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[Cleaned-up repost of I and II; I apologize most sheepishly for the
initial formatting problems which I hope I've solved and should be
posting III shortly.]

Disclaimer: this story deals with group sexual contact, involving
married  and, in one case, slightly underage people, and is not
intended to be read by anyone under 18.  This is my first posted
effort at erotic writing and it makes no pretensions to be anything
other than some thoughts I find arousing. Everything and everyone in
the story is the product of my over-active imagination, with one
exception: the PC game described exists (try a web search for
4play95); I have no other connection with its maker than that of a
happy customer. Friendly Email is welcome to:

catservant@hotmail.com

Part II 

        Tamiko began to work her hand down the high neckline of Beth's
dress; "Mrs Ha.....Beth, I'm  nervous too....you see, I've never been
touched this way by a *man*. Anne is bi-sexual, and she let me hide
and watch her once......", as she spoke in a very low voice, almost
whispering to Beth, her hand was visible to all sneaking down that
lady's chest and up one mound. Beth made a little cry as fingers made
the tight squeeze under her bra and found her nipple. "but tonight, I
think I want to try for myself......" David's bass voice spoke equally
quietly "Tammy, I believe we'd all agree you shouldn't do *anything*
tonight you're not sure you want to do". "Sweet love, he's right",
Anne put in, "and if I had any brains I'd make you go back to our room
and stay there, but...... this is all so exciting"  "Anne,
dear......Pastor Johnson, please, I want to stay", she said, all the
while toying very expertly with Beth's now erect nipple.

    "Well", Dave Johnson continued, "I guess we're all damned fools
tonight.......but I might as well take my roll and  get on with this"
With a big grin, he turned the laptop (one eye still on Beth's chest),
bought his first square, "Eve's Escorts", and continued on doubles,
"aw,  got no money for that one......Paul, get off the floor and roll"
Tamiko whispered in Beth's ear, "should I keep......?". "Please,
honey, you're making me feel wonderful; Paul, you know the rules, when
should she stop?" "I dunno, whenever you two have to do something
else, I guess. 'Til then, have fun", Paul said, just as he rolled onto
Beth's "Rooms".

      "Well Beth, look at this, I'm right back on the floor"--  it
directed him to lie face down and let Beth (shoes off) use his ass as
a footstool--  "and you're the first to take off something". As Tammy
took her hand out of Beth's dress, Beth bent down to remove her low
heels, "At my feet, slave, then". "As you command, lovely lady". Mark
rolled as Beth felt up Paul's ass with her stocking feet, and joined
Paul on his wife's property. "Pay for me....I can play with Beth
anytime"-- as he hit that, an "interaction" came up-- "Oh, Paul, you
can stop being my wife's footstool and come give me a neck-rub".
"Damn, guy, I was having fun down there". As Paul started to
complainingly rub Mark's neck, Beth took her roll......."Playpen":
"Mark, remove Beth's dress"

      "Beth, you OK with this?" Mark asked, "for all I know you're
naked under there" "Tammy knows some of my secrets, Mark......and Dave
knows all of 'em. Come over here and show the rest" Again, every eye
was on his wife as Mark unzipped her from behind and helped her out of
the sleeves of her long dress,  uncovering white bra straps but being
careful to hide anything else. Mark looked around and smiled as he
began to gradually lower the material, giving everybody else there a
first time view of  Beth's full cleavage. The ex-missionary-- and now,
for the first time in public, stripper-- was quite noticeably blushing
as her husband eased her dress down over the cups of her plunging bra
and brought it slowly to her waist (still quite trim; no kids) All
three of their watching classmates appeared obviously excited (and the
two younger ladies weren't exactly disinterested........)

     Mark, after a pause,  started pushing the wool over  Beth's hips
and uncovering her nude-tone pantyhose. "Hmmm looks familiar", David
broke the silence, but stared with the rest as Mark slowly revealed
his wife's very pleasantly full nyloned thighs, then let the material
drop around her stocking feet. "Turn around, love, and show these good
Baptists  your best feature." "I should slap you for that", but Beth
did turn her back and let the folks admire her round, shapely bottom.
"Always did envy you enjoying the best ass at college,   Mark".
"You're not the only one, Paul", said Dave. "No, he's not, though I
was in deepest denial of  THOSE thoughts at the time", Anne added, as
Beth turned back, blushing even deeper, "C'mon Anne, just take your
turn".

     Anne hit the "Grab Bag", and ended up taking off her high heels,
then her daughter ended up, like Beth, landing on the Playpen, also
partnering Mark: "Tamiko, lay on the floor and let Mark touch your
entire body through any clothes you have on". An "interaction" message
came up as well: "Beth share a long and very close hug with Tamiko".
Beth, still standing, walked over to Tammy, helped the petite teen up,
folded her close against her scantily-clad body and pressed her mouth
to Tamiko's ear. For a time they hugged tight and whispered back and
forth, then Beth eased the girl down to the rug, continuing their
intimate embrace.  "Mark, you're supposed to come and play too", Beth
said to her watching husband.

