From: an332173@anon.penet.fi (Lucky Man) Reply-To: an332173@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Crossings, Chapter Ten (MF,M+/F,FF,FF/M,wife,slut) Date: Tue, 1 Aug 1995 04:02:08 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <040346Z01081995@anon.penet.fi> CROSSINGS, (M/F, M/M+/F, FF, MF/F, wife, sluts) The following is for adults over the age of 18, only. If you are below the age of 18, do not read this work. If you are offended by graphic language, graphic descriptions of sexual encounters, and/or erotic story telling please, do not read this. You have been warned. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. There is some mention of actual places in this work. Rest assured that the activities described herein did not occur at those places. Copyright 1995, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. Archiving of this work is permitted provided such an archive is on a system where potential readers have been validated to be over the age of 18, where access is free, download time is free, and the author is informed of the complete location of the archive for verification purposes. Archiving on E-mail request-type servers is permitted provided the author is informed in advance of the address and request procedures. All other use, including but not limited to commercial use of this work is prohibited without the permission of the author. The author may be reached at the anonymous address contained in the header of this post. Comments are invited via E-mail only. Requests for reposts will be ignored if not made through posts to alt.sex.stories.d. ********* Crossings, Chapter Ten I awoke to the sound of suitcases opening. Susan was packing clothes. Today was the day I was to leave. "Good Morning, Sue!" I said. "Sleep well?" "Good Morning, Mark," Susan replied. "We need to hurry. Check out time is in an hour." "Oh, yeah." I said. "Where's Kristy?" "I'm in the bathroom," Kristy replied. "Good morning!" "'Morning, Kristy!" I called back. I quickly dressed, then assisted in packing chores. Twenty minutes later, we finished packing. Fifteen minutes after that, we drove to Kristy's condo. "I don't think I'm going to like not having sex for three weeks," Susan observed. "This week has been magic." I nodded as I drove. Kristy, seated in the back seat was being very quiet. "Wake up, Kristy," Susan smiled. "Oh, I'm awake, I'm just zoning out," Kristy said. "What are you thinking about, babe?" Susan asked. "Not much," Kristy said. "It's a beautiful day." It was a nice day. At Kristy's condo, we sat around and talked about what we had done in the last week. Time flew by. Soon it was time to head to the hospital to check Susan in for her breast augmentation surgery the next morning. On the way to the hospital, nobody said anything. I was nervous, Susan was scared, and Kristy was lost in thought. "It'll be okay, Sue," I said as I held her hand. "I know. A lot has happened this week, Mark," Susan said. "That is a colossal understatement," I joked. "I don't want to go back to my old life, Mark," Susan said as tears welled up in her eyes. "Susan, you don't have to go back to your old life. I thought that was clear." I said. "I know, it's just that this week has been like a dream. I never want it to end." Susan said. "I know. I don't want it to end, either." I said as I stopped the car in the hospital parking lot. We got out of the car, walked to the admission's office then it was time for me to leave. "Kristy," I said, "You're going to love it with us." Kristy smiled for the first time in a while, "I know. I'm going to miss you, Mark." "I'm going to miss you, too, Kristy. I'll be calling to check on my two favorite girls," I said. I kissed Kristy softly on the mouth. I turned then kissed Susan the same way. "You better get going, Mark," Susan said. "I know. You all take care of each other. I'll see you Monday night at home!" I said. Both women mouthed, "I love you," as I turned to leave. On the drive home, I thought about what happened during the last week at the beach. I saw my wife do things that most any man would have surely gone berserk over. I had seen my wife change, often very quickly, from a woman who just wanted to fulfill my fantasy one night to a woman who wanted the thrill of dancing for a roomful of men. Next, to a woman who enjoyed group sex beyond belief. Then to a woman who thrilled at lesbian encounters. Next, to a woman who enjoyed interracial sex and large penis'. Finally, to a woman who sold her body. We came to the beach as a couple. I left the beach alone while my wife was having her breasts enlarged. My wife and I had taken a third person into our lives and made her a part of our family. My wife and our new lover want to be exotic dancers when they return. They want to entertain at bachelor parties--primarily because there is the possibility of group sex--they want to be paid for that sex, too. My wife and our new lover want to be free to become prostitutes when the situation presents itself. My wife wants to give up a very lucrative career to pursue those interests and whatever interests she might one day have. My wife one day called herself a slut and wore that label as a badge of honor. That badge tarnished immediately after she had sex for money. She then called herself a whore and is currently wearing that badge as proudly as she is able. Anyone on the outside looking in would think this is insane. I would have thought it was insane four months ago, but now it is reality. I pondered reality on the way home. Susan was living in the "beach" reality as effortlessly as she lived the reality of many years of marriage. Was this an escape? Was this really what she wanted the reality at home to be? On the question of escaping, I would say yes. She had escaped from the reality that dictated she would be a "good little girl" with a house, two children, and a doting husband, to one where sex for money and the prospect of sexual encounters to come were the major driving forces in her life. Was this really what she wanted? She said so many times. At the beach I had no reason to doubt her sincerity. In the car alone, I still had no reason to doubt her sincerity. When I arrived at home, the reality was simpler. Things had changed and the only choice I had was accept those changes because those changes came, at least in part because of me. I was a part of those changes. It was insane because it was reality. After I unloaded the car and placed our things upstairs, I telephoned Susan at the hospital to let her know that I was home all right. She wanted to know how the house was, then said she couldn't wait for her and Kristy to join me at home. If I had any questions, that was the only answer I needed. The new reality was waiting to come home and mesh with the old reality. Right then, I gave up whatever dreams I may have had--and consciously didn't know I had any such thoughts-- of things at home ever returning to the way they were. I told Susan I would start on the modifications to the party room while she was recovering and that I would be finished by the time she and Kristy came home. She was excited and said she couldn't wait to host her first sex party. I was excited, too. After about ten minutes of telling me what needed to be done for the next week--some things never change--I told her I loved her then I called Kristy to let her know I was home all right. Kristy answered the phone on the second ring, "Hello?" "Hiya, babe, it's Mark. I just got home. I thought I'd call to tell you that I can't wait to see Susan and you in a little over a week," I said enthusiastically. "I'm glad you're home all right. I was getting worried," Kristy said. "I'm just sitting here wondering what my life with you and Susie will be like. Mark, I have to tell you that this all seems too good to be true." "I know it does," I said. "I had pretty much the same thoughts in the car driving up here. In fact, for a moment I thought what happened during the week was insane. I think that's a normal thought. You have nothing to worry about, though. What we planned is going to happen. It's true." "Whew!" Kristy was relieved. "Susie and I were worried that you would get hit with a reality blast then change your mind." "I was hit with a reality blast, Kristy." I said. "Reality is what is happening