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 ï>¿Some Changes In Cassidy by PickFiction

   The prudish Cassidy uncovers a different side of herself.

   "Where are the kids?" Newton asked as he came through the front door.

   "Backyard.  It's still light enough for them to play a little longer."
Cassidy gave her husband a quick kiss.

   "That all I get?" he asked, a disappointed look on his face.

   "You're never satisfied unless ..."

   "Unless what?"

   She shook her head.  "You know what."

   "Yeah, but I want to hear you say it."

   "You're weird.  You know I don't like to talk about those things."
Cassidy turned and headed for the kitchen.

   "Daddyyy." Newt caught a leaping Anna, their six-year-old daughter.

   "Where's your brother?"

   "Dunno."

   Jason Ward stumbled through the back door, face-planting five feet from
Newton, who stood the girl on her feet and scooped up the four-year-old who
was debating whether or not to cry.

   "Nice nose-dive, buddy.  You made your sister laugh."

   Frowning, the little guy looked over his dad's shoulder.

   "Stop laughing, Anna," he insisted defiantly.

   "It was funny, so I can laugh."

   "What's going on?" Cassidy asked, returning from the kitchen.

   "Kid action.  Which one do you want?

   "I'll give both of them a bath if you'll finish in the kitchen."

   "Deal," Newt said, handing a squirming Jason to his mother.

   Anna loved taking baths, so she grabbed her mother's hand and skipped
all the way to the bathroom.

   Cassidy had nearly completed the kitchen chores, so Newt's tasks were
simple -- put a soap pod in the dishwasher, start it, and then wash the
skillet.  Back in the family room, he could hear the laughing and giggling
along with Cassidy's cautioning reprimands.  He checked his phone, logging
into his email.  The inbox was empty, which put a smile on his face.

   "Jason wants you to tuck him in."

   "On the way."

   Newt tucked in the little guy, while Cassidy did the same for Anna.  He
followed her down the hall, giving her cute butt a little pinch.

   She jumped and squealed, giving him a dark look.

   "Pervert," she grumbled over her shoulder.

   "I'm a pervert because I love your ass?"

   "Don't use that word.  You know I don't like it."

   "Ass, ass, ass."

   Cassidy snapped around, hands on hips but was quickly swept up and
thrown onto the couch.  As he reached for her, she recoiled against the
pillows.

   "Don't you dare; the blinds are all open, and the lights are on," she
said, her eyes wide.

   "Doesn't bother me." He slid his hand up her leg and into her shorts.

   Cassidy recoiled even further.

   "That's for the bedroom," she said sternly, hoping it would satisfy her
"sex-crazed" husband.

   "Is that defined somewhere?" he asked, a questioning look on his face.

   "Everyone knows that," she answered smugly.

   "You need to explain that to a couple of guys at work," he said,
nodding.

   "Disgusting men.  Don't compare me to them."

   "I'm comparing you to their wives."

   "Do you believe everything they tell you?"

   "Good point, but even if I only believe half of it ..."

   Cassidy didn't reply to that.  She did wonder if the half that Newt
believed was true ...  and what it was.  She could ask, but that would only
make him more annoying.  Not that Newt or sex was annoying--far from it. 
In the bedroom--where it belonged--sex was, well, indescribable, actually.
She completely lost herself in its grasp...every time.  But outside of
those confines, she was almost prudish, and any reference to sexual matters
caused her to blush.

   Despite the constant teasing of his wife, Newt treasured those special
bedroom nights with the woman who was almost a stranger; her actions during
the hour before sleep so far removed from the other twenty-three hours of
the day.  It was almost like scheduling an appointment with, well, the
dentist was a poor analogy, but the idea was there.  Newt was very
organized, but he thought he would enjoy a little more spontaneity when it
came to sexual things.  He did wish and hope she might relent, at least a
little, in that area.  She was twenty-seven now, and he knew the longer she
stayed like this, the less likely she was to change.  He needed a plan.

   Cassidy was wise enough to know that tonight should be one of those
special nights ...  which it certainly was.

   *****

   Newt smiled at the very pretty brunette sitting across the table from
him.  The children were in bed, and they were enjoying a snack of apple pie
a la mode.  Most times, he could look at her and not feel his blood
beginning to heat, but when they were alone, like now, it was inevitable.
She didn't have an exceptional body -- she did have smaller breasts, was a
bit "hippy," her description, but had a fantastic ass.  Oh, and a very
pretty face, too.  He'd decided to try something.

   "Good day, Cass?" he asked.

   "Eh.  Anna played nicely when she got home from school -- Jason was a
terror all day.  I wonder if he doesn't feel well."

   "He sure fell asleep fast."

   "Exhausted."

   "Probably," he agreed.  "Different subject, but have you ever watched a
triple-X video?" He tried to sound as casual as possible.

   "Newt -- no!" she exclaimed, a bit of ice cream dribbling down her chin.
"Why on earth would you think that?" Her expression touched on fierceness.

   "I didn't know for sure, and I was just curious."

   "We've been married for seven years.  Do I impress you as someone who
watches pornography?"

   "When Anna says she doesn't like sweet potatoes, you tell her to try
them." It was a commonly heard phrase around the Ward home.

   "So you're comparing watching porn to eating sweet potatoes?" Cass said,
shaking her head.

   Newt chuckled.  "Don't twist things around, Cass.  I just think you
should take a look."

   "Don't hold your breath," she suggested, knowing that in a couple of
hours, they'd climb into bed together and have wonderful sex.

   The pie and ice cream finished, they went to the family room, Newt to
watch some TV, and Cass to read a couple more chapters of her book--a
western.  But, her brain had shifted into gear after the brief conversation
over the apple pie.  She wondered why she was so averse to even taking a
peek at a porn video.  Her parents hadn't been overly strict, but there
certainly hadn't been any porn in the home.  When she thought about it, the
total lack of any mention of sex or sexual activities made her wonder how
she and her brother had been conceived.  The family had always been very
prim and proper, even to the extent that photographs were never
extemporaneous--they were carefully posed, with smiles, and even changes of
clothing if necessary.

   Pornography was an unknown commodity until she was in high school, and
some of her more adventurous friends probed its depths, sometimes with
their boyfriends.  It was something she had avoided, and, possibly
consequently, she knew little about sex when she got together with Newt,
who was more than happy to teach her.  Surprisingly, she found herself to
be an apt and eager student.

   But pornography; watching people do what they did...or more.  She'd
always been a curious learner.  Did that apply to this too?  She'd have no
problem watching something when Newt was at work.  But, he wanted her to do
it so badly, she'd feel guilty cheating him of the pleasure of watching her
watch it.  Along the same line, how much would she enjoy seeing the look on
his face if she suggested they watch some porn before bedtime?

   Cass looked up from her Kindle, which she hadn't been reading, and
looked at Newt, totally absorbed in an episode of Forty-Eight Hours.  She
wondered what he'd do if she suggested it right now.  That wasn't going to
happen, but it was fun to imagine.  Pictures fluttered through her head,
not of the pornography itself, but of Newt's reaction ...  and what her
reaction might be.  That was something she hadn't considered -- how she'd
react.  Of course, not knowing exactly what she'd be seeing, she had no
idea how she'd react.

   They went to bed, and she quickly figured out that Newt had decided to
make the next forty-five minutes all about her -- kissing, licking,
caressing, probing, and finally centering on the swollen nub between her
labia.  Her orgasm was extraordinary, and she was so spent, she fell asleep
almost as the last spasm left her body.

   Breakfast was prepared and cleaned up, Anna was off to school, and Jason
was down for a nap.  Cass was thankful for that, as Anna had stopped her
naps before she was four.  She went out to the patio and plopped onto the
chaise lounge.  It was in the shade, but only for another twenty minutes.
That's how she limited her breaks.

   Last night's thoughts resurfaced, and the question was still there.  As
she seriously considered surrendering to Newt's request, she thought she
felt her body trembling.  She chastised herself ...  it shouldn't be
frightening, and if it got too bad, she could always just walk away.  She
wondered what too bad might be.  With those thoughts, she realized she'd
made her decision.  She wondered if it would make her a different person.

   The evening began.

   "So, Anna, did you learn something important at school today?" Newt
asked, sitting her on his knee.

   "Yep," she replied.

   "What is it?"

   "Friday is the last day of school."

   "Wow, that is important, right, Mom?"

   Cass laughed.  "I'll get used to it, and Anna has promised to be a big
help."

   "And what about Jason?"

   "I'll help too."

   "Life is good, Cass."

   She raised her eyebrows at her husband.  The neighborhood pool would
help, but she knew summer would be a challenge.  Speaking of challenges,
the one hanging over her head had her itching to get it started.  She hoped
her patience wouldn't desert her.

   When the kids were in bed and settled, and Newt was ready to watch a
little TV, Cassidy decided the time was ripe.

   "You know what we talked about the other night?" she said.

   "We've talked about a lot of stuff."

   A deep breath.  "Porn," she said decisively.

   "Oh, that," Newt replied, ready for another lecture.

   "Like sweet potatoes, I guess I"m ready to try it."

   "Cass, are you okay?"

   "Well, maybe not, but I've decided I might as well see what it is.  I
need to keep you happy."

   "Is that the reason you're doing it?"

   "Partly.  I'm curious, I guess.  But don't question me too long.  I may
change my mind."

   Newton was thinking.  A total surprise, her answer had him pondering
possibilities.  They could watch on his computer, but he could also show it
on the big TV.  Much more impressive.  But, there were the kids.

   "I want to do this right," Newt said, "so let me make a suggestion." He
knew he was taking a big chance, but if all went as he hoped, it would be
worth it.  "I want to put it up on the big TV, so you can, well, see all
the details." He smiled at her.

   Details?  What details did she need to see?  She was ready, but what was
going on with Newt?

   "So, are you backing out?" she questioned.

   "Oh, no, far from it.  Remember the first time we had sex?"

   That would be hard to forget.  Newt had fixed up his place with flowers,
candles, special oils, black lights, and other things she was sure she'd
forgotten.  It was two days before the wedding, and he'd said he wanted
everything to be super special for their "first time." The hotel where
they'd be spending their honeymoon was nice but not "special," he'd told
her.  It was certainly something she'd never forget, nor forget the work
he'd put into it to make it as perfect as possible.

   "You know I'll never forget that."

   "Well, this is another first, not nearly as big as the other one, but I
want it to be good, for your sake."

   The way Newt looked at her, the sound of his voice, the nearly pleading
look on his face made it difficult to say no to him.

   "What are your plans for this one?"

   "Anna said that Friday is the last day of school, and my parents are
intent on establishing the tradition they began last year -- having the
kids spend two weeks with them right after school.  You'd said before it
was fine, so they're planning to be here Sunday to pick them up and give us
two weeks alone."

   Cass had forgotten that, but she could see where Matt was aiming.

   "So, I have to wait?" she said.

   "Just till Sunday night, or Monday if you'd rather."

   Newt loved to tease her, and tickle her, and otherwise torment her at
times.  She hated it -- but she loved it.  When the tickling ended, what
followed was well worth the torment.

   "Sunday night," she responded quickly and received a kiss ...  and, of
course, the usual accompanying "feel."

   Cassidy was a patient person, especially with Anna and Jason.  But, when
she was waiting for something to happen, something she KNEW was going to
happen, patience wasn't one of her virtues.  And, after she had made the
decision, now she was going to have to wait ...  and she might be a wreck
by Sunday night.

   On Friday, as predicted, school ended, and Jason was happy that his
sister would be home with him for the summer, whatever that was.  Anna was
excited to go to grandma and grandpa's house.  Last year she'd gotten more
ice cream, cookies, and cokes than she ever did at home.  Plus, they got to
go to fun places.  She helped Cass pack both her bag and Jason's.

   Sunday came, and so did the Wards, anxious to take the kids to their
place - the new tradition for the family.

   "Listen, if it's going really well, we may want an extra week," Larisa
Ward proclaimed, drawing a wary look from Joelle, her now questioning mate.

   "That's so nice of you, Mom, but I'm not sure we can be away from these
two for that long.  We might have to schedule a visit."

   Everyone laughed, but Cass was echoing Newt's sentiment in her mind. 
Two weeks was a long time -- three was a very long time.

   "If you need anything, just give us a call," Cass said.  "It's only
about forty-five minutes to your place.

   "Will do," Larisa said, grabbing Anna's hand as Joelle did the same with
Jason.

   "Be good for gramma and grandpa," Newt added as they went out the door.

   Cassidy glanced at the clock, the subject of her attention many times
already this Sunday.  It was ten past two, and she thought she might be
trembling already.  She had no idea what Newt had in store as they hadn't
discussed it during the week.  She wasn't going to bring it up, and she
knew Newt's ignoring it was another way to tease her.  She decided to just
wait -- she knew he hadn't forgotten about it.

   He looked at her and smiled ...  just smiled, a kind of knowing smile,
though.  He'd been married to Cassidy long enough to know her pretty well
and knew she was anxious and more than ready for what he had planned.  And
he had been planning.

   "So, you ready?" he asked, knowing she knew what she should be ready
for.

   "It's only a little after two," she said, her brain always putting sex
into the dark hours.

   "So, the kids are gone, we're alone, and we can do whatever we choose."

   That sounded simple; it had just never found its way into her brain. 
But, it was still mid-afternoon, light outside...and before dinner, when
she was usually dealing with a nap-fighting Jason and waiting for Anna to
bound in after school.  Was she ready?

