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 ï>¿Nude Therapy by luv2custrip

   Nude Therapy - Phase 02

   Now that naked ladies have our attention, they reveal more.

   I had to accept Mandy's invitation: how could I not?  She had told me
about her fantasy that she and her husband wanted to turn into reality: a
few trusted men are invited over for an elegant dinner.  As an after-dinner
treat, Mandy climbs up on the table and strips nude.  She proceeds to give
every male present an intimate show of her every body part.  If any man
feels the need, condoms are provided and he may relieve himself under the
table.

   I had already seen every intimate body part of Mandy earlier that year,
as she had participated in Nude Therapy at work.  Not only had she given
her quarterly sales presentation nude, she had thereafter intimately
displayed herself to me in the privacy of her office.

   I didn't really know what to expect as I rode the elevator up to their
private luxury suite.  Mandy's husband was some kind of financial guru...
would he be there watching as his lovely wife stripped and entertained us?

   I walked down the plush hallway to 17A with my heart actually pounding
in my chest.  I was a grown man but I felt as if I was showing up at my
girlfriend's apartment when her parents were finally away to have sex for
the very first time.

   The door chime was answered by someone totally unexpected: she was a
tall, leggy, short-haired blonde in her mid to late thirties-- and she was
wearing a deep red robe that came to mid-thigh, closed with a black sash.

   "Hello!  It looks as though I'm playing hostess tonight...  not one of
my best talents but anyway...  come on in!  Welcome!"

   What the...  this was already turning out to be a much different
experience from what I had been expecting!

   She led me through their well-appointed living room which seemed to have
extra recliners and an out-of-place daybed recently added.  There were what
looked like privacy screens leaning against the walls.  What the hell...

   "I'm Linda, by the way, and we girls have already eaten.  This dinner is
for you five gentlemen."

   I introduced myself.  I had to ask: "And you are...?"

   She laughed.  "I'm not sure if I'm a guest or part of the after-dinner
entertainment!" She stopped just outside of the dining room and put her
hand on my chest.  I do love when women do that and wish I could
reciprocate.

   I had a closer look at Linda.  Late thirties, I guessed; a very pretty
face with soulful brown eyes and an easy smile.  I already liked her
immensely, even though I still had no idea why she was here, or why she was
dressed in a shortie robe.

   "It's going to get...  a little crazy after dinner.  But...  if you know
Mandy, and the causes she takes up..." Linda rolled her eyes theatrically.

   "Oh," I replied, "I think I'll be able to handle myself."

   She actually seemed to suppress a giggle.  "We'll see who's handling
whom-- after dinner!" and then she led me into the dining room.

   There were four other men already seated at the modern but ornate table.
Two were gray-haired, distinguished-looking older gentleman, one was a dark
blonde about my age, the last a very young man, dark hair and olive skin.
They all nodded and acknowledged me quietly.  And here I was-- last to
arrive, but allegedly fifteen minutes early.

   Mandy and her husband came in from what seemed to be the kitchen area,
as if my being seated set off some kind of alarm.  Hubby was a constantly
grinning guy who was prematurely balding.  He seemed short compared to
Mandy, but he was built as if he lived at the gym.

   Now as to Mandy.  I'm guessing she was forty or so.  She had waves of
shoulder length blonde hair, and she had her own perpetual smile.  Mandy's
smile always suggested that she was thinking of doing or saying something
that was especially naughty.  She was the unchallengeable queen of
innuendo.

   And she was wearing the same deep-red, thigh high robe as hostess Linda.

   Mandy looked around the room and met my eyes.  I deliberately raised my
eyebrows and she did the same.  I stuck my tongue out a little and so did
she.  We both stopped just before we would've collapsed laughing.  There
was a definite undefined sexual tension in the room, unmitigated by the
presence of two women who may have been wearing nothing at all under their
short matching robes.

   Linda for some reason was standing behind me.  I nearly jumped when she
started massaging my shoulders.

   Mr.  Mandy spoke first (I soon learned his name was Glenn with two N's.)
"Welcome everyone to our home!  This is sure to be a most unusual occasion:
an excellent dinner, followed by some...  unprecedented after-dinner
activities.  My lovely wife will explain more, but first..."