now. There is no way Susan and I could ever go back to be the people we were, Kristy--it would be a lie. We'd be hurting ourselves and we'd be hurting you. I know it has all happened very, very fast, but Kristy, I love you just like I love Susan--the only difference is that I've known Susan much, much longer. That's the only difference. The reality is that I don't want what the three of us have to ever end." "I'm so glad," Kristy was crying on the other end of the line. "I never feel as loved and as happy as I am when I'm with you and Susie. I was so worried, Mark. I was so worried." "I know, babe," I said. "Please don't cry." After about ten more minutes talking about travel plans, furniture, and living arrangements, I told Kristy I'd call her tomorrow. At around ten, I called Susan to wish her luck and to tell her that I loved her. I called Kristy, too--she was incredibly horny. "Do you realize this is the first night in a week I haven't had wild, wild sex?" Kristy asked. "What do you intend to do about it?" I teased. "I intend to remain chaste until both Susie and I can ravish you!" Kristy said. "Same here," I said. "It'll be hard..." "It'll be wet..." Kristy interrupted. "But it'll be ready to..." I said. "... see you!" Kristy added. We laughed. I told Kristy that I loved her sense of humor. Kristy said she'd be with Susan at the hospital in the morning. She said she was quitting her job tomorrow, "It's not like I need the money right now..." to take care of Susan. Five minutes later, I was asleep. At work the next day, my secretary called, "Mark, 5859, it's your wife." "It's done, darling! I've got new tits!" Susan exclaimed. "When the swelling goes down, I'll be a 36D, just like Kristy!" "How did the operation go?" I asked her, quite seriously. "It went great! The doctor said there would be minimal scarring and that my tits would feel completely normal!" Susan was clearly gushing with excitement. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Can't you tell?" She asked. "Yeah, I think you're flying on post op painkillers!" I said. "You're right!" Susan nearly yelled into the phone. "What do you think?" "I think it's great, too. I'm at work, though so I can't really jump and down, you know!" I laughed. "Okay, but when you see me, you'll be doing more than jumping up and down!", Susan said. "Here, talk to Kristy." "Hi, Mark," Kristy said. "Susie's stoned out of her mind!" "I know, I wish I could be there," I said. "Everything will be okay, I've got everything under control," Kristy said. "How was your first night alone?" "I needed the rest, babe!" I said. "Me too!", Kristy answered. "Susie wants to talk to you, now. Take care, I love you!" "I love you, too!" I answered. "Mark, this is great!" Susan said. "I know it is, honey!" I said. "You be sure to do what the doctors and nurses tell you, all right?" "I will!" Susan answered. "I love you!" "I love you, too!" I answered wife. I was relieved the surgery went well. I found myself fantasizing about my wife's breasts for the rest of the day. When I got home, I made dinner, ate, then called Susan at the hospital. She wasn't so beside herself with joy, now. She said her breasts hurt but she'd be getting pain medication soon. I asked if she'd seen her new breasts, yet. She told me she only had small bandages covering only the incision sites. Susan said she'd have to wear a bra for support for a while but the doctor told her that exercise could help delay the forces of gravity. I told her that I'd be setting up the business tomorrow but I needed to know what to call it. Susan said, how about "L&L Entertainment" for "Leather and Lace". I said I'd ask Kristy, too. Susan said the food was horrible. I laughed. I called Kristy right after I got off the phone with Susan. I asked her about the corporation's name and she agreed with "L&L Entertainment". Kristy had quit her job as she planned and was anxious to put an end to her relationship with her boyfriend. We talked a while longer. She was looking forward to her new life and couldn't wait to come home. I reassured her by telling her that Susan and I loved very much and wanted her with us. I had to wonder what this was like on her--she was uprooting her life to move in with people she met only days earlier. Kristy said she only worried about material things--she wanted to keep her own bed. I laughed and told her that I miss my bed, too when I'm out of town. The next day, Kristy picked up Susan from the hospital and returned to Kristy's condo. Kristy left her side only to go to the base to meet her boyfriends ship where Kristy broke up with him. Susan said Kristy was taking it pretty well. I couldn't help but wonder how her ex- boyfriend was taking it. I asked Kristy about it. She explained at first he was stunned, then he accepted the fact that their relationship was over. At home, at night, I was modifying the basement's party room according to my plans. Everything went like clockwork. I gave the system a test Friday night. Everything worked perfectly. I modified the design so that it incorporated floor to ceiling one-way mirrors that ran the length of the room. Susan had scheduled movers to come for Kristy's belongings Monday afternoon. Susan and Kristy were to arrive Monday evening. Her furniture was to be put in storage in our area, but her bed, television, stereo and other selected items were to be delivered to our house Tuesday afternoon. Susan was feeling really well, now. She suffered almost no pain except when she accidentally touched her breasts too hard. By Saturday, everything at home was done. The room was finished. It looked great. I had added track lighting to the ceiling along the mirrored walls. It was a party room, now. I spent the rest of the weekend editing the video tapes we had made during our week at the beach. It was extremely hard editing them when I had to masturbate every so often. I finished the tapes Sunday night. I titled the tapes, "Lace does Dulles", "Lace's Night Out", "Leather and Lace", "Leather and Lace's Lingerie Show", and "Leather and Lace Go Party". Pretty funky titles, but Susan and Kristy could change them if they desired. Susan and Kristy had been busy, too. They had everything packed in Kristy's condo. Kristy found a buyer who would pay cash for her condo Friday--Kristy made around fifteen thousand on the sale. She'd close Monday morning while Susan was getting examined by the doctor. Susan's breasts still hurt a little when she touched them the wrong way, but other than that, there was no pain. Monday morning, I got a call from Susan while I was at work, "Mark! They're beautiful!" Susan said she was ecstatic about her new breasts. "That's great, Sue!" I said, equally as ecstatic. "Mark, they're so big, and there's absolutely no scarring or bruising on them at all!" Susan cried out happily. "I can't wait to show you!" "I can't wait to see them, honey!" I said. "The best news is that I can have sex next week if they don't hurt when they're touched!" Susan said excited. "I can't wait to make love to you!" I later learned that Susan could have had sex, but she would have felt odd not having her new breasts fondled. She chose to not have any sex. "I can't wait to make love to you, either!" I said. "Our cab's here! See you tonight!" Susan said. "I love you, Mark!" "I love you, too. Have a safe flight!" I said as we hung up. I took the rest of the day off. I went home to move up the date to activate the number for "L&L Entertainment". I was sure that Susan and Kristy would like to get back to work as soon as possible. At six o'clock I left for the airport to pick up my two women. By now, my confusing quest to attach reason to our new lives was long gone. I just wanted my women home with me. ******** Crossings, Chapter Eleven I sat at the gate and waited. At seven ten p.m., I saw my wife and Kristy for the first time in over a week. Both women were walking from the commuter plane that had parked on the tarmac. Naturally, my eyes went right to Susan's breasts. I halfway expected her to be showing them off, but that wasn't the case. Once through the gate, both Susan and Kristy jumped into my arms! "I missed you too so much," I said. "I love you both!" I kissed both women hard on the mouth right there at the airport. I'm sure we got some stares but I didn't really care