   "I'm ready," she answered, not willing to take a chance on more teasing.

   "Good." He went to his desk and returned with a laptop computer.  "Let
me attach this to the TV, and while I'm doing it, take off your clothes."

   "What?"

   "You should be naked to watch this stuff."

   "Newt, it's light outside, and the windows..."

   "No one can see in unless they climb over the bushes.  You're doing one
daring thing.  Why not make it two?"

   Naked?  Had he forgotten who he was talking to?

   "I'll start it off," he said, and, in fifteen seconds, he was naked.  To
emphasize what he'd said, he walked to the double windows and stood, hands
on hips, looking out.

   Cass couldn't help herself.  "Newt, get away from the window."

   "Not until you're naked.  In thirty seconds, I'm going to climb up on
the window sill."

   She knew he'd do it, too, so there was no sense delaying the inevitable.
She was already nervous and might as well add terrified to the mix.  Naked
in the family room in the middle of a sunny afternoon was beyond...well,
just beyond.  Her blouse came off, followed by her shorts.  She kicked off
her sandals as she loosened her bra.  She could barely pull it off her
breasts ...  but she did.  The panties seemed much easier, and Cassidy was
naked.  She was already breathing hard.

   Newt returned from the window and stared at his wife, his eyes moving
from head to toe and back.

   Cass knew her cheeks were turning rosy from his unusual attention, but
she enjoyed watching his erection progress from limp to almost full.

   The computer was on, as was the TV, and Cass was waiting.

   "Let's look at some photos first."

   The first pictures were from a nude-in-public series, the young and very
pretty girl walking through city streets, some deserted, but some with
people taking her picture and watching her.

   Newt changed to a new set.

   "Oh my gosh," Cass said, eyes wide.

   "Big, aren't they?"

   "Are they real?"

   "Look real to me."

   A couple more pictures.

   "How can she do that?"

   "Spread your legs, Cass."

   "No."

   "Just spread them."

   If she was watching porn in the middle of the afternoon, it was silly to
be bashful.  She spread her legs.  Newt acted like he was taking a photo.

   "See, easy.  You just did it."

   Cassidy shook her head.  "But there's her you-know-what --"

   "-- Pussy," Newt interrupted.

   She looked at him.  "Pussy," she repeated.

   "Sure is," he confirmed.

   "It ...  it's, um, different from mine."

   "Which do you like best?"

   "Which do you like best?" she echoed, surprising herself.

   "Haven't tried that one."

   "Newt!" she exclaimed to his loud laughter.

   A few more pictures.

   "Newt, this one's breasts are way smaller than mine."

   "Tits," Newt said.  A look from Cass.

   "Her tits are smaller than mine ...  but ...  "

   "Quite a pair of nipples, huh."

   "I never imagined.  So different."

   "Check this out, then."

   Cassidy's heart began to pound.  It was a man and a woman, naked, and
the woman looked hauntingly like her.  The face was different, but the rest
was Cass.  The man was muscular with a shaved head and a few tattoos.  But
what she noticed most was...his cock.  When she held Newt's cock with one
hand, there was enough exposed to make a nice mouthful.  The woman had both
hands holding the cock, and about the same left over as she had with Newt.
The cock she was watching was one hand longer than Newts.

   "I told you, didn't I?"

   "That they were different sizes?  Yeah, but it never really registered."

   A few more pictures from the set, and that huge instrument was at work.
Cass was almost panting as she looked at pictures she'd never imagined.

   "Let me do one more thing," he said, fiddling with the computer.  In a
few seconds, a video began on the TV screen.  It was the man and woman from
the photos, now with sound and motion.

   Cass watched for several minutes, the couple clothed and chatting.

   "Sit here beside me," Newt said.

   They sat watching the video, Cass's hip pressed against Newt's.

   Soon the couple were naked, the woman gagging on his huge cock several
times.  Then he was between her legs, spreading her labia, the camera
zooming in to focus on her clit.  It was a smooth and shiny nub, and Cass
wondered.

   "Spread your legs," Newt said.

   She did without even thinking.

   Newt paused the video, then aimed the computer between her legs. 
"Spread yourself."

   A few seconds of thought, and she spread her labia.  Her clitoris was
clearly displayed on the TV.

   "You've never seen it like this, have you?"

   "No," she said, mesmerized by what she was seeing on the screen.  She
gasped as Newt's finger picked up moisture from the exposed pinkness, then
gently began caressing her clit.  She couldn't take her eyes off the
screen, watching her own engorged nub moving back and forth beneath his
finger, even as her body squirmed.

   "Back to the video," he said.

   Yes, the video, she thought, working to regain control.  She watched the
woman and heard her moans as the bald guy worked on her clit.  Then she was
on hands and knees, and the long cock disappeared inside her.  Cass was
mesmerized, even when the bald guy ejaculated on her face and mouth.

   "Well, you did it," Newt said when the video ended.  "Want to watch
more?"

   "No, I want you to ...  " She paused.

   "Say it."

   "I want you to...to fuck me," finally left her lips.  "Like they did,"
she added.  "And record it with your computer."

   "What?"

   "We can watch it when we go to bed, but you have to swear you'll delete
it."

   Newt's brain was spinning, unable to comprehend what had already
happened and was about to happen.  He certainly wasn't going to refuse any
of her requests, particularly the recording.  When he looked at Cass, there
was no doubt about what she wanted.

   In the sunlight in the family room, the video was recorded.

   They replayed the video with the two new leading characters in the
sunlight on the family room carpet...and recorded it, with sound, on Newt's
computer.  And speaking of sounds, Newt had never heard any like the ones
coming from Cass during their time on the carpet.

   "Want to watch it right now?" Newt asked, still on the carpet.

   "No," Cass mumbled as she crawled to her discarded clothing.  Without
standing, she was soon fully clothed.  It was her mind's turn to be
scrambled.  What had just happened?  As she stood, she looked outside--it
was still light, and anyone looking at the window would have been able to
see her...naked, or at least topless.  She nibbled her lower lip.  It was
the rest of what happened that had her reeling--watching porn, seeing
things she'd only heard about from Newton, who enjoyed embarrassing her,
usually in private, but not always.

   And now there was a recording of...  She cringed.  What had she been
thinking?  She obviously hadn't been, although...  Her cheeks pinked as she
realized how much she'd enjoyed it, both the watching and the doing.  That
reminded her of the "later tonight" she'd talked about.  Could she
watch...herself?

   She decided to start dinner, hoping that would clear her mind.  It did
help, and, thank goodness, Newt left her alone.  Her mind was able to
multitask--dinner moved along nicely, but memories of what she had watched
kept surfacing, much to her chagrin.  They were so unlike her, or at least
the way she'd always been and the way she wanted to be.  It was like she
was suddenly two different people.  She couldn't ignore how she'd felt and
reacted this afternoon, nor how she'd always been and wanted to stay. 
She'd have to learn how to deal with it, she supposed.

   Dinner was good, with Newton smiling at her the entire time.  At first,
it annoyed her, then made her tingle, then back to annoyance once more. 
They took a pleasant walk around the neighborhood, holding hands, and
talking about nothing in particular.  Back home, it was TV and reading
until Newt told her he needed to be at work early on monday, so they'd
better get to bed.

   Once there, Newt switched on the computer.  Cass was tempted to tell him
to turn it off, but when it began, she couldn't stop watching.  It was her,
doing all those "things," and the sounds...the sounds had her heart
pounding.  The sex was nearly as wild, loud, and satisfying as the
afternoon had been.  But, Cass slept well that night

   *****

   On Tuesday morning, Newt was off to work, and Cass was in the midst of
her chores when a faint remembrance worked its way to the surface, a
remembrance from Sunday afternoon that evidently had made more of an
impression than she had imagined.  It was the image of the woman walking
through the streets of the city ...  naked.

   Cass had never exposed her cleavage, even her bathing suits were very
modest.  The thought of having someone see those special parts of a woman's
body had been horrifying.  But, the walking woman had done it; the women in
the photos had done it; the woman in the video had done much more than
that. It was a strangely fascinating vision, so foreign but intensely
intoxicating, much to her bewilderment.

   She decided--she had to do it.

   She looked out the window.  It was raining, perfect for what she had
been planning for the last hour.  She told herself over and over that she
could do it...would do it.  She went to the bedroom, removed her shorts,
blouse, and bra, then pulled on a pair of slacks and nothing more.  She was
ready.

   Downstairs, she put on her raincoat and a matching hat, went to the
garage, and headed downtown, a few raindrops speckling the windshield.  The
rain was necessary to justify the raincoat...and the experiment.  Downtown,
she drove until she found what she needed--a deserted street two blocks
long that ended at a large warehouse.  She parked.

   She was sure she could do it, despite how strange it seemed.  Still, the
pounding of her heart was exciting.  She opened the door and stepped out,
and turned to face the warehouse.  Hands on the lapels, she spread the
coat, exposing her breasts.  She'd vowed to hold it open ten seconds, no
matter what.  She began walking.

   "One - two - three," she counted aloud.  The cool rain and breeze had
her nipples crinkled and hard.  "Four - five - six." Her breasts were wet,
water running down her stomach.  "Seven - eight - nine - ten." She'd done
it.  No one had seen her, but she'd been topless.  Now, should she return
to the car with the coat open?  That would double her exposure.

   She turned, took one step, and saw two men heading toward her.  The coat
was instantly closed before the men completed their conversation and looked
at her.

   "Everything okay?" one of the men asked.

   "Fine," she answered, hoping she wasn't blushing.  "That's my car," she
said, gesturing, then quickly grasping her coat as it began to gap open.

   "Have a great day," he said and disappeared through a door.

   It had been close, but she was sure she hadn't been seen.  She was
surprised as she sensed a feeling of disappointment within herself.  She
climbed into the car but stayed there, thinking.  Disappointed?  She'd been
appalled at the thought of being seen.  Where had this feeling of
disappointment come from?  Her mind was working.  Maybe?

   Cass started the car and drove away, her mind still in high gear. 
Twenty-five minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot at Dawson Park,
a municipal park about as far from her house as she could get and still be
in the city.  It wasn't in her original plan, but her mind's reaction after
her downtown adventure had caused her to amend that plan.

   She could see a long asphalt path winding across an open area before
disappearing into some trees.  With the rain, the park wasn't crowded, but
there were people.  She was going to do it, but this time, she had her
phone and would take some keepsakes.  She climbed out of the car once more
and traversed the path to the woods.  The light rain continued, and the
breeze had increased.  When she turned to face the car and opened the
raincoat, the wind filled it, totally exposing her topless condition.

   She began walking, once again feeling her nipples contract and harden,
accompanied by lots of goosebumps.  Halfway back, she hadn't been seen and
slowed her pace, working to deal with the dichotomy that was engulfing
her--being horrified at the thought of being exposed, and disappointed at
not being seen.

   Something caught her eye--a car was pulling into the lot.  It parked a
few spaces away from hers, and a man climbed out in running gear.  Cassidy
was about ten feet from her car when he turned his head.

   She'd been seen..., and her heart was pounding."

   "You look cold," he said, smiling.

   His saying that made her shiver, and not from the cold.  He was surely
"seeing" her.

   Cassidy closed the coat, having no idea what to say.  That hadn't been a
part of her plan.  But the runner was about to help.  He stepped around her
car, smiling, and she knew she was blushing.

   "I see your wedding ring," he began.  "I'm married too...and I've dared
my wife to do this.  She always says that no one really does it except in
porn movies." He paused thoughtfully.  "Would you be so kind, and I know
this is asking a lot, but could I take a photo to show my wife?"

   If she did, it wouldn't be him seeing her walking by topless.  It would
be her baring her...tits so he could take a photo.  She had another
thought, though.

   A deep breath.  "Two conditions."

   He raised his eyebrows.

   "First, I cover my face." A nod.  "I take a selfie of us with my phone."

   A more vigorous shaking of his head this time.  He pulled out his phone
and stepped backward a few steps.

   There was no one else around.  Cass opened the coat, shrugged it off her
shoulders to her waist, and put her hands over her face.  She waited.

   "Letting nature take its course," he said with a chuckle.

   Cass knew what that meant.

   "Done," he said and moved beside her.

   Cass wrestled her phone from the coat and quickly took two selfies.  She
pulled the coat around her.

   "Thanks," he said.  "Your hubby's a lucky guy." He winked, and as he
turned to walk, she saw the bulge in his running shorts.  She closed her
eyes as the guy jogged away in the rain.

   Back in the car again, she stared at the phone.  A deep breath; there
was the picture.  She was standing there, topless, with a man she'd known
for three or four minutes if even "known" was the proper word.  Plus, his
"letting nature take its course" was obvious--her nipples were hard, the
areola crinkled and surrounded with goosebumps.

   She'd done it...and wanted more.  But not today.

   *****

   "Did you go out today?  I see your wet raincoat hanging in the mud
room."

   "Had to run to the store; it rained pretty hard for a while."

   "It got colder too.

   "Sure did," she answered, remembering the pictures on her phone.

   "Want to watch some special stuff tonight?"

   "Special stuff?" she repeated, chuckling.

   "Just a thought.  You seemed to enjoy it the first time." Newt started
toward her.

   "Stay away, you pervert," she said, searching for an escape route. 
There was none, and he had her.  Down she went Newt on top of her.

   "I'm going to tickle you till you say yes, and you'll love every second
of it."