   He got close to Mandy and whispered.  She shrugged and nodded.  And then
Glenn with two N's untied his wife's robe, pulled it off her shoulders, and
finally all the way off her nude body.

   Mandy took a deep breath and straightened herself up...  which had an
amazing effect on her amazing, shimmering 38D breasts.

   All of us were so entranced by this sudden appearance of all of Mandy's
sweet naked curves that we were collectively holding our breath.  As we
breathed again the whole room felt warmer...  or was it that every inch of
her newly revealed skin was exuding heat?

   Mandy started blushing and it seemed as if we all followed her reddening
skin down from her shyly smiling cheeks, down to her long proud neck, down
to her kissable shoulders and finally flowing all the way down to her
magnificent breasts.

   How were they magnificent?  Even as she was standing with her arms
casually behind her, we could all trace how their perfect roundness started
with an enticingly bold curve from under each of her arms.  Follow that
curve outward and down and they each exploded into molded spheres of
rose-tipped female flesh.

   Mandy's nipples were perpetually hard little buttons that seemed to have
been crafted for licks and bites.  Her matching rose-pink aureole were so
delicate and un-wrinkly for a mature woman...  they were the aureole of
some sweet young girl.

   Mandy's belly wasn't totally flat but gently rounded.  We all probably
knew that she had two children, but years of her being a jogging fanatic
had erased any trace of stretch marks.  Her belly button was so cute and so
well-defined I wondered if all the men in the room had the same idea of
pouring sweet wine into that little cavity and lopping it up with our eager
tongues as she giggled and the liquid spilled all over.

   Suddenly Linda leaned in close.  And I knew what I was feeling against
my neck, against the back of my head: her naked breasts.  I started to
whirl around but she whispered "shh...  shh.  You'll see it all, soon
enough." Then she kissed my cheek and moved on to the gentleman on my
right, an older man in his sixties who had quietly introduced himself as
"James."

   As Linda strolled over the three or four feet between our chairs, I took
in her long, lean -- and now nude-- dancer's body.  She was taller than I
thought at first glance; probably 5' 8" or 5' 9 in bare feet.

   I had a fine view of her long, gently-muscled legs from those bare feet
all the way up to her jutting naked ass.  I wasn't just a leg man, I was a
leg connoisseur.

   The ideal way to examine a beautiful pair of legs is to have the woman
slowly raise up the hem of her below-knee skirt or dress...  all the way up
to panty-level, if she's wearing them.  Of course the true connoisseur is
circling her the entire time.

   Once the skirt or dress is fully lifted and hopefully dispensed with,
the real examination is physical.  You start with the muscles between her
ankles and her knees.  You have her stand on one leg, then the other.  You
especially have her stand on tiptoe to feel her muscular strength.

   Finally you must stand behind her and place your hands on her upper
thighs, directly below her delta.  Now simply tell her to flex those
beautiful legs and even try to crush your hands between her thighs.  You
will feel how powerful women truly are.  You will realize our fantasies of
delicate little flowers are bullshit.

   Linda knew I was closely examining her legs as well as the rest of her
as she started massaging James's shoulders.  He was simply leaning back,
eyes half-closed, enjoying it.  I wondered just how much Mandy's naked
fantasy had evolved over time, and how much these other men were even more
in on the latest version than I.

   Back to Mandy and, just before she started speaking, I saw that she had
taken her husband's advice and was fully shaved down below.  She had nice
firm outer lips that were just open enough to reveal the clitoral hood,
creating a sexy trifold slit.

   I was straining to see and yes, her darker inner lips were slightly
bulging out.  I knew from experience in studying her nude form that those
inner lips were just barely concealing her vaginal opening, which was
directly between her thighs and dangerously close to her anus.

   Mandy smiled, knowing all eyes were on her.  "I so want to thank you all
for coming to my most unusual dinner party.  For those of you who don't
know, this is Nude Therapy: Phase Two.  Many of you assumed Nude Therapy
was for us naked girls...  not really!  It was to get the rest of you used
to the idea of the female nude in public-- and especially at work."

