This story continues the adventures of Vince and Jenny and their friends, Jerry and Madison. In a previous tale, Vince and Jerry scored playing golf and Jenny and Madison took their success to the next level (“Golfin’,” https://www.literotica.com/s/golfin, 09/09/2021). A subsequent story (“Crusin’,” https://www.literotica.com/s/cruisin-2, 09/24/2021) added some fun during a Caribbean cruise. Reading either story isn’t necessary to understand this story but you might find it entertaining and informative for understanding some of the references.
Anne arrived the following Thursday.
Jenny knew she was coming and she told me to stay home to greet her and make her comfortable. I was understandingly uncomfortable with the possibilities and said so.
“What’s your problem?” asked Jenny. “You know Anne very well and I’m sure you’ll do everything in your power to make her feel wanted.”
“That’s my point. I know Anne very well, intimately well. Don’t you think you should be here instead of me when she arrives or at least together with me?” I asked.
“I’m sure you won’t do anything with Anne you wouldn’t do if I was here,” stated Jenny.
“Exactly. I’m just not comfortable doing it when you’re not here.”
“You had no problem doing it on the ship without me,” countered Jenny.
“That was different. We were on vacation and we had an understanding. Now Anne is moving in with us. She’s not just someone we met, enjoyed and never planned to see again,” I said.
“I understand now too,” said Jenny.
“You do?” I asked.
“I do and I hope you understand as well,” she affirmed.
I gave up. “Okay. I’ll wait for Anne alone,” I told her.
Jenny kissed me and headed for the door. She winked at me as she left. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said.
I probably should provide some context for the previous conversation. Jenny and I own our own business. We’re doing well and the business almost runs itself. We usually go to work together but can take individual days off, or even a long vacation together, without significantly impacting the production and shipping of product.
Jerry works for us. He’s a partner in everything except actual ownership. We play golf every Tuesday and, one Tuesday afternoon, we played with a pair of exciting and loose women. My careless handling of a pair of women’s panties led Jenny to jump to the obvious, and correct, conclusion. Jenny got Madison, Jerry’s wife, involved and they choreographed an evening of fun with our golf partners where Jenny fucked Jerry as a way of leveling the score with me and I got to fuck Madison as Jerry’s penance.
Along the way, Jenny, Madison, Marylyn and Blair, our golf partners, became friends. They collaborated on a twelve-day Caribbean cruise with the four women, Jerry, me and Jacques and Owen, Marylyn and Blair’s husbands. I stumbled into Anne on the cruise and she became a part of the group. Everything was cordial and courteous and sharing was the theme of the cruise for the nine of us.
Anne’s story was troubled and her involvement with us raised her spirits. Jenny felt that we couldn’t abandon Anne after the cruise and convinced me to offer her a place to live while she sorted out her options. Anne arrived the following Thursday.
I was home waiting for her. Jenny had arranged the guest bedroom for Anne and my job was to make her comfortable when she got here.
The doorbell rang.
Anne was at the front door. She had a suitcase in each hand and a large canvas bag over her shoulder. She dropped everything when she saw me and kissed me as if we hadn’t seen each other in months instead of less than a week. I managed to get us and her luggage inside and closed the door before she managed to start a neighborhood rumor.
Inside, Anne hugged me, kissed me again, pressed her breasts against my chest and her mons, in her short skirt, against my thigh. I deduced that she wasn’t wearing a bra or, unless I misunderstood her fervor, panties either.
I showed Anne the rooms and features of the first floor with her bounding behind me like a puppy waiting for a treat. Upstairs, we visited the master bedroom quickly, the office Jenny and I shared and finally, the guest bedroom.
Anne bounced on the bed. “This is fantastic,” she said.
“Look around,” I said. “I’ll get your luggage.”
“Not yet,” said Anne. “I can’t possibly move in here without a proper christening,” she declared.
I knew exactly what she wanted but I decided to play dumb and make her say it. “Proper christening?” I asked.
“You know,” she said. “This room is perfect but I need just one more thing in the bed to make it perfect as well,” she concluded.
“One more thing?” I asked.
“Yeah, you,” Anne said.
“You’ve only been here ten minutes,” I said.
“Too long already,” she emphasized.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Let me guess,” said Anne. “Jenny told you to stay home and make me comfortable. What I need to be comfortable is you, in this bed and inside me.”
Sitting on the side of the bed, smiling innocently with an index finger behind her front teeth, Anne was difficult to ignore.
“She also said she’d understand,” I said.
“Smart woman,” echoed Anne as her index finger curled, beckoning me to come closer.
She slid forward on the bed causing her skirt to slide upward and confirming my original conclusion, no panties. Anne had arrived with intent and preparation. Anne looked down at herself. “How careless of me,” she said with a wide grin.
She reached out and unbuttoned the top of my shorts. She slid down the zipper, pushed my shorts over my hips and they fell on the floor around my ankles. Anne wasn’t the only one prepared.
She reached out and gently held my semi erect penis. “I missed this,” she said as she slid her thumb over my ureteral opening.
A tiny drop of glistening moisture emerged after her thumb passed. Anne leaned forward and removed the emission with her tongue. “As sweet as ever,” she said with a smile.
A couple of strokes with her hand wrapped around my penis completed its transformation into a fully functional erection. Seconds later, Anne was on her knees in front of me filling her mouth with her newly rediscovered play toy. I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked my shorts to the side. We managed to turn around and I fell back on the bed. Anne never lost contact with my erection. I watched, fascinated as she bobbed up and down on my cock with her cheeks collapsing inward with the intensity of her effort. If I hadn’t already drained my reservoir with Jenny earlier, I’d have never lasted as long as I did.
As it was, I didn’t last very long. I climaxed hard into Anne’s mouth. She absorbed the first pulse like an expert, swallowed and managed the remaining pulses without a problem. Swallowing a second time, she said, “I love the way you taste. Do you remember how I taste?”
“How could I forget,” I told her.
“You remember where to taste me?” she asked.
I leaned up on my elbows. “I have a good idea,” I responded.
Anne stood in front of me. “Let me help you remember,” she said as she removed her blouse.
She held her breasts in her hands. “They taste good but I was thinking of something else,” I said.
Anne giggled and removed her skirt. He neatly trimmed pussy was wet with anticipation and little drops of her own glistening moisture. “This better?” she asked.
“Perfect,” I said. I stood next to her, turned her around and sat her on the bed where I had been. She leaned back, put her heels on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I got on my knees between her legs, leaned in and blew gently on her inflated labia.
“Oooh,” she cooed. “Do that again.”
I did and followed up with my tongue collecting the multiple drops of moisture in front of me. “Sweeter than ever,” I said.
