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[StarXChyld]

Debra was about to explode with excitement as they passed through the bathroom door.

“OmiGod! Omigod! He loves you!!!” She was giggled hysterically.

Liz motioned her to stop, lifting a well-manicured nail to her own lips. Quickly, she checked the stalls, making sure they were alone before turning back to Debra, a huge grin spreading over her own lips. “He does seem a bit smitten, doesn’t he?”

“Smitten?! Are you kidding me? If I haven’t set this up myself, I’d be green with jealousy! I haven’t seen Derek act like this since we first started dating in college. Hehehe, he’s making bad jokes, he can’t keep his eyes off of you and he’s barely interested in dinner! Darlin’, he wants to jump on you like a monkey on a cupcake. . .”, Debra sashshayed her way over to Liz and brushed the back of her hand across Liz’s soft cheek, adding softly, “and so do I.”

She leaned forward, closing her eyes, waiting for the heat of Liz’s kiss.

She was jarred out of the moment as Liz roughly grabbed her shoulders and lifted her chin higher, just as two little blue-hairs joined them in the bathroom. Debra blinked painfully as she stared up at the ceiling lights.

Liz cleared her throat, “Umm, no hon, I don’t see anything in there. I think I have some Visine in my purse though, let me check.”

Debra’s eyes were wide as she watched Liz rifle through her purse as the two ladies entered the stalls behind them. Once she heard the soft tickling, Liz turned to Debra and wagged her finger, whispering. “Behave! You’re going to get us in trouble if you do that again.”

Debra’s pout was half playful and half sincere. She knew Liz was right but she was absolutely dying to kiss her and caress her and so much more. She nodded obediently, even as she lifted the hem of her skirt. Now it was Liz’s turn to stare wide-eyed at Debra’s shameless display. As she rubbed her hand over the trimmed little mound between the straps of her garter, Debra said aloud, “Never mind, I think I got it. Don’t you think it looks better now?”

“Much better, hon”, Liz’s hands were on Debra’s shoulders, spinning her around and walking her back out of the lounge. She called out for the benefit of the two old ladies, “Better keep your fingers away from it though or you’ll just wind up getting it inflamed.” She pinched Debra’s ass just as they walked out the door.

They were still grinning wickedly as they returned to the table. Derek smiled up at both of them, shaking his head, “Why do I know better than to even ask?”

Debra slid in next to him and yanked playfully on his ear, “Because you’re a very smart man, my luv.”

 

[Lady_Kit]

As Liz prepared to slide back into the booth the two blue-hairs from the bathroom passed behind her. The second to pass paused briefly, laid her hand on Lizs' shoulder and spoke in a low voice.

"You'd better convince your friend to be more discrete, dear. Next time try the wheelchair stall, it always works for us."

The woman continued to her table where she joined the other blue-hair and two distinguished looking men; Liz stared after her in surprised silence for a moment then burst out laughing. She was still chuckling as she got back into the booth. Derek and Debra cast curious looks first at the departing figure and her tablemates, then toward Liz. Thinking quickly, she repsonded to unspoken questions with the first thing that occured to her.

She told me that we were lucky girls to have you Derek, but that we really should find a room. Apparently her husband has bad heart and our presence and his imagination are bringing on palpatations.

Liz smiled as Debra hid her grin behind her napkin and she could tell from the look on Dereks face that the idea was neither new nor offensive. Liz was pleased with his reaction, she wanted him to want this as much as she and Debra did; and right now, she wanted both of them very much!

Since I am leaving you after dessert and won't be there to witness the activities, although I'd love to, let me live vicariously. Tell me. What's next for Derek & Debra on this special evening?

Before either of the couple could answer, Liz spoke again.

When you excuse me for a second? I think I see my wayward date.

Liz scooted out of the booth and went back to the front of the resturant. She had two objectives in leaving the couple alone; first, she wanted to pick up the check, which necessitated getting her gold card to Fred before the waiter brought the bill; the second was to give Derek & Debra a few moments alone. This would give Derek a chance to rid himself of Liz, if he wanted, without the embarassment of doing it to her face.

