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I awoke the next morning as if from a dream, more refreshed than I had 
been in years. Nancy was in the shower, so I stretched out a little bit 
and thought about just what had happened the previous evening.

What had happened, really, seemed nothing short of a miracle. It had been 
years since I'd been in love with someone, and truth be told, it was yet 
to be determined whether love had anything to do with last night. There 
was no reason to believe anything more than a one-night stand had taken 
place. And yet, it had been so passionate - but at the same time so 
tender, it was hard to believe it wasn't the start of something more.

Out of the blue, this tanned goddess had come into my life, wanting me. 
All too often, it seemed as though I had been fated for this my whole 
life - to have brief but wild encounters that faded into the early 
morning sunrise. And here it was, happening all over again...or was it?

I heard the shower turn off. Whatever thoughts were running through my 
mind needed to be put on the back burner for now.

                          *          *          *

"What a great idea, Nancy," I said, beaming. "Breakfast in bed - the 
perfect formula for us lazy bums who can't bear to drag their carcasses 
out of bed in the morning."

In her own inimitable way, it was almost as if Nancy had read my 
thoughts. She had seemingly taken one look at me and was determined that 
I not fully awaken the entire morning. I had stepped out of the shower to 
discover a veritable feast waiting for me, served by my favorite hostess, 
Nancy. Omelets, sausage and bacon galore, with seemingly gallons of 
orange juice and milk - now *this* was the life.

"I thought you might like a little something," she said. "After all, you 
used so much of your strength last night..." She giggled like only she could.

"You underestimate me, dear," I said, playfully.

I paused for a moment. "Nancy," I said, "I think we ought to talk."

Nancy looked thoughtfully at me and said, "I know. You go first."

I thought for a moment. "Last night...last night, I'd have to say, was 
one of the best, most satisfying nights in my life," I said. "Making love 
to you was a fantasy that I had always had, ever since the first days I 
saw you in wrestling."

"You and every other guy," she said, laughing.

I couldn't help but smirk. "True enough," I said, "though most people 
don't actually get to live it out. But the reality of it is, I don't 
really even know anything about you, and to be honest, I don't usually do 
this sort of thing with people I don't know really well."

Nancy looked thoughtful. "What are you thinking, Andy?"

"I'm wondering what's going to happen with us now. I want to know so much 
about you, who and what you are...everything about you, really."

Nancy set her tray aside, finished with breakfast. "Not much to tell, 
really. I lived in Boston for my childhood. My parents owned a clothing 
store downtown, and tried to get me into the business for a long time. To 
this day, I make everything I wear - either that or I have my parents do 
it."

"You mean all of those outfits are your own?"

"Pretty much," she said. "It's not a whole lot of effort if you know what 
you're doing. Anyway, I knew my parents loved me - we're still a close 
family, but I knew that I needed to get away from home if I was ever 
going to be my own woman.

"So I went to school at Villanova - heck, being in my family almost 
required it, since everybody's an alum. I had a couple of brief affairs, 
nothing spectacular...you can *trust* me on that one." She shook her head 
as if to clear away the memory.

"After that, I did various jobs for about a year until I met my future 
husband. I married Ken Christopher - you might remember him as "Killer" 
Ken Kalvert in the ring." 

I remembered Christopher/Kalvert...indeed, he was one of the reasons I liked 
wrestling so much in the first place. He had been involved in some of the 
wildest storylines I'd ever seen, "injuring" some of the top stars around 
the country (including, at one point, running down the world's top star, 
Terry Hogan, with a car outside an arena). He also at one time ran the 
world's largest promotion before being fired in a drug scandal, like so 
many other old-timers had.

And Nancy had actually *married* him. I was envious of him, to say the least.

"Tell me - what was this guy like in real life?" I asked.

"He was a control freak in a lot of ways," Nancy said. "He was a bit of a 
taskmaster, I suppose, but he always knew how to deal with the loose 
cannons in the company. He took one guy - Brian somebody, I forget his 
name now - and tried to break his rebellious side. When that failed, he 
got in the ring with him one day and absolutely destroyed him. No pulled 
punches, no choreography, nothing. Brian was such a bloody mess - I'd 
never seen anything like it.

"Unfortunately, he brought that attitude home with him. He beat the hell 
out of me a couple of times after going out drinking with the boys, and 
really bitched me out almost constantly. After about six months of verbal 
and physical abuse, I got the heck out of Dodge."

