The Yacht Trip-Part II

The Yacht Trip- Part II

Having finished our meal, and with no chance to do anything more at the moment, Maggie and I returned to our seats. I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head as Maggie looked around the cabin before she sat down. For that matter, I was wondering how we could pull off any more sexcapades myself. I didn’t see any real opportunities around.

My friends were curled up under blankets and were fast asleep. Mags and I seated ourselves and covered up with the blankets we had found in our seats.

We were good the rest of the trip. Not counting a little fondling now and again. Amy must have worn the carpet out walking to and from the galley. Seemed like about every ten minutes she would wander by. I don’t know, maybe that was what she was supposed to do.

Maggie commented that she would have loved to put on a little show for Amy and the other girls. That kind of took me by surprise, but I filed it away for future reference.

The rest of flight was uneventful and I’m sure Amy was happy about that. Maggie and I did doze off. I think we slept about two hours or so. Soon enough, we were awakened for the ‘get ‘em up and get ready to kick them off’ routine all airlines go through.

As we were leaving the plane, Amy whispered something in Maggie’s ear. I was too far behind Maggie to hear what was said. And by the time we got off the plane and checked our next flight I had forgotten the matter. With good reason. We only had an hour to catch the plane to Paris. I hadn’t realized that we had landed almost forty minutes late. Planes were stacked up over JFK airport due to weather. We had to hurry to the International terminal which was the heck and gone away from where we were.

We all had carry-on bags. Maggie had one and a make-up kit. I had one with some essentials in it. As a group, we all but ran to the TWA exit. There we got lucky; the airport tram had just pulled up. We waited until some people got off, then boarded the bus. I asked the driver how long to get to the International terminal and he said about fifteen minutes. It was going to be tight.

It was also closer to twenty minutes. And it was hot and worse, humid. Like about 90 degrees and 90% humidity. And no air conditioning in the bus. By the time we reached the terminal we were all drenched in sweat and not really happy campers.

Scrambling off the bus we hurried inside. I looked around and spotted the Air France desk so we headed for that. There was a huge line, about a hundred people long. We got in line and I started looking around. About fifty feet from where we stood was another Air France counter. A young lady stood behind it looking very bored. My eyes opened wide as I realized that was the counter for first class passengers.

I grabbed my bag, and Maggie’s, said ‘follow me’ to my friends, and strode down the way to the first class check-in. I had hoped to get seats close together but as late as we were I was thinking most of the better seats would have been taken. Wrong again.

We reached the empty counter and received a nice smile from the girl behind it.

“I know we’re running late. Our incoming flight was delayed. Can we still get seats near each other?” I asked what turned out to be stupid question.

“Don’t worry about being late. All out going flights are delayed at least an hour” Well, duh, I thought as I heard this. “As to getting seats together, I don’t think that will be a problem. Unless we get some walk up customers, you four are the only ones in First Class for this flight.”

Say what? The only ones? “How does that happen?” I put thought to words.

“Several reasons, really. First, there are 4 other flights to Paris that all leave about the same time. Second, the middle of the week is always slow for first class. Business and coach are almost full though.” The girl answered with a very sweet smile.

“Nice.” I replied.  We then went through the check-in routine. Showing our passports, tickets, getting seats picked out, making sure our bags had gotten moved from our incoming flight (this was a service I didn’t know existed, but it did for First Class passengers, if there was enough time). Fifteen minutes later the four of us were strolling up the concourse, we through the check-point and headed for our gate.

The girls spied a restroom and headed off that direction. Tom and I spotted the bar and aimed for that. We found a small table in the rear of the place and took possession of it, then waited for M&M to show up. And don’t ask me how Maggie and Mary got that name. I don’t remember. Tom used it first and I went with it.

We both ordered bloody Mary’s and were served quickly. We had just finished them when we realized the girls hadn’t shown up. We figured they would be awhile but it was going on twenty minutes. I left Tom in charge of the table and he would keep a look out for the girls. I headed out of the bar to look for them, and also to check on our flight time.

A flight message board was only a few steps from the bar. I checked and saw there was another delay on our flight and we had at least an hour before boarding would be called. I then turned and headed towards the restroom where our Ladies had last been seen. They weren’t hanging around that area so I walked to where our gate was. Nope. Not there either. Wandering around ten more minutes, and looking in one gift shop and a duty free shop produced no results so I wandered back to the bar.

And of course M&M were sitting with Tom and all three had drinks in front of them. Sigh. I sat down, saying nothing, but Maggie was having none of that.

“Just where have you been, Mark. We’ve been waiting a long time for you to show up.”

Sigh.

“They walked in about two minutes after you left.” Tom informed me. And that figured. Of course that would happen.

I shrugged. “I, foolishly, went looking for you. And our flight won’t be called for at least an hour.” It was then I noticed that both girls had changed clothes. Maggie now wore a long dress that buttoned in front all the way from hem to neck. Mary was wearing a skirt that was shorter than Maggie’s dress. Both girls wore flat sandals, and both looked very comfortable. Good idea they had, it was going to be a long flight.

“Why did you go looking for us? We knew where you were. We watched you guys walk in here.” And Maggie gave me that sweet, innocent smile that told me show had just counted coup on me. Sigh. This was going to be a most interesting trip.

We sat and sipped our drinks, not ordering anymore as we didn’t want to stagger onto the plane. We talked about Paris, what we all wanted to see, where to go, what to do while there. The list grew and grew. I didn’t bother to mention we were only there for two nights. Why spoil things for them.

Eventually, we headed out of the bar and down to the gate for the flight. There was a really long line at the desk, and it made me wonder if the flight had been called. I moved ahead quickly but needn’t have bothered. It was a line for late passengers to get their boarding cards. The four of us found seats and began the wait for the boarding call.

We needn’t have bothered to sit down. No sooner had we set our carry-on bags down, and gotten ourselves settled, than a voice over the intercom announced pre-boarding for First Class passengers. So, we picked everything up and headed over to the walkway. We gave our boarding cards to lovely young lady and headed down the jet way to the 747.

Once at the door of the huge aircraft, we showed our tickets with seat assignments to the perky French flight attendant. She smiled sweetly and showed us to our seats.

“Welcome aboard Air France” she said with a nice accent. “If you would like, I shall serve champagne in a few minutes. We shall be serving dinner soon after takeoff. Here are your menus.” And handed us… menus. “I will take your dinner orders at that time.” And off she went.

Maggie and Mary promptly sat in their respective window seats. Tom and I stuck our carryon bags in the overhead bins and sat next to our respective ladies.  Maggie turned from looking out the window (as we were on the left side of the cabin all she could see was the airport and part of the jet way). Giving me one of her sweet smiles, Maggie leaned over and kissed me. Deeply. At the same time, her left hand found its way to my crotch and gave me a little squeeze.

We settled back in our seats, holding hands. I picked up my menu and was surprised to see three choices of entrée. Fish (no thank you) chicken in some kind of French goop, and filet mignon. My decision took all of twenty seconds so I put the menu back down. Maggie was studying her menu intently. I sat back and looked around the cabin to see what I could see. Then I remembered something; in-flight movies.

Picking up the menu again I started to look it over carefully.  At the bottom I find what I was looking for. In fact, there was a double feature tonight. And joy of joys, I had seen, and disliked, both movies. One was a murder mystery based on a very good book, but the film sucked. The other was a chick-flick feel good movie that had one of the worst lines I have ever heard in a movie. And no, I’m not saying what it was. Ha!