   The kids being at gramma and grampas was allowing them some interesting
times.  His tickling was one of them.  It began as sheer torture with
hysterical laughter accompanied by severe squirming from Cass.  Newt had
discovered, by overdoing the tickling one time, that this produced a very
different result.  The laughter turned to squeals and moans, the squirming
to almost rhythmic undulations.  The torture had changed to an unexpected
sexual arousal.

   Still tickling with one hand, the other edged its way up the leg of her
shorts.  Her intense squirming made it a little awkward, and his hand was
caressing her butt cheeks.  He decided quickly, his finger slipping between
the two cheeks and touching the pink rose bud he'd looked at longingly so
often.  He moved that finger, and it was able to slide into a very wet and
more familiar place.  It was quickly back to the rosebud, pressing gently
until, very slowly, it slipped in to the first knuckle.

   "Newt," Cass moaned.  "What ...?" But she didn't resist, didn't fight it
at all.  Wiggling, the finger was in to the second knuckle.  "Oh god, Newt,
you've never done that before."

   "Should I stop?" The finger continued its wiggling movements to only
more moans from Cass.  "Gonna watch tonight?" he asked again.

   "Yes," she gasped.

   He withdrew his hand.  "Good.  Tonight should be interesting then."

   "Bastard," she groaned, as she always did when he pulled something like
this.  But she knew he was right--tonight would be unique.  And the feeling
of his finger; she'd never had that before.  Maybe more tonight?  After
what she'd done today and then Newt's torment, she'd be ready.

   After dinner, she read her book periodically, and recounted her day in
between.  It had been more exhilarating than she had imagined--and she
wondered what she could do next.  She still had eleven or twelve days to
herself.  Maybe she could get some ideas from her "watching" tonight.  She
was also wondering just how far she was willing to go, both on her personal
adventures and on things she was sure Newt would conjure in his sexual
mind.

   At bedtime, she got a sinister smile from Newt, who was already naked;
she hadn't spotted him stripping, but there he was in the well-lighted
family room with all the blinds raised.

   "Take your clothes off, babe."

   Being seen naked by a stranger in a far-away park was different than
being seen by your next-door neighbor--at least it was today, but she
wondered.

   "Just be happy that I take my clothes off upstairs."

   "If we're going to watch, you'll need to do it here."

   "We have a nice flat-screen in the bedroom, and we'll be able to do
wilder things up there." She wasn't sure why she added that last but
thought it would probably work with Newt.

   He shrugged and smiled, and soon they were naked in the bedroom, ready
to "watch."

   "Any suggestions," he asked.  He looked at her from head to toe as he
asked, disrupting her concentration.  But she was ready.

   "Just like downstairs, I can't imagine having someone see me naked.  I
might have a stroke or heart attack...or worse."

   "I've seen that in you," he said, "but that's the next step, you know."

   "What do you mean, next step."

   "Well, you were totally shy and timid, then you met me, and the sex
began.  You've started watching porn, and the next logical step is to moon
someone, or flash them, go skinny-dipping with a group, greet the pizza
delivery guy topless, stuff like that."

   "Would you like for the pizza guy to see me topless?"

   "Any guy who delivers pizza knows what a woman looks like topless.  So,
no surprise, and you are semi-spectacular topless," he said, reaching for a
breast

   She didn't protest as he played with her nipple.

   "They're nice, but not that nice," she pleaded gently.

   "Let me parade you down Broad Street topless, and we'll see how nice the
guys think they are."

   "No way," she said, but that wasn't what her secret mind was saying--it
was overheating at the thought of what Newt had just said, walking topless
down Broad Street.  Or naked?  With men watching her...with men watching
her.

   "We'll see," he said.  "Let me see if I can find some videos of women
enjoying just that."

   "But they're used to doing that."

   "Had to be a first time."

   She'd had a first time, and the guy had liked what he saw.  It was a
start

   .

   "Here's one," Newt said.  "Let's watch."

   They were watching, but, as always, Newt was enjoying the situation,
enjoying Cass's body.  She was amazed that he could caress and squeeze her
body almost endlessly, his erection throbbing the whole time--as it was
now. The woman in the video was chubby, her breasts smaller than Cass's and
droopy.  But she was walking along a street in a city and passed several
men, finally stopping to talk with three, then sitting on one's knee while
they laughed and talked.

   Newt found two more that she watched, but the picture of the woman
sitting on a man's knee stuck with her, and she began to plan.

   "Ready to do that?"

   "What do you think?"

   "Work on it," he said.  "I'll help."

   It had been hard, at first, to think that Matt would be happy with
others seeing her nude body.  Now she knew that kinky as it seemed, he was
proud of her and wanted to show her off.  She wanted them to eventually be
naked together.

   "Let's watch this one," Newt said, starting a new video.  He pushed her
down, flat on her stomach, so she could see the TV, then lifted her hips.

   She looked up at the video, the woman's position matching hers.  The man
was squirting something onto her butt.  At the same time, she felt Newt's
fingers at her dripping pussy, briefly inside, but something else too.

   Newt was not surprised that Cass was wet--very wet.  She had gotten to
be more and more like that as time had passed.  His finger, inside her, was
gathering wetness, and he gathered another couple of drops as he exited. 
Her ass was in the air very slightly, aimed toward him, and he reached
under her with one hand, parting her labia and rubbing her clit.  The
reaction was immediate, her body jolting, her hips rising even higher.  He
caressed until the moans were almost continuous, his eyes glued to the TV
as his finger pressed against her ass, and was quickly inside her.

   Still rubbing her clit, he pushed harder, the reactions of her body to
the clit stimulation making what he was doing much easier.  In to the
second knuckle, then as far as his finger would reach while still working
on her clit, her moans were getting louder and louder.  until there was one
long and loud groan, her ass squeezing his finger over and
over...five...six...seven...and eight times.  She collapsed onto the bed.

   But Newt wasn't quite finished yet.  He took hold of her hips and lifted
her just enough to fill that warm and wet tube that needed to be filled.

   "Newt," Cass gasped.

   Still holding her hips, he began to pump, harder and faster until he
groaned and emptied into her.  He loved it so much, he just lay down very
gently on top of her, kissing her ear.

   "Oh," she responded as his softening cock slipped out of her.

   "Sometimes we need to sleep.  We have a lifetime of doing this ahead of
us."

   "Umm," she cooed.  "Will you still want to do this when I'm eighty years
old?"

   "Yes, but it will probably be different then," Newt answered, chuckling.

   "Probably," she said, her voice drifting off.

   Newt carefully lifted himself off of her, moved beside her, and pulled
the covers over both of them.

   *****

   The pancakes were tasty, topped by the real maple syrup that Newt was
fond of...insisted on was probably more accurate.  Cassidy had gotten an
especially warm kiss, and Newt left for work, unaware that her heart rate
was already accelerating as she anticipated her day, nothing firmly planned
yet, but she knew the approximate final result.

   The episode at the park had been unnerving and intoxicating.  When the
man had spotted her with the front of her coat open, giving him a peek at
her bare breasts, that was one thing.  When she had folded the coat to her
waist, giving a full view of her tits and her entire upper body, and taken
a selfie of the two of them, she realized it was something else.  It was
entirely captivating and enticingly addictive.  She was gazing at the photo
on her phone as those thoughts raced through her head.

   What would she do today?  She wanted something different.  She paced and
thought, thought and paced.  In bits and pieces, a plan began to form. 
Another few minutes, and she had it.  But dirty laundry and a spill on the
carpet had to be dealt with.  By noon, the laundry was ready for folding,
and the carpet was spotless.  A quick lunch of cottage cheese and
pineapple, and she was ready to begin.

   Upstairs she brushed her hair, holding it in place with two clips.  A
touch of lip gloss, a pair of shorts that were a little tight, and a shirt
that she usually wore with another shirt under it.  It had two narrow
shoulder straps, a large scoop neck, and huge openings for her arms that
extended halfway down her sides.  Those two items, along with a pair of
sandals, were her entire attire.

   Cass stood sideways in front of the mirror and raised her arm.  Bare
skin and a hint of ribs greeted her eyes.  She slowly leaned forward,
watching the swell of her breast appear.  More lean--more breast.  A tiny
bit more lean, and a nipple appeared.  She smiled, ready to go.

   Not to the park this time, but to the mall close by, both of which were
a long way from her home.  She parked, took a deep breath, and headed for
the mall doors, a small purse on a delicate chain over her shoulder. 
Actually, she had something positive to accomplish and headed for the
grocery store.  She grabbed a cart, and as she started up the first aisle,
she noticed the woman in front of her leaning on the cart and checking her
cell phone, probably looking at her shopping list.  But her posture was
perfect for what Cass wanted to accomplish.

   She got her cell phone from the purse, leaned forward on the cart
handle, and felt the cool air on her breasts.  It was happening.  Slowly
she traversed the aisles, able to glance down the front of the shirt and
out the sleeves.  Two or three times, she sensed men shuffling along slowly
beside her.  As she was looking at snack crackers, she heard a voice.

   "How do you get the nerve to wear that?"

   She turned to see a young girl she guessed to be twenty years old, an
amazed look on her face.

   "I'm not sure it's nerve," Cass replied.  "It could just be stupidity."

   They both laughed.

   "I have a friend," she began, looking around almost guiltily, "and she's
after me to do stuff, like go braless in a nearly transparent blouse or
wear a half-bra with a low-low cut top.  But, I mean, you're way beyond
that."

   Cassidy bit her lower lip and smiled, debating about what to say.  Why
not, she decided.

   "It started when I sort of accidentally saw something on the internet,
and it lit a fire in me.  I couldn't stop wondering what it would be like."

   "Me too, kinda.  But I'm terrified of having someone see...what I can
see through that sleeve.  And if I looked like that, maybe I'd be braver."

   Cass chuckled to herself.  It didn't take a baggy sleeve to tell that
this young girl had a huge set of hooters hiding beneath her blouse.

   "I don't think that has anything to do with it.  And, the fear of being
seen is fascinating,"

   "But you know you're going to be seen with that shirt."

   "I guess I'm wondering what else may happen, like a young lady talking
to me about it."

   "I'm Mikaela Mahony," she said, "and do you give lessons?"

   "Cassidy Ward, and I'm not qualified to give lessons."

   Mikaela looked around once again.  "Would you be willing to have an
accomplice on your next adventure?"

   There was a surprise that Cass hadn't expected.  But, having another
person certainly increased the possibilities.  But, it had to happen soon.

   "If you're sure, okay."

   They exchanged cell numbers, hugged, and parted, Cass back to leaning on
the cart.  She was in the paper goods section when...

   "Very nice, very nice," a deep voice said.  "I wish my wife had a pair
like that."

   She looked up into a pair of deep blue eyes, long blond hair in a
ponytail, a big smile, and a cell phone she knew had just taken a keepsake
photo.

   "Thanks," she replied, hoping she wasn't blushing too vividly.

   "You wear this outfit often?"

   She wasn't going to answer that, but she did remember her last outing.

   "You took a picture, didn't you?"

   "Yeah, cause I've never had a chance like this before.  My wife would
never forgive me if I tried that with her."

   "So, you do it to a stranger."

   "They were right there, and it wasn't exactly an accidental exposure."

   "So, you owe me one."

   "What?"

   "Come here, behind the paper towel display...for a selfie." She hooked
her thumbs in the two sleeves, pulling them together and filling her cleft.
She took the selfie with Mr.  Ponytail beside her, who took one more photo
of her exposed tits.

   Smiling broadly, he was on his way, gazing at his phone.

   Cass finished shopping, used the self-checkout line, and decided to
continue.  At the clothing store, she needed to use the restroom.  When she
exited the women's room, a man exited the men's room.  The small chain that
held her purse slipped off her shoulder, and she struggled to catch it,
knowing the bending she was doing was giving the man a very clear view.

   As she was slipping the chain over her shoulder, his hand went into the
sleeve and squeezed her breast, then pulled on her nipple.  She was about
to chastise him when...

   "Great tit," he said.  How's number two?" His hand quickly went to her
other breast, squeezing and pulling on the nipple.

   She wanted to slap him, to call him nasty names, maybe kick him in the
balls.  But she didn't.  She stood still and let him squeeze and fondle her
tits.  He was behind her now, using both hands to squeeze and caress,
sounds of his enjoyment filling her ears.  He rolled both nipples between
his thumbs and forefingers.  He pulled on one, then the other.  He pulled
harder until she grunted.

   "Great tits, babe.  Thanks for letting me play."

   A woman appeared in the hallway; the man smiled and was on his way. 
Cassidy's now very extended nipples created rather significant bumps on the
front of her shirt, causing a frown from the woman who disappeared into the
women's room.

   She couldn't just stand here, wondering, so she left the hallway trying
to decide what had just happened.  The guy, without saying a thing, had
just started "feeling her up." And despite what her brain was saying, her
body said otherwise...she had enjoyed it, even the too-hard pulling of her
nipples, maybe particularly that.  She wondered what was wrong with her. 
As a test, she tried to picture the man having sex with her.  She nearly
vomited, thankfully.  It was just the other she enjoyed.

   Cass wondered if it was time to tell Newt, perhaps include him somehow.
Maybe a few more experiments, and there was Mikaela now.  What could the
two of them come up with?  She sat on a bench and looked at the latest
selfie.  Not quite the exposure of the first, but the shirt squeezed into
the cleavage made it more interesting.  Her mind switched to a mental
picture, a selfie of her with the guy squeezing her tits, pulling on her
nipples.  She was breathing so hard she knew she needed to head for home.