   I looked around at the other men.  The youngest guy was the only one
seated to my left and the closest to the open arch to the living room.  He
was nodding sagely at all this, but I noticed that he kept glancing at the
small Caesar salad that was already in front of him.  I guessed that some
of us had brought hungers for things other than the sight of bared female
flesh.

   The other three men were all smiling and nodding and seemed slightly
amused at the whole thing.  Was I the only one who had been expecting a
one-woman strip show?

   Nude masseuse Linda had now finished with the last guy, who thanked her
profusely.  I felt a sudden wave of embarrassment as I knew I was in over
my head.  Again, I was like the relatively innocent young man who discovers
that his new girlfriend is much more sexually experienced; even wickedly
so.

   Glenn stepped away, toward the living room with Mandy's robe as the two
nude women briefly touched hands and stood facing us.  There was something
so erotic in that brief, supportive touch.

   I at last had a chance to fully study Linda.  Her breasts were 34B
versions of Mandy's: perfectly round, hard-button nipples, with delicate
rose-pink aureole.  Linda's vulva was framed in a hint of light brown fur:
a tuft on either side of her outer lips.  Linda was definitely an outie and
I got even harder than I already was when I saw that her vaginal opening
was clearly visible.

   Mandy was still slightly flushed while Linda seemed totally comfortable
with her total nudity.

   "We are going to step out to allow you gentlemen to enjoy your dinner
without distractions!  But first," Mandy gestured toward the kitchen door
with a flourish, "our amazing chef!"

   The kitchen door swung open and a slightly chubby, surprisingly young
woman with short, dark blonde hair stepped in.  She was also dressed in the
same robe our two nudes had been wearing although she also had on the
requisite chef's hat.

   Now the five "gentlemen" were all looking at each other, eyebrows
raised. Thank god there was something happening that was a surprise to
everyone, not just me!

   "May I introduce Cindi," Linda was now speaking.  "She's only
twenty-five and she already has her own very successful catering business.
She's participating a bit reluctantly, so...  let's all show her some
support."

   We all applauded politely.  My young friend on the left took her
appearance as a sign from above that he could start eating.  He missed it
when Cindi moved in to stand between the two naked women.  They each took
one end of the sash of Cindi's robe and pulled.  Her robe fell open, the
other women pulled it off her shoulders and away from her naked body.

   I had never been that much attracted to "pleasingly plump" or downright
chubby women-- until now.  Cindi's chubbiness was most evident in her cute
face, her round belly, and her thighs.

   Unlike Mandy who turned red and Linda who shrugged it off, Cindi looked
white, wide-eyed and almost terrified.  Although I immediately felt for
her, that didn't prevent me from taking stock of her naked body.

   Cindi's breasts were conical and slightly droopy.  Her long nipples and
her large, dark-red aureole made up for that.  They looked distinctly
suckable.  Her belly was undeniably cute although it was sagging over her
mons.  She was apparently a total innie down below, although it was hard to
tell through her thatch of thick, curly brown hair.

   Her thighs were chubby too but also kind of cute.  Most young women her
age have legs that have lengthened and thinned out.  Cindi's legs made her
look younger than she was as if she was still retaining her baby fat.

   Three naked women lined up for our enjoyment.  By the long hard lustful
looks, the lips licked and the open mouths, no one was expecting all this.

   "Linda will now help Cindi serve.  Obviously, it's a little difficult to
get help when the ladies learn about our undress policy!" Mandy joked.

   Those two went into the kitchen and we all unconsciously leaned forward
to compare Linda's pert butt cheeks to Cindi's chubby ones.

   Mandy caught my eye and smiled.  "Well, parties and events like this one
are going on all over.  We already have clothing optional summer sessions
at work, we have various versions of Nude Days...  everything from "Nude
Secretaries Day" to "High Heels Day." Once we get you guys used to the idea
that our nakedness is our new uniform, we have to address the issue of
intimacy.  That's Phase Two.  And...  we'll address that personally after
dinner."

   The door opened and Linda set up serving trays as Cindi carried out
plates steaming with food.  Watching women serve food naked was an
unexpected pleasure.