About that time the flight attendant returned, bottle of real French champagne and four crystal flutes in hand. I smiled and said thank you as she poured. Maggie did as well, but then, “Instead of watching the movies, can we go up stairs to the lounge?”

“Certainly. The lounge is exclusive for First Class passengers so you can go up any time after you have finished your dinner.” Then the attendant turned and poured for Tom and Mary. That done, she next took their food order, turned back to us and took ours. Steak for me, the chicken with the French goop for Maggie.

Sipping our champagne, Maggie and I sat quietly. We were both kind of tired after the day we had had, and just relaxing was a great feeling. We held hands is companionable silence for some time. But eventually, the cabin doors were closed and the flight attendants took their places for the safety spiel.

Side bar here: One of the best comedy lines I ever heard was soon after the advent of the jet for commercial travel.  Quoting from memory….”jets are so much nicer and fancier than prop planes. Faster, better seating, better food. They even have a better way of telling you when the plane is in trouble. A voice says, ‘excuse me sir, but I have to inform you that your plane has just crashed.’ Oh My God’ is the reply. The voice comes back and says….’Yes?’

The plane started moving as we heard all about the safety equipment, the life vests under our seats, where the emergency exits were, and how to use them. Our attendant stood about three feet in front of us and made cute funny faces and rolled her eyes as she gave the speech, smiling the entire time. I think she had heard that joke too.

Soon enough we had negotiated the labyrinth that was the JFK airport runways. We turned and the pilots put the pedal to the mettle. I am, to this day, amazed at the fact that such a huge aircraft can accelerate as rapidly as a 747 does. And even more that it can actually fly. Nevertheless, fly it did.

We climbed a bit, made a big arching turn, and climbed some more. Less than ten minutes after wheels up the flight attendants, or in our case, attendant, were going through the cabins. In the back, the cabin crew where wheeling the drink carts. In our area, the champagne was poured again. I really didn’t care for it all that much, but I was having a nice red wine with dinner, and didn’t want hard liquor to interact badly with the wine.

Maggie sipped her champagne slowly and was looking around. She nudged me and said softly, “I want you to play with my pussy until dinner is served.” Having said that, Mags then unbuttoned her dress, starting from the bottom and going about half-way up. I realized then why she had chosen to wear that dress. And who was I to argue.

I reached under the dress, which was still buttoned at just below crotch level, and made another discovery; no panties. Sexy minx. She put her seat back and spread her legs a bit to give me access. Slowly, I moved my hand between her legs, letting my fingers caress her soft fuzz above her vagina. Moving them just a little allowed my fingers to roam over her pussy lips and clit. Maggie was already damp.

Mags moved her right hand under her dress and began to play with her left breast. At the same time, she moved her right leg so that it was sort of across the little console table between us. This allowed her wet pussy to open up a bit more.

Taking full advantage of that, I spread her labia with two fingers then began to slowly finger fuck her. As I did that, I made sure that the palm of my hand made contact with her clit as I moved my finger in and out of her.

Maggie must have been thinking of something like this for a while.  Within ten minutes I saw her eyes open wide, then close again. The hand on her breast had stopped moving and she was gripping her left seat arm tightly with her left hand.

Sucking in a deep breath, Maggie went stiff as a board. I never stopped my finger from moving insider her, but I did increase the tempo, and the pressure on her clit as my thumb and palm moved over it.

She exhaled suddenly. Her legs closed tightly, trapping my hand between her legs. The Maggie’s body shook for a few seconds, in a nice orgasm. After a minute more, she relaxed her legs enough that I could pull my hand out. As I did, Maggie took my wrist in her right hand then pulled it up to her mouth. Slowly, one at a time, she licked and sucked my fingers clean.

Finally letting me have my hand back, Maggie looked at me smiled and said “go in the restroom and take off your underwear. I’m going to suck you off during dinner.” She didn’t whisper this, but said it in a normal voice. I heard Tom kind of snort, and heard Mary laugh. Then Mary whispered something to Tom that I didn’t hear.

However, as soon as Mary finished whispering, Tom stood and walked aft and entered one of the restrooms. I, evidently, wasn’t moving fast enough to suit Maggie, as I received an elbow in my ribs as a sort of ‘hurry up’ reminder. So, I too got up and walked to one of the restrooms.

It didn’t take me long. Three minutes later (and yes, I did have to ‘go’) I was back in my seat. Maggie, for her part, had re-buttoned her dress and was sitting demurely with hands folded in her lap. Little miss innocent, My Ass.

A word here about our flight attendant. She was a very pretty short haired blond. About 5 feet 5 inches tall. She weighed maybe 110 pounds. As she was wearing an unremarkable uniform jacket when we boarded and during champagne service, and slacks to boot, I couldn’t see what kind of figure she had. Her name was Francine.

Francine came back to us, a fresh bottle of champagne in hand.  Yes, I accepted another. I have no idea what number this was, but Maggie held her glass up as well. Tom and Mary were no slouches either. Francine told us dinner would be served in a few minutes.

Maggie leaned into me and whispered to me “Undo your pants and pull down your zipper.” So of course I did. No fool, me.

A few minutes later Francine arrived with supper. The first delivery was to Tom and Mary. Francine smiled at Maggie and me and then hurried off. Three minutes later, our own food was delivered. Just like in a restaurant. Real plates, silver ware, cloth napkins, wine splits with real crystal goblets, the whole works.

No sooner did Francine return to the galley than Maggie set her serving on the console between us. She raised her own tray and quickly moved under my tray.  Even with all the room in first class this was a very difficult maneuver. I lifted my own serving up and Maggie used her head to raise the tray.

That accomplished, Maggie quickly pulled my pants apart and used her hands to pull out my already hard cock. Yes, already hard. Just the thought of what she was about to do brought me to full attention. Wasting no time, Maggie opened her mouth and dived down on me.

Instantly I felt her hot tongue moving all over and around my cock. Her head began to dance a bit which in turn caused the seat tray to bounce as well. A wonder Mags didn’t get a concussion. She began to suck my cock hard and to move one hand up and down on it.  She buried herself to my pubic hairs, then retreated back to the head.

Looking up briefly, Maggie said, “Don’t hold off please. I want your taste with my chicken.”

I was nowhere near ready to cum at this point. But oh my, did what she was doing feel so good. Still moving her head up and down, Maggie gently took my balls in her other hand and played with them.

Hearing a noise across the aisle, I figured that Mary and Tom were getting an eyeful of what Maggie was doing. Nope. Like Maggie, Mary was between Tom’s legs and sucking him as well as Mags was sucking me. Ah, bliss.

And I think that watching Mary sucking tom’s cock is what sent me over the edge. Or maybe it was Maggie’s wayward finger that found its way to my asshole and pushed against it. Or both.

Not five minutes after Maggie started this sexy blowjob I felt the urge.  She must have as well because she started jacking me really fast. And that was that. I shot a load just as Maggie hit bottom again. I swear, that one must have gone down her throat and never touched her tongue.

The second shot however Maggie was ready for. She had moved back to the top of my cock and sucked hard. That spurt definitely ended up on her tongue. I know because she pulled off my cock, open her mouth, and showed it to me. Damn, such a sexy minx.