   Once there, she stowed the things from the grocery store, then went to
her room and took a photo of herself, bent over slightly, her tit exposed
through the huge sleeve opening.  Photo number three for her collection. 
There was a man in two of the photos, but it was the man not in the photos
that kept invading her brain.  If she concentrated, she could feel his
rough hands squeezing her breasts.  Before today, only Newt had ever done
that.  As she thought of Newt, she wondered what tonight might bring.

   Despite the thoughts and feelings she was having, she needed to shower
and wash thoroughly before Newt came home.  She wanted to feel ...  clean.
The hot shower was soothing and relaxing, and her breasts received a
thorough cleansing.  When she was dressed again, she remembered Mikaela,
and began thinking about what they would do together.  She wasn't sure what
that might be; perhaps they could discuss it together.

   "You ready for bed?" Newt asked, a knowing smile on his face.

   "Sure," Cass said, wondering.

   "Are we watching?"

   "Sure," she repeated, knowing Newt well enough to be sure he had
something on his mind.

   Five minutes later, teeth were brushed, Cass had on her tiny pj's, and
Newt was naked.

   She wasn't going to tell him why, but Cass felt she owed him something
special.  She smiled.

   "Special request night," she said.  "What do you fancy?" She knew Newt
would be surprised and was excited about what he might request.

   "Limits?" he asked simply, smiling.

   She tried to see into his brain, wondering how willing he was to test
her limits.  Plus, she wondered what her limits were, particularly after
today.

   "None."

   "Well, now, that could change my thinking.  Can it be multiple parts?"

   "No limits." What was he thinking?

   "Dance for me, the most inventive and sexual dance you can do."

   "Okay, but I thought we were going to watch."

   "You said multiple parts were okay."

   "Do I get a request, too?"

   "Only fair."

   "Prop your pillow and sit there -- no touching unless I ask."

   "So, conditions.  I can handle it, though." He climbed on the bed and
leaned back.  "Go."

   Cassidy smiled internally; her parents had forced her to take dancing
lessons for several years, not dancing as she was about to do, of course.
But she was ready.  She lowered her eyes and sensuously liked her lips. 
She stood on tiptoes and began to move, twisting and undulating her body.
She peeled off the sheer top, then, ass toward Newt, she bent and slid the
equally sheer bottoms down her legs.  She turned to face him, arms high
above her head.  She moved from side to side, her breasts swinging back and
forth.  Thank goodness for their time on the internet.

   Cass dropped her hands to her breasts, sliding them downward, the
nipples bouncing from finger to finger.  Down across her stomach and belly,
one hand going between her legs and probing her pussy.  She raised it
slowly toward her mouth, sucking hard on two fingers.  Her body undulating,
both hands took hold of her breasts, squeezing, kneading, and caressing. 
Her nipples received special attention, her moans accompanying the pulling
and twisting until they were long, stiff and swollen.

   Still twisting erotically, she climbed onto the bed, moving slowly
toward Newt.  He was breathing heavily, his cock stiff and pointing
straight out from his body.  She straddled him, flicking her nipples
against his lips.

   "Don't you dare," she said breathily as the long and hard nipples
caressed his lips.  Then she added, "Squeeze them."

   Almost instantly, his hands began kneading and squeezing, pressing them
together and then apart.

   "Harder," she grunted.

   He squeezed harder.

   She pressed her nipples against his mouth.  "Bite them," she urged.

   He sucked them into his mouth and nibbled both one and then the other.

   "Harder.  Bite harder." She couldn't see his eyes open questioningly,
but squirmed as his teeth dug into her tender flesh.  She squealed quietly.
"More." It hurt like hell but was what she needed after what had happened
today.

   "Cass?"

   "Want me to bite your cock like that," she said, her mouth against his.

   "What's going on?"

   "What do you want?  Tell me what it is, and I'll do it."

   "I just want you."

   "Tell me," she insisted.

   "Do whatever you want," he whispered, closing his eyes again.

   Cass leaned back slightly and dropped her hips, feeling his erection
bump her ass.  She reached behind her and aligned it, then let the tip part
her labia.  She loved the groan that brought from Newt.  She lowered her
hips a tiny bit, and the head began to slip inside.  She stopped and
watched an almost pained look cross Newt's face.

   "Fuck, Cass, he groaned, closing his eyes.

   He began to raise his hips, and Cass raised hers as well.  She heard the
frustrated sound and slid backward, leaving his throbbing erection standing
alone.  But now, she lowered her head, and quickly the head pressed through
her lips to meet her tongue.

   "Is that good?" she said, the head still in her mouth.

   "Cass, it's ..."

   His words cut off as her mouth swallowed him completely, her face buried
in his pubs.  She didn't move.  She felt his cock twitch in her throat. 
Still, she didn't move.  His hands locked into her hair.  She felt things
going black, and she released him, gasping for breath.

   It was his turn to say, "More."

   So she gave him more, deep into her throat once again, Off again, and
then deep once more.  She felt his hands pulling her hair and knew what was
about to happen.  His hands were holding her head still as his hips began
moving faster and faster.  She'd seen a face-fuck on the internet, and now
it was happening to her.  She was sucking hard and gasping at the same time
as she felt him suddenly still, the warm and sticky cum filling her throat
and mouth as she struggled to swallow.

   Newt released her hair, and she raised her head to see him breathing
hard, his eyes half-closed.

   "Cassidy Ward, if I'd have known this would happen, I'd have started you
on porn years ago."

   "If I'd have known, I'd have been more than willing."

   "So, what's next?" he asked, hoping she'd know what he meant.

   She did, but she answered, "Watching is next."

   "But you haven't --"

   " -- Don't you worry about what I haven't," she said.  "I'm doing fine.
And let's go to the family room to watch.  I love the big screen."

   Newt seemed oh-too-happy to go to the family room.

   "You want the lights off, or should I close the blinds?"

   "Neither," she said.

   Newt looked from her to the open windows, smiling at her.

   "So, we might be showing off my beautiful and very hot wife tonight?"

   "We need to talk about that one of these days," she said, surprising
him.

   "No shit?" He saw her smile and nod.  This was something he was going to
have to think about.

   He hooked up the computer to the TV once more, then turned to Cass.

   "Did you enjoy last night?" he asked, an innocent tone to his voice.

   "Sure I did." Then she remembered.  "Oh, that."

   "Well?"

   "It was different, and felt kind of unique ...  and good.  Plus, there
was what was going on in my brain, too."

   "What was that?"

   "I dunno, kinda like when you were young and sneaked out of the house
late at night to go do something with your friends.  It was forbidden, so
that made it twice as much fun."

   "I wondered," he said.  "You didn't fight it at all.  So, I'm going to
pick out something special for tonight.  Then you can have your choice."

   Newt poked away on the computer, searching until he found what he
wanted.

   "I hope I can keep my hands off you while we watch."

   "No need to do that," she teased.  "Within reason."

   A very interesting smile and Newt started the video.

   Cassidy watched, giggling periodically as Newt poked here, squeezed
there, and tickled everywhere.  The video was similar to one she'd seen
before, but had her heart pounding, along with other physical reactions. 
She surprised herself by not resisting when he subtly worked his hand
between her legs.  She felt one finger, then a second entering her, and
surprisingly stayed perfectly still.  Nevertheless, it altered her
breathing.

   But something different was happening on the screen, and Newt was eying
her curiously.

   "Newt, is this your way of suggesting something?" She had to speak
loudly to be heard over the moans, groans and screams coming from the TV.

   Newt shrugged but smiled too.  "It is a thought," he suggested.

   She watched the pair on the screen--the woman did seem to be enjoying
it. Would it be like sneaking out of the house at night?  She wondered. 
But, as she wondered, the video ended, and she felt Newt's thumb begin to
caress her clit.

   "Do I get my choice now?" she gasped, her legs spreading involuntarily.

   "Would you rather I continue what I'm doing or change the TV?"

   "Not a fair choice," she groaned, ready to collapse.

   Newt leaned in and kissed her.  He lifted his thumb.

   "Not sure whether to thank you or to say keep going." She received a big
hug.

   "What would you like to see this time?"

   "Something about public nudity,"

   Newt smiled again.  "What's this thing with public nudity?  Something I
should know about?"

   "Maybe one of these days," she said, knowing that would stoke his
furnace.

   "Just let me know."

   They finished the video, and Newt picked up where he'd left off,
substituting his tongue for his thumb.  Bed felt wonderful, and Newt
cuddled against her, squeezing her breasts which made her day complete.

   *****

   "Hi, Cassidy.  I've been waiting for your call."

   "Good.  Are you still game for some adventure?"

   "I think so.  What's your idea?"

   "I don't have one yet.  Let's meet and see what we can figure out."

   "Wow," Mikaela said.  "That would be cool.  I work a late shift, so I'm
free."

   In thirty minutes, there was a light tapping on the front door.

   "It's open," Cass called as she put the last dish in the cupboard.

   "Would you like coffee, orange juice, or maybe a Bloody Mary?"

   She heard loud laughter from the living room.

   "The Bloody Mary might loosen me up," Mikaela chuckled, coming into the
kitchen.

   "You'll be fine.  The fact that you're here tells me you want to do it,
or at least try it."

   "I guess so," Mikaela said a little nervously.  "Coffee, I guess."

   They sat at the table, smiling and looking at each other, each working
to decide what to say.

   Cassidy was studying her guest carefully, something she hadn't done at
their first meeting.  Mikaela had commented about Cass's breasts, but hers
were much larger.  She had long black hair, a complexion that looked like
permanent tan, nice long legs, and what Cass thought was a very shapely
butt.  Her eyes sparked, and the deep dimples only enhanced her appeal.

   "How old are you, Mikaela?"

   She smiled.  "Old enough to do something like this.  I'm twenty-three."

   "So you have a friend who keeps bugging you to do it?"

   "She won't let up.  Oh, and she has photos of herself skinny dipping,
so...:"

   "Skinny dipping is being seen," Cass said.  "Do you want that, or
perhaps the adventure of maybe being seen?"

   "I guess yes," Mikaela answered, laughing.

   "I know what you mean.  I'm a little like that too.  But, both times, I
was seen." She showed Mikaela the two selfies she'd taken.

   "Are they strangers?"

   "Not any more." A mutual chuckle.  "And they got photos of me with my
face covered."

   "I wonder how I'd react knowing people had pictures of me...naked?"

   "Easy to find out," Cass assured her with a chuckle.

   "I suppose, but what are we going to do to, well, find out?"

   "I've done both, so I kind of know, but I'm guessing you've done
neither, so that's where we need to go.  Plus, depending on how that goes,
I have another one that's, well, a huge jump in one of the directions."

   Mikaela nibbled her lower lip.  "A huge jump ...  in which one of the
directions?"

   Cass smiled at Mikaela, surprised she seemed interested in a huge jump
before she'd taken the first small step, very different from what she'd
done.

   "You're sure?" Cass checked.

   "I haven't promised anything, so I can back out," Mikaela said,
giggling.

   Cass thought for a moment.  "Want to make it even more interesting?"

   "I'm starting to sweat, Cass.  I've always been daring as hell about
doing stupid thing that could be a little dangerous, but never anything
about getting naked or," she gulped, "being seen naked."

   "Has that ever happened?"

   A pink-cheeked Mikaela answered, "One boyfriend and a peek for a couple
of others.  All very private.

   "Let's see how brave you are.  Without me telling you what the 'big
jump' is, you give me your pledge that you'll do whatever it is."

   Mikaela took a deep breath.  "You're going to do it with me?"

   Cass's turn for a deep breath.  It was something she'd thought about,
but she hadn't decided to do it since it was so extreme.  If she agreed to
do it with Mikaela, she was committed.  She'd actually done a little
research--it had to happen in three days.

   Mikaela sensed what was happening.  "Wait.  You're trying to decide too,
aren't you?  This must be a really big jump."

   Cass giggled.  "Are you available three days from today in the evening?"

   "I can be."

   "We're in, then," Cass said, extending her hand.

   "Wow," Mikaela said as she shook Cass's hand.  "Now, you can tell me."

   "We better sit down."

   They both sat on the love seat, not leaning back, their tension obvious.

   "Have you heard of The Sisters of Jezebel Club?"

   Mikaela's eyes widened.  "No, but ..."

   "Its full name is The Sisters of Jezebel Strip Club."

   "Cass.  Are ...  you ...  shitting ...  me?"

   Another giggle from Cass.  "Should we both back out?"

   Raised eyebrows from Mikaela.  "We shook."

   Cass thought Mikaela might let them off the hook, but that wasn't going
to happen.  "Naked?"

   "I'll go as far as you go."

   "Naked?"

   "You're talking about more than topless with a G-string, aren't you?"

   "Our choice for amateur night.  Naked is allowed.  And do you dance?"

   "Not that kind of dance, but I'll have it in three days.  You?"

   "I'll be watching some videos."

   Mikaela had a thoughtful look on her face.  "I'm thinking of something
that we could do.  Are you in?"

   "What?"

   "How brave are you?" She smiled.  "Sound familiar?"

   Cass decided that her new partner was getting into this much more than
she'd expected.  It was her turn to be brave.

   "Okay, I'm in.  What's your idea?"

   "We do it together, the dancing and the stripping."