I couldn't believe it. How could someone like her ex-husband not know 
what he had, and treat her accordingly? I was repulsed by the thought of 
anyone ever laying a hand in anger on this woman.

"So I take it you're single, then?" I asked.

Nancy paused. "That's a bit tricky," she said. "I'm basically in an open 
relationship - I'm with somebody, but they let me have relationships with 
other people if I want them. I wanted to tell you last night, but 
obviously, other things seemed to be taking precedence."

I took her hand, and looked into her eyes. "Nancy," I asked, "I need to 
know. Where is this going? Do we have a future?"

She looked down for a moment. "Right now, if you were to ask me that, I'd 
say I'd be willing to do it. But obviously, with this other relationship, 
I've got to think about and talk about some things. Can you handle my 
having other relationships? I am polyamorous - that's the life I've 
chosen for myself, and I'm proud of it. If you want to walk away because 
of that, I can understand. But please understand that I do think you're 
special."

She paused, and I could see a tear forming in her eye. "If I didn't, I 
wouldn't have spent last night with you...and I wouldn't be here now."

"But why?" I asked. "How can you know I'm special when you've only known 
me for one night? What is it that has you convinced I'm not taking 
advantage of you or something like that? I'm not, of course, but how can 
you just know?"

"Because of the way you helped me last night," she said.

I started to object, saying that anyone would have done the same thing, 
but she silenced me.

"If it was just your helping me last night, you're right, it wouldn't be 
any big deal," she said. "But look, Andy...in this business, you don't 
meet too many people who are willing to drop everything to help you out 
of the goodness of their heart. You waited an hour and a half outside the 
arena just to talk to *me* last night. I don't *ever* get that kind of 
attention. So when you came up out of the blue, no agenda, no 
nothing...well, it affected me. A lot. And I wanted to show you, in the 
best way possible, how much it meant to me."

She sidled over to me and put her arms around me. "Andy, I don't know 
what's going to happen over time. I wish I did, but I don't. All I do 
know is that I would love for you to be around for quite some time."

I think it's safe to say I was speechless by now. Bonnie Raitt's "Love 
Sneaking Up On You" was playing in the background...an appropriate thing, 
that. It seemed love had snuck up on both of us...without either of us 
knowing it.

"Nancy," I said, softly. "I'm flattered - no, way beyond flattered - by 
what you've said to me today. But I hope you won't think I'm being too 
hesitant for you by saying I need to think about this a while."

She kissed me. "I understand that. You've got a life of your own, I'm 
sure...why don't you tell me about it?"

I told her about my college days, my subsequent journalism career, and 
the trials and tribulations that brought me to where I am. "I live in 
Baltimore now, working for the Sun," I told her. "It's not the easiest 
life, I guess, but I get by."

"I take it you're not married?" she asked.

I shook my head no. "Romance has never been a big part of my life, no 
matter how much I've wished otherwise. I've been more or less alone since 
college, with a few scattered affairs here and there, but nothing that I 
could have ever considered permanent. That's what I want in my life - 
someone that I love dearly, with a strong bond that at least has a chance 
of lasting forever."

I looked at her. "Because of that, stuff like last night doesn't happen 
very often. It takes a lot to even get me to sleep with someone...so if 
nothing else, that ought to tell you how important you've become to *me* 
all of a sudden. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. But you are."

Nancy looked closely at me, as if searching for something. Finally, after 
what seemed like an eternity, she spoke.

"Can I stay here with you again tonight?" she asked. "I...it's important 
to me, and would really mean a lot if you said yes." The look in her eyes 
was almost pleading.

I didn't even hesitate. "Of course you can," I said. "I want to know more 
about you, more about...a lot of things."

                     *             *              *

After Nancy left, there wasn't a lot of time. I called up my office to 
make sure no pressing matters needed to be dealt with, and then got 
dressed for the Q&A session Nancy and the UWF had planned.

For a first time, it wasn't bad. Most of the wrestlers and managers were 
told point blank that since most of us were wise to the business, that 
they would do well to treat us accordingly. The vast majority of them 
did, and as a result, I had a ball. After the Q&A came a silent auction 
of wrestling items, including masks, wrestling boots of famous stars, 
and the grand prize, a 1994 Camaro that was used by Nancy's ex-husband 
when he ran down Hogan. I put in a bid, but the bidding quickly got too 
high for my meager finances, so I kept a low profile.