I knew there was a little left in me, and I suppose Maggie did too because she engulfed me again. Another spasm hit me. She swallowed while still sucking my cock. But that was it… for now.

I heard a groan across the aisle and turned in time to see Mary repeat Maggie’s action. Mary opened her mouth to show Tom his load, then swallowed. I glanced at Maggie and saw her nod in approval.

Maggie squirmed around and got back into her seat, then began to eat. I set my serving back onto the seat tray table, pulled my pants up and sort of closed, then began to eat my own food. Just in time.

Francine chose that moment to make an appearance. Twenty seconds earlier might have been a touch….embarrassing for all involved. I have often wondered what Francine might have said had she caught us. It was Maggie’s belief that Francine had, in fact, started to come check on us a little earlier, saw what was going on, and decided to wait a few more minutes. Maggie claimed to have seen Francine start to come out, but quickly go back into the galley. Maybe. Possibly. And later events seemed to bear out Maggie’s claim.

In any event, the rest of the meal time passed quietly. For my part, I could barely lift my silverware and for several minutes couldn’t lift my wine glass. Anyway, after a while Francine came back and took our food trays, asked if we wanted anything else, then departed.

I knew, without doubt, that Maggie was just marking time for something to happen. I just wasn’t sure what. After Francine took our plates, Mag’s and I held hands, not speaking, again, just relaxing. Tom and Mary were doing basically the same.

About forty five minutes after the dinner leavings had been taken away, Francine walked to the front of the cabin and began to prepare the screen and cameras for the inflight movie. She smile at us, kind of slyly I thought, as she finished and walked back to the galley. Soon, the lights in our cabin dimmed and the first movie started.

“Let’s go upstairs. It’s my turn.” Said Maggie. Oh, Hell yes, thought I.

I got up, let Mag’s pass me and we headed for stairs. Interestingly enough, Mary was sitting in Tom’s lap, her arms folded on the seat in front of her. Tom smiled at me as I passed. Hmmmm.

We managed to get up the circular stairs without incident. The upstairs lounge was small with seating for about ten people. It was empty, and the overhead lights were dimmed very low. No movie screen up here, I noticed.

None of the seat lights were on, and it was a little hard to see. Which worked to our advantage.

Maggie walked the short way to the front of the cabin, then turned to face me. I was only a few feet away, having followed her. Slowly, starting at the top, Maggie began to unbutton her dress. Very slowly. The top button, then the second. At that point, Mags moved one hand under the dress and began to caress her own breast. I could see her hand moving under the dress despite the gloom of the cabin.

A minute of that, and Maggie started unbuttoning again. The third button, then the forth. The  fifth was just about navel height and after undoing that one, Maggie reached a hand under the dress and moved it down, obviously playing with her own pussy.

She was teasing me. And enticing me. I’m sure her idea was to get herself warmed up. But I’m also sure it was to get ME going again. Too late for that. I already was… ready.  The whole scenario, the location, the chance of getting caught, seeing Maggie strip for me, was enough.

Now moving quickly, Maggie unbuttoned the final four buttons. Surprising me, instead of just opening the dress to show her charms, Maggie dropped the dress completely off. She stood before me totally naked. I suddenly realized this was the first time I had seen her naked since we were together years before.

Maggie had been sexy as hell back then. Nice legs. Firm ass. Pert if small breasts. Somewhere in the last couple of years, my minx had matured. A lot. Still pert, and hardly huge, her breasts stood out nicely. The nipples that same pink color as before. I could see the soft down of her pubic bush. Thicker now than it had been then. And obviously bikini tripped around the edges.

Reaching into the seat she was standing next too, Maggie pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the floor of the cabin. Next, she grabbed a pillow and dropped that down as well. Quickly, Maggie got on the floor and spread her legs widely.

“Eat me.” Was all she said.

My shoes, pants and shirt soon found their way into a seat. And I was kneeling before Maggie’s gorgeous, petite body. I wasn’t about to waste time. I wanted to taste her as much as she wanted me too. So I did.

Dropping first to my knees, then laying down between her legs, I let my mouth cover Maggie’s moist pussy. My tongue lightly and slowly made its way from bottom to top of her pussy. She was, as I expected, already moist. I let my tongue caress her pussy lips, first one, then the other, then back. And I moved it up and down her slit.

Maggie exhaled a soft moan. I glanced up her body and saw she was squeezing her own breasts and tweaking her nipples. Pretty hard too, I noticed. Hmmm.

Though I watched her playing with herself, I hadn’t stopped licking Maggie’s pussy. I used my fingers to open her up more, then began to tongue fuck her tight hole, slowly and as deeply as I could. My mouth covered her pussy completely and I began to drive my tongue into her. I licked everything I could reach, making sure that my tongue touched each sweet part of her over and over again.

Maggie was moaning constantly by now. Her body was writhing slowly and she was drawing her legs up higher and trying to spread them wider. And seconds later, she somehow managed to hook her legs into the arms of the chairs on each side of the aisle. Once she had done that, she used her legs to raise her bottom up off the floor, giving me direct access to both of her sweet entrances. And I made the most of it.

I slowly licked from her pussy entrance to her clit. Taking my time, teasing, I gently sucked on and nibbled each of her labia. After a minute or so of that, I gently ran my tongue around, then over her clit. Maggie was writhing, moaning, she had grabbed my head in her hands and was pushing me against her pussy.

“Damn, your mouth is so hot. Lick me, I’m cummmm” she didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, she had a massive orgasm that shook her entire body. Juices poured from her pussy, and I lapped them up as best I could, and still pay attention to her clit. I used a kind of a back and forth from entrance to button movement.

Maggie had a second orgasm, and more juices flowed. I licked them from her pussy, and spread my tongue against her rosebud, already partially open from her position.  Pushing my tongue inside caused her a third orgasm, and put her into a sort of euphoric state. Her body was a mass of goose bumps, small moans and panting were the only things emitting from her mouth. Maggie’s head get moving back and forth.

The time seemed, appropriate.

I pulled away from Maggie then moved up her body, with a total lack of gentleness, I pushed my cock into her pussy, deep and hard. Then I began to fuck her Hard. Just as hard and fast and deeply as I could.

A deep intake of breath, an almost scream when she exhaled, preceded yet another orgasm by Maggie. And mine was close behind. I had no intention of even trying to hold back. Less than three of four minutes of hard pounding in her tight, hot pussy, and I started to cum. And hard. Now it was time for MY body to shake, and for me to moan and gasp.

And Maggie had still another orgasm at the same time as I did. Damn, I do love multi-orgasmic women.

Time froze. Hours later (maybe two minutes) we both started to return to earth. I withdrew from the warm heaven between Maggie’s legs and sat back on my haunches. To my surprise, she could still move. Maggie pulled her legs down and moved around enough to kneel in front of me.

Bending over, Maggie took my half-hard cock into her mouth and licked and sucked it clean. When finished she said simply, “We do taste good.” Then smiled that sexy smile of hers.

We hugged, kissing deeply, then looked around. Nope, no one there. Moving quickly now, the two of us dressed, checked to make sure nothing was left behind, and headed back done the stairs  to our seats.

It was dark in the first class cabin. My friends were asleep. The cabin attendants were….somewhere out of sight. The movie was over. And, frankly, so was I. Sleep was indicated and Maggie was in full agreement.  She slid into the window seat, put a pillow behind her head, and pulled a blanket over herself.

