner and caressing them.  Finally Corina screamed and stiffened as she
came, her channel tightening on John's cock tightly, greatly intensifying
the friction against his cockhead.  Three more thrusts catapulted him into
orgasm as he shot his come into her wetness.

   The foursome lay quietly, Shasha and Tamar lovingly kissing, touching,
and stroking the sweaty copulants as their bodies returned to a more
peaceful state.  John carefully, shakily, reached toward the wine - Shasha
grabbed it and placed it in his hand, helping him hold it as he drank from
it.  The bottle was shared all around as they continued lovingly kissing
until the bottle was emptied and discarded.

   "I'm hungry.  Let's go out for lunch."

   "Men are always hungry after sex," Shasha laughed, "but I'm more
interested in having a little of what you just had.  After all," she
consulted the radio clock on the bedside table, "I haven't come in nearly
six hours!"

   "I'm with you, Shasha!" exclaimed Tamar.  "These two can't get off and
leave us hanging.  I want mine, too!"

   "Uh, I'm afraid that I'm kinda out of commission for awhile, you horny
fiends.  Corina drained me."

   Shasha leered at him while stroking his shriveled manhood.  "You men are
so cock-centric.  You have tongues, lips, and fingers that are still fully
functional, you know.  So let's get it on - I'm really hot from watching
you with Corina."

   John sighed happily and moved to position himself between Shasha's
spread thighs.  Tamar spread herself out next to Shasha, but stopped Corina
as she was about to imitate John's example.

   "Corina, I want you to fuck me instead, ok?" she smiled.  "I'm really
hot for cock, and I think Shasha will enjoy watching, too."

   Corina enthusiastically jumped up and disappeared into the closet.  John
and Shasha looked questioningly at Tamar.

   Moments later Corina returned - sporting an ivory colored seven-inch
strap-on cock.  Standing at the edge of the bed, she pulled her roommate's
body to the edge of the bed and began running the fake cock up and down
Tamar's vaginal lips, lubricating the thick rod with her roommate's juices.

   "No need to warm me up, baby.  Just fuck me."

   "I'm letting Shasha and John have a look at what I'm going to give you,
lover.  Here comes." Suiting action to words, Corina opened Tamar's wet
pussy with one hand and positioned the ivory against the opening with the
other.  Pushing slowly, Corina fed the fake into Tamar and began pumping
against her.  Tamar groaned passionately, then pulled the younger girl into
her embrace.  Shasha and John gaped at the incredibly erotic spectacle of
the roommates enmeshed, breasts rubbing breasts, thighs against thighs,
deep in an abandoned kiss - and that slick ivory stick slipping in and out
of Tamara's wet cunt.

   Shasha look down at John.  "Get back to work.  Then I'm going let you
watch her fuck me with that later, ok?" John just smiled and returned to
his labor of love.

   Lunchtime

   Over lunch - quite awhile later - Shasha returned to her question. 
"Well, John.  Seducing women on the internet, then getting them involved in
your business?"

   "No, babe.  Actually, Tamar and I were involved for several months
before the business ever came up in conversation.  Tamar was upset because
her scholarship hadn't worked out and she wouldn't be able to finish
college.  I helped her raise the money for college.  Then Corina got
involved and they've made a lot of money since then.  And it provides the
perfect opportunity for them to travel.  They make money and travel at the
same time."

   "You made enough money that you could fly all the way here?" Shasha
queried Corina.

   "A lot more than that.  I understand that you were going to get
involved, too, but your husband wouldn't allow it."

   "True, but he may not have anything to say about it much longer if I
take John up on his offer.  He's already threatened to divorce me because
he thinks I can't have babies - he doesn't know about the birth control
pills I take.  If I take off for a few years in America, he'll really flip
and divorce me.  Then I'll be a free woman.  But what exactly did you have
in mind, John?  How was this going to work?  Obviously I wouldn't be moving
in with you and your family."

   "You have an education visa and have been accepted at the University of
California San Diego for environmental studies."

   Shasha's eyes widened.  "I have?  How did that happen?"

   "I applied for you," John smiled.

   "And the signatures on the forms?"

   "Forged.  From the letters you sent me." Shasha stuck her tongue out at
him, then laughed.

   "OK.  Then what?"

   "You start a new life."

   "Without you," she said quietly.

   John made a wry face.  "Mostly.  I can come visit regularly on my
business trips.  You can also meet me at my other business destinations. 
But I can't offer you marriage.  You'll find a younger man who will want to
have babies with you for that, I'm sure"

   "Do you expect me to continue as your mistress if I remarry?"

   John shrugged.  "That will be up to you, sweetheart.  There are no
strings here, no obligations." He smiled, "but you'll always be special, as
either friend or lover, babe."

   Tamar spoke with a grin, "Shasha - I have some other information that
you might find interesting.  There's something that John doesn't know."

   "Oh, really," Shasha laughed somberly.  "I thought he knew everything."

   "Well, he told me about the whole plan.  In fact, I have some friends
that helped arrange some of it for him.  But what he doesn't know is that
Corina and have been accepted at the same school.  We'll be flying back to
California with you!"

   Corina lifted her eyebrows and chuckled.  "That's going to be a fun
flight, eh John.  Ever hear of the Mile High Club, Shasha?"

   Tamar laughed and continued, "So, Shasha, we could get a place and live
together while we go to school.  And we can get you started in business,
making money, too.  I think it's a hot idea, don't you, John?  You can
visit all three of your mistresses at one time." Tamar and Corina looked
hopefully at John and Shasha.

   "I think it's a great idea.  What do you think, Shasha?"

   "Is there any chance we can move the flight up to tomorrow, John?  I'd
like to get to California as soon as possible.  We can continue our
lovemaking there, where it's safer, ok?"

   "Done, babe.  Let's go back to the house so I can make that call - and
while we're waiting..."

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