I didn't get to talk much to Nancy, so I couldn't really get her 
reaction. But I did manage to steal a couple of looks at her, and the 
beaming smile on her face as the Q&A continued told me all I needed to 
know about her reaction. Her leg seemed a lot better...the swelling had 
gone down considerably since the previous night.

>From there, the fans who had assembled for the convention went to the day's 
wrestling show. It was even better than the previous night, with the 
highlight coming when one wrestler (whose main gimmick was that he was 
willing to hurt *himself* to win a match) did a backflip from the top of 
a 15-foot fence which surrounded the ring onto a prone wrestler on the 
mat. Even though the matches have predetermined outcomes, anyone who 
calls pro wrestling "fake" should be on the receiving end of one of those 
before they make such a sweeping judgement.

And of course, there was Nancy's appearance with the wrestler she 
managed. I could have cared less about the wrestler...but *her* entrance 
was incredible. This time, it was a red, white and blue silk dress with 
red high heels to match. When she passed by me, she not only winked at 
me, but she came over and kissed me lightly. Needless to say, most of the 
fans around me were incredibly jealous.

Towards the end of that match, out of nowhere, both wrestlers were down, 
when all of a sudden I saw a somewhat aged figure heading towards the 
ring. Without even a word, to the cheers of the crowd, he scooped Nancy 
up and started running back towards the dressing room, with her screaming 
all the way. As he ran by, I noticed the face.

It was Ken Christopher.

For a moment, I completely bought into the storyline, leaping over the 
railing to try to catch him. Security, however, put an end to that idea 
fairly quickly, literally tossing me back into my seat. After a moment, I 
realized that this was supposed to be a very clever angle, playing to the 
smarts. After all, Nancy wouldn't have agreed to do it if she thought 
there was any danger.

Right?

                        *           *            *

As I was leaving the ring for the ritual of meeting with the wrestlers 
and such, I was stopped by a security guard. "Listen," I said roughly, "I 
don't want to be hassled, OK, I just flipped out for - "

"No, no, don't worry about it," he said. "Ms. LeDoux said she would 
really appreciate it if you stuck around and came backstage when people 
started filing out. She told me what you look like and said to come tell 
you."

I chuckled. There was Nancy again, still thinking of others. The security 
guard gave me a pass. "Here, take it," he said. "You'll need this to get 
back there in the first place."

After tonight's show, I couldn't wait to see her. I managed to push and 
shove my way against the crowd to get back towards the dressing room 
area. I showed the security guard posted there my pass, and he allowed me 
through. When I got behind the curtain, however, there was a woman 
waiting for me - another one of the female managers, Tamara. I had no 
time to properly admire her, though.

"You'd better come quick," she said. "Nancy's in trouble! Ken just 
stormed into her dressing room and started attacking her!"

I was stunned. "WHAT? I thought this was part of the storyline!"

"It wasn't," Tamara said. "He just came out of the blue so fast there was 
no time to stop him! Come on, hurry!"

We both ran down the corridor to Nancy's dressing room. Once there, I saw 
that there was something *seriously* wrong.

Nancy's dress was torn, and Ken had her by the hair and had started 
slapping her around. One guy was on the ground, bleeding profusely, and 
another was yelling in pain, holding an arm that was obviously broken. I 
looked behind me to give Tamara instructions, but she was already gone.

In my mind, I had no choice. I grabbed a chair from outside the dressing 
room and charged after Ken with it. As soon as I hit him with it, I 
realized I'd grabbed one of the "gimmicked" chairs - the ones designed 
not to be too painful. All I'd done was piss this guy off.

He punched me once hard in the face, dazing me quite a bit, then started 
kicking me on the ground. I rolled out of the way long enough to avoid 
getting stomped to death in the corner, then lunged for her makeup area. 
I grabbed a bottle of anti-perspirant, and as Ken lunged for me, I 
sprayed it in his face.

It had the desired effect, as he began clawing at his eyes, just in time 
for the security to arrive and tackle him. I quickly ran over to Nancy to 
check on her. Other than a couple of bruises, she appeared to be OK. 
Tamara was also there, having summoned security in the first place.

"How'd you know I was coming back here?" I asked Tamara.

"I didn't know what you'd look like, but she told me all about the two of 
you last night, and that she was going to bring you backstage today," she 
said.

That rather filled me with pride...Nancy apparently thought enough of me 
to brag to her friends about me.