In total agreement with those actions, I duplicated them, and closed my eyes, preparing for a nice nap.  But it wasn’t to be, not yet, anyway.

Seconds after I closed my eyes, I felt a presence next to me, then a tap on my shoulder.  I opened one eye to see the lovely cabin attendant kneeling next to me. That was a surprise, to say the least.

Francine said, handing me a piece of paper, “Monsieur. I have one more flight to make, and then go on two week holiday.” She handed me a piece of paper. “If you are still in Paris, and….would like, please call me.” With that, she stood and started to walk away.

Quietly, hoping to not wake Maggie, I said, “wait. Do you have pen and paper I could use?”

 Raised eyebrows, then a smile, and Francine nodded. Quickly she went into the galley, returning in mere seconds with pen and paper in hand.  I took both and started writing. As I did, I said, “We will only be in Paris two days. We are going to Greece for a yacht trip.  These are my contact numbers.” Saying this, I handed Francine the paper and pen back.

I smiled, then continued, “You’re more than welcome to join us. We don’t leave the harbor for three more days. If you can make it, please do.”

Her eyes opened wide. “And your Lady won’t mind?” Francine whispered.

A soft voice from next to me, “No, I won’t mind. Anything he wants I do.”

I glanced over at Maggie. Evidently, she had never opened her eyes. But she was smiling.

I think Francine was as about as surprised as I was. But…”Thank you both.  I think, yes, this can be arranged. May I impose? May I bring a friend?”

“Of course.” Was my reply.

Francine smiled, bent and kissed me lightly on the cheek and returned to the galley. 

Off and on, for the rest of the flight, I wondered what has possessed this really cute girl to give me her phone number. When I discussed this with Maggie later she had a simple explanation, “Simple, my love, Francine watched us when we were upstairs.”  I didn’t buy into that explanation, but, as it turned out, Maggie was right.

We slept. Exhaustion does have a way of catching up with you. But an airplane seat, regardless of how comfortable, is hardly a bed so good sleep for me was ….difficult at best. Long legs need room to stretch out.

In any event, we slept. For a few hours anyway. Before long, the cabin light came on, and the few open window showed that it was daylight outside. A voice over the intercom announced breakfast would be served shortly. Also, that we were only 90 minutes from landing.

Maggie sat up, looked around, smiled at me, then got up and made a beeline for the restroom, taking her large handbag with her.  Mary was right behind her. Tom and I just grinned at each other and settled back in our chairs. While the girls were gone, Francine came by offering coffee. Oh, heck yes.

By the time the girls got back, full coffee cups were waiting for them on the little between seats table.  Mag’s sat down, and picked up her cup, sipping slowly and smiling. She had reapplied some makeup, and obviously brushed her teeth and cleaned up a bit. Good idea, the last two. I would do the same after breakfast.

We received scrambled eggs, hash browns, croissants with jelly and butter, and more coffee from Francine. A nice, light breakfast. I scarfed it down like I hadn’t eaten in days.

The rest of the flight, what there was of it, was uneventful. Francine acted as though the night before had never happened. And Maggie was too excited about Paris to worry about anything else. As were Tom and Mary. Eventually, we landed.

Orly airport is very close to my least favorite airport in the world. It was then, and is now, a real mess. But it has one redeeming feature, it’s not far from Paris by car, about 16KM.  But getting from the arrival gate, going through French customs, waiting for luggage then inspection, takes longer than the actual drive into Paris.

We survived.

We landed, were given the, “glad you could travel with us” exiting speech by the attendants, (I got a subtle squeeze of my hand by Francine) and out the plane. To the ground. And onto a bus. A bus? Yep. For the ride to the terminal. 747’s were too big, at that time, to pull up to Orly’s terminal. Joy.

Managing to clear customs, etc., without being arrested, nor detained, the four of us stumbled out into the sunshine. Taxis abounded. But I wanted something more than a damn Fiat for the four of us and our luggage. I finally found a limo rental and hired a Mercedes limo. And honest to God 600SEL. That gorgeous car easily accommodated the four of us and all our luggage. So off we went. Enjoying the scenery as we drove into Paris.

We had landed somewhere around 7:30 AM local time. Our bodies were still on Vegas time. Meaning we were TIRED even after sleep on the plane. A nap, at best. It took us another 45 minutes to clear customs, 30 more to get our luggage, 20 to secure transportation, and then a 30 minute drive to the hotel. By the time we got to the registration desk, exhaustion and jet lag had hit all of us hard.

I will say this about the George V, our hotel; I have stayed in a great many hotels worldwide. Few come close to the impeccable service of this place. It is, in my opinion, one of the top five hotels I have ever stayed in. and this trip was no exception. Our reservations were for two bedrooms with a small parlor connecting. What we got was a huge suite. The living area included a wet bar, dining area and small kitchen.  The bedrooms were huge and each had their own large tubs and separate showers.

I spent a total of five minutes at the front desk before a trio of bellmen showed up. We were escorted by one, with our luggage being collected by the other two, and whisked off to our rooms quickly. Now that is service.

We were all dead tired. After pointing out what luggage went to which bedroom, tipping the three bellmen, all of us simply crashed. Few words were spoken between us, save the ‘goodnight’ words to each other. And sleep took over from there.

My overall plan was simple. We would spend two nights in Paris to get over the jet lag, then leave for Athens the afternoon of the third day. It worked out well. We all slept most of the first day in Paris.  I was the first to arise, and called the floor concierge for coffee and breads for all of us.

Only minutes after the service I had ordered arrived, Mary had walked out of her bedroom, bleary eyed and totally naked. I doubt she even realized she was. She was a very attractive woman. Great breasts, pointed nipples, and very bouncy. Superb legs, well-shaped and very firm. A soft face that held her only bad feature, a big nose. Mind you, that didn’t put ME off one bit. Mary was a very sexy woman.

She sat down at the table and I poured her a cup of coffee. She smiled at me and silently sipped from her cup. And just as silently, Mary reached for, and began to nibble, a croissant.  Mary still seemed to be totally oblivious to her nakedness.

We sat quietly, neither of us talking, for several minutes. Then the bedroom door to my and Maggie’s room opened and Maggie started to walk out. She was wearing one of those long bath robes the hotel provides. She stopped in the doorway, looked carefully at Mary, then turned and walked back into the bedroom.

Mary seemed oblivious to this, though I saw Maggie. I saw her again, a few seconds later, when Maggie came back out of the bedroom, this time as naked as Mary was. Hmmm. Well, fair is fair, I suppose.

Mag’s walked up to the table and sat down. Without a word, I poured her a cup of coffee, then handed her the basket of various breads.  Maggie chose a croissant and buttered it. About this time, a less bleary eyed Mary seemed to notice Maggie. Mary’s eyebrows rose.

“Maggie, you’re naked!!!!” Mary exclaimed.

Maggie laughed and replied, “Well, when I saw you sitting her naked, and me in a robe, it didn’t seem fair. So I took my robe off.”

Mary blinked once, then again, digesting what Maggie had just said.  Slowly, Mary’s head, and eyes, looked down at herself. “Oh. I’m naked.” She glanced at me, then at Maggie, shrugged her shoulders and continued, “Oh well, too late to cover now.” And laughed.