Anne pulled her legs higher with both hands and pushed them together over my head. I tongued the tightly closed opening to her rectum, over her perineum and up and down the edges of her labia pressed together between her thighs. I felt her body quiver so I did it again.
“Fuck,” uttered Anne. “That feels so good.”
She pulled her legs up until her knees were on her shoulders and spread her thighs wide with her hands. Her labia separated, revealing her brightly glazed inner labia and the pink opening between them. I used my tongue to probe her vagina as deeply as I could. Her quivering became a shake. I slid up and found her hard button clitoris with my lips and tongue. I sucked her clitoris between my lips with the same concave cheeks I saw on her face earlier.
I took my time. I wanted to prolong how long Anne would feel my effort and give myself time to fully recover. Anne’s clitoris became more pronounced, as did her shaking. Each shake was larger than the last until I was having difficulty keeping my lips in contact with her clitoris.
“Enough,” cried Anne. “I need a break.”
“Not until you cum,” I responded and returned to my duty.
Her orgasm arrived quickly and brought some surprises. Anne squirted copious amounts of liquid over my face, the bed and the floor. She crawled up on the bed and lay with her hands squeezed between her thighs, shaking and quivering uncontrollably. I leaned on the edge of the bed and slowly stroked her calf as she calmed down.
“Fuck,” she repeated. “What happened?”
“I think you had an orgasm,” I stated.
“Never like that before,” Anne insisted.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Come up here so I can see you better,” she said.
I lay alongside her. “What happened to your face?” Anne asked.
“You happened to my face, the bed and everywhere else,” I told her.
She laughed. “Hold still,” she ordered as she used a finger to remove a dollop of viscous liquid from my nose and another from my chin. I took her hand and put her finger in my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the texture and flavor of Anne’s unique fluids.
“You’re really enjoying that, aren’t you?” she asked.
“I am,” I said.
“Come up here. I want to see if you’re ready for something that I really enjoy.”
I was. Anne pulled me on top of her and I slid inside her without a pause. We lay still together for several moments and then began a mutual rhythm. “Keep it slow for a while,” she said. “I want to enjoy the feel of you inside me.”
We moved together, slowly. I could feel Anne exercising her vaginal muscles, squeezing and releasing my cock inside her. I twerked my kegel muscles when she relaxed her muscles. Back and forth, squeezing and twerking, we fucked our way toward mutual orgasms. I could sense Anne’s increasing sensitivity and my increasing size, both leading to the desired finishes. I was almost there. “Anne,” I said.
“I know. Stay inside me. Stay inside me,” she begged.
Ten seconds later, she squeezed my erection and didn’t relax. The tension built and then exploded. Volumes of thick female syrup forced past my erection as Anne suddenly grabbed my ass in a strangle hold, clenched her teeth, stiffened her spine and screamed her orgasm. The sudden loss of pressure set me off and I came volumes of my own deep inside her.
I rolled off her and lay on the bed beside her. Anne rolled onto me and kissed me fiercely. I could feel the effluent from her pussy sliding over my hips onto the bed. “Thank you. Thank you. That was the best ever. I never had such a powerful orgasm, twice. Thank you.”
“Anne,” I said as I kissed her back, “I’ve never seen so much cum before. We’re both going to need a shower.”
“Can we shower together?” she asked. “The showers on the cruise were too small for even one of us.”
“I don’t see why not,” I agreed. “Stay here a minute while I get something to clean you up a little so we don’t track the evidence of our debauchery down the hall.”
I found a towel in the small bathroom off the guest room, dampened the towel and wiped myself off. I rinsed out the towel, wrung it out and took it back to Anne in the bedroom. Anne looked at me with the towel, spread her legs and said, “You do it.”
There was something erotic cleaning the product of our fucking off Anne’s pussy, thighs and, after turning her over, the crack of her ass. Anne got out of the bed. I turned the towel over, cleaned up the bed and rug as best I could and then led Anne past the small hall bathroom to the larger shower in the bathroom off the master bedroom. The sticky towel went into the clothesbasket to be washed.
I turned on the shower, let the water warm and we both got in. We turned around several times, enjoying the warmth and feel of the shower. Our bodies collided several times in the process and eventually I stopped and waited for her breasts to come around as she turned. I stopped her and sucked on her nipples under the stream of water. She knelt and sucked on my penis in a very much appreciated quid pro quo. One thing led to another. Kisses, sucking and more kisses followed by my fucking her from behind as she bent against the wall of the shower.
Somehow, we managed to clean each other, rinse off and exit the shower. We dried each other and left the bathroom, headed back to the guest bedroom and our clothing.
Downstairs, I noticed her luggage still on the floor next to the door. I picked up her canvas bag and started to hand it to her. “You take this upstairs and I’ll bring the other two bags,” I said.
I glanced into the bag and noticed a pair of red bikini panties resting on top of the other contents. I picked them up. “These yours?” I asked.
“Yep, their mine,” Anne admitted.
“How did they get there?” I asked.
“I took them off before I rang the doorbell,” she told me.
“While you were on the steps?” I asked.
“Yeah. I wanted to surprise you,” she answered.
“I hope she didn’t surprise the neighbors,” I thought. “You’re bad,” I said.
“And happy about it,” Anne said.
Anne and I were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, with large lime margaritas, when Jenny got home. I was glad I had convinced Anne to put her panties back on since she was sitting with her legs under her and her panties were on display.
“Hi,” said Jenny as she came through the door. “Nice to see you,” she added focusing on the red panty display.
Anne leapt off the sofa, ran across the room, hugged and kissed Jenny, square on the lips. “I’m really glad you asked me to stay with you. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
“I’ll think of something,” said Jenny. “You smell nice. Did you have a shower?” she asked.
“We both did,” said Anne.
Jenny looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders in a “what can you do” manner. “I love you,” I mouthed the words. Jenny walked over to me, leaned in and kissed me. “You smell the same,” she whispered.
“It was your idea,” I commented.
She smiled, looked at me and said, “And it appears it was a good one.” Jenny looked at the drink in my hand. “Have one of those for me?” she asked.
“I do. Let me get it,” I answered.
“Stay right there. I’ll get it,” she replied and headed for the kitchen.
Anne sat back on the sofa. Jenny returned with another margarita and sat on the sofa between us. She took a huge gulp of the light green liquid and put her glass on the table in front of us. She leaned back and put her hands on each of our thighs, Anne’s naked under her short skirt already pushed almost up to her waist and mine, naked under my shorts. “So, Anne,” Jenny opened. “When did you get here?”