"Besides, you were the first one I saw...somebody had to come back and 
help her," she said. At that point, I felt someone take my hand. It was 
Nancy.

"Andy...thank you, sweetie," she said. "Looks like you've come to my 
rescue again."

I beamed with pride. "You've got to understand," I said, "I'd come back 
for you again and again. You're worth that kind of effort, and if that 
jerk who tried to hurt you didn't realize it, that's his problem."

Tamara came over at this point, and Nancy asked if the two of them could 
be alone for a minute. I had no problem with that, so I went out into the 
hallway and waited. After a few minutes, Tamara came out.

"Andy, Nancy said she needed a little time to herself...do you mind if I 
take you back to the hotel?" she asked. "Nancy said it was alright with 
her...and besides, everything's under control, so there's not a whole lot 
you can do back here."

After saying a quick goodbye to Nancy (who promised to be back in time 
for the dinner/dancing that evening), Tamara and I headed back to the 
hotel. It had been a long day - already.

                      *             *               *

I laid down just long enough to catch my breath, then showered and began 
getting ready for the dinner dance with the UWF wrestlers and managers. I 
had brought my best suit for the occasion, and hoped Nancy would be 
suitably impressed. I was nude, toweling off from my shower, wondering 
where the hell I'd put that suit, when all of a sudden I heard the door 
opening.

Apparently, I hadn't thought to close the door all the way, and I turned 
around to see Tamara gazing at as much of me as she could. Now, I'm 
fairly well-built these days, but I'm still quite shy about my looks (as 
much by habit as anything else), so it took about two seconds after I 
realized she was there to get the towel around my waist.

"You should close your door," Tamara said playfully. "Though from 
everything I've seen, I don't blame you for wanting to show it off."

I looked down and felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. I was embarassed 
as could be, and Tamara's taunting only seemed to add to it. She was 
certainly dressed to play the seductress, with small dimples in her 
cheeks highlighting a gorgeous smile. Her long, wavy blond hair cascaded 
down her back, and her clothing left little to the imagination, with 
gorgeous legs and large, perky breasts being *very* prominent. Indeed, 
Tamara was another whose looks I'd grown to enjoy while watching the UWF.

"Don't be bashful, baby," she said softly. "You've got nothing more to 
hide, after all. Besides - I want to admire for myself just what Nancy's 
getting now."

As if the taunting weren't enough to embarass me, my attraction to Tamara 
was also being felt in my groin. My manhood was quickly expanding to the 
point where it was quite obvious to anyone who happened to be looking in 
my general direction just how aroused I was.

For one of the few times in my life, I was frozen. I had no idea what to 
do. I was really starting to like Nancy, though I dared not call it love 
yet...but here was Tamara, obviously wanting me for herself, and she was 
certainly worth the trouble.

Tamara was trying very hard to make the decision for me. Without a word 
sidled over to me and pressed her body against mine.

I gulped. "What about Nancy?" I asked.

"What *about* Nancy?" she replied, sitting up on the windowsill. In the 
process, her skirt had hiked up to the point where her panties were 
plainly visible. "You're a big boy, she's a big girl...she's got to learn 
to be able to handle this. Besides, you want this just as bad as I do..." 
At this, she reached out and caressed my throbbing member through the 
towel, then all at once ripped the towel away, revealing all of me to 
her. "See? I can tell...you want this so much you can taste it, just like 
I want you."

With all the willpower in my body, I turned away from her. "Look, Tamara, 
I do want you - you're certainly very attractive. But Nancy has to be a 
priority. You saw what happened today...if you're a friend to her, you'll 
understand."

She smiled, and walked right past me. "I understand," she said. "But it 
doesn't matter. One way or another, you *will* be mine tonight." And with 
a wink, she left the room.

Great, I thought as I closed and locked the door. *Another* dream to 
torment me.

                      *              *               *

Nancy arrived at the hotel just in time for the gala to start. She made a 
quick run up to my room to make sure everything was OK with me, and 
helped me with my tie (I've always been awful with ties).

"Listen, are you OK, Nancy?" I asked. "You looked a little bruised 
before, and I want to make sure you're going to be all right for the 
evening."

"I'll be fine," she said. "It's the chance I take going out there every 
night." She sighed. "I'll admit, I wish I didn't have to worry about that 
all the time, though."