And then Tom walked out of the other bedroom. He made straight for the last seat at the table. Mary poured him coffee and buttered him a roll. Tom sipped and nibbled for a few moments then said, “Nice. Some sightseeing this morning.”

We all cracked up with that. And began to discuss what things we wanted to do for what was left of the day, and the night. The girls had their own ideas. Mary wanted the Eiffel Tower, at night. She wanted to go to the top and see the Paris lights. Maggie, an art student, wanted the Louvre, at any time.

We decided to split up for now. Maggie and I to see art, Tom and Mary to the Tower. We would meet up later at the place the guys wanted to visit. And where was that? Ha. The Crazy Horse Review, of course.

The course of events began to transpire. Mary and Tom went their way; Maggie and I went ours. Mags and I arrived at, and began to tour the most famous art museum in the world. Eventually we reached what is arguably the most famous of all paintings, the Mona Lisa.

Maggie stood in front of it, enthralled. I glanced at it for a few moments, then started to look around at other things. Any other thing. OK, sorry, but I’m not a big art fan. I acknowledge the genius that goes into a fine work, and enjoy seeing them. But my attention span on that stuff is very short... Sorry, but true.

After a few minutes, Maggie spoke. “What do you think she is smiling about?”

Without considering my answer, I replied, “She’s thinking, ‘I know where the bodies are buried and you don’t. So don’t mess with me’.”

That got me a quick, hard, elbow in my ribs. Ha. Deserved, I’m sure.

We stayed until closing, which wasn’t all that long really. I asked Maggie if she wanted to return tomorrow but she said no, she’d seen what she had wanted to see. A few Picasso’s some Rembrandts etc. etc., but the Mona Lisa was really her heart’s desire. I had the sore ribs to prove it.

Hunger intruded upon us then. We had two hours to kill before meeting Mary and Tom. And we had made no plans to get together with them for dinner. So, off Maggie and I went, to a neat little outside café’ for some real Parisian food. A place called McDonalds. I had the house specialty, a Big Mac, and Maggie had something with chicken. And fries of course. What? French fires in France are …de rigueur, non?

Time passed. Soon enough, we caught a cab and went to the Crazy Horse Review. Tom and Mary had beaten us there and had picked up their tickets at will-call and gone in. We got our tickets and went inside.

The best thing to be said about the place is that the women on stage are, indeed, gorgeous. The routines, choreography, music, lighting etc. are very well done. The customers, aside from ourselves, stank. Literally. They smelled. Though we enjoyed the show we were all happy to leave and get back out into the fresh air.

Tom and Mary had also taken the time to eat. They tried the restaurant at the Eiffel Tower. They claimed it was good but I doubt it was as good as the fine dining emporium Maggie and I had found. But we decided not to speak of it so as not to make Tom and Mary jealous. Ha!

It was around 11 PM by then. And it dawned on the all us that, earlier sleep notwithstanding, we were all tired. So back to the George V we went. And back to bed. And slept. Yes, slept. By the time we got back it was almost midnight. We were still suffering jet lag from the trip and very tired. So…sleep we did.

I woke up somewhere around 7 am.  After a trip to the bathroom, I wandered out to the living room. My eyes opened to a lovely sight. Both Mary and Maggie were seated at the dining table, and both were nude. I guess this was going to be a habit for the rest of the trip. I hoped so. (It proved true. Unless necessary, the two girls never wore clothes once we got on the boat.)

As I sat down, Mary poured me some coffee. I took a moment to admire her breasts. Larger than Maggie’s and tipped nicely by dark purple nipples. They also had a bounce to them, much like Maggie’s smaller breasts had.

“I ordered breakfast for all of us. Hope you don’t mind. I’m having a buffet of scrambled eggs, hash browns, ham, bacon and sausage brought in.” Maggie said.

“That sounds just about perfect.” I replied. And meant it. I was starving.

At that moment there was a knock on the door, and a voice announced room service. The girls quickly ran to their rooms, obviously for robes, while I headed to the door.  The floor concierge pushed in a huge cart, and he was followed by a waitress pushing another cart.  The two moved to a spot close to the dining table and began to set up breakfast. They were efficient and quick. The large cart became the buffet table, silver salvers with warmers under them were set on the table. Baskets of bread, carafes of juice and pots of coffee soon followed. In only minutes, the breakfast buffet was ready.

I signed the tab, adding a very generous tip, and escorted the staff out the door. Mary and Maggie had returned during the setup, both wearing robes. Mary had Tom, bleary eyed, in tow. As soon as the door closed, the girls looked at each other, seemed to nod, and dropped their robes where they stood. Then headed for the food waiting on the table.

It was turn to look at each other and shrug. Then Tom and I headed for the food.

There was very little talk at the table. The food was outstanding, and there was a lot of it. Each of us went back for seconds. Big helpings I might add. But, eventually, we were full. And finished.

Maggie started the conversation by asking, “so, what are we going to do today?’

Which question brought all eyes to me. I thought for a bit, then, “How about a walk down the Champs-Elysees and see what we can see?”

That brought a round of approving nods, and we soon separated to our bedrooms to showers etc. About forty minutes later we headed out the door. And soon walked out onto the streets of Paris.  And walk we did. We went all over the place. We saw the Arch de Triumph, a bunch of haute de couture stores, some nice outdoor cafes, (we stopped at two for coffee. Not bad) and many other things of interest to us.

Four hours later, we were tired, foot sore and hungry. Again. We talked about finding a restaurant and eating there, but the girls wanted to go back to the hotel. There was a very good dining room there-in and they wanted to try it. We were a long walk away, so I found us a taxi, and soon enough we were back at the George V.

You had to dress to eat in the hotel dining room. Meaning suits and ties for men, dresses (no pant suits, and even skirts and blouses were looked at askance) for the ladies. So up to our suite we went.  I called down and secured a nice booth for us then went in to clean up. Tom and Mary had gone into their room and Maggie was already in the shower by the time I got into our room.

I pulled a suit out of the closet, one of only two I had brought with me, and laid out a shirt and tie. And shoes socks etc.  Maggie walked out of the bathroom about then, a towel wrapped around her head, as only women can do, and drying herself with another.

“Go shower.” She ordered. So I did.

As I was, I heard Maggie moving around in the bathroom. Glancing out the shower door, I say her, now wearing bra and panties, sitting at the little make-up table doing whateveritis women do at one of those. I finished my shower and toweled off.

As I stepped up the sink to brush my hair and teeth (different brushes, of course) Maggie spoke, almost as if to herself. “I’m not coming all the way to Paris without getting laid. At least once.”

She had never taken her eyes off the mirror and was applying eye stuff.

“Don’t worry about that, Luv. I feel exactly the same way about it.”

A few moments later, done with the eye stuff and now putting lipstick on, Maggie said, “Good. Because I’ve been horny all day.” And that was that.

I dressed and went out into the living room. Tom was already there, fixing a cocktail at the bar. He raise an inquiring eye brow at me and I nodded. I walked to the bar, sat on a stool, and soon had a scotch rocks in my hand.

Tom and I chatted about what events had happened so far on the trip. He remarked on Maggie’s unabashed sexual nature. Then he commented that Mary was the same way. I agreed with him about Maggie, and said that I had reached the same conclusion about Mary.