   "Mikaela, I thought you were, well, timid about being seen."

   I was, but it was just a vague thought--being seen by a stranger--nope.
But, when you said it was a strip club, the vague thought transformed into
a vivid picture of me naked and men watching me, cheering and yelling. 
Something happened, and I can hardly wait.  And doing it with you--we have
three days to practice."

   "Three days?  Is that long enough?" Cass was thinking out loud.

   "And, may I ask you a personal question?"

   Another giggle from Cass.  "Sure."

   "What does your husband think about all this?"

   "He, um, well, he doesn't know about this."

   "No shit."

   "I'm going to share with him after we do the club, but he's..."

   When Cass stopped, Mikaela immediately smiled.  "So, is what we're doing
and what I saw the other day something new for you?"

   "Sure is.  And I think I have the same feelings as you do--It's so
fucking exciting."

   Mikaela let out a little squeal, then smiled again.  "You're keeping him
happy, though?"

   Cass's cheeks pinked just a little.  "Yes.  And he got a call yesterday
that he has to go to California for three days." She took a deep breath. 
"Our two kids are at gramma and gramdpa's for two weeks, and we've been
enjoying it, you know."

   "I can only imagine.  And, you have two kids?"

   "Sure do."

   "If I ever have kids, I hope I can look like you do."

   "Good genes, I guess.  Plus, I work out a little.  And Newt's being gone
is what's letting me do the club thing."

   "I bet we could get them to do a video of our dancing, and you could
show it to, Newt, is it?"

   "Oh my gosh, that would be great." Cass paused for a moment, then
smiled. "Of course, there'd be someone else in the video too."

   "Oh, yeah.  If a bunch of strangers can see me, I guess your husband can
too."

   Cass looked at Mikaela's T-shirt, which was hiding a pair of very large
breasts.  "Yeah, he'll enjoy that."

   With a pink face, Mikaela said, "I'm calling in right now and taking a
few days vacation.  We may as well do the best job we can, right?"

   Cass found the paper where she'd recorded important information and
called the club.  She was assured they had an opening available, and he
assured her he'd come up with an enticing introduction for them since he
couldn't remember if the club had ever had a duo before.  He asked almost
apologetically if they were lookers, and Cass assured him that, although
they weren't Miss America contestants, the patrons wouldn't be
disappointed. Plus, she learned there was a cash prize for the hottest act
of the night.

   "So, is your husband gone?" Mikaela asked.

   "He leaves in the morning."

   A very suggestive smile filled Mikaela's face.  "So, one more night
then."

   "Mikaela!"

   "He's your husband.  You're allowed to do whatever you want."

   Cass smiled this time.  "I know."

   "On another subject," Mikaela continued, "let's do a little shopping
unless you have an extra stripper outfit that would fit me."

   "Ha," Cass retorted.  "It would take both of my cups to hold one of
those things of yours."

   "They aren't that big."

   The two ladies went shopping, Cass a little wary of the store that
Mikaela chose.  It specialized in sexy and suggestive clothing for women.
They looked, discussed, even tried on a few items, making sure the changing
room door was securely locked.  They finally decided, spending a little
more than they hoped to, but satisfied that none of the amateurs would look
better than they did...if looking good was measured by sexiness.

   They parted, agreeing to meet the next morning to plan and possibly
rehearse.  Cass stashed her bag of goodies in a dresser drawer and headed
to the kitchen to prepare a special dinner for Newt since he'd be leaving
in the morning.  She heard him come through the door from the garage as she
was chopping the salad, and he was quickly nuzzling her neck.

   "Gonna miss you," he whispered, kissing her ear.

   "I know.  These days have been special." She felt him untucking her
blouse.  "Newt, I need to finish dinner." She'd said it, but after the day
she'd had, wasn't sure she meant it.  His hands on her bare skin always had
a way of changing her attitude...and her wants and needs.  When he
unfastened her bra, she knew dinner would have to wait.  "DId you do
anything at work today besides planning for tonight?"

   "This evening and tonight," he said as he began massaging her breasts.
He stopped the massage just long enough to unfasten her shorts and push
them off her hips.  Cass helped by unbuttoning and pulling off her blouse
and bra.  Newt took her hand and led her into the family room.

   "I hope no one is in the yard."

   "If they are, they'll see a fantastic pair of tits," Newt said as he
began kissing one of them.  "You're always so soft and smooth and smell
like lavender." His lips were tugging on her nipple, which began the sounds
he loved to hear, moans and his name repeated breathily.  "I'm busy," he
murmured, which tickled her breast, "so could you take those panties off,
please?"

   Cass squirmed with the additional tickling.  "That's your job," she
said, a teasing tone to her voice."

   He moved away from her breast.  "You sure?  You know what might happen."

   "I hope so."

   "But you don't know what I've been thinking of all day."

   "I'll take my chances." The way he smiled--should she be wary?  He
dropped to his knees.

   Pressing his head against her belly, he closed his teeth on the thin
panties, pulling the waist away from her body.  Sounding a little muffled,
he said, "Unless I'm mistaken, someone is ready."

   He wasn't mistaken, and Cass knew those panties bore the evidence of her
arousal.  He surprised her by using his hands on the waist, still holding
onto it with his teeth.  He rolled his eyes up to hers, and she knew what
would happen next.  Her hand on his leg for balance, she lifted one leg to
pull it out of the panties, which gave him a closeup view of that special
place.  She moved slowly so he'd get all the view he wanted.  Her other leg
followed.  When she was naked, Newt was still on his knees, her panties
dangling from his mouth.

   That didn't last long, though, as he dropped the panties and rubbed his
nose in her muff.  She knew it would be the last time he did that, at least
for a while, since she'd be shaved for the club.  But Newt wasn't wasting
any time.  He spread her and sent several puffs of air to her clit, and
loved it when her body reacted to each puff.  He knew she was ready.  But
was she ready for what he'd planned?

   He slid a finger inside her, savoring the long moan that accompanied it.
When his finger touched that pink nub, her body reacted.  Her hips began
moving in time with his finger, and small sounds escaped her with each
shiver of her body.

   "Finger, tongue, or lips?" he asked, slowing momentarily.

   "Don't care," she gasped, opening her eyes.  She saw their neighbor
pruning his bushes.  If he turned toward their house, he'd be able to see
her from the waist up.  If anything, it made what was happening even more
intense.

   "How about this?" Newt seemed to be tormenting her.

   "Oh, shit." Cass wondered if she could orgasm standing up, but Newt was
giving her no choice.  And what his tongue and lips were doing was going to
make it happen.  "Yes, yes," she moaned...and he stopped.

   "Gonna miss you while I'm gone," he said.  "We won't be able to do
this."

   "Newt, Newt, don't stop." Cass pushed his head against her muff.

   "I just wanted to let you know it's not enjoyable to be away from you."

   "You're here now...and I want to come."

   "So g-oo-oo-d," Cass said, her voice vibrating as Newt's tongue went to
work again.  She was breathing hard, catching occasionally glimpses of the
neighbor, still concentrating on the bushes.  He's missing a real treat,
she thought as she felt the sensations beginning to peak one more.

   "Want to finish this after dinner?" he asked, raising his head, a
questioning look on his face.

   "Newt, I just want to come.  I'll do anything you want tonight if you'll
let me come." He'd never done this edging thing before, and she didn't
realize how she'd react.

   "Done." His lips were working now, two fingers inside her, and she felt
the ecstasy taking control once more...and Newt didn't stop.  It was
half-moan, half-scream when the spasms began, and it repeated over and over
until she was ready to collapse.  Newt was holding her up, and when she
finally opened her eyes--he wasn't pruning his bushes any longer, and the
look on his face told her she wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed what had
just happened.

   "I'll help fix dinner," Newt said as he stood.

   "Don't you want...?"

   "Tonight...when you do whatever I want," he replied, a somewhat sinister
smile on his face.

   "Did I really say that?"

   "Yes, right before you begged me to let you come."

   "Maybe I'm glad you're going to be gone.  When do you get back?"

   "Ugh.  Not till Sunday afternoon."

   Cass would miss him, but she and Mikaela had plans.  And on Sunday,
she'd have a new video to share with Newt.  She bit her lip as she thought
of that, the planning, the practice, the special clothing they'd purchased,
but most of all, the actual performing with strange men gawking and
whooping at them.  Even though she hadn't seen all of Mikaela yet, she'd
seen enough to know that Newt would love watching the video.

   They worked together to prepare dinner, Newt insisting she remain naked,
which had her warily eyeing the windows, expecting to see the neighbor
trying to get another peek.  She knew it was probably her loud moaning
scream that had alerted him to what was happening.  That was Newt's fault,
and she wondered what complications might arise from that brief but
explicit viewing.

   Somehow, after dinner, Cass had trouble focusing on the vapid offerings
of the TV, knowing she'd said that she'd do anything he wanted.  And part
of what he wanted was for her to remain naked until they were in bed, and
then too, she was sure.  And it seemed that he was paying no attention to
her at all.  She hoped what he had in store would be enjoyable--it always
had been and sometimes amazingly so.

   "So, babe, you ready?" He smiled, a very innocent smile, she thought.

   "Sure," she answered, hoping a cooperative attitude might be helpful. 
She had been telling herself all evening she was silly to be nervous--Newt
wouldn't do anything to really hurt her.  She started up the stairs,
knowing what would happen with him following behind.

   "Gorgeous ass, Cass," he said, sliding his hand between her legs and
stopping her progress.

   "That's not my ass," she groaned, putting both hands on a stair tread.

   "What is it then?" He loved to make her say those dirty words that she
seemed to hate.

   She closed her eyes, waiting.

   "If you don't answer, that beautiful ass might need a spanking."

   Newt had teased her in the past with threats of spanking, but it had
never happened.

   "Is that the anything I agreed to?" His hand had never stopped it's
small movements that, despite her slight anxiety, her body was heating, and
she knew he could feel the growing dampness in that place he wanted her to
name.

   "Last chance," he said, ignoring her question.

   She had flattened herself on the stairs, ready for whatever.  It was up
to Newt.

   He was rubbing one of her butt cheeks with his other hand.

   "My pussy," she said, surprising him.

   "Aww," he said.  "I was ready to give that ass a working over.  You
might have liked it.  I've heard that some women do."

   She wasn't sure about spanking, but she needed something more than just
his hand between her legs.

   "Maybe I'll tie you up, and who knows what might happen then."

   Cass had no idea what might happen.  "Just do it, Newt, whatever."

   It was the second time today he'd heard words like that, and he was
nearly ready to say the same thing to her.  But he did have plans.

   "If I move my hand, can you get to the bedroom?"

   She hated to have him move his hand, but she could hardly wait for what
might happen next.  She climbed the rest of the stairs and stood in the
bedroom...waiting.

   "Two things," he said.  "First, I'm going to record this."

   "Newt, wait.  And did you delete that other video?"

   "It's on a flash drive, the same place this one will be."

   She remembered watching that first video, and the thought of having
another was...yes, she was glad he was recording.  And when he came home on
Sunday, there'd be another.  She watched him position it on the dresser.

   "Number two," he said, "I'm going to lie there on the bed, and you're
going to take care of me."

   "I thought..."

   Newt stripped off his clothing and laId down on the bed, his arms out to
his sides.

   Totally off-guard and expecting things to be happening to her, Cass was
looking at Newt...and thinking.  She climbed onto the bed and smiled, her
courage bolstered.

   "So you were going to spank me," she said, taking hold of his erection.
She lowered her head, and her lips surrounded another head, her tongue
caressing it.  Then her teeth went into action.

   "Cass," Newt groaned.

   "Are you going to spank me if I bite harder."

   "Worse," he grunted as she bit down gently again.

   His fingers closed on her nipples, squeezing and twisting."

   "Ouch," she squealed, freeing his cock.  She took a deep breath.  "That
the best you've got?"

   "I have two clothespins in the drawer I've been saving."

   It didn't take too much imagination to know where they'd be headed.  She
moved slightly and opened the drawer.  A little digging and she tossed two
clothespins onto his chest.  Now she straddled him and settled, so his
erection was held down by her ass.

   "Your move," she said, wondering how she'd tolerate what he was probably
going to do.

   "This may be better than a spanking," he said, taking hold of one nipple
and extending it.  He pressed the clothespin on as far as he could, closing
it on some breast as well as her nipple.

   It hurt, but she wasn't about to grimace or make a sound.  When both
were in place, she took a couple of deep breaths.

   Cass lifted her hips, took hold of his cock, and she savored the feeling
of its filling her as she lowered her hips.

   "So, you like it when I'm on top?"

   "Always have, but it doesn't happen very often."

   "Maybe there are ways to fix that." She began slowly pumping her hips,
her breasts swinging, the clothespins creating a different feeling.  She
knew he was watching her breasts.  He loved to watch them swing or bounce
or jiggle.  But there was one more thing she wanted to do.  She stilled and
watched him open his eyes.  She took hold of both of the pins, releasing
them from the breast/nipple combination and reattaching them to just the
nipples.  She slowly pulled them outward, stretching both nipples and
breasts until, with loud snaps, both clothespins pulled free.  It hurt, but
watching Newt watching her made it worth it.

   Pulling her down, he kissed each nipple, breathing hard as her hips were
moving once again.

   "Are you ready to come?" She whispered into his hair.

   "Yes," he grunted as she straightened, her breasts swinging freely
again. Watching them was enough to push him over the edge, and she wasn't
far behind.