at this point. I just wanted my women home. "We love you, too, Mark!" Kristy said. "This really is happening." "Of course it is, Kristy!" Susan said as the two of us walked to the baggage claim area. Susan and Kristy got a skycap while I left to get the car. On the way home, we talked about everything that happened last week. I told them I had a surprise for them when they got home. About ten minutes later we drove up the drive to our home. "Wow! This is your house?" Kristy asked. "Sure, is, babe," Susan said. "It's our house. It's your home, too. Here are your keys." "It's so big." Kristy said as we drove around back to the garage. "Nice car's, guys" "Oh, those?" I said nonchalantly. "Who do they belong to, Mark?" Susan asked. "Do we have company?" Kristy looked at Susan with a puzzled look as we pulled into the garage. "Here's your surprise, Susan and Kristy!" I said as I took two sets of keys from my coat pocket. "The two sports cars are yours!" "You're kidding me, Mark, right?" Susan asked. "Those cars are expensive." "I know, but I've wanted to get you one for years, now we can afford it so I got my whore's each a car!" I said smiling. The women got out of the car stunned, then walked up to two identical white cars. On one, the license plate read "L8CE". On the other, "Lethur". The women got into their new cars, still stunned. They looked great behind the wheel. Kristy got out of her car, looked at Susan and started crying. "I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe it," She sobbed happily as I went to hug her. "Hey, can you at least give me kiss?" I teased her. "You can still drive your Toyota if you want, you know?" Susan joined us with tears in her eyes, too, "What did I ever do to deserve you, Mark?" "More than you'll ever know, honey," I said as I exchanged kisses with both women. "I just have to show you your new home, Kristy!" Susan said as she led Kristy by the hand to the entrance to the garage. "Mark, can you get our things?" "Some people just don't know when to quit!" I teased as I opened the trunk of my car. It took three trips to get their luggage into the house and upstairs. After the final trip, I heard the women downstairs calling, "Mark, can you come down to the party room?" As I walked into the party room, Susan said, "I love what you've done with the room, honey! The mirrors are fantastic!" Kristy looked a bit stunned and still didn't really grasp the fact that this was her home, too. "I've got a surprise for both of you, now," Susan said. "Close your eyes and turn your backs." Kristy came over to me. We turned and closed our eyes. Seconds later, Susan said, "Tada! You can turn around, now." "Oh my God, they're beautiful!" Kristy gasped seeing Susan standing before us topless. I was speechless. My wife's breasts were indeed beautiful. Much bigger than before but they looked entirely natural. "Say something, Mark!" Susan teased. "I don't know what to say, they look so good, honey," I stammered. "Just don't stand there, come get a closer look, with you?" Susan said. Kristy and I walked up with our eyes focused on her new, larger breasts. "Can I touch them?" Kristy asked. "Sure, just be extra gentle," Susan said as Kristy looked very closely at my wife's breasts then lightly cupped each one in her hands. "Just a little firmer, but much bigger, Mark. Come on and see for yourself!" Kristy said. Indeed, they felt entirely natural but firmer. I looked at Susan and said, "You are completely beautiful, honey. Your breasts are perfect. Absolutely perfect!" "Thank you, Kristy and Mark. Now, please, they're hurting a little so I better put my bra back on." Susan said. We withdrew our hands as Susan put on her bra and then her blouse. "Two more things I want to show you down here," I said as I walked behind the bar. I flipped off the main lights and hit the switch for the track lighting. The women gasped, "Beautiful, Mark. Just beautiful!" "Thanks, I thought the lights would make the room more intimate. I'm glad you like them!" I said. "Now, just one more thing." I reached under the bar and flipped another switch. On each wall, three mirrors hinged open revealing high quality video cameras behind each mirror. "Wow, you did it, Mark. Outstanding!" Susan said. "Where do they feed?" Kristy asked. "I'm glad you asked! Let's go upstairs!" I said. We walked up the large staircase in the main foyer. "This place is simply the nicest house I've ever seen!" Kristy said. "Thanks, babe!" Susan said as we walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. I moved a large painting on the wall and there they were. Six monitors, two professional quality VCR's and an editing station on a panel that pulled down to a desk. "This is outrageous," Kristy said. "Completely outrageous." Susan was used to my toys then asked the inevitable question, "How much, Mark?" "Fifteen grand, whole thing, mirrors included." I had come in under budget. "Under budget, I'm impressed." Susan said. "His last project cost us almost a hundred thousand dollars after he said fifty!" "Yeah, but you love it now that it all works right!" I said with a smile. "What project was that, Mark?" Kristy asked. "The home theater and video distribution system for the house. Look out the window at the rocks in the back yard. Those aren't rocks. They're shields for satellite dishes." "That many dishes?" Kristy asked, "Why?" "That's the only way people at any TV in the house can watch different channels." Susan answered. "You have your own tanning bed, too?" Kristy asked. "What?" Susan asked as she turned around. "Mark!" "There's one in Kristy's room across the hall, too." I said. "I figured they'd pay for themselves in a year based on the cost of using a tanning salon." I had learned long ago to justify extravagance in this way. "Yeah, just like the dishes will pay for themselves when we're dead and buried!" Susan joked. This was a different side of us. Kristy was seeing it for the first time. "So, you do act like a married couple at home! I'm glad!" Kristy said as she smiled. "Do you mind if I look at my room?" "No, not at all," Susan said. "Mark, put away your toys now." I heard Susan say that I was a real gadget freak. After I repositioned the picture on the wall, I joined them in the room across the hall. "Wow, this seems bigger than my condo!" Kristy said. "May I decorate the room?" "Sure, it's yours!" Susan said. "Check out the bathroom around the corner." "Oh god! It's huge! There's a sunken tub!" She said from inside the room. "Oh my god, there's a shower, too! A bidet! There's a Jacuzzi in the tub, too! Damn! How much do I owe you for this. I do intend to pay you for room and board." "Sorry, but we wouldn't accept the money," I said sternly. "This is your house. This is your room. You are an equal partner, Kristy." "I have to pay you something," Kristy said seriously. "I'd feel like I was using you if I didn't, Mark." Before I could say no, Susan put her hand on my mouth and whispered, "It's important to her, Mark. We talked about this the other night." "Okay, one dollar, per year." I said. "There's a one dollar security deposit, as well." "C'mon Mark, that's silly," Kristy said. "I'd feel more comfortable if I could pay, really." "I'd feel more comfortable if you didn't, but if you must, pay Susan. I don't want feel like I'm using you," I said. "I don't want to talk about money regarding your living here." "I'm sorry, Mark." Kristy said. Susan asked me to leave. A few minutes later, Susan called me back into the room. "It's all settled, now, Mark. Kristy will pay us one dollar for the room," Susan said. Later I found out that Susan explained what she and I talked about the other night--that we both considered Kristy part of our marriage--that she was our wife just like Susan was my wife. Kristy looked up at me and said, "I didn't know that you felt that way about me, Mark. I'm sorry, honey." "I do love you, Kristy. I feel that you are my wife, too." I said. "See, Kristy?" Susan said. "He's the most protective, generous man in the world. He doesn't use the word "love" lightly. When he says he loves you, he means it with all that he is." Kristy and I kissed tenderly for the first time. I turned and kissed Susan the same way. Three people in love--I would have never thought it possible. "Let's eat!" I said. We went downstairs