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra’s eyes lingered on Liz’s derrière as she walked away from the table. Suddenly she felt Derek’s fingertips on her upper thigh. She glanced over at him and caught him staring at Liz as she disappeared into the bar.

Debra reached down and gently caressed the back of Derek’s hand. His fingers were fiddling with the lace at the top of stocking."Ahhh, she’s great. Isn’t she?"

Derek leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You’re great. Thank you for this evening."

She turned to smile at him, rubbing the tip of her nose against his, "You’re very welcome, but it’s just beginning, darling. We’re still going to go dancing and then, well, I intend to keep you up all night long." She squeezed his hand for emphasis.

 

[Dillon]

Derek nibbled at her ear. "We haven't pulled an all nighter for a looong time. Are you sure you'd be up for it? Have you gotten plenty of fluids today, taken your vitamins?"

Debra turned a fiery gaze at him, "I'm in the kind of mood right now that could kill a lesser man." Here eyes then softened and her mind wandered to the Liz in the bar.

"Yes I'm a little curious too." He suddenly burst out.

"What are you talking about?" She said, snapping back to the moment.

"I saw your mind wander to Liz. Aren't you curious what her date looks like? God I feel sorry for that guy, I'll bet Liz is hell on wheels when she's ticked! I'm going to run to the men's room and see if I can't spy a little."

He began to slide out of the other side of the booth with an impish smile...

 

[StarXChyld]

Quickly, she grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the booth. “You’ll do no such thing, Mr. Lansing. Let Liz handle this. She’s a big girl, I’m sure she can take care of herself.”

He slid back into the booth, whining at her playfully, “But I have to go. . .”

“Too bad. You wait until Liz gets back. In the meantime, how would you feel about having her join us when we go dancing? It might be fun.” She grinned up at him mischievously.

“Depends on her date. Let me see what this boyfriend of hers is like and then I’ll make my decision. Fair enough?” He spread his napkin over his lap as the waiter brought their appetizers.

“Fair enough.” She demured, popping a stuffed mushroom in her mouth.

 

[Dillon]

Derek just about laughed himself unconscious when Deb tossed the entire Nori roll into her mouth. He knew she hadn't even looked at the plate with crackers and thinly sliced tuna...and nori rolls. They always ordered the stuffed mushrooms here. The look that came across her face was absolutely priceless. Instead of warm cream cheese and bacon she had sticky rice and wasabi.

Through breathless gasps in between laughter and holding his sore stomach muscles he struggled with, "Didn't get the mushrooms, babe...."

Deb had spit the thing out into her cocktail napkin. Were it not that she hadn't seen Derek laugh like this in LONG time, the hot flush in her cheeks might have become anger.

"Derek, this Antoine's...we have the mushrooms here. What the hell is this?"

Tears were rolling down Derek's cheeks and he was on his side when he saw the bottom half of Liz's dress approach the table, under the table. Trying to recover in front of Liz, wiping his eyes he said, "So how did that go...up for some dancing?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz got back to the table just as Derek raised himself from the seat of the booth.

"So how did that go...up for some dancing?"

Well, it didn't go as well as things apparently did here.

She looked at Debs flushed face and wasn't sure if there had been an argument or if she had missed some private joke.

Dancing? I'd love to, as long as you don't mind being the lone male. I'm afraid I am still without a date. I'm starting to get a real inferiority complex here. I haven't been stood up in years. Maybe at 40 I am past my prime.

She stopped before sliding back into the booth, placed her hands on her hips and looked to the still chuckling Derek.

What do you think Birthday Boy? Would you pass up the chance to have this body?

The silence was pregnant with possibilites. Liz looked at Debra, who glanced from her husband to her new friend. Liz felt Dereks gaze move from the top her head to the thin straps around her ankles. He swallowed, took a sip of champagne, and spoke.