   Fifteen minutes later, they were cuddled together, ready for sleep.

   *****

   "What do you like in your coffee?" Cass asked as she filled Mikaela's
cup.

   "Maybe some Jack Daniel's."

   Cass laughed.  "Yeah, I decided when you walked through the door that
this was really going to happen."

   "I've been watching and reading and trying to picture myself doing all
those things.  It's a lot easier picturing you doing them.  And I take it
black."

   "Ha," Cass replied, laughing nervously.  "I don't even know what I'm
trying to picture, except being nearly naked on that stage or platform or
whatever."

   "I called the club and asked some questions.  I found out the patrons
aren't allowed to touch us, except they can stuff money into whatever we're
wearing--without touching us.  The guy said how that happened was up to us.
Plus, they have the capability of videoing the whole thing.  We just need
to provide a flash drive."

   "So, that answers my question about how close they can get.  And the
video.  You still willing to let my husband see it?"

   "Up close and personal if we let them," Mikaela said, giggling.  "And
sure.  He'll just be one of many."

   They began to discuss what would happen and how it would happen,
deciding right away that they'd do their acts one at a time so the audience
wouldn't have to decide which one to watch.

   "If we did it together, I wouldn't have to worry about being watched. 
With those hooters of yours, we know who they'd be watching.

   Mikaela shook her head.  "They are what they are, and it would be nice
to get a little money stuffed in somewhere, so we can pay for the outfits
we bought.  And, one other thing the guy mentioned, we should choose stage
names for that night."

   "That might be fun.  And should we decide now how far we're willing to
go?" Cass knew they'd be showing a little more than she'd shown in her two
adventures, but how much more?  And this was a first time for Mikaela. 
What was she willing to do?

   "We did buy those little G-strings."

   "Transparent G-strings," Cass added.

   "Have you tried yours on?"

   "No, not yet.  Why?"

   "That little solid piece at the bottom, at least on mine, is just long
enough to cover what it's supposed to cover.  Certain movements and it
gives a little peek."

   "I suppose I should try mine on then."

   Mikaela chuckled.  "Is that our limit?"

   "What happens if some guy yells, 'A hundred bucks to take off the
G-string.'"

   Mikaela looked at Cass, not saying anything.

   "Or two hundred bucks?"

   "What would you do?"

   "No fair.  I asked first," Cass said, chuckling.

   Mikaela took a deep breath.  "I will if you will."

   "Are you sure?  This is your first time doing this."

   She giggled.  "Yep, but I can't let you get ahead of me."

   Technically, Cass was ahead of Mikaela with her two episodes, but what
they were talking about was an order of magnitude above what she'd done. 
Of course, there was a little side issue with that second episode that Cass
wouldn't share with Mikaela.

   "So, do we play it by ear, or decide now to..." Cass paused.  "Get
naked."

   "In the stuff I watched, they kept talking about teasing, that teasing
was the best tool for a stripper.  So, maybe we keep them on, hoping
someone will challenge us, even though, eventually, it's going to happen."

   "I have a question for you.  I have a boyfriend." A little smile came
Cass's way.

   "Maybe we should get together to let the guys watch it." That would be a
new experience, sitting there with a strange man watching yourself do a
naked dance.

   "Let's do it," Mikaela said, an excited look on her face.

   Cass was beginning to realize that, although Mikaela asked to join her
for a flashing adventure, she was the more readily adventurous one.  Cass
vowed to do her best to keep up.

   They sat at the table and talked about the things Mikaela had seen
online, with occasional demonstrations.  Soon Cass was joining her as they
learned the sensual moves that would entertain their audience, and the
occasional talk of money encouraged them further.

   They chose some music, a total of three songs which meant they had about
fourteen minutes to fill.  They began to time their moves, and since there
were two of them, it would be very tight.  Mikaela solved it by contacting
the club, who agreed to allow them twice the normal time.  So, they had
nearly a half an hour for their "act."

   That evening Cass talked to Newt via Skype, naked, of course.  She told
him they could do the same the next night, but she had been invited out on
Saturday night and, giggling, told him she didn't know when she'd get home.
Newt seemed disappointed, but she knew he'd be happy on Sunday with what
she and Mikaela had planned.

   On Friday, they decided to rehearse their act wearing their new outfits.
Cass had her first view of a naked Mikaela and knew quickly who'd be the
"star" of the show.  They were big but amazingly shapely, with large areola
and pointy nipples.  In the transparent bras they had, she'd certainly have
the guys anxious to see them bare.  Since there were two of them, they
discussed what simple things they could do together, not lesbian stuff, but
maybe just helping each other shed their clothing.

   Cass had her Skype session with Newt, getting a lengthy report about the
trip and what was being accomplished.  The time difference resulted in the
session being cut short as Newt had to meet some co-workers for dinner.  He
let her know he was anxious for Sunday and told her to have fun with her
friends on Saturday.  She assured him she'd do her best, and even that
exchange had her heart pounding.

   *****

   Mikaela arrived at noon, five hours after Cass had rolled out of bed and
one hour after she'd showered and carefully shaved.  That would be
something Newt would love and would end the subtle hints he'd been sending
her way for several years.

   "Want some lunch?" Cass asked, smiling.

   "Are you going to have any?"

   "We should eat because we're not going to want to eat before we leave."

   "Maybe some chicken noodle soup."

   "I have some of that."

   When they'd finished the soup, it was only twelve thirty, so they had
another six hours to kill.  They went through their routine with no
mistakes, then decided to go to the mall and just brouse, knowing there was
an outside chance they'd spot something they could use in the act, some
gimmick or device that might enhance what they'd already planned.

   As the time grew closer, they dressed, nervously teased, and giggled
about what a change this would be for both of them.  They had decided to
begin their performance dressed in business suits with all the sexy gear
hidden.  At the club, they found that there were five acts in total, and
they were last.  The show would begin at eight o'clock, and they should go
on at about nine-thirty.  Some time with the sound guy giving him their
music and their flash drives since he handled the video as well.  They had
two cameras, so they'd have video from two perspectives.

   In the ready room, they met the other four "strippers." There were two
college students, a mid-twenties wife who'd finally accepted her husband's
dare, and a slightly older-looking lady who didn't share her background or
reasons for being there.  All seemed nervous, particularly the youngest
three, who Cass and Mikaela determined were probably going to limit
themselves to topless.  No hints from number four.  More probing determined
one college girl would lead off the evening; the mystery lady was to go
second, the dare lady third, followed by the second student.

   The room was set up with a door on the inside and a curtain on the
outside.  Once the program began, the door remained open, the curtain
making getting out and in simple.  Cass was to be "Destiny," and Mikaela
was "Sierra" for tonight, but, at the moment, Crystal was stepping out
through the curtain.  The back wall of the stage had several small
peepholes so anyone in the room could watch the stage.

   The music was playing, and Crystal was unbuttoning the dress she'd worn.
Cass decided she was a pretty girl who had not done a lot of preparation
for her dance.  She sort of danced, sometimes just walking and spinning in
her rather plain white bra and panties.  She finally unfastened the bra
revealing a shapely pair of breasts that she shook from side to side, her
face reddening.  She looked puzzled when two men approached the stage,
finally motioning for her to come to the edge.  She thought for a moment,
looked around, and went to the edge.

   "Pretty girl, the first one said, tucking a ten-dollar bill into the
waistband of her panties.

   "Nice tits, honey," the second guy said, tugging the waistband and
stuffing in another ten-dollar bill.

   A couple more dance steps, another shake of her breasts, and Crystal
exited the stage to applause and a few cheers.

   "I didn't know you could get money like that," she said, holding up the
two tens.

   "Oh, yeah," Mikaela said, "and you might want to gather up your clothing
too."

   She scooted out through the curtain and was back in ten seconds, a few
hoots accompanying her return.

   "Done, and now I'm gonna watch you guys and learn something."

   "You ain't gonna learn nothin' watchin' me," the older lady, whose stage
name was "Jane," said.  "Gettin' naked in front of people's on my bucket
list.  I don't wanna walk down the street buck naked, so I decided to do
this.  It'll be over quick."

   Jane was introduced, the music began, and she left the room.  It wasn't
exactly a dance she was doing as she unbuttoned her blouse, unzipped her
skirt, unsnapped her bra, and pushed her panties down her legs displaying
small droopy breasts and a thick dark muff.  A lap around the stage, and
she disappeared through the curtain.  And, when she was dressed, she
disappeared again.

   Next came Anastasia, the dare lady, who'd confided that her husband was
in the audience.  She danced very sensually, displayed shapely breasts with
thick extended nipples and a tiny G-string.  She obviously knew what she
was doing and was rewarded with three tens and a pair of twenties tucked
into the thin elastic band of her G-string, all of the guys getting a
closeup view of those nipples.

   "That should make him happy," she said when she was back in the room. 
"Now he'll want me to show it all, and I just might do it.  Go girl," she
said to Cheyenne, the next performer.  Cheyenne was tall, with a dark
complexion and black hair in a ponytail.  She was small-chested but had
long legs and what looked to be a nice butt.  She turned to Mikaela.

   "Should I take my bra off?" she asked nervously.

   "Up to you, but if you want any money, you'd better."

   "Yeah, I guess I will," she said quietly as her music began.

   There were three left in the small room, with Anastasia leaving to join
her husband in the audience.  Crystal was still there, repeating that she
was anxious to see the two ladies in business suits perform.  All were
curious to see what Cheyenne would do.

   "Do you think she might be Native American?" Crystal asked, peering
through one of the small openings.

   "I bet she could be," Cass said.  "Whatever, check that walk."

   Cheyenne was using her long legs, her four-inch heels, and her ample ass
to advantage, moving around the stage about as sensually as possible while
still fully dressed.  She slowly unzipped the back of the dress, then took
nearly two circuits of the stage to get it off, drawing several calls to
get it off.  That left only a small lacy bra and an even smaller pair of
panties.  She was obviously quite flexible, and she moved with a sinuous
grace that both Cass and Mikaela wished they could match.

   A few loud calls, and she slipped the bra straps off her shoulders,
turned her back to the crowd, and unclasped it, tossing it on top of her
dress.  Arms spread, she spun around, displaying two small but perfectly
cone-shaped breasts.  Several hoots and three guys came to the stage,
beckoning Cheyenne to the front.  The money tucked in securely, she stepped
back a ways, and cupping her hands over her breasts, she quickly grasped
both nipples, extending and twisting them.  More hoots and two more men
came forward waving twenty-dollar bills, which joined the other money in
her panties.  One whispered to her, and she stooped, so those now-red
nipples were in front of his face.  Another ten dollars went into the
waistband.

   "For someone who wasn't sure she wanted to bare those things, that was
quite a performance," Mikaela said with raised eyebrows.  "And she's still
out there." But not for long as she waved to the crowd, grabbed her bra and
dress, and was quickly through the curtain.  She looked from Cass to
Mikaela.

   "I wasn't even thinking," she said, "and it hurt, too," she added,
giggling.  "Now we get to watch you two, right, Crystal?"

   "Can't wait.  You guys are on."

   That last four words energized nerves in the last two performers, each
dressed in a skirt, a man's dress shirt with a tie, a suit jacket, black
thigh-highs, their special bra and panties, all moving around on five-inch
heels.  They heard the introduction, and the music started.  They smiled,
squeezed hands, and went through the curtain.  They had decided the early
undressing would be done together.

   Both walked around the stage, slowly with short steps and hips swinging,
making eye contact with as many of the men as possible Skirts were unzipped
and slowly lowered to the floor to a few hoots and whistles.  Cass undid
her tie, pulled it from around her neck, and twirled it above her head. 
She held it in front of her, lifted one leg, and stepped over the tie,
pulling it up tight against her crotch, sliding it back and forth, mouth
open and eyes closed.  A man ran to the stage.

   "Twenty bucks for the tie."

   Still sliding it back and forth, she said breathily, "I paid that much
for it." She opened her eyes and smiled, licking her lips.

   "Fifty."

   One more slide, and she lifted it to her lips and kissed the tie,
handing it to the man.  She extended her hip; the fifty dollars was tucked
into the G-string.

   Mikaela bumped hips with Cass, pushing her aside with a laugh.  She
pulled off her coat, then the tie, and finally the shirt, exposing the
transparent bra.  Lots of hooting, applause, and whistles followed that. 
Mikaela echoed Cass's tie act, pumping her hips in time with sliding it
back and forth.  A kiss to the tie, and she collected her fifty dollars
from one of the four men who'd rushed to the stage.  At the back of the
stage, Cass had taken off the dress shirt.

   Mikaela was going first, and she walked slowly around the stage, making
eye contact with men, even winking occasionally.  She finally stopped,
spread her legs, and squatted, her arms in motion.  The tiny G-string was
doing its best to part her labia, not quite successful yet, but making a
bit of headway.  That's certainly where the eyes of the front row were
concentrated, and her efforts at making eye contact were for naught.

   She twisted sideways, hiding the invading G-string but highlighting her
impressive breasts.  She slowly stood and turned her back to the crowd,
squatting again, showing her bare ass since the tiny string was buried
between her cheeks.  Of course, it also gave an abbreviated view of her
labia which had swallowed a bit more of the G-string.

   Lots of cheers and hoots, and two of the guys right in front of her
eagerly stuffed some bills into the waistband, carefully checking the
G-string as they did.