   "We will temporarily get our naked selves out of the way for a while,"
Mandy continued.  "You men need the blood flowing to your stomachs-- not
other areas!" she joked.

   Cindi squeezed in between Hungry Man and me.  Her chubby tummy was
inches above my lap and I wanted nothing more than to push the food away
and push her onto the table.  I wanted to touch and kiss and just generally
show that tubbiness some love and then move on from there.

   Once the two nude servers were done, they gave us a little wave on their
way back to the kitchen.  Cindi got a little bolder and did a little bow,
but she noticed-- we all noticed-- how nicely her breasts hung down as a
result and she backed away, biting her lip in embarrassment.

   Dinner was actually wonderful: a uniquely prepared chicken parmigiana
with fine layers of breaded chicken interspersed with layers of various
melted cheeses.  The edges were crispy and the whole thing rested on a bed
of angel hair with sides of flavorful broccoli and garlic potatoes.

   All of us dug in.  I guess it was true that all the blood collecting in
our penises had to go somewhere.

   My older dinner companion and I exchanged pleasantries between bites. 
He was actually the CEO of our competitor.  He encountered Mandy nude at a
sales convention.

   "She showed up naked at her son's college!" I almost dropped my fork. 
Mr.  Hungry was already done eating and was now apparently more than ready
to speak.

   "Excuse me?" I gulped and turned to him.

   "Well...  her son wasn't there!" he explained

   "It was Nude Day; various guest speakers and most of the professors
there to answer questions.  Really to check out how many coeds would
actually show up naked!  I'm an assistant and I actually tutored Noah. 
Well there's Mandy totally nude and surrounded by admirers!  I was here, in
her home, now I'm seeing everything!"

   Neither James nor I had any response to this revelation.

   "There's something about her," he continued.  "She's the whole package:
body, mind and spirit.  How do you say 'no' to all that?" He shook his
head. "I'm still in touch with Noah; how do I deal with seeing his mother
nude, with seeing exactly where he came from?  And then tonight..." he
trailed off, apparently embarrassed.

   I decided to break the ice.  "And were there a lot of naked coeds?"

   "Oh my god!" he whispered conspiratorially.  "About three out of four;
and then some of the girls who showed up dressed were so taken aback they
stripped off too!"

   So now the three of us were great friends, nodding about the thought of
all of those naked coeds.  And we still didn't know Mr.  Hungry's name.

   Someone must have been listening for our conversations to start to know
that we were done with dinner.  Long, lovely and naked Linda walked in--
unexpectedly from the living room.  We gave her our undivided attention.

   "If you gentlemen wouldn't mind joining me in the living room?" she
gestured.  As we got up to follow that sweet, curvy rear she continued:
"Dessert and coffee will be served later; and before someone asks if we're
dessert...  well that's up to you."

   We stood in a semi-circle around her and we were all happily staring at
her cute breasts, her long legs, and the tantalizingly open pink folds
peeking out in between.

   "If we ladies are going to be nude at work-- and the Nudity Project says
that may be up to 40% of companies within a year-- then we all have to deal
with the undeniable, sensual aspect." She looked at all of us.

   "Look at the way you're looking at me!"

   Some of us blushed and looked away; most of us just smiled at her,
grateful for a naked woman acknowledging our lustful gazes.

   "Our next phase," she continued, "is for all of us to share a private,
intimate moment together.  This will involve your nudity, and-- to put it
bluntly-- you will need to be hard enough for one or more of us to
successfully lower ourselves onto your erections."

   The room was silent.  I think we were all holding our breaths.

   "Full disclosure" she stated, "I'm a sexual surrogate, so I've been
chosen to lead you into this next step.  I am not being paid to be here
today: I'm a good friend of Mandy's and I'm a believer in the Nudity
Project."

   "If you'll look around the room--" and we did-- "you'll see there are
private areas set up for each one of you.  There is no requirement that you
participate today.  And please be aware we are not talking about full
intercourse.  After a full week of full nudity at work, we would just love
to feel you inside us so we can talk and laugh or whatever-- in a new,
truly intimate way."