Anne took a quick look at her watch. “Just after noon,” she said.
“Wow. Almost six hours ago,” commented Jenny. “I hope Vince kept you entertained.”
“He’s very entertaining,” Anne said.
“We got Anne settled in the guest bedroom and we’ve been waiting for you,” I added.
“Good. I hope you’re comfortable up there,” asked Jenny.
“Incredibly comfortable,” said Anne.
Jenny gave me that “I bet you helped” look. I gave her the “what can you do” silent shrug again.
“I think we should go out to dinner to celebrate Anne’s arrival. What do you say?” Anne asked.
“Good idea,” I said. Anne just smiled and nodded.
Jenny looked at Anne. “We should change for dinner. Maybe slacks or a longer skirt,” she suggested. “And a bra,” she added.
Twenty minutes later, we were ready for dinner. I changed into Dockers and a golf shirt. Anne managed a conservative skirt and a blouse that buttoned up to her neck and a bra. When Anne headed downstairs, Jenny took a quick look into her room. We met at the top of the stairs. “Thank you for not using our bedroom,” Jenny whispered to me. “But you could have at least turned down the bed covers,” she added with a smile.
Jenny drove and insisted that Anne and I sit in the back. Her intent was obvious so I nuzzled Anne, kissed her several times and palmed her breasts on the way to the restaurant.
Dinner was outstanding. Sitting between two sexy women, consuming all you can eat crab legs was my idea of a perfect dinner and a prelude to a perfect evening to come.
On the way home, I drove and insisted that Anne and Jenny sit in the back. Consistent with the earlier program, the women nuzzled, kissed and palmed each other’s breasts. I think I spent more time looking in the rear-view mirror than on the road. Fortunately, the traffic was light and I made all the stoplights on the ride home.
At home, we were all ready to let loose. Jenny put on some upbeat music and I made more drinks. Two margaritas each later, Jenny was stretched over my lap with her head on a throw pillow, her skirt up over her waist and Anne was dancing, with her eyes closed in the middle of the living room. Anne ran her hands over her body and I did the same with Jenny’s body. Anne’s hand moved under her blouse and palmed her breasts and my palm found Jenny’s breasts. Anne’s other hand slid up under her skirt and pressed into her damp panties. My free hand was in a similar position under Jenny’s skirt.
As we watched Anne dance, Jenny wiggled her ass on my lap, put her hand under her skirt and moved her panties aside. Wanting to please her, my fingers slid between her labia and disappeared.
Anne became one with the music, her clothes loosened on her body and slowly landed in random places on the living room floor. Naked, Anne became a wanton sexual object. It was impossible to ignore her many obscene movements and gestures. Jenny’s body reacted in kind. My fingers inside her vagina alerted me. My erection alerted her to my readiness to rumble.
Anne continued to dance with her eyes closed. Jenny moved from the sofa, insistent on losing her clothing and almost tearing off mine. When Anne slowed for a moment and opened her eyes, Jenny was impaled on my erection as I sat on the sofa and moving in time with the music. Anne walked over behind Jenny, put her arms around her and hefted her breasts in both hands while kissing her neck.
Jenny had an instant orgasm, jumped off my lap and kissed Anne before I had a chance to enjoy my orgasm.
The party moved to the master bedroom where things got serious before I fell asleep, drained. When I woke in the morning, I had to pee. I somehow managed to extricate myself from the tits and pussies confining my body and the dried secretions flaked from my body as I made my way to the bathroom.
Done pissing, the shower looked too good to pass up. The hot water felt incredible. I was leaning against the shower wall, letting the water wash over my body when Jenny came into the bathroom and peed. She got into the shower with me. I kissed her good morning. “Just a shower for now,” she stated.
We cleaned up, rinsed off, exited the shower and dried off. Back in the bedroom, Anne was still spread out on her stomach on the bed. Her ass cheeks moved invitingly as she breathed. “Down boy,” whispered Jenny. “Find a robe and meet me in the kitchen.”
In the kitchen, Jenny made the coffee while I toasted bagels and spread them liberally with cream cheese. We were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping hot caffeinated liquid and noshing on the bagels when Anne wandered into the room. She was wearing what looked suspiciously like one of my t-shirts. It was long but if she raised her arms higher than her shoulders, her pussy peaked from under the hem.
“That looks wonderful,” Anne said looking at the bagels.
“Shower first,” said Jenny.
“Please, just one bite,” pleaded Anne.
“Okay. One bite then off to the shower,” conceded Jenny.
Anne took my bagel and took a huge bite. “Oooh, wonderful,” she mumbled with her mouth full. She turned and left the kitchen, the bottom third of her cheeks flashing below my t-shirt as she walked.
We managed to have breakfast, clean up and get dressed. Jenny called the office and told them we were taking the day off. She wanted to take Anne shopping and pickup some groceries for the weekend. Before they could leave, the phone rang. Madison was on the phone. She wanted to know if Anne had arrived. I assured her she had and everything was moving along fine before I gave the phone to Jenny.
Jenny and Madison talked for a while. When Jenny hung up, she told me we were all invited to Jerry and Madison’s for bar-b-que Saturday night. Jenny kissed me good-bye and headed for the door to go shopping. Anne kissed me too, added some tongue and said “Later.”
The women went shopping and I went to work anyway.
We had dinner together and settled down to watch a movie afterward. Anne detoured on the way to the living room and returned wearing just my t-shirt. Jenny took one look and laughed. “Is it going to be this way every night?” she asked Anne.
“Is this a problem?” asked Anne, lifting the bottom of the shirt as an example.
“Not this weekend,” answered Jenny. “The rules are suspended but we have to talk about lifestyle after that.”
Jenny got up off the sofa. “Don’t start the movie without me,” she said as she headed for the stairs.
Jenny returned a few minutes later. She was wearing another of my t-shirts. I turned down the lights, settled on the sofa between the women and started the movie. It was a title I didn’t recognize. Jenny and Anne had brought it home from their shopping trip and Jenny had loaded it in the DVD player without showing it to me.
The movie started and, within seconds, I knew it wasn’t a G-rated movie. “Where did you get this?” I asked.
“At the Lion’s Den near the highway,” Jenny told me.
“That adult’s fantasy store?” I asked.
“You know about it?” Jenny asked.
“I’ve never been there. What’s it like inside?” I asked.
“Later. I’ll tell you later. Meanwhile, watch the movie. The girl who rented it to me said it was one of her favorites.”
The movie could have become one of my favorites. What wasn’t there to like sitting on the sofa with my arms around two mostly naked women watching a themeless collection of scenes with two top heavy naked women and various other characters, mostly impossibly large men and mostly nude. The movie helped create an atmosphere in the room that we probably didn’t need any help to create. An atmosphere with an identifiable aroma. It also demonstrated several activities that caused all three of us to cringe.