   It was Cass's turn, and she took Mikaela's place in the center of the
stage, laying down on her back.  She slowly arched her back, then raised
both legs, her toes pointing to the ceiling, A slight bicycling motion,
then her legs spread wide,, then back together.  She slowly stood, bending
to touch her ankles, then sliding her hands up her legs to her knees, and
finally quickly straightening and tossing her hair back, her chest thrust
forward.

   Some hoots and hollers from the crowd and the calls of "take it off"
began.  With a

   smile, Cass unfastened the front of her little bra, which clung to her
breasts despite the gap in the middle.  She walked to one end of the stage,
smiled again, winking a couple of times, and grasped the two sides of the
bra.  It quickly swung open and closed again.  Another teasing look from
Cass, and it swung open once more and then twice.  Lots of yowls and howls
now.

   She moved to the other end of the stage and repeated the performance,
then to the middle.  More "take it off" calls as she turned her back to the
audience, spread her arms once more, and dropped the bra to the floor.  She
slowly bent forward until her head was almost to the floor, her bare
breasts in clear view between her legs.  She moved her body, so they swung
from side to side, then stood and gave everyone a clear view.

   A line quickly formed, and her tiny waistband was soon full of bills. 
This was going better than she'd hoped.  She took a deep breath, realizing
she'd done it--topless in front of a group of men, her bare breasts in full
view.  She also realized there was more to come, and soon.  She moved out
of the way as Mikaela headed to the front of the stage to more calls of
"take it off." They had worked that out.

   At the front of the stage, smiling and winking, she received a loud
reception.  She bent from the waist and grasped her ankles, lifting her
head so that her breasts could be seen, the small bra not hiding much. 
Cass crept up behind her, finger to lips in a shushing gesture.  She
unclasped Mikaela's bra, and it dropped to the floor, her breasts dropping
partway with it, a shocked look on her face.  Cass took hold of her hips,
moving them from side to side, the extended breasts swinging back and forth
in time with her hips.

   Cheers, applause, hoots, and whistles, plus a line of men with money
anxious to get closer to those gorgeous hooters.  Mikaela dropped to her
knees, making it easier to reach the tucking-in spot.  One by one, they
stuffed money into her waistband, their faces a foot from her now-extended
nipples, those boobs jiggling tantalizingly each time she moved.  When the
line was gone, she went to their pile of clothing, clearing her G-string of
the cash, dropping it on the pile along with what Cass had put there.  They
began dancing as provocatively as possible, waiting for what they knew
would eventually happen.

   It was only a minute in coming, the rhythmic chanting of "take it off,
take it off." Both ladies continued dancing, raising their eyebrows and
smiling.  Just as predicted, they heard a loud voice.

   "A hundred bucks to take off those bottoms."

   Both ladies shrugged, their minds in gear.  It was one thing to say
those words, totally naked, but it was different when you were standing in
front of a large crowd of mostly men, yelling and whistling and wanting you
to bare your most private parts so they could ogle them.  But they both
knew that was the plan.  Then there was a second voice.

   "Two hundred bucks to whoever takes that little thing off and hands it
to me."

   The ladies looked at each other, not sure what to do.  But it was
quickly solved.

   "I'll match that, and we'll flip to see which is which."

   Both men came to the stage accompanied by applause and cheers.  Each
looked from Mikaela to Cass and back.  The taller good-looking guy seemed
to be checking out Cass, her face, and also her very shapely boobs.

   "Listen," he said to the other man, "we can flip if you want, but I'll
be happy with the little bottom from this one.  He smiled at Cass, and she
brought her hand to her chest so he'd be sure to see her wedding ring.

   Number two smiled at Mikaela.  "Fine with me."

   "What should I do with these C-notes if you're gonna hand me those?"

   Cass extended her hand, took the two bills, and deposited them on their
pile.  As she returned, she was deciding how to strip off the G-string. 
How much of a show was appropriate?

   She walked to the edge of the stage, about three feet higher than the
main floor.  That put Mr.  Two Hundred's face about the same height as...
He would get a bit of a view no matter what.  With a smile, she slid the
tiny thing to her knees, then lifted her right leg, pulling it out of the
tiny strings.  The left leg followed.  She brought it to her face and
kissed it, handing it to the man.

   "You don't disappoint, do you?  Your man is a lucky guy." He headed back
to his seat, his purchase grasped tightly in his hand.

   Mikaela gave her guy a similar show.  They were both naked except for
hose and heels.

   Mikaela whispered something to Cass, whose mouth dropped open.  She
nodded, and they began to dance, aware now of their bare bodies...that were
being carefully watched.  It was different than flashing boobs on a side
street.  But their time was nearly up, and they were ready for the finale.
They'd each practiced separately, mostly for fun, never dreaming they'd do
it.  At least that's the way Cass had felt, but Mikaela had other ideas.

   They stopped dancing, standing a few feet apart.  Both of them were very
flexible and began sliding their feet, heading for dual splits.  More loud
cheers and whistles as everyone got a fleeting view of those two places
just revealed.  More money flew onto the stage, was gathered, combined with
the earlier stash, clothes were gathered, and the two exited through the
curtain.

   Crystal and Cheyenne were waiting for them.

   "You guys have to be pros, so, no fair," Crystal said, laughing.

   "It was so exciting, but I think I was trembling the whole time.  We've
never done anything like that before." Cass was pulling on her clothes, an
odd assortment to wear home, minus the G-string, of course.

   The voting had taken place, and the host brought two fifty-dollar bills
to the small room, handing one to Cass and another to Mikaela, telling them
to come back anytime.  When he'd left, they handed the money to Crystal and
Cheyenne, who insisted they take it back.

   "We wanted to get enough money to pay for the special clothes we'd
bought." She laughed.  "We didn't pay two hundred dollars each for those
G-strings."

   "We're splitting the money, and I'm guessing there's between four and
five hundred dollars for each of us," Mikaela added, "and I'm sure you two
can use this."

   "Thank you," they both echoed, then looked at each other.

   "We were talking while you two were out there.  Do you happen to do
daring stuff like this very often?" Chrystal asked.

   "This is my first time," Mikaela said with a giggle, "but Cass here is a
pro."

   "Hardly.  A couple of flashes is all."

   Cheyenne handed Cass a folded paper.

   "Our contact information in case you'd like company the next time."

   The four headed to the parking lot, still tingling from an exciting
evening.

   "So, can you and your boyfriend go with me tomorrow to pick up Newt?"

   "Sure, and we can explain to both of them what's going on and then go to
your place to watch the video."

   "We can have pizza delivered."

   They rode in silence for a few minutes.

   "What do you think will happen after they see the video?" Mikaela asked,
an almost nervous tenor to her voice.

   "What do you think your guy's reaction will be?"

   "He's been my boyfriend long enough that I think I know him pretty well.
He'll love it.  And, he'll keep looking at you, trying to link what he's
just seen with who he's seeing.  He'll want to do more," she added,
nodding. "What about Newt?"

   Cass chuckled.  "Pretty much the same.  And Newt will give those
double-D's a good looking over."

   "Whatever, Mikaela laughed.

   More talking, and they were at Cass's house.

   "See you and?"

   "Caleb."

   "Tomorrow at three in the afternoon,"

   "You bet," Mikaela replied.

   Just before three, Mikaela and Caleb arrived at Cass's, and
introductions were made.  Cass decided he was a good-looking guy who seemed
to go well with Mikaela, at least physically.  On the ride to the airport,
it was obvious that he was curious about what this was all about, Mikaela
having done a good job of tormenting him with possibilities.  Cass smiled
at that since soon it would be her turn to do the same with Newt, who she
knew would be ready for more than teasing.  But, they still had a week
before the kids returned, so there were lots of possibilities.

   Text messages were exchanged, and Newt was waiting when Cass pulled up
to the Arriving Flights doors.  He looked into the car and then at Cass,
obviously puzzled, before heading toward the trunk with his luggage.

   "Um, who are they?" he asked after receiving a welcoming kiss from Cass.

   "I'll introduce you."

   "This is a friend of mine, Mikaela Mahoney, and her boyfriend, Caleb
Daniels."

   "Nice to meet both of you," he said from the driver's seat, still
looking puzzled.

   "We have a surprise for you and for Caleb," Cass began, "and we think
you'll both enjoy it."

   "What kind of surprise?"

   "No hints, so it'll be a total surprise, right, Mikaela?"

   "Absolutely.  I don't think either of you will be disappointed."

   Cass noticed Newt checking the rearview mirror, trying to get some views
of Mikaela, she was sure.

   "Mikaela and I met when I was, um, shopping, and we discovered we had
some things in common, and we've gotten to know each other while you were
away." A big smile toward the back seat.  "And I just got to meet Caleb
today." Her mind was saying, and pretty soon he'll be seeing my bare tits,
and you'll be seeing hers.  That was almost harder to deal with than the
stage at the club.

   More get-acquainted chatter and they were pulling into the driveway, the
"surprise" looming before them.  Once inside, Newt wasn't going to forget
about it.

   "So, what is the surprise?" he asked with a big smile.

   Cass knew he was probably anxious to get to the bedroom, tolerating the
surprise because of their guests.  She glanced at Mikaela, who nodded
gently.  Cass had prepared ahead of time, the computer attached to the TV
as she'd seen Newt do.  She'd previewed both tapes, and one was better than
the other, i.e., showed more than the other.  She picked up the flash
drive.

   "We're going to watch a video, and no questions are allowed until it's
over, okay."

   This time Newt glanced at Caleb, who shrugged.

   "Deal?" Cass questioned.

   "Sure," Newt said, his response echoed by Caleb.

   Cass turned on the TV, booted the computer, and plugged in the flash
drive.  The anticipation had been building, and the time had arrived.

   The big screen lit up, and in just a few seconds, Cass and Mikaela
appeared in their business suits and the five-inch heels, strutting
sensuously around the stage.  Both ladies were much more interested in
watching the men's faces than in watching the screen.  There were two sets
of very wide eyes.

   Both ladies stripped off their skirts, straddled their ties and, slid
them back and forth on their crotch, then sold them.  Now the men were
stealing glances at the women.  Jackets were off, each performed a sexy
stunt, and then Cass approached one end of the stage, facing directly into
the camera.  She flashed her breasts once, then twice, and three times. 
She could see Newt chewing his lower lip.

   Next came the other end of the stage, the flashing giving an excellent
profile view of her breasts and extended nipples.  Flash number three took
place in the center, and then, with her back to the camera, her bra came
off, she bent down, and when she turned, there they were in full display.
From the corner of her eye, she could see Caleb looking at her,
transferring the picture on the screen to the lady sitting just a few feet
from him.

   But it was Mikaela's turn, and she was on hands and knees smiling at the
crowd when Cass sneaked up behind her and loosened her bra, letting it fall
away.  The camera had a perfect view of her two huge breasts, first just
hanging, then swinging, as Cass moved her from side to side.  A little
dancing and then...

   The camera had sound capability, so they had been hearing the applause,
hoots, cheers, and calls to take it off.  Now they could hear the
bargaining about the G-strings, and very quickly, both were very naked,
except for the hose and heels.  The final thing was the dual splits.  Money
and clothing were gathered, and the stage was empty when the video ended.

   There was a moment of silence.

   Newt turned his head.  "That looked just like you in that video," he
said, smiling.

   "And Mikaela, too," Cass added.

   "Was just going to suggest that," Caleb said.

   "So, how was it?" Newt asked.

   "Couldn't you tell from the video?"

   "There were lots of smiles...which is a little surprising based on the
Cass I know."

   "Well," she said, " we've been..." She paused, wondering if she should
continue with what she'd started.  "We've been experimenting," her cheeks
reddened, " and I decided to do a little on my own."

   "So, this wasn't your first time?"

   "Just a couple of quick flashes."

   "So, my dear Mikaela, how did you get to be a part of this?  And have
you been experimenting too?" Caleb joined the conversation.

   "This is my first one, and I ran into Cass on one of hers.  It seemed
exciting, so I asked if I could join her on her next one.  I have to admit
that I wasn't expecting this, but wow."

   "So, can we expect that you two will want to do more adventures?" Newt
asked with an expectant look on his face.

   Cass smiled at Mikaela.  "Sure, but we might need some help."

   Smiles and nods of agreement from the two men.

   "You know," Newt said thoughtfully, "the video was beyond belief, but we
weren't there, were we, Caleb?"

   "You're right," Caleb answered, guessing where Newt was headed.

   "Encore, encore," Newt called.

   Cass laughed.  "We can't since we sold parts of our outfits."

   "I vote for the encore, and I just thought of something else."

   "Hold that thought," Mikaela broke in.  "I think there are some ladies
clubs where they have male strippers."

   "Wait, wait," Newt said, laughing.

   "Yeah, we'll do an encore if you guys will favor us with a show." Cass
was shaking her head.

   Newt had enjoyed watching Mikaela in the video, but to see that pair
live and just a few feet away was very enticing.

   Caleb had Mikaela, but there was something about Cass, the whole Cass,
that was fascinating to him, and he was willing to put on his own show to
see her up close.

   "Now for the thought I've been holding.  This looks like an extended
evening, so why don't we order pizza delivered...and the ladies can flip to
see which one answers the door topless.

   "Thanks for that option," Mikaela snorted.

   "You said you were looking for more adventures, so I'm helping."

   "I don't think that's what we were thinking of in the way of help."