to the dining room where I had already set the table. "Wait until you taste Mark's cooking. He could be chef anywhere." Susan said proudly. I brought out the meal. We started with a light shrimp cocktail filled with wild rice. The next course was my "lobster surprise", meat from the entire lobster in a special white wine sauce. I poured white wine for each of us. "This is fantastic, Mark. I've never had anything like it!" Kristy said. "I really like the sauce. What's in it?" "Umm, I'm sorry, Kristy, but Susan doesn't even know," I smiled. Susan smiled and said, "He's going to die with his secrets of the kitchen intact. Maybe you can work on him to at least write them down to pass on to our children some day?" "Will do!" Kristy smiled. "Welcome to the family, babe!" Susan said. We finished eating then sat at the table, talking about things. I explained the corporation to them. They were anxious to get started, but would wait until Kristy got settled here. "I have a question, it's kind of awkward, so bear with me, okay?" Kristy said. Susan and I nodded. "Since my bed is not here, yet, where would you like me to sleep tonight?" Kristy blushed. "With us, babe!" Susan said. "You sleep with us just like at the beach." "Yep, you sleep with us," I said. "Unless you get a boyfriend and want to be alone or you don't feel good or something like that, okay?" "Thanks!" Kristy said. "I'll also sleep in my room when your kids are home. I don't want to become a sore point with them and you. You can tell them I'm a housekeeper or something like that." "Thank you, Kristy," I was wondering how I would approach that subject. "Susan and I decided back at the beach that our sex lives have always been our business and our children have no right to know what's up. If they ask, we'll be honest. But if they don't ask, we won't tell." "Kristy and I talked about that last night. We think the live-in housekeeper story is a good one," Susan said. "I agree and I don't agree. I'm for not telling them anything." I said. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Susan said. "They won't be home until Christmas." It was around ten o'clock, and I was tired. I asked if Kristy and Susan if they minded if I went to bed. They said they didn't and that they'd clean up. They thanked me for the meal and I headed upstairs. "Oh, one more thing, Sue," I called from the back staircase. "What are you doing tomorrow?" "I'm going into work to clean out my desk. I called them last week to inform them of my choice," She said in that matter of fact tone. "Then I'm coming home to help Kristy get settled. After that, I'm going to show Kristy around the area." "Goodnight, ladies." I called from the stairs. The alarm clock went off in the morning just as it has always done during the week. The shower woke me up just as always. It was home. It felt good. My wife had already gone into work as always-- this time for the last time. The only difference was Kristy. What a welcome difference. Any man would be glad to have a woman as beautiful as my wife, but I had two women, each the two most beautiful women I had ever seen. I was very, very lucky. I dressed for work, then went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Kristy surprised me with a wonderful breakfast. "Good morning, babe," Kristy said as she finished cooking a wonderfully light omelet. "Good morning, honey! Smells good! Thank you!" I said--I had called her honey, something I had always called my wife--It felt natural. "Sit down, I'll join you in a minute," Kristy said. The breakfast was wonderful. I thanked Kristy again. I told her to call me at work if she needed anything during the day. I kissed her good-bye and went to work. I noticed that Susan drove her new car to work. I smiled and thought, "Lace." Around two in the afternoon, I got a call from Susan, "It's done. I'm at home. I left my job. I'm free to be a whore." Another bridge had been crossed. Susan said the company tried to convince her to stay. They offered her a huge raise, but she turned it down. They parted on friendly terms and invited her to come back if it ever got cold out there. I had to laugh when Sue told me that. It was exactly what the Navy told me. There was no turning back now. My wife really wanted to be a whore. It excited me beyond belief. When I got home, Kristy and Susan were resting after having unpacked Kristy's stuff. They were discussing curtains. I kissed each of them hello then told them I was going to workout. That's pretty much the way it went while Susan's breasts healed and she felt ready for making love. Kristy and she had gone out and bought a lot of new clothes. They'd model for me, but it was very tame compared to the week at the beach. About two weeks after Susan and Kristy got home, they started on their careers. I was at work when the call came. Susan called to let me know she and Kristy were going to a photographer's studio to get her portfolio done. It indicated that Susan felt she was ready. She sure looked ready. She and Kristy had worked out daily in the party room and were in the best shape of their lives. Kristy did as she said she would do by teaching Susan the art of the performance. She taught Susan how to use the mirrors to make sure everything was perfect--but not too much, just quick glances. They came up with a new act for bachelor parties. They came up with dance routines for every type of music they were likely to encounter. Like athletes training for a long season, they trained hard. I was very impressed. Every curve of their bodies was perfect. I had never seen two more fit women. I came home the evening of the phone call to find Kristy and Susan naked in bed waiting for me. "It has been hard not to, but we didn't touch each other until right now," Kristy said as she kissed Susan passionately. Kristy let her hands explore my wife's breasts, gently at first, then with more fervor. I undressed as quickly as I could. Kristy's lips lowered on my wife's right nipple. Kristy kissed the nipple gently, then licked it quickly. Susan raised her hips and said, "I need you inside me, Mark." I slipped on a condom and slowly mounted my wife. "Make love to her, Mark," Kristy said. "I'll just watch." As I slowly slid my penis into Susan's body, she trembled softly. "It has been so long, Mark," She moaned softly. "I love you." I kissed Susan softly, then lowered my lips to her new, much larger breasts. I lightly tongued each nipple as I continued to move my penis at a slow, but steady rate. I started sucking on her right breast. It was like being with a new woman. I was exploring trying to find the best technique to use on her breasts so she received maximum pleasure. Susan had her first orgasm in three weeks as I lightly bit her nipple. I moved to her other nipple. I bit it gently and she came again. Twenty minutes passed. My wife came multiple times. I was nearing my orgasm and quickened my pace. I came in a flood. I stayed inside my wife until my shrinking penis slid out. Kristy came over, slipped off my condom, then placed my penis into her mouth. Susan asked me to make love to Kristy as I had made love to her. Shortly after Kristy began on my penis, it rose to hardness again. Susan put a condom in her mouth and placed the condom on my cock. Kristy laid back on the bed, spread her legs, then I entered her. I made love to her for the first time that night. When we finished, Kristy said she had never been made love to like that in her life. For the rest of the night, we remained naked. We ate in the nude; we watched television in the nude; and later, we slept in the nude. Kristy and Susan made love to each other for the first time in three weeks that night as well. Prior to falling asleep, Kristy said they were going to audition at three clubs tomorrow after they received their new pictures. I awoke, showered, dressed, and went to work, knowing full well that our new lives had just begun in earnest. At four in the afternoon, Susan called. "I've got great news, Mark. We've been put on the schedule to dance tomorrow night at the most exclusive club in the area!" Susan gushed that she and Kristy had also auditioned at two other clubs and were on their schedules as well. They would dance the weekend away. They informed each club manager that they performed at bachelor parties, but