      Anne sat and watched as her college friends double-teamed her
daughter-cum-love-of-her-life: Beth, voluptuous in bra and pantyhose,
holding Tammy tight against her chest, her husband kneeling down to
stroke straight dark hair and one pretty cheek as the other pressed
against Beth's. Anne had long considered how best to introduce her
sweetheart to the delight she occasionally found in hetero-sex; this
wild concatenation of circumstance had brought together three men she
knew to be gentle and decent (and, incidentally, two wives Anne was
frankly lusting for); she decided she couldn't do much better than to
let the dice have their way. Mark, she was glad to see, wasn't rushing
things, massaging her lover's shoulders and caressing her back through
the red silk blouse, and the other three were quietly staring at the
little tableau: Shawna and David holding hands, Paul's eyes fixed on
the roaming hands of his old friend as they in due time  passed
Tammy's waistline and began to explore surprisingly full cheeks and
long slim legs through her skirt.

      Mark was not finding it entirely easy to stay as gentle, calm,
and slow, as he thought he should; touching the exquisite young thing
his wife was hugging was overpoweringly exciting. The tall but slight
blonde, while he still put faith in such things, had been a notable
"Warrior for Christ" in  Europe's hardest-core red light district. As
he stroked Tammy's stockinged calves it occurred to him that he'd been
true to Beth through everything  Amsterdam could throw at him, but
this teenager was too much-- and that it was too much to believe that
he had his wife's enthusiastic cooperation in enjoying her! He wanted
to lift her skirt and.........but had enough sense  left to realize he
needed to "play the game". Mark reached around and put his hands on
Tamiko's where they embraced his wife, and caught Tammy's
eyes......and her expression of obvious pleasure. "Are you liking all
this, dear?"-- he slowly  stroked up her amazingly delicate wrists and
arms--  "Oh, yes". Beth put in, "Mark, you should've  heard what she's
been whispering to me" . Mark moved his hands around her shoulders and
down to her sides, unavoidably brushing her small mounds. "Tammy, may
I feel your breasts?", Mark somehow felt like he should ask......"Mr.
Hazlitt.......Mark, the game said my 'entire body'; I think you should
touch me wherever you want to" .

     Tamiko released herself from Beth's arms-- a place where she
certainly wanted to be again, but adventure called-- flipped onto her
back on the old carpet, and looked up into Mark's blue eyes. That was
new too, she thought, as Mark slipped his big hands and long fingers
down her sides and up on to her stomach-- .Anne, Beth, Kim (the one
gaijin girl she'd flirted and played a little with at school) all
brown-eyed-- then Mark's hands moved up to her silk-covered breasts,
tentatively at first, then a proper massage, different from Anne or
Kim's touch, but *very* nice. Distracted by a deep voice, she looked
up, caught Anne's eyes, and her lover's oh-so-familiar meaningful
smile. 

      It was David that spoke, "Mark, I'm landing on your square and
paying you off, so you just keep doing what you're doing......" Paul
bought the "Tattoo Parlor", spoke quietly to Beth, "why don'tcha roll
for Mark", and turned in time to catch Mark slipping one hand down
between Tamiko's legs and starting to rub her through her skirt. Beth
managed to break her own concentration to put Mark's token on Paul's
square, pay, and buy a property on doubles-- then landed herself on
the Grab Bag:  "Beth, spin the bottle. Give the winning gent a full
two minute French kiss" . "Men only......seems tame," Beth said, "but
at least we have a bottle; sorry, Mark, think you need to get up
here.........or should I say, sorry Tammy", she added, as the rather
flush-faced teen shared a smile with her husband. "Three men too
*tame* for you  dear?.......I hope you aren't gonna go fully lesbian
on me, though considering", Mark's gesture caught the other three
women as he sat back down, "couldn't blame you".

     "Here goes", Beth said, and gave the empty pint a hard spin.
"Mmmmm, definitely looks like me", said Paul. The (ex) hard-shell
preacher--  his rather well made suit still suggesting the latter, and
the brown hair and new beard he'd been letting grow looking more
suitable for his teaching job-- got up and walked toward Mark's wife,
who stood up and met his embrace. "Paul", Mark interjected, "give me
your watch......I don't have a second hand". "Anal retentive, are
we?.......here". "You get two go-rounds with my Beth, no more, no
less......and you'll find she has"......at which point Beth was
grabbing Paul and lip-locking him......"quite a clever tongue" Paul
had had quite a case of the hots for Beth 10 years gone, and he wasted
no time making the kiss as steamy as possible, exploring her mouth and
pressing her full breasts against his chest, while the lady cooperated
with enthusiasm.

    "One minute", called Mark, "remember to breathe". Anne turned the
comp her way and rolled: "Go to the Clinic". "Shit, I'm feeling left
out; you try Tam". She hopped on to Paul's Kitty club; play involved
Paul taking off her shoes. "Hey Paul, time....Tammy needs you". Paul
and Beth seemed to disengage with some reluctance. "Hmmm, I like
your-style kisses, Paul". "Very much likewise, sweetie", he said,
bending down by Tamiko's chair and slipping off her high heels
(managing a nice caress  of the teen's stocking feet......)

Continued in Part III


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