Jenny was the first to recognize the discomfort my jeans were causing. She put her hand on my crotch and asked, “Did the movie do that to you?”
“No,” I said and squeezed her breast.
“Right answer,” she said.
“Help me with this,” Jenny said to Anne.
Together they managed to remove my jeans, my shirt and my boxer shorts. When I opened my eyes, I saw four women orally pleasing three erections. Two women sharing my erection and two more on the television sucking on outlandish erections larger than the women’s breasts.
Anne kissed me and sat back on the sofa. Jenny kissed me, stripped off the t-shirt, straddled me and surrounded my erection with her equally excited pussy. Anne stripped of my other t-shirt, cuddled up and fondled Jenny’s breasts and my testicles.
Jenny had a small orgasm and Anne took her place with a similar result. Jenny stood up and took my hand. “Let’s move this orgy to the bedroom,” she suggested. “Turn off the movie. We don’t need the instruction.”
Saturday morning was a repeat of Friday morning. I had more difficulty extricating myself from the tangle on the bed. Anne had a death grip on my testicles and I had to carefully unwrap each of her fingers before I could leave. I peed and took a shower, unfortunately alone. I pulled on a pair of shorts and headed for the kitchen. I grabbed a t-shirt from the living room floor and put it on. I made the coffee and checked the egg and bread supply, planning to make French toast when the women surfaced.
One after the other, Anne and then Jenny entered the kitchen. Anne was wearing a wrinkled t-shirt with wet hair from the shower. Jenny stuck her wet head into the kitchen. “Has anyone seen my t-shirt?” she asked. Anne laughed and pointed at me. I pulled off the t-shirt and tossed it to Jenny. She stood in the doorway, put the t-shirt on, and pulled it down. I felt a sense of temporary sadness as her body disappeared beneath the cotton material.
I made breakfast and we sat around the table making plans for the day. Jenny reminded us that we were due at Jerry and Madison’s in the late afternoon for dinner on their patio. When Anne leaned over to kiss me, Jenny reminded her that we should save ourselves for the evening ahead.
We spent the day with household chores. Laundry, dusting, vacuuming and putting things where they belonged. The women worked all day in just the t-shirts. I put on another t-shirt and did my best to help while constantly adjusting my on again, off again erection. Jenny finally told me to go and clean the bathrooms so I wouldn’t be in the same room as the tits and pussies.
We headed for dinner just after five pm. We dressed casually. I wore a collared golf shirt, shorts and moccasins. Jenny was attired in a sundress and flip-flops. Anne wore a tube top, matching short shorts and her own flip-flops.
Madison greeted us at the door, barefoot and wearing a smock. I couldn’t tell if she wore anything under it. Jerry was just inside the door, in shorts and a t-shirt, also barefoot. Jerry had a pitcher of yellowish adult liquid waiting for us. He poured large glasses of the ice-cold beverage and we sat around a large table on their deck behind the house, catching up and wasting time with small talk. Jerry was up and down from the table, attending to dinner cooking on the nearby grill.
Dinner was backyard masterpiece. Jerry is a master of cooking ribs on the grill and Madison added salad, baked beans and cole slaw. It all went well together, enhanced by the endless glasses of adult citrus beverage. Dinner ended. Jerry and I were chased into the living room while the three women tended to the leftovers and dirty dishes.
Settled in two chairs in the living room, I asked the obvious question. “Say Jerry, what’s the agenda for tonight?”
“Damned if I know,” said Jerry. “Madison has been tight lipped about her plans for tonight. I do know two things though. She’s been talking to Jenny all week and she wants to spend some time alone with you.”
“Alone with me?” I asked. “That sounds intimate.”
“It is. Madison has been very clear about it,” said Jerry.
“How about you? Do you have a problem with it?” I asked.
“Not after the cruise. After all, if you’re with Madison, I’m with Jenny. Seems like an equal trade to me. Actually, I might have the better deal,” admitted Jerry.
“And Anne?” I asked.
“Anne? I thought she was staying with you,” Jerry said.
“Anne might have a bedroom at our place but she’s an independent contractor. If Madison wants to be alone with me, I think that leaves both Jenny and Anne with you,” I clarified.
“Sounds like suicide but I’m willing to take the risk,” stated Jerry.
“Deal, then?”
“Deal. I wonder what’s taking the girls so long?” asked Jerry.
“We’re right here,” said Madison from the doorway.
“How long have you been standing there?” asked Jerry.
“Long enough,” answered Madison. “Did you just bargain me away?”
“I thought it was what you wanted,” said a chastised Jerry.
“It was and it still is. I just expected it to happen differently. More subtly,” Madison told him. “Jenny, Anne and I just spent ten minutes working on a plan to arrive at the same deal. Should we scrap that plan or are you interested in how we planned to convince you and Vince?” asked Madison.
Jerry looked at me and I nodded. “I think I like your plan,” said Jerry.
“Without even knowing what it is and you already know the result?” Madison asked.
“Surprise us,” Jerry told her.
“Ladies,” Madison said over her shoulder. “Should we surprise them anyway?”
Jenny and Anne moved past Madison to the center of the room. Madison turned on the stereo and the room filled with upbeat music. She turned down the lights and joined the other two in the center of the room. She instructed Jerry and me to move to the sofa, one on each end with space in the middle.
The women formed a circle and began to dance with each other. The dancing led to nuzzling and kissing. The nuzzling and kissing led to palming and fondling. The palming and fondling led to undressing each other.
Jerry and I watched while Jenny and Madison undressed Anne. When she was naked, Anne danced over to us in front of the sofa, shook her breasts and hips and sat between us. She took our hands and placed them on her breasts and sat back to watch Jenny and Madison.
Madison undressed Jenny. Jenny replaced Anne on the sofa. Anne then undressed Madison. Madison sat on my lap, Jenny moved to Jerry’s lap and Anne resumed her seat between us. Considerable nuzzling and kissing ensued between the couples while Anne pushed her hands under the women and squeezed our ever-hardening erections.
“I think Madison should go with Vince,” suggested Jenny.
Without comment or objection, Madison stood up and offered her hand to me. I took her hand and stood up alongside her. “Do you have your keys?” asked Madison.
“I do,” I answered patting my pocket.
“Then come with me,” she ordered.
“What about Anne?” I asked.
“I think she’s okay with Jerry and Jenny,” Madison told me.
Madison led me to the front door. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“To your house,” Madison said.