He and I had been friends for several years. And I knew that Mary and Tom were actually married. But I hadn’t really delved into what kind of relationship they shared. I don’t like people trying to pry into my life so I am accordingly reluctant to ask others questions about their private lives.

Tom, however, was somewhat effusive. He talked about how much fun the flight had been. How much he and Mary had enjoyed watching Maggie give me oral sex. And admitted that they had snuck upstairs sometime after Maggie and I went up there. Not so much to spy as to see if there was room for them. But they heard Francine down below so had scurried back down and make her think all was good.  Tom did admit they had watched a little bit. And that Mary was turned on by what she had seen.

Most interesting, all said and done. Tom was hinting, without really asking, if Maggie and I would be interested in swapping. An alluring thought, in my opinion. I would run it past Maggie later. I chose not to say anything to Tom, in case Maggie was not so inclined.

And wouldn’t you know, both girls made their entrance almost at the same instant. And an entrance it was. Both girls were dressed in black dresses. Both were tight. Mary was obviously braless, as you could just barely see her nipples through the top of her dress. Mary’s dress was slit up one side, almost to her hip, showing off her great legs.

Both girls wore strapped sandals and both looked incredibly sexy.

Out we went. A short trip down to the lobby via elevator and a short walk to the dining room ensued. Once there, we were seated at our booth immediately. Good service, as I’ve said.

We chatted, mostly about the upcoming yacht trip. A bit more about Paris and what we had seen. Basically, just chat. The girls had attracted a lot of male, and some female, attention when we walked in, and they had remarked on that. Both seemed to enjoy it. We ate, a really good meal, too. I don’t remember what the rest had, I ordered some kind of meat in sauce thing that wasn’t bad at all. Better than I had expected. The wine flowed copiously.

All good things must end. And so did this nice dinner party. The check was signed, tip left and we were moving around to leave the booth. Maggie leaned over to whisper in my ear, “This is going to be a fun evening….now”

I could only smile. Yet, I had no idea of what was to come.

As we walked out of the restaurant I asked if anyone wanted to wander around Paris. It was our last night there. Nobody seemed at all interested, especially the girls. So we went up to our suite.  Once there, the girls said they were going to change clothes and Tom and I agreed that was a good idea, so we did as well.

I had no idea what Maggie was going to put on. Something flimsy and sexy maybe? Nope. Wrong. I watched, a bit taken aback, as she dressed in jeans, blouse, slip-on shoes and bra and panties. Not exactly sexy. But I took the hint and dressed in similar fashion, except I had a pair of boat shoes on.

Maggie and I went back to the living room. Mary was there, dressed similarly to Maggie. She had a deck of cards in her hand, and was shuffling them. Tom walked in at the same time Mags and I did.

“Drinks, anyone?” I asked.

Tom wanted a scotch and soda, the girls opted for white wine. Me, with a thought that something was up that I couldn’t figure out, decided to go easy, and poured wine as well. Smart move, as things developed.

We all sat at the table. Obviously, some kind of card game was in the offing. Yes, it was some kind of card game. Unlike any I had been in up to that time.

“OK, people. Here’s what’s going on.” Mary said. “We are going to play poker. But strip poker. And it has special rules.”

Uh oh.

Maggie took over. “Simply put, first one naked has to perform for the others in order to play the next hand. And each, as they get naked, has to do the same.”

UH OH.

Mary again, “and believe me, guys,” Looking straight at Tom, then me, “If you are the first, you will perform. And anything goes. Winner of the hand that gets you naked decides what the loser has to do. And once naked, for every hand you lose, you have to do something the winner wants.”

When the HELL had these two cooked up this idea. I thought about it and realized that, to the best I could remember, the two hadn’t been alone long enough to plan this. Well, unless….maybe, they had gotten together when Tom and I were asleep. Hmmmm.

My turn. “That’s a two way street, right Mary, Maggie?” I said.

And Tom piped in, “yeah, it works both ways, right?”

The girls simply nodded, and Mary started to deal.  “Dealers choice. Loser of the hand deals the next. This time it’s five card draw.” And she deftly dealt out the hands. Did I mention that Mary was a Blackjack dealer by profession?

As Mary was dealing, Maggie explained the ‘rules’ a bit more. “We bet clothes. No more than three garments per bet. No checks and raises. Clothes to be removed at the end of the hand. If you fold, you have to take one thing off.”

Mentally, I just shook my head at all of this. But all in all, it did sound fun.

So the game was on. I picked up my hand and saw I had a small pair. Tom, getting into the mood, bet one garment. Mary had a pad and pen next to her and made a mark. I called, as did Maggie. Mary studied her hand for a bit, then folded. A shoe seemed to appear out of thin air and was dropped onto the table.

I asked for, and was dealt, three cards. Rather than look at them, I watched Tom and Maggie. Maggie had no poker face at all. Tom was better, but not by much. Nodding to myself, I picked up my cards. Nice, I’d pulled another 5, giving me three of them.

Tom had opened, but hadn’t improved his hand. He checked. Maggie, feeling brave I suppose, bet two. Now it was my turn.

“Two, and raise you one, Maggie.”

She looked a bit startled. She looked at her cards again, then said, “Call”

Tom folded, and another shoe dropped onto the table.

Showdown time. I dropped my cards down on the table, showing three of a kind. Maggie frowned, then showed her hand; two pair. Oops. Not good enough.

With a sigh, Maggie bent over, pulled off both shoes and dropped them on the table. Another sigh, and a pair of socks joined her shoes. A necklace joined the pile next.

As Mary had folded first, she was the ‘loser’ so she got to deal again. I watched her closely out of the corner of my eye, expecting a little manipulation of the cards. I had already figured the girls were working a setup. Or…at least Mary was. Sure enough, I saw her working the cards. Naughty girl. But two could play at that game. She wasn’t very good at it.

The next hand was dealt. I barely looked at my cards, then quickly folded. I dropped a shoe on the growing pile on top of the table. I wanted the deal. Try to cheat me? Ha! I was raised around some of the best card sharps in Vegas. I could deuce, false shuffle, hop a deck, and bottom deal before I was 7.

Mary looked at me kind of funny, but played her hand.

Tom checked, Maggie bet one, and Mary called.

Tom asked for two cards. Mary took one, as did Maggie.

Maggie, without looking at her hand, bet two. Tom called, Mary folded.

By some miracle, Maggie had filled an inside straight. Tom had two pair. Another of Tom’s shoes, and his socks, joined the pile. As did another of Mary’s shoes.

Now. My turn to deal. I took the deck, and picked up the cards that were laid out. I was going to make sure I didn’t lose this hand, and that Tom didn’t either. I gave him nothing, knowing he would fold. Maggie was dealt two pair, and Mary the same straight Maggie had just played. I am rather good at being a card cheat. Ha!

Tom, true to my prediction, folded. His shirt was tossed into the pot.

Mary studied her hand and said, “Check” Yeah, right. I’m sure she was thinking she’d been had but couldn’t figure out how.

Maggie, not having a clue, bet one. I raised one, and Mary, not wanting to fold with a straight, called.

No cards for Mary. Maggie took one. I took three. Now, Mary had to figure me for a pair, at best, and Maggie was either hoping to fill a flush or straight, or maybe had two pair going for a full house.

I had raised, but wanted Mary to call the tune, so I checked.

“Two” said Mary.

“Call” said Maggie.