She kissed me on the cheek, and I couldn't help but blush, even after 
everything that had happened. "You're sweet, you know that?" I whispered.

She laughed loudly at that. "You're the one who's been rescuing me for 
the past two days - and *I'm* the sweet one?" she said, as she made a 
final adjustment on my tie. "I love it. Always trying to be the white 
knight - all you need is a suit of armor to match." She backed away to 
give me a once-over.

"Speaking of suits, how do I look?" I asked.

She giggled. "Like a perfect gentleman," she said, then added, "I'll fix 
that before the night's over, though, don't worry. How about me?" 

She turned around, in her *stunning* white evening gown that was 
guaranteed to stun everyone in the dance hall. I couldn't help but get a 
tear in my eye seeing how beautiful she was. What few blemishes her 
ex-husband had left were covered up by an excellent makeup job, and she 
looked drop-dead gorgeous.

"You look like an angel, Nancy," I said. "All you need is a halo."

"Good," she said. "I'll need something to pound down these devil's horns 
anyway." With a laugh, we were on our way to the dinner/dance.

The hall was made up remarkably well. The all-black balloons, UWF logos 
and such made it look like nothing short of a Halloween bash. But by the 
dress of the people there, you'd never know it. People in evening gowns 
and suits mingled, talked, and no doubt made plans to spend the night 
together. The effect was something like, "Debutante Cotillion Meets Biker 
Bar."

Somehow, it was appropriate.

As Nancy and I danced, I couldn't get the incident with Tamara out of my 
mind. She seemed to read my thoughts, and she asked me what was wrong. I 
sat her down and told her everything that had happened, expecting either 
a backlash towards me or Tamara. Even if there was, I felt I owed it to 
Nancy to be honest with her.

But Nancy's reaction surprised me. She *laughed*.

After a pregnant pause, I asked her if she would be so kind as to clue 
me in on what she was laughing about.

"Well, that's Tamara for you," she said. "She's always been...how can I 
put this?...rather open about her sexual feelings. She's not a slut, she 
doesn't sleep around, but at the same time, she isn't exactly afraid to 
tell men exactly what she wants." She laughed. "You're not the first fan 
she's done this with."

"I take it you've known her awhile?" I asked.

"Quite well, actually," she said. "Actually, I trained her. I thought the 
wrestling business needed more women in it, so I showed her how to be a 
good manager/valet, and also showed her a lot of the behind-the-scenes 
things so that if anything ever happened to me, she could take over and 
do things the way I wanted them done. Plus, there's something else to it, 
too..."

"What is it?" I asked, warily.

"We've grown quite close over the years," Nancy said. "In fact, I dare 
say that she's the one person I've been able to trust with everything 
about me."

"How close?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "Never just you mind...for now. Listen, go upstairs 
and wait for me, OK? I'm kinda tired of the dancing."

Puzzled, I nodded assent and headed for my room. This day and night had 
been filled with twists and turns already. What was *next*, I wondered?

                            *        *       *

It was about 20 minutes before Nancy finally knocked on the door. What I 
saw as I opened that door stunned me even more.

Nancy seemed to have gone shopping at Leather Underground or someplace 
similar, because she was dressed in one of the most revealing leather 
dresses I had ever seen. The top of the dress barely covered her nipples, 
and the bottom of it *might* have reached her thigh. Nancy was leaving 
nothing to the imagination tonight, that was for sure.

No words were necessary. We kissed, and locked each other in a passionate 
embrace, our tongues darting in each other's mouths as we seemed to be 
throwing all caution to the wind. We finally settled in a chair about 
three or four feet away from the bed, with her straddling me and pressing 
her body against mine for all it was worth. Quickly she removed my shirt...

...and all of a sudden, I felt my wrists being placed behind the chair, 
with the cold steel of handcuffs being placed around my wrist. I was 
worried. "Nancy..." I said.

"Shhh," she said. After kissing me once, lightly, she slowly began 
unbuckling my belt. She raised me up off the chair just enough to slip 
them off of my waist along with my underwear. While the handcuffs had 
cooled me down, at least momentarily, Nancy's effect on me could still be 
seen quite clearly in my stiffness.  

Then, without a word, Nancy took off her stockings, knelt down, and tied my 
legs to each chair leg. I wasn't really used to bondage, or anything 
close to it, really...but under the circumstances, I had no objections 
whatsoever to this treatment.

Except for the fact that she was about to leave me alone.