"Believe me Liz, if I were not a happily married man the chase would be on."

He smiled broadly, then continued.

"But I am a married man, so the best I can offer is dancing with me and my lovely wife."

Liz scooted back into the booth; looked past Derek to Debra, and smiled softly.

What about you Deb? You want to dance?

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra’s eyes were watering and her throat felt like it was on fire. This was as bad as the time Derek had tricked her into eating a Jalapeno pepper. Ack! She couldn’t’ understand what fun it was eating something that bit you back.

Before she could wrap her hands around her darling husband’s neck and throttle him, Liz returned from the bar. Alluring and sexy as ever, she quickly caught Derek’s attention with her question.

"What do you think Birthday Boy? Would you pass up the chance to have this body"?

Debra managed to spit out the rest of the sushi in her cocktail napkin and listen attentively to her husband’s answer. She smiled inwardly at his perfect response. No one could fault him for his answer. He’d always known exactly what to say in any given situation.

He’d invited Liz to go dancing with them and now Liz was coyly asking her how she felt about it. "What about you, Deb? You want to dance?"

What the hell? He had made her sweat with the sushi switcharoo. What was good for the goose. . .

Debra smiled up at Liz, dabbing the corners of her burning lips. "Oh I’ve danced with Derek a million times before. But I can’t wait to get you in my arms tonight."

Derek’s head shot back and forth between the two vixens at the table. He couldn’t be certain he had heard his wife correctly. "What?!"

Debra moved a little closer to him and slid her hand down his pant leg provocatively. "I was just saying that I’d love to dance with Liz. I think it might be fun. Especially if we made you watch"

She lifted her glass saluting Liz and they clinked softly as the girls smiled roguishly. Before Derek had a chance to respond, the waiter brought their dinners and they settled in to the feast.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Now that the idea had been planted in his head, Derek seemed to watch the women closely thoughout dinner. His head moved back and forth between them as they spoke and laughed. He participated in the conversations and jokes but seemed a bit distracted by Debras earlier declaration to have Liz in her arms. By the time the last course was finished, the women had become quite shameless in their teasing; taking their behavior all the way to the consumption of the final morsels on their plates.

Liz slid closer to Derek placed one arm on the booth behind his back and, pressing her chest against his arm, extended the other arm past him so that she could feed Debra the last bite of shrimp from her plate. When Debra reciprocated, Derek found himself firmly trapped between them. Liz put her fork on the table, and laid her empty hand against Dereks’ chest, Debra mimicked her action from his other side. The women let their hands come together and as one, slid them down his chest and across his flat stomach. Just as Debs hand, which was under Lizs touched the growing bulge in Dereks trousers their hands parted, grazing softly over the tightening fabric, and ending on his strong thighs. The women looked at each other, concluding without discussion that it was time to move on to the next stage of the evenings entertainment. The dancing.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready for some activity. How about finding that dance floor? The check is taken care of and I’ll even volunteer to drive, I seem to recall Deb mentioning that you drive a sports car. So how about taking my car? It just so happens that I’ve got a nice big rental at the moment, a Lincoln Towncar. I’m sure you’ll be very comfortable. You can ride in back, and I’ll play chauffeur.

 

[Dillon]

At some time during this evening I will make an effort to stop being in the eye of the hurricane. The landscape has gone by too quickly this evening.

He had been flat out over the top with Liz on this evening. Without a single reprimand or cross look from Deb. The bubbles from the Dom and the fantastic finish of the wine and food were fading...and quickly. The brush of the hands from north to south had rapidly thrown him.

I've got a nice big rental car at the moment....I'll play chauffeur...

He had invited her dancing.

"Liz," He began, "thank you but Deb and I arrived together and we really should leave together. I'd be happy to follow you to whatever hot spot you deem worthy."