   Then she unexpectedly walked up to me.  "And the last shall be first,"
she said in a soft, low voice.  She took my arm and, turning me around, led
me around the nearest privacy screen to a daybed.

   "If you're participating," she said, "take off all of your clothes and
put them anywhere you can.  There are plenty of fluffy towels if you want
to drape yourself.  One of us will be in shortly, and, if you're naked,
she'll be your first ride."

   I stared at her.  "Do you talk to all of your clients like that?"

   "Oh no," she shook her pretty head.  "Mandy gave me special instructions
on how to handle you.  And I will be handling you later if you're still up
to it!"

   She grinned and turned and closed the screen around me.  I heard muted
conversations and rustling all around me as I undressed.  I was nice and
hard and I knew I'd get even harder when one of these very special, very
naked ladies came in to check up on me.

   There was a pile of fluffy white towels to my left.  I shrugged and
placed one still-folded towel on my lap, temporarily suppressing my
throbbing cock.  I waited.  I heard a low murmur of voices; occasional
female laughter.  I really liked the female laughter: as I looked down at
the towel, it rose a little more every time.

   Finally there was a soft voice: "knock, knock." My lustful anticipation
was off the charts when she peeked in: it was Cindi, my chubby little
cutie. I was so happy.

   "I guess I'm supposed to ask if you're indecent," she said as she eased
her nudity around the partition.  "But...  I can see you're ready; Mandy
said you would be."

   "What else did Mandy say about me?" I asked, trying to arch my eyebrows.

   Cindi kept biting her lips and blushing as she sat down naked next to
me. Our bare thighs were touching but she seemed to like that and she
snuggled even closer.  I put my arm around her, rubbing her back, her
waist, the curve of her soft butt.  She was blushing so hard every inch of
her skin was hot.

   "You're my first tonight and I asked Mandy to please please please pair
me up with someone nice.  She said that you were the kindest, gentlest,
real man that she had ever known."

   Now I was biting my lip and trying to hold back some unwanted moisture
behind my eyes.  How in hell was I going to deal with naked women like this
little one all day, plus intimacies like this, if I started blubbering
whenever a nudie cutie shared a kind word?

   I gulped and I pulled her closer.  Her right breast was brushing my
naked chest.  "I will be sure to thank Mandy personally for those kind
words, in a very personal way...  later.  Right now..." I leaned in and
turned her sweet face to me and kissed her.

   Cindi responded eagerly, her shyness seemingly forgotten.  Now she
turned her whole body toward me.  I put my hands under her ass and started
to pull her up even closer.

   "Wait...  wait," she gasped.  "Whoa.  We're not supposed to be umm... 
making whoopee!  I'm only supposed to check that you're hard enough first."

   I reached down and pulled the towel off.

   "Whoa!  Well!  I would say that you are more than ready!" Now she was
licking her lips and unable to take her eyes off my straight-up cock.

   "What about you?" I asked as Cindi stood up and moved in between my
legs.

   "What about me?" she answered innocently.

   "How do I know you're ready?" I queried, looking pointedly between her
legs.

   "Oooh.  I gotcha!  They should really give us a training manual for all
of this stuff!" she exclaimed.

   "I think I know my way around," I said, as I opened up one hairy outer
lip with my thumb and pressed two fingers of my other hand in to the
opening.

   "Oh god!  Oh god!  Oh my god!!" she cried out.

   I pushed back her hood and pulled on her little love nub.  It rolled
around between my fingers, already wet and slippery from its own clit
juice.

   "Oh god!  Umm umm...  " Cindi put her hand down there and halfheartedly
tried to push me away.  "We...  we...  we're not supposed to cum you know,
and we're obviously both more than ready, so..." she sighed heavily and I
loved watching those conical breasts jiggle along with her chubby tummy.  I
still wanted to eat her up alive.

   I pulled Cindi to me, between my legs until she was directly over my
cock.  I helped her up onto the bed as she obviously had to kneel over me
for our insertion maneuver to work.

   "So," I said as she hesitated, "it's time to uhh...  lower oneself..."

   She turned beet-red.  "I've never done it this way before."