that scheduling for those parties had to be through their agency, "L&L Entertainment". They told each manager their rates, five hundred for one hour for one girl; nine hundred fifty dollars an hour for two girls; and one thousand dollars per girl per hour for two girls and simulated lesbian sex. Kristy said the managers' eyes lit up when they mentioned lesbian sex. It was real. I got home about two and half hours earlier than normal to find Kristy and Susan trying on costumes and generally getting ready for tomorrow night. Their excitement was matched only by the pride I felt in my two women. I went to the workout room and changed for my workout. When I returned to the room, I found Kristy and Susan locked in a sixty-nine on the floor. I sat on a bar stool and watched the women eating each other. They had not noticed I was there. Orgasm after orgasm these women endured. I could take it no longer. I pulled off my pants, took out a condom from my pocket, slipped it on, and plunged my cock into Kristy's pussy. Kristy pushed back hard as my wife licked her clit and my cock at the same time. The feeling was incredible and I quickly reached my own orgasm. Kristy and Susan continued eating each other for about half an hour longer while I watched. It was incredible to see this activity going on in my own home. I got hard again and fucked my wife as Kristy licked Susan's clit this time. Again, I quickly came. Kristy came again then my wife rolled off her. "Oh, that felt fantastic," Susan said. I made dinner for my women that night. We drank champagne, and fucked again on the dining room table. The women were now sexually ready. I went to work as I normally did, but I didn't get much done. I was thinking about my women. I returned home to find a note saying that they had to leave. The note said for me to be at the club by nine and to wear a suit. I ate leftovers, showered, dressed, then left for the club. At the inner door of the club, a door attendant stopped me and asked for the establishments cover charge. I paid the cover charge then entered the main room of the club. Once inside, a very pretty hostess escorted me to a table in the second row of the main stage. On stage a rather bored looking dancer was performing an uninspired set. I noticed that her garter overflowed with tips ranging from five dollar bills to fifty dollar bills. If the patron's would tip this way for an uninterested and downright boring dancer, I wondered how they'd tip for Susan and Kristy. As the dancer left the stage, there was a smattering of applause. This was the real world. These men were not horny sailors just dying to lose their paychecks, they were business men, lawyers, and deal makers. The light's dimmed, then an announcer came to out on stage. "Welcome to Class, ladies and gentlemen. Here for their first performance in the area are Leather and Lace!" The announcer left the stage, then fog filled the stage. "Sirius" by Alan Parson's started to play on the sound system. This was the same song many basketball teams used during spotlight introductions. The fog was building up on the stage as the song continued. All eyes were now on the stage. The three spotlight operators clicked on the spotlights and began strafing the audience with the hot lights. I felt goose bumps on my arms and was not disappointed. Over the sound system boomed my best imitation of a popular PA announcer. "And now, the stars of the show!" I recorded the announcement earlier as a joke. Apparently, Susan and Kristy liked it. "At one dancer for your entertainment, a 5'9" chunk of pure 36D-24-35 gold, Leather!" Kristy rose slowly from the fog, threw her hair back and punched a fist into the air as the second crash of music banged through the air. The crowd erupted into very enthusiastic applause! "At the next dancer, a 5'9" beauty of 36D-24-34 solid titanium fury, Lace!" Susan exploded through the fog and threw a fist into the air as the third crash of music came. The place absolutely came unglued. Everyone was standing and applauding. It was incredible. I looked at Susan and simply did not believe what I saw. Her hair was straight. She wore a bright red headband under her bangs. She wore red leather from head to toe. She wore a skin tight red leather jumpsuit, and red leather thigh-high boots. Kristy wore a matching black outfit. Kristy's blonde hair was straight as well. Both women were breathing hard. It was an incredible entrance. The women turned, stood back to back, threw their heads back, then began clapping their hands to the beat of the music. They ran from one end of the stage to the other, as the audience started clapping their hands in time, too. Just at the perfect moment, the opening bars of AC/DC's "Back in Black" blasted out of the speakers. Kristy and Susan began dancing, very energized. Before they took off one article of clothing, money was lining the stage. I remembered Susan loved control. Both she and Kristy were in control tonight. Coordinated, they slowly pulled down the zippers of their jumpsuits. They shot each other a glance, threw back their heads then ripped the jumpsuits from their bodies. The place went crazy again. I could see why. Susan wore a white, see through lace top. She wore white lace panties over a white lace garter belt that held up sheer white stockings. Kristy wore a see through black top, black, studded leather panties over a black and gold striped leather garter belt. The garters held up sheer black stockings. Kristy and Susan danced for the men who put down tips on the stage. Other men walked up and stood behind the front row and handed them money. As the AC/DC song ended, a slow, sexy song started, "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan. Kristy walked up behind Susan then in a very sexy way, removed Susan's top. Kristy turned then Susan did the same for her. The women slowly turned to the crowd, topless. They moved to each side of the stage and slowly, but very sexily ground to the music as more tips came. They crossed at center stage and continued to grind slowly as they moved to opposite ends of the stage again. More tips. As that song ended, the lights dimmed, then the place went berserk. They wanted more. Susan and Kristy were going to give them more. "In the Still of the Night" came on. Susan and Kristy shook their heads wildly as they moved to the center of the stage. When the fast part of the song first hit, they ripped off each other's panties and tossed them to the crowd. They were now naked except for their garters, stockings and boots. Kristy and Susan fell to their knees, spread their legs, then leaned backward, feeling their breasts as the ladies rested on their shoulders. Their pussies were in clear view of the audience. More applause, more tips. Men were practically throwing money on the stage. The women rose to their feet, then danced for the men on both sides of the stage. They spread their legs wide open for each man in the front row. They were stuffing tips into their boots by now. It was unreal. The song ended, then it was over. Just like that. Every man in the place, the bartender, and the waitresses applauded and whistled. Susan and Kristy came out from behind the curtain, turned their backs to the crowd, jutted out a hip, then blew kisses to the crowd as they left. A man, whom I assumed was the owner of the bar, went backstage. Two minutes later, as another dancer was doing her best to please, Kristy and Susan came out to mingle with the audience. Susan worked her way over to me and whispered that the owner had given them a raise. I whispered that I had never seen anything like that in my life and that I was proud of her. She told me to be ready when she and Kristy got home; she had come twice while dancing. She and Kristy had two more shows to do that night, too. I said I had to leave because of work in the morning. Susan said she understood. Again, she said that I should expect to be awakened when they got home. I smiled and left. At three in the morning, I awoke to the shaking of our bed: Kristy was kneeling behind Susan and was fucking Susan with her strap on dildo. Susan was sucking on her own left nipple--something she now did regularly during sex. Performing a very athletic move, Kristy rolled on her back while Susan rolled on top of Kristy--the dildo never left