The deflation in Liz was evident immediately in her posture but not her expression. Deb saw the look in her eyes and tried to relay a reassuring glance. Deb knew what her friend was doing, and she couldn't believe Derek was shooting down a fantasy come true for her, but she also knew he would stay true to his wife first. He wouldn't compromise her in a public situation without discussion.

Deb looked at Liz and said, "Would you warm up the the car and bring it up front, Jiles?" Her eyes returned to Derek as she...again...began to close the deal....

 

[StarXChyld]

Everything had worked so well up until now. Suddenly Derek was playing “hard to get” and Debra had worked much to hard to watch it all fizzle out with his polite refusal to play along. Her eyes locked on Liz’s and she spoke with playful authority, “"Would you warm up the the car and bring it up front, Jiles?"

Before Derek could protest any further, Liz was out of the booth and half way to the parking lot as Derek turned his questioning eyes on his lovely bride. “What’s going on here, Deb?”

“What do you mean? We’re going dancing. . .” she smiled at him softly trying in vain to dissuade the line of questioning.

He took her hands firmly in his and held them as he gazed earnestly into her big baby blues. His voice was a low whisper, “Baby, I know you too well. You’re up to something and I want to know what it is. Spit it out.”

She hated when he did this. She could never refuse him when he cornered her like that. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the owner of the restaurant, Fred, approaching their table. He stopped as he saw the situation and headed back to the kitchen. Years in the business had taught him when it might be best to leave his customers alone.

Derek was speaking to her again, “Deb. I’m not leaving this booth until you tell me what’s up.”

The gig was up. She could feel the red-hot tears gearing up in her eyes as her cheeks flushed darkly. She wanted to speak but the dry lump in her throat prevented any chance of that. She tore her eyes away from his and looked down at her captured hands as two large crocodile tears spilled into her lap. Quietly she murmured, “I just want you to have a Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

He could barely hear her over the din of the restaurant and he leaned in, kissing the crown of her head to reassure her. “Yes. I get that. And you’ve made it quite an interesting day already. So what’s next? You, me and Liz in bed making hot passionate monkey love?” He chuckled softly, kissing her silky head again.

This was her chance. He’d open the door for her and left it wide open. It was now or never.

Lifting her face to his, their lips almost touching as she wiped the trail of her tear from her cheek, she nodded slowly. “Yes.”

 

[Dillon]

It had been an honest little kind of joke, even adding in "monkey love." But as the answer came across her lips his heart practically stopped beating. Suddenly his mind raced through time and put all of it together in the span of a second or two.

"The other night when you came home late. You were with her, weren't you..."

"I wasn't with her like that. I wouldn't...couldn't do anything like that to you." Her eyes were steadily fixed on his, "You know that."

God she is so pretty...Look at her!!

"I know that, Deb." He had to take a moment. This was a crucial moment, and one he didn't want to regret. One side of him wanted to rip them away from the restaurant, jump in the car and feast upon two wonderful women. The other viewed the morning after and what the hell that would look and feel like. "Have you thought about this, really thought about this Deb? What if I pay more attention to her than you,what if you pay more attention to her than me, what if and what if...I won't risk us for this. Man's most frequent fantasy or not, I'll say no if it means this could become a wedge."

He knew if Tristan or for that matter most any other man he knew were here, they'd be slapping the back of his head and shaking their own in disbelief. While this was one gift he would never forget, it wouldn't be the one he came to regret. He searched his love's eyes as she searched for her response.

 

[StarXChyld]

She smiled at him and stroked the side of his cheek. She adored him with all her heart and soul. They truly were more than a married couple, they were each other’s best friend. She loved that she could talk honestly and openly with him about anything without fear of reprisal.

“Derek, you’ve brought it up several times in our love-making and granted, I’ve always been the one to shoot it down but lately. . .”, she paused, trying to make sense of it herself, “lately, I’ve been curious as well. Liz isn’t just any woman, I really like her, Derek and I’m very attracted to her in a way I never thought I could be with another woman. Our marriage is the strongest I've ever seen, there is no way this will drive a wedge through it as long as we both understand that it's a gift for both of us to share.”