   "Oh!" She was so cute, but really?!  "I'll help you: I'll kind of aim
it, and hold it steady.  You just have to lower your pussy hole right over
the head until we get it right."

   She swallowed hard.  "I'll try." She looked at me with such sad eyes. 
"I'm so embarrassed; I've mostly been with girls."

   "We will get there," I said, breathing hard now and directing her with
my hands under her ass.  I wanted to be inside her so much!  I maneuvered
her wet vaginal opening right over my cock head and told her to just rock
back and forth, lower and lower until I slipped in.

   "Oh god!" she said.  "I can feel you inside!" She sounded so thrilled
that I was thought she was about to start crying.

   "That's just the head.  We're almost there" God I was so hard.  "Lower
all your weight on me; you won't hurt me.  That's it!  That's it!!  Oh, my
sweet girl."

   I lay back, propped up on my elbows and took in the sight of her.  All
of that exertion had us both breathless and sweaty.  She was showing the
additional effect of her nipples seemingly growing to untold new lengths as
her breasts quivered above me with her every breath.

   "What are supposed to do now if we're not supposed to make love?" I
asked.

   "I really don't know!" she laughed.  "But thanks for the lesson!"

   "You are really and truly absolutely fucking adorable," I gushed.

   "I swore that I wasn't gonna cry," her voice was breaking, "but you are
so sweet!"

   I pushed myself up and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.  I
held her head against my shoulder until she calmed down.  I could feel her
breathing softly.  I could feel her warm wet tears.

   This sweet girl was getting to me.  I made some joke about how we were
taking so long, we were probably holding everybody up.  Cindi leaned back
and she looked at me and then she slowly bounced up and down on my cock a
few times with a wicked grin on her sweet face before she pushed off.

   She stood up and wiped her eyes and we kissed again.  "Oh shit," she
said.

   "What?"

   "You were really supposed to be wearing a condom!  Don't worry: I'm
taking precautions but now I'm breaking the rules.  Oh well.  I hope you
won't tell on me."

   I shook my head.  "Never.  You are so wonderful."

   "I can't stop kissing you," she informed me.  She leaned in again for
one last long wet one before she backed away.  She took one last naked look
at me and said "Oh god!" and squeezed her nude self around the screen on my
right.

   "Holy shit!" I muttered.  I opened my legs up wide and let my cock throb
out in the open air.  I could still taste sweet Cindi on my tongue.  I
rubbed my shoulder and put my fingers in my mouth so I could taste her
salty tears.  I looked down at my cock.  "Oh what the hell!" I said as I
brushed it lightly with my fingers and brought them up to suck on, just to
taste her leftover juices.

   "Are you already starting with dessert?" said Mandy, abruptly standing
nude to my left.  "Tasting your own penis, when anyone here would taste it
for you..." she shook her head.

   "It's great to see you too," I countered.

   Mandy sat down next to me in the very spot that was probably still warm
from Cindi's naked ass.

   "What did you do to that girl?  I mean, you're all she's talking about.
She's quite in love with you and now you've ruined her for all the other
men!"

   "Look at me," I said.  "I'm a heartbreaker."

   And Mandy did look at me, happily noting how my penis was twitching at
her attention.

   "Look at you indeed," Mandy said, grinning.  "We may have gotten it all
wrong: we need enforced male nudity so that we know what your devious minds
are thinking by watching your penises."

   "I love you too," I sighed and wrapped myself around her.  She stiffened
up at first, then she practically melted.  "You bastard," she said, as I
started kissing her right ear and licked my way down her neck to her
shoulder.

   "We....  have to get this out of our systems." Mandy disentangled
herself and stood between my open legs.

   "What do you mean," I asked as my eyes were raking over her every naked
inch, my penis throbbing and dripping with pre-cum.

   "We are going to fuck right now and I mean quick and hard," she said. 
"We need to get this out of the way so you can head back to New York, stop
the bullshit, and tell your girlfriend that you love her."

   Mandy started straddling me, then she reached down and lightly ran her
fingers up my thigh, over my balls and onto my cock.

   "Mandy!" I nearly shouted and tried to quiet myself.  "How do you know
about Anne and-- how can we do this?!"