Susan's cunt. Susan leaned over and began sucking my cock while I kissed Kristy. About two minutes into my blowjob, Kristy asked me to please come on my wife's face. Next, I stood up and straddled Kristy, standing so that my cock was at Susan's mouth level. Kristy lightly massaged my balls as my cock pumped in and out of my wife's hungry mouth. One minute later I squirted my sperm all over my wife's face. I laid back down and watched Kristy lick Susan's face clean. The women kissed, then resumed fucking. I drifted back to sleep. I awoke to find Susan and Kristy asleep in each other's arms next to me. At around noon, as I was leaving for lunch, Susan called. My wife was very excited when she said that she and Kristy each made tons of money in tips alone the previous night. I congratulated Susan on her clearly more lucrative career move. Susan said that last night, after the club closed, the owner of the club offered them an exclusive deal at five thousand dollars per week each for four nights dancing. I remembered reading somewhere that big money like that was usually reserved for headliners--usually porn stars on tour. Susan said she and Kristy turned it down, but gave the owner two night's per week-- Tuesday and Thursday--at two thousand dollars per week, per girl and that it was not exclusive. The owner jumped at it, she explained. According to the lead bartender, it was a record night for receipts at the club. I told Susan to get it in writing. She had beaten me to the punch. She and Kristy had made up standard contracts during Susan's recovery from her breast surgery. The owner of the club gladly signed. I told Susan that I'd be home early today and that I couldn't wait to see my women. On the way home, I caught the end of an advertisement on the radio, "... on Tuesday's and Thursday's, starting at nine P.M., catch three shows from the area's hottest dancing duo, Leather and Lace...". The owner of the club had not wasted in time in attempting to cash in on his new dancers. It was the first time I had ever heard dancers mentioned in his ads. Leather and Lace were hits. I arrived home an hour later. Traffic was horrible. I found Susan and Kristy downstairs in the workout room, lifting weights. They stopped when they saw me. "Hi, honey!" Susan said then she and Kristy came over and gave me a kiss. "You two were great last night! Congratulations!" I said as I hugged both women. "Thanks, honey. It was incredible, wasn't it?" Kristy said. "After we danced the first time, the other dancers tried extra hard to put on a good show, but they couldn't," Susan said. "We were at another level last night." She and Kristy led me upstairs where they showed me a pile of notes and phone numbers. "Looks like your second business may be taking off anytime, now." I joked. "Yeah, it does, but I think we should wait until we get hit on in person," Kristy deadpanned. "I mean, I don't know where these notes came from." "Kristy's right. We need to be extra careful at that club. The owner is very nice and we don't want him to get into trouble." Susan explained. "We need to be extra discreet." I agreed, then asked, "Do you two dance tonight?" "Yes, we're dancing downtown at two clubs for two hours each," Kristy said. "Are you going to come?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Tonight, I can stay for all your shows," I answered. "We need to get something to eat, then we need to get going, Susie," Kristy said. "Don't expect something like last night at these two clubs, Mark. They don't have the equipment." "Okay, I just want to see you two do well," I said as Kristy and Susan went into the bathroom to shower. "Oh, when are your day's off?" "Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday, and Friday nights," Susan answered from the bathroom. "After this weekend, we're saving Friday nights for bachelor parties." "I'm going to make dinner," I said as I left the bedroom. While dinner was cooking, I went into the den to check the voice mail system I had set up to handle calls for L&L Entertainment. There were no calls today. I was a little disappointed, but figured once the ladies had more time and exposure the calls would come. I returned to the kitchen to find Susan and Kristy, dressed very casually, in blue jeans, sneakers, and tee-shirts talking about their shows for tonight. "I'm disappointed that we won't be dancing together tonight," Kristy said. "Me too," Susan sighed. "At least we've got things scheduled so we'll be dancing at the same place. It could have been worse." "You're right," Kristy said. "It's just that I get so energized when you're on stage with me. It makes me a better dancer." "Same here, babe," Susan said as I brought dinner to the table. "Pretty tame stuff tonight," I said. "Flounder fillets." "Thanks, Mark!" Kristy said. "Tame? Mark, you know you make the best food I've ever eaten!" Susan said. "The best cock, too!" Kristy smiled wickedly across the table at me as she took a bite of the fish. "Wow!" Kristy said with her mouth still full. "You are a fantastic cook. I have never had fish like this." "Thanks!" I said. "It's just a hobby." We finished eating, then the women grabbed their things and drove off in Susan's car. I'd meet them at the club, later that night. After my workout, I showered, dressed in blue jeans, sneakers, and tee-shirt and drove downtown to the first club the women would work tonight. This club was in the party block of the city. I parked the car about a block away, then walked to the club. It was a strange club much longer than it was wide, with a small stage in the middle. The best seats were on either side of the small stage but they were taken long ago. Kristy was on-stage when I walked in and was naked except for a small garter on her right thigh. A biker type was tipping her a five dollar bill when I finally found a seat near the waitress station in the back of the bar. I could barely see anything but Kristy's head. I looked around but did not see Susan. The crowd was really into Kristy's dancing, yelling various things. I heard comments like, "Wow, she's hot!" or "Look at her tits!" regularly while sitting. After another song, Kristy left the stage to appreciative applause as Susan took her hand and helped her from the stage. Susan then got up on stage and just started dancing. It was a far cry from the show I saw last night. Susan wore a garter, g-string, and white leather bra when she started dancing. She was bumping and grinding to the beat of the music, smiling and trying her best, but it just wasn't happening. Susan got the crowd into it when she took off her bra and licked her left nipple. From that point on she had the crowd on her side. Three songs later, she left with her garter stuffed with money. Ten minutes later, Kristy and Susan came out to thank some of the customers who had tipped. They would sit with a guy for a few minutes, then get up and move to the next tipper. Susan saw me sitting in the corner and winked. I nodded my head up. About twenty minutes later, they went to the dressing room for their next set. It went that way until it was time to leave. While I thrilled at the fact my wife and Kristy were dancing nude before a bar full of strangers, I found that I liked watching them more when they were more theatrical. This bar was not the place for theatrics, though. The customers wanted to see tits and pussy and that was pretty much it. Kristy and Susan tipped the bartender, then we left through the back door. I lost them in traffic on the way to the next club, but I knew where it was so I was just a little behind them. The next club was much nicer. It had a larger stage. The tables were covered with green linen table cloths and the waitresses where much more professional. The dancers were also prettier. Shortly after I arrived, Susan took the stage dressed in a white leather bra studded with fake gems, white bikini bottoms studded with fake gems, a white lace garter, and white leather ankle boots. The crowd was much more appreciative in this place. The sound system was better. Susan really got into her act and made much more money in tips during her first set. I overheard one of the customers at a table next to mine say that he thought my wife was one of the dancer's he'd seen last night at another club. When Susan took off her top, he