For a long time, I just looked at my cards. I let my face show a bit of puzzlement, as if I wasn’t sure how good my hand was. “Raise two.” I hadn’t been worried about my cards. What I had been doing was trying to count garments.

It took Mary several seconds to decide what to do. But a straight is a strong hand in five card draw. The count was at seven, and if I had figured it right, the girls had less than that number of garments left on. I’m sure Mary was counting the same thing.

“Call” she said.

Maggie looked at both Mary and I. Finally, she shook her head. “Fold” Five to her. And by my count, she only had six items left; a watch, a ring, blouse, jeans, panties, and bra.

 Mary, near as I could figure it, had six.

I dropped my cards on the table. Five nice hearts. A gorgeous flush. And, speaking of which, there were two more flushes at that table. First, Maggie, who was already removing her watch, then Mary, as she realized her straight wasn’t good enough.

Seven garments for Mary. Five for Maggie. Guess who was naked first? Guess who had won the hand? Cheat me? Not hardly.

Ring followed watch. The Maggie began to unbutton her blouse. Mary, slowly, removed her wedding ring, then a watch, followed by her necklace.

Maggie’s blouse dropped to the table and she stood and unfastened her jeans. Slowly she pulled them down, off and tossed them onto the by now overflowing table. Reaching behind her, Maggie undid her bra and it too feel into the pile. Her small, perfectly shaped breasts were a delight to see.

Now all eyes turned to Mary. The instigator of this evening was about to face reality.

Mary wore a pull-over blouse. Grabbing the bottom, she lifted it over her head, and dropped it onto the pile, where it immediately fell off the pile and onto the floor. Not batting an eye, Mary unfastened her jeans and pealed them off, letting them simply fall to the floor. No more room on the table. Next, her bra came off. I knew Mary had nice breasts. As I said, a bit larger than Maggie’s were. Firm but bouncy. With nice nipples.

And the panties came off, proving that the carpet matched the drapes. Mary had a rather full bush, like her head, a soft blondish color. Even with the bush, we could see a bit of her labia protruding. Now naked, and blushing furiously, (or was that a touch of anger at having been bested at her own game?) Mary sat back down. As she did, she glared at me.

“So. What do you want me to do?” She was game, was Mary.

I had already decided on that. Something easy to start. A bit personal but hey, that was the whole idea of the game, no?

“Stand up and masturbate for a couple of minutes.”

She gulped. Stuttered. Then stood up. One hand moved to her vagina. The other to a breast. And Mary, sexy Mary, began to play with herself.

Tom was….amused. He watched his wife, smiling the whole time. Maggie was, well, enthralled. I found out later it was the first time she had ever seen another woman masturbate. I was enjoying the show as well.

As all eyes were on Mary, and her eyes were closed, I picked up a couple of cards from the table and put them under my leg.

Mary started to get into it. She was pulling and twisting one nipple. Her other hand was moving up and down her pussy, playing with it, and spreading her lips. Soon, one finger disappeared as she inserted it into her pussy. We could see it moving in and out. I figured she was working up towards a nice little climax. One hint was the light flow of pussy juice around her slit.

“OK. That’s long enough.” I said. “Time for the next hand, Mary. And it’s Tom’s deal.”

Mary stopped. It took her a moment to return from that special place she had been headed for. When she did, she sat down, slowly.

Maggie, I noticed, was breathing hard. Nostrils flared, eyes open. And she had some Goosebumps on her arms. She was getting turned on, big time.

Tom, grinning, took the cards and shuffled.

Now I had to decide if I wanted to fold quickly and hope Tom won the hand, or stay in and win it myself. I knew the girls weren’t going to fold, not now.

Once I saw my cards, my decision was made. “I fold.” I pulled off my other boat shoe and dropped it, well, not on, but next to the table.

Tom bet one. Maggie called. It was all she had left anyway. Mary, with nothing to bet and thus little to lose, stayed in.

Not what I had hoped for, but nearly as good. Maggie won the hand. Tom pulled off his t-shirt and carefully added it to the overflowing pile on the table. Mary, surprisingly, had a higher hand than Tom, so didn’t have to do anything.

So Tom was to deal again. I decided I wanted to win this hand. I was going to stay in no matter what I got. And hopefully, I could raise the stakes a bit.

Tom dealt the next hand, but before anyone picked up their cards, I spoke. “I have a proposition.” All eyes turned to me.

“Mary is already naked, and has nothing to bet. Not fair to her, really. And Maggie is almost in the same position. So, how about this idea; once naked, a player can ‘bet’ an act. And the time for doing it. If they win the hand, they get a garment back. If they lose, well…” And I smiled. “And to be sure we all understand, loser is the one with the lowest hand.”

Tom was fast. “Sounds good to me.”

Maggie, less so. “Well, uh, Ok, I guess.”

And Mary. She was very quiet. Staring at me for some reason. Slowly she nodded, as though to herself, and said, “OK.” Nothing more.

Tom dealt. I got a pair of kings and nothing else.

“I bet one.”

Tom called. Maggie called. Mary…sighed.

She looked at Tom, the questioning kind of a look one spouse gives another, knowing that they fully understand the question. Tom nodded at her.

Mary sighed, again. “Uh, Ok. I’ll masturbate.”

I took 3 cards. Tom one, Mary two and Maggie two.

I picked up an ace to go with my two kings. Interesting. I had two more aces under my leg. Was now the time?

“I bet two.” Said Tom. Now I decided to not win this hand. I wanted to see what Tom was going to make the loser do.

Having bet one already, Maggie had little choice. If she folded, she would be naked and subject to the winners whim. If she stayed in, she had to bet….something.

“I bet I’ll masturbate.”

“Raise one” Says I.

I had plenty of clothes to spare.

“Call” said Tom.

Mary shrugged. “Ok, call. I bet 5 minutes.”

Maggie’s turn. “Call. 5 minutes also.”

I turned over my two kings. Mary, lucky for her, had two pair. Queens over jacks. Maggie flipped her hand; a pair of tens.

Tom, smiling, showed three of a kind.

I pulled off my socks, sweat shirt and t-shirt. My watch went next.

All eyes went to Maggie.

She sighed, blushing. Then stood and rather quickly pulled her panties off. Her brown fur was as soft looking as silk. Not a thick bush, sparse actually. But just sexy. Her entire vagina was visible as her pubic hair didn’t go far down.

“Hey, I have a question.” Tom said. “I won the hand that got Maggie naked. But she bet she would masturbate. Do I still get to tell her to do something?”

Mary answered before I could. “Yes,” she said with some resignation. “You do. That was the rule.”

Tom grinned in reply.

“Fine, then I want you, Maggie, to lie down on the floor, legs spread wide, while you masturbate.”

That brought a grin to Mary’s face. Hmmm. Did she think she escaped from something? Or just happy to watch? Or both.

Another first for Maggie. She later told me she had never masturbated in front of another woman, let alone three people. For me, yes. But other than that, for no one. I really wanted to see her doing this, and wanted to watch the others reactions. Especially Mary’s.

Maggie slowly moved away from the table to a spot nearby. Again slowly, she knelt down. Her long dark hair she had flipped so that it covered her perky breasts. But even so, the way her hair flowed allowed her perky nipples to poke through. It was a very sexy scene.