She drained the last of her champagne before continuing, “I want you to watch me with her. I want to watch you with her. I want us both to make love to her at the same time. I want this as much for me as I want it for you.”

He started to open his mouth to respond and she hurried on, cutting him off, “Derek, let’s not worry about tomorrow for once. Let’s pretend that tonight is all that matters. . .”

She sat back in the booth. There was nothing more to say, Derek would either throw caution to the wind and join her in this decadent experiment or he would pull them back from the edge. She knew he ultimately held their future in his hands as he always had. She trusted his judgment and knew he’d make the best decision for both of them.

Her eyes wandered over to the front door of the restaurant. Liz was standing at the hostess stand, watching them intently. She arched a inquistive brow as her eyes met Debra’s but she didn’t move. Debra felt as if the whole world was moving in slow motion as she waited for Derek’s response.

 

[Dillon]

Deb was as bare and true with her words as she had ever been. He could feel Liz, sense her at the front of the restaurant. He stood and closed his eyes, hoping that Deb might have a point in not waiting for or anticipating tomorrow.

"I think then that perhaps our driver might need a little show to dissuade this silly dance idea. I'll stop by the men's room to freshen up and then meet you at the car." He stretched out his hand to help her up and wrapped his arms around her. He held her tightly, his nose just behind and under her ear, smelling her. Nothing was said between them, there weren't words needed to say. He pulled back and moved his hands to to her head and kissed her softly. Their eyes met and Derek moved away into space, leaving Deb to go to Liz....and the car.

In the men's room alone Derek clumsily dumped out onto the counter just about everything in his wallet. Coins, a lotto ticket, a stick of gum and...two little pills.

The girls don't get the only surpise, do they??

He wouldn't need something like this for such an evening, but why not? He had gone through the embarassing doctor visit and paid for the prescription. He picked up the two little pills and tossed them into his mouth, jerking his head back and swallowing them without a sip of water.

Alllllrighty then...better get to the hotel in about thirty or so....or caution isn't going to be the only thing I'm throwing to the wind..

Derek camly returned the remaining items on the counter to his wallet, washed his hands, checked his appearance and exited the room.

"Mr. Lansing, your car is waiting outside! Thank you for coming to us on your special day, the check has been taken care of...by your lady friend...or chauffeur..." Fred stood with a puzzled expression.

"She's a friend from out of town...believe me I've driven with her, you don't want her as a chauffeur...New York taxi driver maybe." They both stood and laughed as Derek took his coat. "Thank you Fred, this evening was fantastic."

Fred opened the door as Derek approached the black car wondering where this carriage would take him, and what tale he would store within his private vault of secret secrets. His hand on the door handle, he opened the door to the unknown...or partly known...or...

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz had taken her cue from Deb and scooted out of the booth to claim her car. As she walked to the parking lot she felt alternating twinges of excitement and anxiety. The hours spent at the restaurant had been the best kind of grown up fun. The teasing and repartee during dinner had made for a stimulating evening and she hoped that this was just the beginning. God knew the idea of sex with her new friends was incredibly erotic. She wanted them both very much, but she also knew that the situation was fraught with hazards.

As much as she and Debra had gone over the evening and the possible outcomes it was still an unknown for all of them. Nothing about the night to come was certain. Liz knew that the couple were now discussing what would happen next, Debra wouldn’t deceive Derek if he asked her directly, and Liz was sure that the intelligent man knew he was being set up for something.

All this went through her mind as she retrieved the rental car and returned to the front of the restaurant. She left the car in the safe hands of the valet and reentered the restaurant; stopping to stand at the hostess station. Debra looked up and Liz caught her eye. Were they on? No? Yes?

While she watched, the couple rose from the booth. Derek took Debra in his arms and held her close; his every movement showing his affection and desire for his beautiful wife. Liz felt her heart swell up at the unashamed display of love between the couple. Suddenly, she knew that things were going to be alright. The broad smile Debra wore as she approached was testament to the success of their plans.