said that it was indeed her. He said, "She's a fantastic dancer, I hope her partner is dancing here tonight, too. When she's done, let's get a table dance from her." Susan and Kristy never mentioned table dancing to me. I was intrigued by the idea. Susan took off her bikini soon after she removed her top as she continued dancing very energetically to the music. The crowd was really into it and the tips kept coming. When the next song had ended, Susan was naked, her garter was overflowing with money. The crowd stood and applauded as she put on her robe and left the stage. Kristy came out next dressed in a blue rubber bra, blue rubber panties, and blue rubber boots. She looked very erotic with her blonde hair, curly again, done in a big hair style. The men were staring at her every move as she danced wildly on stage. This place was more like it for me. The women were allowed to perform and the men appreciated it. The man who commented on Susan earlier said that this place now had the two best dancers he had ever seen anywhere. About five minutes after Kristy had finished her set, they started thanking the customers for their tips. The man seated at the table next to mine, asked Kristy and Susan for a table dance. The men paid the standard table dance fee that I had seen on a sign over the bar. Susan and Kristy agreed, then started dancing right there for the two men at the table. Touching dancers was prohibited--I later learned it was illegal from a placard on my table--but the women had put on a really good show for the two men. Kristy and Susan had the men eating out of their hands with their routines of bumps and grinds. When they turned to leave, Susan turned back around, faced the men, and lightly licked her right nipple. These guys as well as many others got to see Susan and Kristy perform on the stage and at their tables. After their last table dance for the men at the table next to mine, one of the men bent over and whispered something into Susan's ear. I suspected she was propositioned. She shot me a quick glance that confirmed my suspicion. She whispered something back to the man, shook her head, then turned to leave. When we were at home I was determined to find out exactly what the man had said. I got up to leave and heard the man say, "Damn, I would love to fuck that lady." His friend at the table said, "Yeah, I'd love to fuck them both, at the same time." I smiled as I left the bar and headed home--little did they know that for the right price, they could have had them both. "I really wanted to fuck him," Susan said after telling me that I was right on target with my guess. "I just didn't want to do it tonight. I told him to come back tomorrow night and we'd see." "So tomorrow night is when you'll start hooking again?" I asked excitedly. "Looks like it is. If he pays enough,'' Kristy said as she and Susan smiled. ********* Crossings, Chapter Twelve I got up, walked behind Susan, seated at the kitchen table. I reached over her shoulders and began to massage her big tits through her tee-shirt. "Mmm, that feels good." Susan moaned as she arched her back jutting her tits out. "You know, I think you want Kristy and I to start whoring again." "I do." I whispered into my wife's ear. "Mmm... I love to suck cocks. I love to feel them on my lips." Susan said moaning gently. "I love the feel of cocks in my mouth. I love to run my tongue all over them as I suck hard." I had bent over and began to lick Susan's neck and ears. Kristy, seated across from us, was massaging her breasts as she listened and watched. "I was born to suck and fuck hard cocks." Susan said with a sigh as she turned to face my groin. "No, keep talking, it's good." I said as Susan stroked my hard cock through my jeans. "Oh, the feel of any hard cock in my mouth is what I am. I love it when cocks shoot their hot cum into my mouth and all over my face." Susan was getting very hot now as I continued to rub her breasts and lick her neck. "I want to feel cocks probing my body. I want them between my big tities as they pump my chest. I want to kiss cocks as they cum all over my chest." Kristy had removed her tee-shirt and was sucking one of her nipples. She sat, her legs spread wide with one hand under her jeans finger fucking herself as she listened to Susan speak. Susan with her eyes closed, had spread her legs wide as well so she could rub her cunt through her jeans. "I want to feel cocks in my cunt and in my ass at the same time, again. I want cocks all over my body. I want to bathe in cum." Susan said as Kristy rose from her chair and began taking off my wife's jeans. "I want as many cocks as I can possibly take. I want them all the time." Susan's breathing began to quicken. Before Kristy had taken off Susan's jeans my wife had come. "I want women to eat my pussy as I suck cock. I want pussy on my face as I get fucked in the ass and in the cunt. I want to fuck pussy as I get fucked in the ass. I want your cock in my mouth, now, Mark!" Susan demanded. I pulled my cock from my jeans, straddled Susan while Kristy began eating her pussy and jammed my cock into my wife's open mouth. I pumped my wife's mouth vigorously as Susan came again. "Suck my cock, whore. Suck me off!" I commanded as I took my wife by the hair, jamming my cock further into her mouth and throat. "I'm going to come all over your whoring face, then I'm going to make the blonde whore lick it up until you are clean." I was beside myself with passion. I was pounding my wife's mouth harder than I had ever done. "If you want cock, I'll give you cock, whore!" I screamed deliriously. Kristy was writhing in passion as she continued to eat Susan's pussy. "I'll give you a cum bath, bitch!" I screamed as I pulled my cock from my wife's mouth and shot sperm all over her face, neck, and hair. "Get up, you blonde slut. Get up, now!" I screamed at Kristy, beside myself. "Lick the cum from this whores body, you whore!" Kristy bent over and did as ordered. I grabbed Kristy by the tit's as she licked my wife's cum soaked face. "I suppose you want a cum bath, too, whore?" I asked as I squeezed Kristy's nipples, hard. "Oh, God, yes!" Kristy moaned, stopping her cleanup chores just long enough to speak. "Fine, whore." I said as I reached in my pocket for condom. I slid the condom on my still hard cock then lowered Kristy's jeans and plunged my cock into her sopping wet pussy. "Don't stop, Mark. Don't stop!" Kristy begged. "I'll stop when I'm damn good and ready, whore. You'll have no say in the matter!" I yelled as Kristy came. "Pussy juice!" I said to Susan. "Stop kissing that whore, Kristy! I thought you were cleaning her up!" Kristy did as ordered. When Susan was clean, I found a new target. "Lick the pussy juice from this blonde whore's legs, bitch!" I commanded Susan. Susan slid off the chair and began licking Kristy's upper thigh's. "That's right, whore! You just keep licking!" I said to Susan. "When you're done, lick her clit!" Soon, Kristy was having her clit licked by Susan. "Lick her clit hard, now!" I said as I pulled my cock from Kristy's cunt--I was filling the condom with sperm. Kristy had a shattering orgasm and had to lie down on the floor to steady herself. "Still want a cum, bath, whore?" I asked Kristy. "Yes!" Kristy said breathlessly. I squeezed the rubber so cum ran all over Kristy's face. "Now, you lick the cum from her face!" I said to Susan. "Do not stop until you are completely finished! If you are a good little whore, I'll fuck your cunt." Susan got on her hands and knees and started licking the cum from Kristy's face. I slipped another condom on my amazingly hard cock, then I fucked my wife. "You've been a good whore. Now, take this." Susan came again just as I shot my final load of the evening into the rubber. I sat down on the chair, exhausted. Kristy and Susan started laughing to themselves. "What's so funny?" I asked. "You were out of control, Mark! It was great!" Susan said. "I never knew you could be so demanding. I loved it!" Kristy nodded as she slowly stood. "My, my, my, Susie. We've created a monster!" "No, babe, we just freed the monster. It was always there, just waiting for the right time!" Susan laughed as we rose then headed upstairs. While they may have freed the monster, the door opened wide for the whores to begin. The next morning when I