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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
TWO COUPLES - UP THE ASS
Chapter One
He said it quite abruptly. There are many ways to broach a subject
and Mark had never taken the round-a-bout or tempered way, always
coming right out and saying it, like when he first proposed to his wife
three months earlier and she, thinking that he meant for them to be
engaged, was startled to learn that he was skipping that altogether
(except for the requisite ring) and suggesting marriage.
That was what she liked about him, his directness. Yet at the same
time, as in the case of their sudden marriage, it scared her, for her father
had been anything but a direct man, a bureaucrat by training and
occupation, steeped in the ways of obfuscation.
And so now, when he said what he said, she uttered a little ÒOh!Ó and
put her hand to her lips, and nearly dropped her coffee cup.
It was a late night coffee. They each sat in a separate chair, four
leather chairs arranged round a coffee table. They had been friends for
two months, herself and her husband and Sherry and hers. There was
complete trust between them, she felt, despite the difference in years and
experience.
Sherry and Steve had been married for three years, not three months.
They had had time to get to know one another and it showed, she always
able to finish his sentences for him, or he hers, one of them sometimes
jumping and telling the rest of a story that the other had started.
It was not that way with Becky and Mark. They were still
newlyweds, surprising each other sometimes with their thoughts and
opinions, with their ways of doing things. Mark was his usual direct self
and Becky, brought up under her father, was discreet and shy. She would
never say something outright. He would. He seemed to glory in it in the
same way that she avoided it. Or perhaps ÔgloryÕ was not the right word.
He simply did it. There. It was done. Let others worry about it.
And so as she listened to the crickets in the yard, through the open
living room window, savoring SherryÕs coffee, enjoying her older friendÕs
hospitality, Mark, looking at Steve, suddenly said,
ÒI would like for my wife to become familiar with the whip.Ó
Becky gave a shocked ÒOh!Ó. Sherry smiled and glanced at the young
newlywed wife. Steve, after a momentÕs pause, smiled too, and looked at
the wife of his friend.
ÒI have a business meeting early tomorrow morning,Ó Steve said.
Sherry, still smiling, put her coffee cup to her lips and sipped it, as if the
weather, or some equally mundane subject had just been raised. But there
was a sudden and unmistakable gleam of mischief in her eyes.
ÒNot tonight, of course,Ó Mark quickly said. He passed his coffee cup
from one hand to the other, as if suddenly uncertain. He was always that
way, Becky reflected, after making one of his profound statements, if an
obstacle was suddenly put in his path. It wasnÕt a backing down, just a
seeming reconsideration, which really wasnÕt that at all, a kind of
reloading of his mental gun before firing it straight ahead once more.
Swallowing, but with no coffee in her mouth, Becky realized she had a
coffee cup in her hand and tightened her grip, lest she spill the hot liquid
down her bare leg. She noticed that Mark, thanks to his lurid proposal,
was suddenly getting an erection. She glanced at Sherry and saw that her
friendÕs eyes had shifted from herself to her husband. She saw it too.
ÒMy wife is accustomed to the thing you speak of,Ó Steve, less
direct than Mark, said diplomatically. His eyes showed a gleam of
recognition as Mark grew larger. Sherry gulped again. Now everyone was
aware of Mark, of his excitement. ÒI donÕt use it often, but it is an
important thing to have,Ó Steve said. Sherry, still looking at MarkÕs
crotch, giggled. Then Steve laughed too, briefly, cutting it off after only a
moment. The double entendre was clear.
ÒYes,Ó Mark agreed. In his direct way, he was sometimes oblivious,
Becky realized, for he merely frowned at the laughter, not realizing his
penis had become the center of attention. He shifted uncomfortably in his
chair. It was a big leather chair, overstuffed, as soft as the front of his
crotch was hard.
Sherry put down her coffee cup on a glass table in front of her own
leather chair. She tossed back her blonde hair.
ÒWhere would you like this introduction to take place?Ó Sherry
asked.
ÒHere. If you donÕt mind,Ó Mark said. Sherry looked at her husband.
He looked at Becky.
ÒOh-- I donÕt think--Ó Becky offered, fear giving a bewildered look
to her eyes. Mark interrupted.
ÒYou are not being asked,Ó Mark said. His voice had grown suddenly
hoarse as the bulge in his crotch increased. He shifted again in his chair.