“You aren’t wearing clothes,” I stated the obvious.
“I won’t need them,” Madison answered.
“Even in the car?” I asked.
“Nobody will see me,” Madison stated.
“How…?” Madison interrupted me and said, “Just get in the car and I’ll show you.”
Madison and I walked to my car in the driveway. She was very sure of herself and didn’t hurry. Darkness was her friend. I unlocked the car, opened the passenger door and helped her sit inside before closing the door. Madison waited patiently while I walked around the car and sat in the driver’s seat.
I started the car. “Move the seat back a little,” she said. “Far enough so that you can still drive,” she added.
When I was set, I began to back out of the driveway. Madison reached over, unzipped my shorts, freed my semi-erect penis from my boxer shorts and stretched it out of my pants. She leaned over and surrounded my cock with her mouth. She was so low that someone would have had to be right next to the car to see her.
I tried to focus on driving while Madison was driving me crazy. She was very good with her mouth and I was afraid to split my focus to combat where she was taking me. It was a twenty-minute drive to my house and I had doubts I would get there without filling her mouth with semen. I almost made it. At the last stop sign before turning into my street, I tensed and came in her mouth. It was a longer than usual stop while I pulsed, and Madison sucked and swallowed. I managed to drive the rest of the way while Madison cleaned up with her tongue as best she could. She sat up as I pulled into the driveway.
I started to put my softening penis back in my pants before exiting the car. “Don’t,” ordered Madison.
We walked calmly from the car to the front door, my cock hanging from the fly of my trousers and Madison naked. Darkness continued to be our friend. Inside, Madison closed the door, threw her arms around my neck, kissed me and pushed her tongue with a considerable residue of our adventure in the car, into my mouth.
“I can’t wait to get this week started,” she said.
“Week?” I asked.
“I guess Jenny didn’t tell you,” Madison explained. “She’s going to pick me up Saturday afternoon.”
“Saturday afternoon?” I asked.
“Yep. A whole naked week together,” said Madison.
“And Jenny and Anne?” I asked.
“I expect they’ll spend a naked week with Jerry,” Madison surmised.
“Poor Jerry,” I stated.
“Happy us,” stated Madison.
Madison and I went back to kissing. “You’ve got to get those clothes off,” Madison declared.
I led her upstairs to the bedroom where I disrobed and put my clothes in the hamper. “I won’t be needing them for a while,” I thought.
Madison pulled down the bed covers and crawled up on the bed. I crawled up beside her and she curled up in my arms. I smelled her hair, kissed the top of her head and held a breast in one hand. “There’s no hurry,” she said. “We have all week.”
We settled into each other’s arms. Madison twisted around so she could kiss me. My hand slid from her breast and rested on the top of the crease between her labia. My fingers explored and found her clitoris, hiding peacefully under its sheath of skin. I let my finger rest there while I continued to kiss and hold her tightly in my arms.
“That’s really nice,” cooed Madison. “Don’t move. Just let me enjoy your touch.”
I could feel the warmth building between her legs and I kept my fingers still, not wanting to spoil what Madison was feeling. Her kisses became longer and more passionate. Her hips moved subtly and I moved my fingers in a small circle on the tip of clitoris.
Madison’s eyes closed, her mouth opened and her tongue began to explore my mouth. I moved my fingers in another small circle. Her clitoris enlarged beneath my fingers and emerged from its home at the top of her crease. I pressed her clitoris between my fingers and her body. Madison melted into my arms and her kisses intensified. We were breathing each other’s air, with our mouths open and our teeth almost touching.
Very slowly, I moved my fingers in a continuous circle on her clitoris and increased the pressure. Madison curled up tighter against me. Her kisses became erratic and alternated between trying to push her tongue into my mouth searching for my tonsils and pushing her breast into my mouth so I could suck her nipple. Her thighs tightened against my fingers and she pushed herself against me even tighter. It was almost as if she was trying to get inside me, make us share a body, become two souls in a single body.
Her movements became unpredictable. I held her close and sucked on her nipple. I pressed my fingers hard against her clitoris, she buried her head against my neck, her body tensed and then became rigid as she shook uncontrollably against me.
And then, suddenly, Madison fell against me, still and limp. There was a considerable amount of warm liquid on my stomach and thigh. I laid her on the bed and checked her breathing and heartbeat. She lay on the bed in a fetal position with her hands squeezed between her thighs. I lay behind her, gently stroking her hair and shoulder while she rested.
Slowly, her body uncurled and her eyes opened. She turned on the bed until she faced me. “There you are,” she whispered. There were tears in her eyes and streaks on her cheeks. “What happened?”
“You’ll have to tell me,” I said in return. “You were lying in my arms and then, suddenly, you became wild. Almost uncontrollable, kissing me and pushing your breasts into my mouth.”
Madison’s eyes opened wide at my description. “I don’t know. I don’t remember that. I was curled up in your arms, warmly floating somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Then you touched me, there,” she said, pointing to her clitoris.
“My world became a cascade of colors. I never felt such joy or peace. Nothing could touch me or hurt me. Then suddenly, an explosion of bright light, brighter than the sun, and then darkness. I don’t remember anything until I felt you running your fingers through my hair and stroking my shoulder. For a moment, nothing was more important than knowing you were beside me.”
“Sounds like an orgasm to me,” I said.
“Yes and no,” said Madison after considering my statement. “Yes, to an orgasm, no to something more. More than an orgasm. I’ve had many orgasms and that was something else. I don’t know what to call it. I do know that I’ve never been there before and I couldn’t get there without you. I felt, and I still feel, that I’m safe in your arms. Safe to lose everything. Safe to unlock all my secrets. Safe to open my soul, knowing that you’ll protect me from everything, even myself.”
“I’m honored,” I said softly.
“You should be. There’s nobody else I’ve ever felt that way with. Vince,” she continued, “you know that I don’t love you. Not like I love Jerry. I want to live with Jerry. I want to have sex with Jerry. I want to grow old with Jerry, care for him and have him care for me. You’re different. You touch my soul in a different way. I trust you.”
Madison thought for a moment. “That’s it. I trust you,” she said. “That’s what allowed me to go beyond an orgasm. I had a trust-gasm, if that’s even a word. I don’t know what else to call it. Maybe a trugasm, nothing ‘or’ about it. A true orgasm.”
Madison and I lay on the bed together for a long time, thinking about what she described. We touched and kissed frequently. Eventually, we had sex, an hour’s long marathon with many orgasms, laughter and tears. It was different than any other time we had sex. We agreed that sex between us would never be the same again. We agreed that the thought of having a whole week together had something to do with it. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke early Sunday morning.