awoke, I found the women as I usually did, exercising in the workout room. I joined them. "Mark, thank you for last night," Susan said. "It was incredible." "It was for me, too!" I grinned as I stepped on treadmill. "What's on the schedule for today?" "We need to go grocery shopping, then we're going to get our hair done." Susan said as she sat up from the nautilus machine. "We're getting our perms freshened." "We need to be at the first club by six tonight, so we'll just go straight from the hairdresser's," Kristy added. "Mark, we don't know when or if we'll be home tonight," Susan said. "Are you sure that's all right with you, honey?" "That's fine with me, honey," I said knowing full well that they were probably going to get fucked for money tonight. "When do you start dancing at the second club tonight?" "Ten," Susan said as she smiled at Kristy. "We'll call you when we know what's up, okay?" "Why not just give me a wink or something?" I asked. "You're going to be at the club tonight?" Kristy asked. "Sure! I've watched you two pick up men before," I said. "I find it exciting. One request, can you tape it?" "Sure!" Kristy said. "We'll see you when we get back from the grocery store!" Susan and Kristy gave me a kiss then went upstairs to change. After I finished my workout, I went outside to shoot some baskets. After about ten minutes of shooting, I saw Susan and Kristy leaving for the grocery store. I stopped dead in my tracks. They were in full makeup, with hair done. Each woman wore skin-tight blue jeans. Susan wore a loose fitting white blouse cinched at her waist by a thick red belt. On her feet were red high-heeled pumps. Kristy wore only a Swede vest on her upper half. Kristy wore brown high-heeled pumps. It was just as if we were at the beach. Stunned, I hadn't seen them dress this way while we were at home. They waved as they got into Kristy's car. Soon they had driven off. "Slut mode," I said as I hit a three-pointer. Two hours later they returned. "Honey, can you help us with the groceries?" Susan called from the intercom in the garage. "Sure, I'll be right down," I said then started downstairs. I ran into Kristy in the kitchen dropping off two bags of groceries and stopped to check her out. "Mark, don't you know it's impolite to stare?" Kristy asked playfully. "I bet the grocery store was a completely new experience for some of the customers?" I asked as I took a bag from Kristy. "Yeah, it was!" Kristy laughed. "Hey, you two, let's get the groceries in here," Susan said as she put her two bags on the counter. I went out and grabbed the rest of the groceries and set the bags on the floor. "Kristy tells me you had a good time at the grocery store," I said. "It was neat. The grocery store manager saw me and nearly fell out of his booth," Susan said. "You mean the guy who used to cash checks before the ATM was installed?" I asked. "Yeah!" Susan said. " "Then there was the guy at the seafood section," Kristy added. "He was positively drooling." "We ran into Joanne Sloane, too," Susan said. "You're kidding me! I'm friends with her husband. We've been to a couple of their parties, Kristy," I explained. "She didn't know who I was until I introduced myself." Susan said. "She nearly died." "I'll bet she did!" I said. "I wonder what she's going to say to Dave?" "I think she's bi," Kristy said. "She couldn't keep her eyes off our tits." "Joanne? Bi?" Susan asked. "You've got to be kidding me. That lady is the biggest prude I've ever met." "You never do know, do you?" Kristy said with a grin. "Next time we see her we should invite her over for coffee, don't you think?" "She'll never do it," I said. "Her husband? That's a different story. He's a dog. He used to hit on Susan all the time at the parties we attended." "Yeah, but he won't get any unless he pays, now," Susan laughed. We put away the groceries then the ladies drove off to get their hair done. "Slut mode sure is fun," I said as I settled down to watch a basketball game. I arrived at the club shortly before ten. The place was packed. It was standing room only. People were talking about the two dancers from the night before. Of course, they were talking about Susan and Kristy. The people who were there the night before kept say that Susan and Kristy were the best looking, best dancers they had ever seen. I had to agree. Susan was out first and performed her usual outstanding set. She was tipped really well. Customers kept giving her money even after she left the stage and was on her way back to the dressing room. I looked around for the guys who had propositioned her the night before. The place was too packed. I couldn't find them. Kristy came out next and turned the place into a screaming insane asylum when she did her act. It was apparent that these two women had control over a crowd of men that the other dancers just couldn't match. Ten minutes after Kristy finished her set, she and Susan joined those seated for thank you's and table dances. I had to feel sorry for the dancer on stage because most of the men in the place were watching Susan and Kristy. I walked up and tipped the dancer a fifty. This seemed to draw some attention away from Susan and Kristy--at least among the men lining the stage. I found a table after some guys left, then sat down. A moment after the dancer I tipped finished her set, she joined me. She thanked me for such a large tip. I told her I felt bad that so many people were watching Leather and Lace. She said not to worry about it. She thought they were the best dancers she had ever seen. She also said they weren't like other dancers--they were nice and didn't flaunt what they had. She mentioned that she'd like to learn from them because she really liked dancing and was working her way through college. She thanked me again, then got up to leave. I thought about telling her that I was Lace's husband, but thought better of it. I decided to tell Susan and Kristy about it later to see what they thought about helping her out. I felt very gratified knowing that Susan and Kristy were being accepted and respected by their peers. Susan and Kristy were on their last round of table dances for the evening when Susan caught my eye and winked. I smiled, got up, left the club then drove home. About twenty minutes after I arrived, Kristy called saying that they'd be out all night, the men who had propositioned them last night, had propositioned them again. Kristy told me the man and his friend had offered them a large sum of money each for the night. I told Kristy to have a good time and that I'd see both women tomorrow. It was real. My wife and our lover were becoming prostitutes. I was very excited. I masturbated to the tapes of our nights at the beach. I fell asleep with my limp penis in my hand. I awoke at around ten in the morning. I looked around. Susan and Kristy weren't there. I drifted back to sleep. At around one in the afternoon, I was awakened by Susan and Kristy. They were sucking my cock. I came very quickly into Kristy's mouth. She and Susan shared the cum with a kiss. "Thank you for letting us be hookers, Mark." Susan said after she and Kristy broke their kiss. Susan reached into her workout bag then handed me a couple of video tapes saying, "Watch these while Kristy and I shower." The tape started with Susan and Kristy in the bathroom of a hotel room. They each inserted contraceptive sponges into their vaginas. Next, the scene shifted to room. It was a normal hotel room. I had seen too many of these in my travels. One of the men turned on the clock radio. He found a rock n' roll station. Kristy started dancing with Susan as the men watched. Kristy started undressing Susan while she kissed Susan hard on the mouth. I noted the women were wearing what they wore to the grocery store earlier in the day. Soon, Kristy was eating Susan's pussy. "Are you going to join us?" Susan asked the men. Susan put a condom in her mouth, grabbed one of the men by the cock and sucked his cock into her mouth. When the cock came out, the rubber was fully installed. Susan put another rubber into her mouth then did the same thing for the other man. "Where did you learn to do that?" One man asked Susan. "It felt fantastic." "I'm very skilled. It came naturally," Susan said as she took a man's cock into her mouth. The other man went behind Kristy,