"Where are you going?" I asked in alarm as she stood up to leave. "You 
can't leave me like this!"

"Oh?" she asked, in an innocent-sounding voice. "Can't I? Oh, but I can, 
and I will...at least for the moment. I'll be back in half an hour." Just 
before leaving, she stopped and looked thoughtfully at the dresser for a 
moment, then smiled broadly. She reached into my dresser and pulled out a 
black sock of mine, and proceeded to tie it around my eyes. I then felt a 
kiss on my cheek. "I'll *try* to be back in half an hour...it might take 
a little longer," she whispered.

She laughed, and I heard her blow a kiss and leave, not even bothering to 
close the door.

The time seemed to go by forever. I wasn't sure whether to be aroused or 
fighting for my life. The torment was playing on my mind quite visibly, 
and although I had the feeling that Nancy wouldn't actually hurt me or 
abandon me, the situation was getting to me.

Then all at once I heard footsteps enter the room. I had no idea what was 
going on...until I heard Nancy's voice whispering in my ear, "I'm back." 
But while she *was* back, she also wasn't too intent on letting me go 
anytime soon. The first thing I noticed was that the leather dress had 
come off, because as she straddled my legs, I could feel her damp pussy 
pressed up and rubbing against my thighs.

She flickered her tongue over my ear and my neck and slowly worked her 
way down my body, suckling and tweaking my nipples like I had done to her 
the previous night. She continued lower, over my stomach, and finally to 
my waist. I felt her cup my sac in her hands, tickling it with her 
fingers as she went along. Slowly, I felt a hand slowly grasping the 
underside of my cock, stroking it lightly, with the grip just firm enough 
for it to be obvious.

As she stroked, I soon felt soft, wet kisses being planted all around my 
throbbing, almost aching member. I felt Nancy's lips going down around my 
cock, sucking on it gently as her tongue lingered over the underside for 
a considerable period of time. I heard Nancy begin to sigh as she kept 
sucking me, which surprised me a little...but not nearly as much as when 
I felt a *second* pair of lips planting little kisses on me.

"Nancy!" I said, startled by this new intrusion. "What's going on?" 
Instead of answering, Nancy stopped what she was doing and took off the 
blindfold.

It took me a moment to adjust to the light in the room, but when I did, I 
couldn't believe my eyes.

Nancy had resumed her position before me, with my lips firmly planted 
around the head of my penis...and Tamara, of all people, was straddling 
Nancy's back, feeling Nancy's breasts from behind and lapping her tongue 
along her spine. I could see Nancy shudder involuntarily from Tamara's 
attention.

As I could feel myself beginning to tense, I noticed Nancy easing up on 
me a little, and finally releasing me entirely just as I was beginning to 
think I was going to come. Tammy seemed to take it as a cue, and went 
over to the bed Nancy and I had slept in the previous night. Nancy 
straddled me, with her arms latched firmly around my back. Slowly, and 
ever so carefully, she lowered herself onto me, and began to bounce up 
and down. The feeling was indescribable...especially as Nancy began 
whispering into my ear.

"God, this feels great," she whispered, almost tauntingly, slowly making 
love to me in sync with her words. "You know something, baby...remember 
how I told you not to worry about Tamara? Well, I think I should tell you 
now. We're lovers, Andy. Yeah. We make love to each other every chance we 
get, baby...and you know what we're going to do for you?"

At this, she began to lose her breath a little bit. Tamara came over to 
us, nuzzling Nancy's neck and lightly caressing her body as Nancy continued 
to whisper in my ear. "We're going to make love...we want you to watch us 
as we make sweet, sweet love to each other...then, we're going to release 
you, and you're gonna get to make Tamara come, and make me come, over and 
over againnn..." 

Her body started to shake uncontrollably as she came closer and closer to 
her climax...and mine. "Yes, Andy...both of us want you...we want you to 
come, and watch us come, and make us come...we both love and want 
you...oh GOOOOD...yess..."

Both of our orgasms hit us like thunderbolts, as I felt my entire body 
tingle, her fingers tracing the outline of my spine, Tamara caressing 
Nancy and kissing her for all she was worth, and hearing both of our 
screams of unrestrained exstacy...

After what seemed like an eternity, Nancy got off of me and turned her 
attention to Tamara, whose obvious arousal seemed to be flowing down the 
insides of her thighs like a river. Nancy and Tamara kissed passionately, 
not even being concerned with freeing me just yet, as their hands 
explored what for them was obviously familiar territory - each other. 