We reinforced our memories of sex the night before and got out of bed late. I brushed my teeth in the bathroom. Madison entered just as I finished. She casually picked up my toothbrush and brushed her own teeth. Dumbfounded, I watched as she rinsed her mouth. When she was done, she looked at me. “What? You have a problem with me using your toothbrush?” she asked.
“It is unusual,” I said.
“I didn’t bring mine and, after all the bodily fluids we’ve exchanged, I figured it wasn’t a big deal,” she explained.
“It isn’t,” I confirmed. “Actually, it demonstrates the nature of our relationship,” I concluded.
“I’m hoping for a lot more demonstrations this week,” predicted Madison.
Madison insisted on making breakfast. “I’m doing all the cooking this week,” she declared. “Your job is to save your energy for the times between meals.”
She opened the refrigerator. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “There’s enough food in her for an entire week.”
“Jenny went shopping Saturday,” I told her.
“I did to. I planned for Jenny and Jerry all week. I hope there’s enough for Anne as well.”
Breakfast by Madison was a professional exercise. I made the coffee and watched Madison. Whenever she caught me looking, she wiggled her ass in my direction or shook her breasts. Madison cooked and she served everything hot with cold orange juice. The eggs were perfect, the home fries with peppers and onions better and the bacon crisp. I looked forward to breakfast every day this week.
I helped Madison clean up and put the dishes in the dish washer. When we finished, we curled up on the sofa to watch the early NFL game. By then, the absence of clothing seemed normal. I couldn’t remember what it was like to curl up and watch the game with clothes on.
We sat quietly, watching the game. I kissed her frequently and fondled a breast occasionally. Madison nuzzled my neck and stroked my cock absent mindedly. During halftime, Madison pleasured me with one of her special blowjobs. I returned the favor while we waited after the game for the next game to start.
Later, Madison made a couple of excellent chicken salad sandwiches with cranberries on sourdough bread for lunch and we shared a beer.
We spent the entire day just being with each other and watching football. It was sensual. It was erotic. We touched often. We kissed more often, but we didn’t fuck. It was one of the most beautiful Sunday’s I could remember.
Dinner was a chicken dish with a pungent sauce over rice with broccoli and a salad. After dinner, we settled in the living room again to watch a movie. Madison took the control and started the movie. I had forgotten about the movie Jenny, Anne and I had left in the DVD player. Madison watched it for about two minutes before commenting, “Do you and Jenny watch this stuff often?”
“No. That was a first. Jenny and Anne picked it up when they went shopping.”
“Jenny picked it up. I’d never have guessed. Why?” Madison asked.
“I guess they thought it would set a mood,” I said.
“Did it work for them?” Madison asked.
“It did,” I told her.
“It’s working for me too,” she said. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She was hot and wet.
That was all it took for me to join the parade. In seconds, I was stiff. I wasn’t as large as the actors in the movie but, if you were measuring stiffness, I was the Grand Marshal.
Madison wasted no time climbing onto my lap and impaling herself on my erection. She bounced on me, laughing and having a grand time. “This is fun,” she commented.
She was right. It was fun. Until now, having sex with Madison always had a serious tinge to it. I was always concerned about ensuring her pleasure, leading her to an orgasm and not climaxing prematurely. This was different. It was sex for just the fun of sex. Who came or who didn’t come wasn’t a concern. Whether I lasted two minutes or ten minutes never occurred to me. We fucked and laughed. Madison kissed me and pushed her tits into my mouth. I squeezed her ass and rubbed her clitoris.
At one point, Madison asked, “What are they doing now?”
I looked over her shoulder at the television. “She’s fucking two guys at the same time,” I told her.
“Well, that’s not going to happen this week,” she stated. “But that gives me an idea.”
Madison rose up, took my erection in one hand and slowly moved back down until the head of my cock pushed against her anal sphincter.
“You’re serious?” I questioned.
“Is there a problem?” she asked. “You’ve never done this?”
‘Not with you,” I stated.
“I’d remember if you had. It’s past time to fix that.”
Madison slowly pushed down on my erection. “Don’t try to help. Let me do it,” she said.
She paused, reinserted herself on my erection to increase the lubrication and returned to pushing against her ass. This time, I felt her muscle relax and the head of my erection slipped inside her ass. She paused again. “Give me a minute. I need to get used to this.”
Eventually, she began to move slowly up and down on my erection, each time going down a little further until her cheeks rested on my pubic hair. “How does that feel?” she asked.
“Different,” I said.
“Me too. Do you think we could have orgasms like this?” she asked.
“Probably,” I said. “But I don’t know how it would feel.”
“You want to give it a try?” she asked.
“You’re in charge. Give it a go. I’ll adapt as necessary,” I agreed.
Madison began pumping herself on my erection. She increased the pace and I joined her rhythm. She stopped and said, “I want to try a different position.”
Madison rose off my erection with an audible “pop.” She got on her knees of the carpet and rested her body on the sofa cushions. “Get behind me,” she said.
I got on my knees behind her and slipped my erection into her pussy.
“Not there,” she said.
“Just refreshing the lubrication,” I told her and refocused my effort on her ass.
I reentered her and slid easily inside her intestines. I energetically fucked her ass.
“Yes,” she said. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop and several minutes later I was approaching an orgasm. “Madison,” I said.
“I feel it. Don’t hold back. I want to know how it feels,” she ordered.
I came in Madison’s intestines. Her orgasm quickly followed. Afterward, I sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa holding Madison in my lap. “You okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” she said. “How about you?”
“I’m good.”
“Vince, that was unusual. When you came, I felt the heat all the way up behind my tits. Is that possible?”
“I’m not an expert on female anatomy, but I guess it is since you felt it,” I told her.
“It was fun and I had an orgasm but I missed something,” Madison said.
“I know what you mean. I missed the feel of your vagina squeezing me. I almost missed your orgasm. You felt empty somehow.”
“That was fortunate,” laughed Madison. “But you’re right. I knew you were inside me but I couldn’t feel you like I can when we fuck in the usual way.”
“Would you do it again?” I asked.
“Yes. I think I might but not often. I do wonder what it would feel like with another cock in my pussy at the same time,” Madison fantasized.
“We could probably arrange that,” I theorized.
“We could but don’t you try to make it happen. I’ll set it up when I’m ready,” cautioned Madison.
“Madison,” I ventured. “Was that the first time you ever did that?”
“You too?” she asked.
We laughed together. “I guess we both own each other’s anal virginity,” said Madison.
“That’s not something we need to advertise,” I said.