   "We'll both go to the door," Cass said, giggling and getting into the
mood of the evening.  "One will pay, and the other will take the pizzas."

   "Even better," Caleb said, nodding.  "Now what?"

   "Since we know what we're doing, we'll go first.  Should we skip the
business suits?"

   "Oh, yeah," Newt said.

   The ladies disappeared upstairs to get ready.

   "So, what do we do?" Newt said with a shrug.

   "Have you watched stuff on the net with male strippers and stuff?" Caleb
asked.

   "Yeah, some."

   "Those guys have lots of women around that they tease with.  We only
have two."

   "So, are you asking if we can, well, each tease...two women?"

   "I guess.  If they don't like it, they'll tell us." Caleb nodded. 
"Mikaela said you guys have two kids."

   "Yeah, they're at the grandparents for two weeks, one of them gone."

   "Your wife looks fantastic, Newt.  I was amazed that she had children."

   Newt chuckled.  "She's special, for sure.  And, as you probably caught,
things have heated up recently and quickly.  Then, there's the video."

   "I've hinted to Mikaela about something like that, but her doing it was
a total surprise.  Nice that she happened across Cass."

   The ladies appeared, and despite having just seen the video, seeing them
now in the tiny bras, bikini panties, thigh highs, and the five-inch heels
had two hearts pounding.

   The men sat, and the women began their music-less dancing.  They had
obviously used Cass's mist bottle to make their bodies glisten.  Mikaela
moved away, and Cass moved sensuously from Newt to Caleb and back.  She
bent and removed one shoe, then put her foot in Newt's lap.  He slowly
removed the thigh high, sliding his fingers along her leg.  She bent and
replaced the shoe and moved sensuously to Caleb.  Mikaela had shared
Caleb's words with her.

   She removed her shoe and placed her foot in his lap, surprised at the
feelings she was experiencing.  He mimicked Newt, pulling the hosiery down,
his fingers sliding along her very shapely leg.  He continued along the
bottom of her foot, tickling her and causing her to jerk.  She bent and
replaced the shoe.

   Cass stepped away from Caleb, then turned her back toward him.  He was
the newcomer here, the crowd at the club concentrated into one person.  If
she was doing a special show, it was for Caleb--Newt would get his shows in
private.  In an instant, she decided not to hold back, to make this show,
well, a good one.

   Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and spread it wide, finally
letting it fall to the floor.  When she turned to face Caleb, her hands
covered her breasts.  She quickly moved one, then the other, giving teasing
looks to what she knew he wanted to see.  She began to move her body very
sinuously and sensuously, squeezing her breasts and moving them from side
to side.

   Her hands moved, a thumb and finger grasping each nipple, extending them
and her breasts.  She released the nipples, stepped forward, and put her
hands on the arms of Caleb's chair, swinging her breasts back and forth in
front of his face.  She knew they didn't swing like Mikaela's would but
didn't care.  When she'd worn that shirt with the huge sleeve openings,
she'd been touched.  She wondered what Caleb was thinking; would he like to
touch them too?

   She straightened and took a few steps to Newt's chair.  She knew what he
was thinking.  Hands on the arm of his chair, she bent slightly, letting
her's swing, gently bumping his face.  He leaned back, smiled, and tucked
his thumbs into the waistband of her thong.  She watched his eyebrows raise
in question.  Her big smile answered the question.

   The thong was quickly on the floor, and Cass was naked except for her
heels.  She decided to simply spin around twice, then move to Caleb.  She
was amazed at the feelings racing through her body.  She'd been naked at
the club and close to the man who purchased her G-string, but it was
momentary.  This would be closer...and as long as she chose to make it. 
She had something in mind but hadn't decided yet.

   She stood in front of Caleb, watching him watching her body.  She
decided.  Cass turned so that she was facing away from him.  Very slowly,
she spread her legs slightly, then bent from the waist and took hold of her
ankles.  Once more, she wondered what Caleb might be thinking.  She slowly
straightened and without looking at Caleb, moved to Newt, repeating what
she'd just done.  After a few seconds, she straightened and turned to
Mikaela.

   "Your turn," she said, stepping aside and anxious to see what Mikaela
had in store for the guys.

   She went straight to Newt, kicked off her shoes, and leaned in close to
him, speaking in a very suggestive voice.

   "Without touching me, unfasten it."

   Newt reached around her knowing he couldn't do it without some touching
but did notice the very pleasant aroma of her perfume.  The unfastening was
quickly complete, the bra dropped away, but she didn't move.  He knew those
luscious mammaries were right there, occasionally bumping against his
shirt. At last, she stepped backward, and there they were, milky white and
smooth skin, tan areolas, and darker tan nipples.  She bent over much
deeper this time, smiled at Newt, and began the swinging.  At full swing,
Newt was sure he could hear them slapping against her sides.

   Mikaela stood and moved to Caleb.  "Hi, babe," she said softly, jiggling
her breasts in his face.  His turn to lower a thong.

   "You gonna give Newt a show?" he asked loud enough for all to hear.

   "Should i?" She turned her head and smiled at Newt.

   "Well, Cass did well by me."

   As she moved toward him, Newt was thinking that what had begun as a
rerun of the act at the club had moved to something with significant sexual
overtones.  And Cass, of all people, had been the instigator, at least of
the sexual part.  And the men were going to be the ones baring themselves
before too long.

   But she was right in front of him now, naked.

   "Lean back." Mikaela was licking her lips.

   Newt leaned back in his chair, watching her step up onto the seat,
getting a very pleasant view.  She stepped up again, one foot on each of
the wide, soft arms.  With her feet three feet apart, Newt had a perfect
view of Mikaela's womanhood as it pumped back and forth above his face.  He
gripped the chair arms tightly to keep his hands from roaming to where they
didn't belong.

   "Can you help me step down?" she asked, extending a hand.

   This part of the show was over.

   "Men or pizza?" Cass asked.

   "You guys have anything to do for the rest of the day?" Caleb looked
from Newt to Cass.

   "Nope," was the unison reply.

   Cass called, and thirty to forty minutes was the delivery estimate. 
That would make the delivery arrive at about seven-thirty.

   "So, what will we wear?"

   Cass shrugged.  "How about jeans?  We're about the same size...from the
waist down."

   That brought four laughs.

   The ladies went upstairs to select their jeans, and Newt turned to
Caleb.

   "Did you have trouble keeping your hands under control?"

   "Holy shit, I did, and I'm guessing you did two."

   "That sure went from a repeat of the strip show to sexual teasing pretty
quickly.  And it was Cass that kind of started it.  You won't believe that,
just a few weeks ago, she wouldn't wear a blouse that showed even a tiny
bit of cleavage." Newt chuckled.  "Thank goodness, in private, she was very
different."

   "Well, Mikaela was a lot like that, but this thing with Cass has shown
another side of her.  And tonight, she wasn't going to be outdone." He
winked at Newt.  Those are two HOT women."

   "Not going to argue with that."

   "I'm going to take a photo when the pizza guy gets here.  And,
hopefully, it's not a female.  If it's a guy, he's going to get a real
treat."

   The ladies returned in nicely tight jeans and, apparently, nothing else.
Both Newt and Caleb decided that sitting and talking with two attractive
and topless women was the way to go.  They shared information, finding that
Caleb was a CPA, Mikaela worked as a design consultant for a large
department store, Newt headed the financial group for a large car dealer,
and Cass was a stay-at-home mom.  Finally, the doorbell rang.

   The ladies ran to the door, ready for this adventure.  Cass opened the
door.

   "Hello," she said, Mikaela beside her."

   "Hello, um," the young delivery guy said, eyes wide and looking from one
to the other

   "Oh, wait," Mikaela said.  "Honey, do you have money for a tip?" she
called over her shoulder.

   "Sure," Caleb answered.  "Come get it."

   Mikaela ran back into the living room, her boobs bouncing.

   "How's your evening going?" Cass asked, smiling.

   "It just gets better and better," he replied, staring at her chest.

   Mikaela was back quickly with a bill she handed to the delivery guy. 
Cass took the boxes of pizza and smiled.

   The delivery guy's eyes were in high-speed motion.  "Um," he said,
"maybe you should check to see if these are what you ordered."

   "Good idea," Cass said, handing one of the boxes to Mikaela.  Cass
opened her box and checked.  "Pepperoni and sausage.  That's one we
ordered. Check yours."

   Mikaela opened her box, the lid bumping one breast.  When she pushed it
further open, the breast bounced back into place.  She giggled.

   "Oops, and this looks like Hawaiian." Another giggle as she carefully
moved the box away from her body to close the lid.

   Cass stepped away from the door.  "Thanks." It appeared the delivery guy
wasn't too anxious to leave.  She closed the door and turned to see both
Caleb and Newt with their phones, having recorded the whole thing.

   "Good job, ladies," Newt said.  "Let's eat."

   The pizza was good, particularly since everyone was hungry, and there
was lots of laughter and teasing, including Newt licking a piece of
pepperoni off Cass's nipple and Caleb doing the same with a piece of
pineapple off Mikaela's.  When the pizza was gone, it was time.

   "Male strippers on tap," Cass yelled.

   "Can't wait," Mikaela said, seconding the idea.

   "Unlike you guys, we haven't had time to plan, so give us a couple of
minutes, okay?" Caleb asked.

   "Sure.  We'll keep busy somehow."

   The two men retreated to the other room to plan.

   "What's to plan?" Caleb said.  We just take off our clothes.

   "I just got an idea.  Upstairs, hiding in my dresser from a few years
ago, are two jock straps.  If we replace our boxers with those, it might
give the girls a little extra kick, you know."

   "Let's do it."

   Upstairs they changed, laughed, then made a decision.

   "So, um, how about you dance for Cass, and I dance for Mikaela."

   "Was thinking the same thing," Caleb replied.  "And we can do it at the
same time and see what reaction we get.  We may want to stop and watch, you
know."

   "Perfect, let's go."

   Back in the family room, they found the ladies seated comfortably,
waiting for the show to begin.  The men were ready, but uncertainly ready
as they'd never done anything of this nature previously.

   "We decided to do our stuff at the same time," Newt said, smiling at
Mikaela.

   "You'd better get started, then," she answered, wiggling her eyebrows.
"I'm ready."

   As both men began moving their bodies in a sexual manner, Cass smiled at
Caleb.

   "Why don't you stop for a while, and we'll just watch?"

   "Um," he said, pausing his movements, "we'd agreed to--"

   "--Let's watch," she interrupted, patting the seat beside her.  "I'm
sure you'd like to see what those two are going to do."

   Caleb shrugged and wedged himself into the chair beside Cass.

   "I guess we're the main attraction," Newt said, smiling at Mikaela.

   "Not us, you, so, get it off."

   Newt unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.  The shoes were next, and
then he loosened his belt and zipper, feigning their removal several times
before sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them.

   "Whoa," Mikaela said.  " Now, there's something I've never seen before."

   Stripping in front of a topless Mikaela had Newt's jockstrap fully
loaded and Newt a bit uncomfortable.  Mikaela leaned forward in her chair,
anticipating the big reveal.

   Across the room, Cass was watching her husband about to reveal his cock
to another woman, realizing, of course, that turnabout is fair play.  And
she had Caleb's reveal to look forward to.

   Newt turned his back to Mikaela and flexed his glutes.  She giggled and
gave each one a smack.  Her sharp touch didn't do a thing to ease the
pressure he was feeling, so he decided to ease that pressure, slowly, and
he hoped enticingly pulling the jockstrap off, his erection bouncing to
attention, a foot from Mikaela's smiling face.

   Her immediate reaction was to take hold of it--that's what she usually
did--but this was a little different.  Newt wasn't "her guy." But she did
check out that thing waving in front of her face.  He'd gotten a good view
of her earlier; this was her turn.  She couldn't help but wonder what the
future might hold.

   Cass was waiting, anxious to see what was hiding in Caleb's pants since
her total experience with cocks was Newt's.  He seemed to sense that and
teased her, even when down to his jockstrap.  He moved it back and forth,
pulled at the edges giving her brief peeks, until finally taking it off,
giving her plenty of time for visual observation.  Like Mikaela, her first
impulse was to grab hold of it...with something.

   Now, due to the pizza delivery, the women were topless while the men
were naked.

   "You guys are welcome to spend the night," Newt said.  "Plenty of room."

   A quick glance at Mikaela and Caleb said, "Tomorrow is Monday, and we
both need to go to work.  We'd better head out."

   Mikaela nodded agreement.  "He's right, but let's get together tomorrow
evening for dinner.  Maybe we can plan one more adventure for this week."

   Newt chuckled.  "I'll reserve a booth at Benson's.  Is seven o'clock
okay?"

   "We'll be there."

   They dressed and, after hugs, left.

   "He likes your tits, you know."

   Cass giggled.  "He likes those big ones that she has."

   "Yeah, but when you grabbed your nipples and stretched everything out,
that was hot."

   "Like this?" She asked, repeating what she'd done before.  "Oh, look. 
Something likes it."

   "Take those jeans off, and I'll show you how much it likes it.  And I
know the lights are on, but we'll be down here on the floor."

   They were, and what happened next was totally satisfying for both of
them.

   "So, we're meeting them tomorrow to talk about possible future
adventures.  You going to do a solo tomorrow?"

   Cass wondered how Newt had figured that out.  She wanted to do something
but hadn't decided what yet.

   "Should i?"
   "Be sure to take photos.  Can't wait to see what's coming next."