Well?

“Liz, I think we’ll skip the dancing for tonight. Would you mind driving us back to the hotel instead?”

Liz looked at Debra and smiled in return. They were going through with it! She felt her body react immediately and she wondered if everyone in the room could see the flush of arousal that she felt covering her skin. The sparkle in Debras’ eyes told her that her friend was just as excited.

I’d be happy to drive you anywhere. If you’ll come with me? I have the car waiting out front.

She led the way to the black Lincoln waiting just outside the restaurant doors and opened the rear door for Debra. As the other woman climbed into the back Liz let her hand slide over the taught fabric of Debs skirt, letting her hand caress the beautiful curves that lay hidden beneath. Before either of them could get carried away, Liz stepped back, closed the door and hurried around to settle herself in the drivers seat. When she turned to look at Deb, what she saw made her gasp.

Debra sat in the center of the seat. Though her clothing and posture were perfectly appropriate for polite society, the look in her eyes was anything but proper. She was as sultry and sensual as any courtesan, as erotic as any porn star, and as desirable as anyone Liz had ever seen. Liz grinned, and her voice was husky with desire when she spoke.

Lady, I hope your hotel is nearby or the three of us may end up in one big pile in the back of this car. Debra, you have driven me crazy all evening, hell longer than that. Ever since we met I’ve wanted you. Now that I’ve met Derek too, well, the two of you are even more exciting than I imagined. Just do me one favor? Remember that I’m driving up here and try not to be too distracting.

She watched as Debra batted her long lashes and tried to look innocent; while at the same time, pulling the hem of her short skirt even higher. Liz knew that Deb was going to drive everyone out of their minds between here and the hotel, and Liz was looking forward to the ride of her life. Thankfully, before the skirt could get dangerously high, Liz heard the back door open. Derek climbed into the car, his smile was a mixture of anticipation and caution. She put the large car in gear, and looked at Deb in the mirror.

Where to ma’m?

 

[Dillon]

Derek slid into the leather seat next to Deb as he heard Liz ask where they were headed. The air in the car was charged with electricity, Derek could hear his heart beating through his breaths. His eyes met Liz's in the rearview mirror as Deb spoke, "Take us to our hotel, please." Her voice broke as she said it, and she twitched nervously at his warm hand touching her knee. He kept his eyes on the mirror as his fingers traced light circles slowly up Deb's thigh. Liz had the car in gear but her eyes were still fixed at Derek. He broke the eye contact to begin whispering in Deb's ear, his hand now pulling up at the already dangerously height of the hem.

In Deb's ear he was whispering all kinds of things, things romantic, things of love and things erotic. She lifted her hips at his request so that he could get at her warm, hot and now very wet pussy. The car bounced unexpectedly off of a curb, which caused a pause that made the three of them smile.

"Sorry." Was all that Liz said. This was going to be a very long trip for Liz...and Deb. Derek's hand went everywhere except the soft pinkness that ticked in anticipation. Viagra or no, he couldn't tell, but the strain of his erection against his clothes was strong. He brushed Deb's hand away from wandering in his direction again and again as he continued the touches and the whipering. He glanced in the mirror and saw the hungry eyes of Liz.

"How long do you think before we get there?"

"I'm going as fast as I can."

Derek stopped and backed away a little from Deb, who had brought her head back from lying on the head rest. "Better straighten up sweetness, we're almost there."

She lowered her skirt and and mock pouted, "I was almost there you tease."

The sight of the hotel only a few traffic lights away, Derek straightened himself up and pretended absolutey nothing had gone on.

I'm in a heap of delicious trouble...Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz managed to get them to the hotel without injury, but it was a near thing. The jaywalker two blocks back would likely think twice before darting out into traffic again. She had looked in the mirror as they passed and noted that the young man had managed to regain his feet after a mad scramble and fall over a parked car. She really had tried to pay attention to her driving, but the noises from the back seat, soft though they were, had made concentration nearly impossible. It was with a distinct sense of relief that she announced their arrival to her passengers.