While on her knees, Maggie started the show. She moved her right hand down her stomach, a light touch, until the hand reached her pubic mound. One finger moved through her sparse pubic hair gently. Sort of playing with it, in a sexy way.

Maggie’s left hand went to her right breast. She cupped herself, letting her thumb move across the nipple, back and forth. That nipple, already firm, grew in hardness as we watched.

I glanced at Tom and saw him watching Maggie with real interest. But it was Mary that showed the most reaction. Her eyes were wide, her nostrils flared, her breathing coming almost in pants. Much the same reaction as Maggie had had when watching Mary. But with one difference. Unconsciously, Mary had moved one of her own hands down between her legs. Interesting.

Maggie now moved herself. She laid backwards on the floor, and moved her legs straight out. Her right hand now cupped her pussy. Tantalizingly, Maggie spread her legs wide, letting her hand cover her sex. But we could see that she was moving one finger up and down, stroking her clit.

She moved her ankles back towards her rear end as far as she could, and spread her legs even more. Her left hand had never left her right breast, and now was squeezing that perky, firm beauty hard. Every few seconds Maggie would pinch and pull the nipple. Hard, too. Pulling it out some distance and twisting it. Her breathing was becoming more rapid, as her fingers played with her nipples and clit.

Mary, I saw, was staring intently at Maggie. Tom was as well. Heck, so was I when not taking a second or two to watch my friends.

Maggie moved her right hand, uncovering her pussy. As she did, we could all see that the lips surrounding her entrance were spread, and there was moisture around the opening. She pushed one finger into that wet pussy, then a second. Her thumb continued moving over and around her clit.

She started slowly, but quickly sped up the tempo of finger fucking herself. For several hours (yeah, OK, maybe a minute or so) Maggie fucked her own pussy with two fingers. Suddenly she gasped. I knew this sound, it was the precursor to orgasm for her.

And so it proved to be. He body shuddered as the orgasm moved through it. But Maggie never stopped finger fucking herself. After a few seconds, time enough for her body to relax a bit, she suddenly rolled over, got up on all fours, and spread her legs as wide as she could.

Now, not only her pussy was open to us all, but so was her puckered rosebud. And Maggie continued her show. Reaching up between her legs, Mags used fingers from her left hand to open her pussy, now dripping juices, very wide. Her gaping hole was open to our feasting eyes.

But Maggie was hardly done. Fingers of her right hand now moved to her pussy and once again Mags pushed two inside her.

The finger fucking took on much more rapid movement now, as she quickly pushed her fingers in and out of herself. It was nice to see her pussy actually tighten itself around her fingers as she pushed them in and out.

Maggie moaned again. And a few seconds later her body shudder to another, much more intense, orgasm. She stopped all movements of her fingers, and her body seemed to slowly melt all the way down to the floor. Both her hands were still under her, and between her legs, but weren’t moving. Understandably.

I glanced at tom again. He was grinning, and all but drooling, at the sight before him. Well, so was I.

Mary, on the other hand, had her eyes closed. The hand she had between her legs wasn’t moving. And she was breathing very deeply. Like someone that had just had a nice orgasm.

I could smell the sex in the air. From both of the girls, I thought.

It was dead silent in the room. For several minutes nobody said anything. Nobody moved. All eyes were still on Maggie. Finally, she rolled over, eyes closed. She closed her legs and moved her hands to her breasts gently fondling them.

“Was that what you wanted, Tom?” Maggie said very softly.

The quiet spell was broken. Mary sort of sighed and giggled. I inhaled deeply. Tom also took a deep breath and said, “Way more than I wanted. But just terrific.”

Still with her eyes closed, and still playing with her breasts, Maggie simply smiled. After another minute or so, she stood up and moved back to her chair at the table.

“My deal.” Maggie said, and picked up the deck.

Tom, Mary and I kind of shook ourselves back to reality and turned back to the table, ready to play another hand. Now I decided that I wanted to win the next one, and didn’t care which of the other three lost. I still had my two aces tucked away.

The thought of continuing this game, and where it might lead was….intriguing, to say the least.

Maggie dealt.

I picked up my cards and couldn’t believe what I saw. The third ace along with another pair. With my hidden cards, I already had a full house.

Since Tom had won, he had first bet.

“Bet one” tom said.

“Call” says I.

Tom and I now looked at the two girls. Hey. This game was their idea. They had planned it. I doubt they had planned on being the losers but, the best battle plans never survive contact with the enemy. So now they had to deal with it.

If they folded, they were going to have to do something for the winner. If they stayed in, one might win, or they both may have a higher hand than one of the guys. They had a lot of thinking to do about the situation.

Maggie waited a bit for Mary to say something, then spoke. “I bet 5 minutes of whatever to the winner.”

Silence from Mary. For a long two minutes she said nothing. Then, “I raise to 10 minutes.”

Ooookay. Now what was I going to do. I could win this hand and force the loser into something really special. Or, I could hang back a bit, and maybe one of the girls would win. But if Tom had the lowest hand…Hmmmm.

“Call” said Tom.

“Call” I said, repeating Tom.

Maggie hesitated then called also.

I took two cards, keeping the ace and the pair. Tom took one. Interesting. Maggie took two but Mary…”I’ll play these.”

Now I was playing to win.

I picked up my new cards and put them in my hand, at the same time, I palmed the two hidden aces and put them in my hand also. Carefully hiding my cards from everyone else, I opened them to see what I had. And it’s a damn good thing I’d been playing poker since I was a babe, almost. I had drawn the fourth ace. I palmed the other pair and put them away for later.

The other three had been studying their own cards. I watched Mary, who was watching Maggie closely. This was going to be an interesting hand indeed.

Maggie had raised the first round bets, so it was up to her now.

She carefully looked at her cards, closed the hand, and then sighed softly.

“Five more minutes.” Maggie said, softly.

“Call” Tom and I said, almost simultaneously.

Mary looked at Maggie hard. I could hear the wheels turning in her head. ‘Do I take the chance? Is Maggie bluffing?’ She was thinking that Maggie was the competition for this hand, not either of us guys. Mary really wanted to win.

So did I. And I was hoping Mary was going to be the loser. But either way, I was going to win. No doubt in my mind. I knew what I was going to make either of the girls do, depending on who lost.

Finally, Mary spoke. “I see your five minutes. And raise two more acts.”

Holy Hell! What was this? Did little card sharp Mary have a really good hand? But she hadn’t dealt. And I hadn’t seen her make a move like she was using hidden cards. Like I was. Hey, I’ve already said I’m a perv.

Maggie took a deep breath. She had no choice. She was in too deep to fold.

“Ok, I see that, and raise you. Anything the winner wants, for the rest of the night.” Maggie said. Uh oh. This was getting to be really good. I mean really very good. Was she bluffing, trying to get Mary to fold now? Not a bad ploy, really.

Silence prevailed.

Mary glanced at tom, who merely gave her a very slight nod. Not telling her to go ahead, in husband/wife speak, but telling her he would go along with her decision without a problem.

Needless to say, both Tom and I called this bet.

And it was up to Mary.

Dead silence.

Again, Mary looked to Tom, who merely shrugged his shoulders. She looked at me next, then at Maggie. It was up to her, call or fold. A tough choice all things considered.

She shook her head, as if making a decision, but not one she was comfortable with, then said;

“Ok, I….”

>TO BE CONTINUED<