We went to bed late. I took the disk out of the player, found the jewel box and put the disk inside. Someone needed to return the disk to the adult store. Neither Madison nor I were planning to leave the house all week. I guess Jenny was going to pay a late return fee.
I turned off the lights and Madison and I went upstairs holding hands. Madison’s steps seemed different, like she was walking more carefully. Halfway up the stairs, I stopped and asked her, “Are you alright?”
“I am,” she replied. “Just a little sore where I shouldn’t be.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“What for? It was my idea. I don’t think it will be a problem the next time,” she said.
“Next time?” I thought and we headed for the bedroom. Madison stopped in the bathroom and I waited for her in the bedroom. I used the bathroom when she was finished. Madison was in the bed when I returned. “You didn’t have to wait in the bedroom while I peed,” she said.
“I know that. I needed to do more than pee,” I informed her.
“Is that much different?” she asked.
“It’s not pretty,” I said.
Madison thought for a moment. “Okay,” she said. “Exception for taking a dump.”
I laughed. Madison patted the bed next to her. I climbed into the bed and we wrapped our bodies around each other, kissed and lay back to sleep.
Sleep was postponed. Madison wanted to fall asleep with me inside her. She wondered if that was possible and if she would wake up in the morning with me still inside her. Preparation took several minutes and we discussed possible positions. We ruled out positions with either one of us on top. We considered spooning, tried it and realized that small movements in our sleep could cause my relaxed cock to slip from her.
We settled on an unusual position. I lay at a right angle to her body and entered her on her back. She put her legs over my hips, a position that we thought would help keep us close all night.
We settled in for the night. I had an erection and I was inside Madison. I couldn’t help moving to enhance the feeling. “Don’t cum,” cautioned Madison. “Just lie still and go to sleep.”
We fell asleep locked together.
I woke early Monday morning. Everything was as we planned. I was still inside Madison although I no longer had an erection. I moved very carefully. I wanted to stimulate my penis without falling out of her. One tiny movement after another soon accomplished the result I wanted and I was able to take longer strokes inside her.
My activity woke up Madison. “Oooh, that’s a wonderful way to wake up,” she cooed.
“It’s also a wonderful way to fall asleep,” I told her.
“Really? All night? It worked?” she questioned.
“It did,” I confirmed.
“Oooh, that makes it even better,” Madison exclaimed and she began to match my movements with movements of her own.
This time I did cum.
“That feels nice but I’m not there yet,” she said.
“Sorry. How about I solve that problem after breakfast.”
“Okay,” agreed Madison. “What’s for breakfast?”
“How would I know,” I said. “You’re the cook.”
I let Madison head for the bathroom first. We shared the bathroom and the toothbrush and headed for the kitchen. I noticed that Madison was walking more normally as I feasted on the exaggerated wiggle of her ass as I followed her down the stairs.
After breakfast, Madison ushered me back upstairs and into the bedroom. “I’m holding you to your promise,” she told me.
We settled on the bed, Madison on her back with her legs spread and my face between her thighs. I spent the next twenty minutes using my tongue and lips repeatedly bringing her to the brink or orgasm and easing up to let her recover. When I finally didn’t let up, an out-of-control Madison erupted and needed several minutes to calm down.
“You bastard,” she exclaimed.
“Sounds like you weren’t impressed,” I offered.
“No. No. It was wonderful. It’s just that you took me so close so many times that I was ready to scream.”
“You did scream,” I said. “I heard it.”
“I did, didn’t I?” she stated. “But it was from release, not frustration.”
“So, can I do it again?” I asked.
“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” said Madison.
“Frustration and all?” I asked.
“Frustration and all,” she confirmed. “I made the ending better,” she admitted.
“We have a lot of things we need to repeat this week,” I commented.
“We do,” she agreed. “When do we start?”
After lunch, I settled on the sofa and put a news station on the television thinking I’d catch up on world events since the weekend. Madison followed me into the living room, curled up in my lap, took the remote and turned off the television. “We don’t need to know what’s happening anywhere but right here, right now,” she told me.
Madison kissed my neck and curled in a tight ball in my lap. She put my hand on her breast and kissed me gently with a new meaning. “Can we do that thing we did Saturday again?” she asked.
“You mean a ‘trugasm’?” I asked.
“That’s it. I forgot what we called it. We have lots of things to repeat and I want to start there,” she added.
“An excellent place to start,” I told her.
I moved one hand to stroke the back of her neck and let my hand on her breast slip down her body to rest on her pubis. Madison brought her legs up with bent knees and separated them slightly to encourage me. I kissed her. She kissed me back with an open mouth. Our tongues found each other and my fingers found her clitoris. Her clitoris was already out of it hiding place and easy to manipulate with my fingers.
I rubbed very gently and very slowly. We kissed with increasing passion. Madison’s body reacted to each kiss and stroke. Her reactions mirrored her responses of two days earlier. When her climax arrived, I was unable to separate it from the same moment Saturday night, with one exception, this time she didn’t pass out.
Madison quivered in my arms for quite a while before she settled down and appeared to nap. When her eyes opened, I asked, “Are you alright?”
“I’m wonderful,” she said but her eyes didn’t match her words.
“But…,” I said.
“It wasn’t the same as the last time,” she confessed. “Don’t get me wrong. It was wonderful. One of my best orgasms ever, but it didn’t quite reach the next level. The level from Saturday night. I wonder why.”
“Maybe you can’t force it,” I ventured.
“Can’t force it? What does that mean?” Madison asked.
“You can’t plan it. You can’t make it happen,” I suggested. “Maybe it’s organic, comes from the depths of who you are when you are relaxed, in the proper mood and not expecting it, like Saturday night,” I offered.
“Does that mean it might not happen again?” Madison asked.
“Possibly. I heard a story years ago about a woman who had a ‘mind blowing orgasmic experience’ and spent the rest of her life trying to reproduce it,” I told her.
“You hope you’re not right,” Madison concluded sadly. “But,” she continued with a smile, “that was incredible. I’d do it again in a heartbeat or later this week,” she said.
“That’s my girl,” I said.
“Your girl?” she questioned. “Did you forget I’m married to Jerry?”
“It’s a figure of speech and, if you recall, you’ve already shared that you want to be with both of us but for different reasons,” I said.
“True, but girl, not woman?” she persisted.
“A woman is mature. She thinks about what she does. She considers the pro and cons of her plans and acts accordingly. I think I prefer the wild abandon of a girl when it comes to us,” I explained.
Madison threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I love the way you think,” she said.
We established a pattern for the rest of the week. Sex before breakfast to get the day started on the right foot. Frequent touching and sex occasionally the rest of the day, mostly for the fun of it or just for us to feel me inside her. Orgasms were rare during the day but at night, after dinner, orgasms became the focus. We repeated everything we had done before and invented some new ones. We did spend some time performing necessary chores, like washing the sheets and making the bed.