Nancy took one of Tamara's nipples in her mouth and lightly bit at it, 
causing Tamara to tightly hold Nancy's head to her. I saw Tamara's legs 
visibly shake as Nancy extended one hand and lightly brushed Tamara's 
soaked cunt with her fingertips. It didn't take long after that for the 
two of them to fall into bed.

I watched Nancy slowly trace her tongue all the way down Tamara's body 
and tease her relentlessly, like I had done to Nancy the previous night. 
I was straining against the chair, wanting to join in and add to the 
passion (as if that was possible), but those handcuffs were tight as 
could be. I wasn't going anywhere.

But Nancy and Tamara were...to heaven, as best I could tell. Nancy seemed 
to enjoy making love to Tamara as much as Tamara enjoyed receiving that 
love, and as Nancy continued suckling and licking away at Tamara's clit, 
I could hear both of them whimpering for release. I then heard Tamara 
whisper, "I need you, Nancy," and the two of them soon found themselves 
intertwined, with Nancy leaning down to finish what she started on Tamara 
and Tamara pulling Nancy's dripping sex to her face to return the favor.

They continued making love, Tamara putting two fingers inside Nancy and 
pumping away as she licked at her and Nancy lightly grazing Tamara's anus 
as she continued on her. I watched Tamara's face contort seemingly 
hundreds of different ways. Finally, she could take no more, and I saw 
her tighten her grip on Nancy as the first waves of orgasm rippled 
through her like an ocean current. She had to stop what she was doing 
because she was so wrapped up in the pleasure Nancy was giving her, and 
she thrashed her head wildly as she came, and came, and came.

Nancy, bless her soul, managed to hold herself up long enough to come 
over and untie me. I had barely stood up before I was practically running 
over to the bed, kissing Tamara for all I was worth, probably hurting her 
jaw in the process...but at the same time, not caring a whole lot one way 
or the other. After all, I'd been waiting for some time for this moment.

Tamara rolled me onto my back and in an instant impaled herself on me, 
practically riding me like a bucking bronco. She laid herself so that her 
breasts were pressed against me, and I thrusted up into her deeply, 
almost in a passionate frenzy. It didn't take long for Tamara to come 
again. She pressed her nails in my back and practically roared like an 
animal. Her soaked cunt gripped me like a vice and she held me so tight 
as she called out my name. Nancy got down by my side, and whispered to 
me, "Please, come inside Tammy...you know she wants it...you know you 
want it..." That set me off like there was no tommorrow. I probably came 
longer than I ever had in my life, Tamara and Nancy egging me on, with 
waves of pleasure roaring through me like I'd never felt before...

The rest of the night seemed to be one orgasm after another, with some 
light conversation to fill the time. The three of us made love to each 
other in seemingly every position, every possible way that I ever knew of 
(and a few I dare say I'd never known), and it must have been at least 4 
a.m. before we collapsed, exhausted, in each others' arms...

                       *           *           *

I woke up somewhat reluctantly the next morning...only to find Tamara and 
Nancy gone, with no trace of the night's events there to greet me.

Except for the note.

"Dear Andy," it read. "This last weekend was one of the greatest we've 
ever had, and we're sure you share that opinion. But right now, we're in a 
little bit of a quandary. You see, we've wanted a man to join us for 
quite some time, and thus far, you're the only one who seems to be 
qualified, as a person and as a lover, to do so.

"But neither one of us would ever *think* of dragging you away from a 
good job in Baltimore, or anywhere else, for that matter. If you want to 
stay there, that's fine. Even if you do decide that, the three of us can 
live with the memories of this weekend for the rest of our lives, and 
look back on it all happily.

"But the truth is, the thing that would make us happiest is if you came 
to Philly and joined us. We want to have a permanent, secure triad...with 
you. The three of us, loving each other for the rest of our lives, always 
being there for one another...think about it. It would be the most 
wonderful thing that ever happened to both of us.

"Please think about it...because both of us are falling in love with you, 
and we don't ever want this to end.

"Love, Nancy and Tamara."

Tears were streaming down my face by the end of the letter. No doubt the 
same thing had happened as they were writing it. In the end, I knew there 
was only one thing I could do.

"Hello, Tom, can you get me the publisher?...It's about my job there at 
the Sun...it's time for me to move on."

THE END