   Mandy had her fingers in her mouth, tasting me.  She ran those same wet
fingers down her body, over her breasts, down past her belly to her wet
folds as she pried herself open.  She was inches above me, lowering herself
inexorably closer and I knew I could not resist her.

   "I have my sources," she breathed out.  "And I love you too, by the way.
I never ever want to lose you as the best real male friend in my whole life
but please please please--" now she sounded like Cindi "I need you so much
right now!"

   Mandy's open pussy was beginning to leak its warm fluids onto me, onto
my penis, my sac, my thighs.  I was gone.  I grabbed her under her sweet
ass and lowered her down and watched myself get swallowed up inside her
folds.

   I love women's bodies so much!  Their vaginas are made to expel bouncing
bundles of joy the size of bowling balls and yet, when you watch their
cunts take you in and their flesh swell up around you, it's as if you are
reluctantly penetrating a delicate flower.

   "Mandy, Mandy," I was moaning.  "What about your hubby?"

   She stared.  "That's a bit gauche, talking about a lady's husband while
you're inside her."

   "Mandy!"

   She sighed.  "He's entertaining-- or entering-- sweet Cindi about now."

   I was in shock.  "Your husband's...  participating?!"

   She nodded and simultaneously began bobbing up and down on me.  "It's
his house too: he's allowed to have some fun."

   Just then as if on cue I heard a girlish giggle I recognized as Cindi's,
followed by a manly "ssshhh..."

   The sounds came from only about six feet to our right.

   "He's probably tickling her tummy," Mandy speculated.  "You men all seem
to love chubby tummies.  Who would have thought?" She was starting to sound
breathless.

   "I should have tickled her tummy," I replied, ruefully.

   "You tickled her other areas quite well.  I didn't hear any complaints.
Now," she lowered her voice even more, "are we going to start some serious
fucking or are you gonna talk all night?"

   Mandy was very much humping me.  I stared up at her.  She was trying to
make me cum quickly without necessarily cumming herself.  I was having none
of that.

   I had my hands on her lower back.  I brushed the spot where her tailbone
met the crack of her ass cheeks and she nearly jumped off of me.

   "Oh no!" she cried out "Oh you bastard!"

   Had I found her kryptonite?  I pulled her cheeks open and ran my fingers
inside.

   "No no no!" she was almost shouting.

   Now I was the one shushing her.  "Sshhh....  or your husband might hear
that his sweet wife is having way too much fun." All I had to do was dip my
fingers in the thickening pool of her girlie-goo that was all over my sac
and dripping on my thighs...  and then start poking into her forbidden
zone.

   "You bastard," she said.  "Two can play this game." And then she arched
her body up and threw herself down on top of me.  Her breasts were in my
face and I instinctively opened my mouth to taste them.

   Her hot skin, the feel of her sweet curves, the taste of her tits, and
the smell of her cunt was all over me.  I wanted to be smothered by her
breasts, drowned in her love juice, and I wanted her to crush my cock in
her tightening pussy.

   Speaking of pussy, in her new position she was doing more grinding than
bobbing.  I could feel her slick bare pubes rubbing up against my hairy
mound.  Judging by her reaction, I was nicely tickling her clit.

   I couldn't take anymore, and neither could Mandy.  She straightened back
up and rode me hard.  Now she was not only pushing my cock deeper inside
her, she was unwillingly pushing my finger, slick from her own juices,
deeper into her asshole.

   She went rigid at the same moment I lost all control.  I exploded every
bit of hot liquid that I had inside me.  I was picturing myself shooting at
her cervix; I was willing every drop of liquid inside my body to come out
and fill up her sweet hole.

   "Fuck fuck FUCK!!" she nearly shouted and I had to reach up and put my
one free hand over her mouth.  She opened up and she bit down hard on my
fingers as she came and it hurt so much and I didn't care.  My penis would
not stop squirting after decreasingly hard squirts.  Finally I was limp and
so reluctantly out of her and I was still leaking.

   Mandy collapsed on the bed to the right of me this time.  Her long
luscious legs were bent up, almost to her breasts.  She cupped one hand
over her vulva.