Wednesday evening, we tried anal again after Madison spent twenty minutes in the bathroom with a tube of Vaseline. It was much easier and orgasmic but we agreed it wasn’t a replacement for actual fucking.
We also ate, wonderful dinners made by Madison, drank, concoctions made by me, watched movies, except the one brought home by Jenny, and danced, naked in the dark.
Friday evening, Madison was lying on her back with her hips in my lap and her legs over the side of the sofa. She had her eyes closed and her body slack with relaxation. I was idly running the fingers of my right hand around the nipple of her left breast and the fingers of my left hand through her pubic hair.
“God,” whispered Madison. “This is the life.”
“It is, isn’t it,” I echoed.
I put my head back on the sofa, closed my eyes and absorbed Madison’s energy and the different textures of the skin of her breast and nipple and her coarse, curly pubic hair. “This really is the life,” I thought.
The mood drifted and landed near where we had been Saturday night. Soon, Madison was kissing me with thoughtless abandon, opened mouth and exploring with her tongue, her breasts seeking my lips and pushing them into my mouth. She quivered, shook and writhed like an EF-5 tornado.
She was thrashing around so violently that I rushed to get in front of her and hold her so she didn’t fall off the sofa and onto the floor.
“FUCK!” she suddenly screamed and I was holding a very limp and comatose Madison in my arms. Liquid was flowing from her vagina onto my arm and dripping onto my thigh. I lay her back on the sofa and she curled into a fetal position with her hands squeezed between her thighs, a position that I’d seen before.
Several minutes later, she opened her eyes and smiled. “I did it again,” she whispered.
“I do believe you did,” I said logically.
“Believe it,” Madison insisted. “You said it couldn’t be done.”
“I said, it wasn’t probable. You couldn’t force it.”
“I didn’t. It just happened. It could happen again,” she insisted.
“Only if you get out of the way,” I philosophized.
Saturday morning at breakfast, we were both almost too tired to eat. Neither of us had the energy to prepare a meal. Breakfast consisted of toast, juice and coffee, lots of coffee. “What got into you last night?” asked Madison.
“I think I got into you,” I countered.
“You did. I had too many orgasms to count,” she admitted.
“I had seven,” I told her.
“Seven! You came seven times?” she asked.
“I did,” I confirmed.
“Is that a record?”
“It is for me,” I said.
“Do you think Guinness would be interested?” Madison asked.
I laughed. “They might if they even track that stuff. Even so, I doubt I’d be anything except a footnote or an honorable mention.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself,” cautioned Madison.
“I’m not but I’m also not underestimating any of the other four billion men on the planet,” I said.
After breakfast, we settled in front of the television to watch some early college football games. We had a quick lunch and I headed back to the living room to finish watching a game. Madison redirected me and we ended up in the bedroom. Foolishly, I asked what we were doing there.
“It’s our last afternoon together,” Madison explained. “I want to have a proper send off. After all, it has to last me until we can manage to get together again.” We managed an incredible, two-hour send off. Between us, we had six orgasms, two of them mine. We showered with another fuck for fun, stripped the bed and washed the bed linens.
Madison found the sheets we had washed yesterday in the dryer and I helped her make the bed. We dressed minimally and settled on the sofa, Madison in my lap, her head on my shoulder and my fingers hiding beneath a robe she borrowed from Jenny’s closet. Madison hummed softly while we waited for four o’clock.
We heard the key in the lock at one minute after four.
Jenny came into the room, naked and carrying a leather gym bag.
“Did I interrupt something?” she asked.
“No. Nothing. We were just waiting for you,” Madison said.
Madison jumped up, went to Jenny and gave her a huge kiss. “Welcome home,” she said.
“I’m glad to be home,” Jenny replied.
I walked over to her and repeated Madison’s kiss but with additional emotional content.
“Wow,” said Jenny. “Nice welcome.”
“What happened to your clothing?” I asked.
“Nothing. I still have them. They’re in the bag with clothes for Madison. I hadn’t worn them all week and didn’t want to start now, “she told us.
“You drove here like that?” I asked incredulously.
“Sure. What’s the problem?” Jenny wanted to know.
“It’s the middle of the day,” I said obviously.
“Same as it is every day,” agreed Jenny.
“Aren’t you concerned someone might have seen you?” I asked.
“So, what if they did,” she commented.
“You could get arrested,” I suggested.
“I don’t think a man who saw me would report me and spoil his fun and a woman who saw me would be too shocked to do anything or envious that it wasn’t her. Either way, I’d be long gone before the law arrived,” she rationalized.
Jenny opened the gym bag and removed her dress and a pair of flip-flops. She handed Madison the bag and her car keys. “Everything you need is in the bag,” she said.
Madison took off the borrowed robe and rooted through the bag for her clothing. She put on blouse and slacks and stuffed the bra and panties back in the bag. She pulled out a pair of flats and put them on her feet. “Where’s Anne?” she asked.
“She wanted to hang out with Jerry for a while,” Jenny said.
“Naked?” asked Madison.
“She was naked when I left,” responded Jenny.
“I hope she leaves me something for my homecoming,” Madison wished.
Jenny and I laughed as Madison headed for the door, bag and keys in hand.
“Not driving naked?” I asked.
“Only in the dark,” replied Madison.
“Good luck,” said Jenny.
“Thanks,” said Madison and she was gone.
Jenny and walked to the sofa and sat down. “You look great,” I told her.
“Thanks. A little tired maybe,” she replied. “How about you?”
“A little tired too,” I said. “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting you to show up naked.”
“I didn’t plan to but, after not wearing clothes for the entire week, I just couldn’t get dressed for the short drive home only to take everything off again when I got here.”
“Conserving your energy?” I asked.
“Something like that,” Jenny answered. “Did you have a good week?”
“I did.”
“How about Madison?”
“You’d have to ask her but she never complained all week,” I told her. “How about you?”
“Me too. I suggest we dispense with the recaps of the week, agree that we all had and good time and commence with the welcome home part of the agenda,” she said.
“Deal,” I said.
“Here or upstairs?” asked Jenny.
“There are clean sheets on the bed,” I told her.
“The bedroom it is then,” said Jenny. She took my hand and led me upstairs.
We went to work Monday morning, scarcely less tired than we were on Saturday afternoon.
Jerry came in to work about an hour late. We didn’t ask him to explain.
Jerry was late on Tuesday and again on Wednesday.
Anne called and asked us to pick her up Wednesday evening.