ÒAlright,Ó Steve said. He looked at Mark. Again his gaze showed
awareness of MarkÕs newfound condition, of his cock straining in his
slacks. ÒOf course you know that this will mark a new phase,Ó Steve said.
His voice grew tense. To BeckyÕs alarm she saw that a lump was beginning
to form in his own pants. ÒI mean,Ó Steve continued. ÒWeÕve gone
canoeing together, weÕve gone to the beach, but--Ó
ÒYes. I know,Ó Mark said. ÒWe havenÕt fucked together.Ó Becky gave
another loud uncomfortable sigh. Even Sherry, up to this moment calm,
gave a small gasp.
ÒI was trying to avoid using that word,Ó Steve told Mark.
ÒUse it. I donÕt mind,Ó Mark said. He sounded belligerent but he must
have been nervous, for as soon as he said it he quickly lifted his coffee
cup up to his mouth. It was empty. Blushing, he put it down on the table
in front of him.
In the hearth the fireplace burned. Hanging next to the hearth were
fire implements. The fire cast a warm glow over them, seemingly turning
them from iron to bronze. Becky looked at them. Even in their bronzed
state they looked ominous. They had always given her a slight scare, like
things made for rearranging the coals down in Hell. But the flame itself,
in the hearth, was, on this night, a simmering flame, a low flame, a
decorative flame. It was purposely kept low for the night, summery and
warm but now cooling, as midnight approached, did not require a more
robust flame. Just a gentle crackling, to add color to the room and join in
with the sound of the crickets.
ÒI mean it would be impossible not to, you know,Ó Steve suggested.
ÒFuck?Ó Mark asked.
ÒYes. Unless it was a strictly judicial whipping,Ó Steve said. Becky
let out a shout. Sherry stood up. She went to BeckyÕs chair and urged the
girl to stand. When she had, Sherry sat down, and put Becky in her lap.
ÒBut among friends, it would be hard to keep it entirely on that level,Ó
Steve continued. ÒJudicial, I mean.Ó He lifted his cup, but didnÕt drink
from it. ÒAnd of course I would... I mean, we would...Ó he glanced at his
wife, ÒWant some sort of payment.Ó
ÒWhatever figure you think is appropriate,Ó Mark said, frowning a
little. Sherry smiled. She glanced at Becky but the girl, sitting in her lap,
pretended to ignore her. She turned her gaze to the hearth, gulping a
little, but not drinking, just holding her cup in her hand in her lap, as she
stared into the flames. Sherry, her hands on BeckyÕs hips, began to gently
massage them.
ÒHe doesnÕt mean monetary payment,Ó Sherry said, turning to Mark.
ÒOh,Ó Mark said.
ÒTell me, is your wife familiar with the joys of... backdoor entry?Ó
Steve asked Mark.
ÒNo!Ó Becky cried suddenly, turning her eyes to the older man.
ÒShe is not,Ó Mark confirmed.
ÒThen I would suggest that as payment,Ó Steve said. Becky shifted
her eyes to her husband, more frightened than ever.
ÒShe might be tight. She was a virgin when I married her,Ó Mark
said.
ÒOh IÕm sure she is quite tight,Ó Steve agreed, which brought a
woeful moan from Becky and an impish laugh from his own wife. ÒIf we
are to do it tomorrow evening there will not of course be time for you to
open her yourself. The chance of injury in an initial plowing is high. I
would want her ready for me, not damaged by some prior act.Ó
ÒSo you are willing to do it tomorrow night?Ó Mark asked, his
arousal becoming so big that he scrunched up his face with the pain of it.
SteveÕs eyes fell to MarkÕs lap.
ÒYou would not last a longer time,Ó Steve said, looking frankly at
MarkÕs erection.
ÒOh. Yeah,Ó Mark agreed, looking down at himself. Sherry smiled.
ÒYou would not be left out, of course,Ó Sherry said quietly to Mark.
ÒMy wife has not had a lot in back but she has of course had some,Ó
Steve told Mark. Sherry gave a sudden look of alarm.
ÒYou mean I am to fuck your wifeÕs ass,Ó Mark said. He squirmed in
his chair.
ÒIt is only fair, if I fuck yours,Ó Steve said.
ÒYes,Ó Mark agreed.
And so it was settled. Nothing more was spoken of the matter as
they broke up that evening, saying goodbye in the moonlight, out on the
porch, with the crickets humming all around them.
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