   "Oh.  My.  God," she gasped.  She looked at me expectantly.  "Will you
throw a girl a towel?  I'm trying to keep your hot stuff from leaking out
all over!"

   I complied and I watched her.  I do love watching naked women trying to
desperately clean up after sex.

   Mandy stood up.  "I'm gonna clean up and I'll toss you a hot wet towel."
Then she walked around the daybed and opened a door I hadn't noticed
before. As she closed it I peeked around her bare cheeks to see it was a
half-bath.

   I heard water running.  The door opened for two seconds and the promised
towel landed in my lap.  I smiled as I cleaned up: it was very coincidental
that I had been steered to this daybed that happened to be conveniently
next to a bathroom.

   I was amazed at how happy I was.  I was beyond happy, I was... 
fulfilled.  That was the word that came to me as I started to dress.

   And then naked Linda walked in.  "You're dressing...  and I never even
got to see..."

   I pulled down my briefs for her as I stood up, slacks around me knees.

   "Nice," Linda observed.  "I can get that back up again; I am quite
experienced..."

   I pulled everything up and went to her.  "Some other time: I mean it!"

   We hugged and she said "You have the lovely Anne to think of now, and
from what I hear, you two don't require the services of a sex surrogate!"

   "Jesus!" I exclaimed.  "Has Mandy told everybody about Anne?!"

   "Mandy?" Linda grinned.  "Oh no, haven't you heard?  I'm the psychic sex
surrogate.  I do naked Tarot readings before I do my clients."

   I laughed and hugged that special lady hard.  "If you do one for me,
I'll be the Fool."

   "Oh, you're no fool," Linda said softly as she put her hand on my chest.

   I saw my opportunity.  "Could I put my hand on YOUR chest?"

   "You can put it anywhere you want" and with that she took my hand and
cupped it between her legs.  I pressed my middle finger up and it slid
inside her slippery hole without resistance.

   Linda brought my hand back up and kissed it.  "When you look back on all
this today, and think this was only a fantasy, smell me...  taste me..."

   Just then the bathroom room door opened and Mandy came out and around
the bed, hands on her naked hips.  "I leave you alone for two minutes, and
already you're with another naked girl?!"

   Mandy strolled over and muttered "Oh what the hell!" and I had suddenly
had two nude women holding me tight.

   "Knock knock!" Cindi peeked in.  "What's going on in here?!  Somebody
has to tell me who I do next!  Oh..."

   "We're having a very important, team-building, nude group hug," I
informed her.  "Come on in!"

   She sighed.  "Oh, what the hell," and came over and joined in.  Most
nude women, by the way, mutter "oh what the hell" before they have anything
to do with me.

   It only lasted thirty seconds but, before our nude group hug was over, I
not only grabbed but seriously molested all six of the bare asscheeks
present with my roaming hands.

   Then Mandy noticed I was getting hard again.  "No no no!" she said. 
"Down boy!" and we all laughed and the group broke up.  I finally stood
back in the middle of Mandy's living room, the only one dressed, as the
three nudes had a group meeting of their own before disappearing behind
their individual privacy screens with quick nude kisses on my cheek and
naked waves goodbye.

   I heard girlish laughter and excited male voices.  For only a moment I
felt a pang of jealousy, but then I realized that all of these men were
here for a reason...  they all still had something that they needed to work
out-- just like I did.

   I went to the door, first confirming that it would lock behind me.  I
held my breath and stepped out into the hallway and closed that door behind
me.

   I was backing away, unable to take my eyes off that 17A gold plate,
which seemed to be glowing like the light at the end of Daisy's dock.  But,
unlike the Great Gatsby, I was not going to devote my life to becoming that
one special fantasy that would attract that one special woman.  I had
already found her.

   I straightened my shoulders and turned towards the elevator.  Now that I
was turned away from my fantasy come true, I was facing the rest of my
life-- that was scary!

   I was actually contemplating spending the rest of my life with one
person.

   I think I got woozy.  I tried to steady myself by watching the glowing
numbers lighting up above me: 12, 14, 15, 16.  17.  Then I stepped into
that elevator without once looking back.