Two young parking attendants stepped to the doors as the Lincoln stopped at the hotel entrance. The boyish face of the front door valet registered surprise as he opened the door to let Liz step out. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as he watched her long legs swing from the leather seat and he would later swear to his friends that he had gotten more than a glimpse of the pale smooth skin at the top of her black stockings. Liz smiled at him as she accepted the claim check for the car. He stammered slightly, something he would leave out of his stories later, as he inquired about luggage. She handed him the key and spoke over her shoulder as she walked around the car to meet Derek and Debra.

The bags are in the trunk; please see that they are taken inside.

Derek offered each of the beauties an arm and gallantly escorted them into the hotel lobby. More than one head turned as the trio entered. As was often the case in better hotels, the staff was completely nonplussed by their arrival, simply ignoring the activities of the upper class clientele and providing discrete and impeccable service. Debra registered for the suite she had earlier reserved for herself and Derek, and Liz accepted her key for the room that connected through an inside door.

The atmosphere of the elevator was charged with sexual energy. Liz was amused to see that even the bellman was not unaffected, and she stifled a giggle as she watched him surreptitiously adjust his tightening trousers. She was a bit surprised, but pleased, when Derek slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against his left side as he did the same to Debra on his right.

The suite reserved by Debra consisted of a sitting room, bedroom and luxurious bath; the bedroom to be occupied by Liz, for the sake of propriety and in the event things did not go as planned, connected through a doorway in the sitting room. The main furnishings in the sitting room consisted of a large sofa and matching chairs that faced a fireplace where a fire already burned brightly. Three glasses and a bottle of champagne in a silver bucket waited on the low table before the sofa. The room was beautiful; everything had been carefully prepared, just as Debra and Liz had planned. Now, the moment was at hand, and the door closed quietly behind the bellman.

 

[Dillon]

There is always a moment in time, just before any event where there is a pause. A period where time can seem to stand still, and then comes the rush. For the young this moment brings anxiety, nervousness and tension. For those with some experience and poise this kind of time is almost savored and the mind marks the pre-event. From the car to the lobby, the lobby to the elevator and the elevator to the room Derek relished in every second. In the elevator he didn't just want to pull Liz close to him, he had to have her closer. When the door closed behind the three in the suite Derek could feel the pitcher slowly tipping, and he suspected it was going to be at his hands to decide when to pour. His arms and hands slowly slipped from the two delicious bodies and he headed for the champagne.

Grabbing the three glasses he returned to the ladies saying, "Shall we have a toast?"

Just as Deb appeared to begin speaking a knock came at the door, startling all three of them.

"The bags , it's our bags!" Derek held his glass out and Liz took it. Their eyes met briefly in his suprise and he went to opend the door as their luggage was brought in. Derek tipped the twitching youth.

Wait a second...this is the same kid who opened up the car. Couldn't get enough, kid? Had to take another look?

Derek smiled, he couldn't blame him. Especially when he looked at the two women, lit wonderfully by the fire.

 

[StarXChyld]

She had been content to sit back and let Liz and Derek take over on the drive over to the hotel. Playing along as Derek’s fingers teased and tormented her mischievously, she knew that soon she and Liz would exact their own sweet revenge. The visions of what would transpire in the hotel suite that night as Derek continued to strum the inside of her trembling thighs made Debra wet with desire. Each time she reached for him, he would gently push her away.

Fine. She would remember that when he’d be begging her to take him in her hand later. . .

They had finally made their way into the penthouse suite at the Hilton and just as they were poised to toast, the valet arrived with their luggage. Debra couldn’t stand it anymore. She had noticed how the young man gawked at Liz when they had pulled up. It was time to give him something he would remember for the rest of his life!

As Derek opened the door and allowed the young man to enter with their bags, Debra locked her lust-filled eyes on Liz’s, seductively taking a step towards her. Liz arched a brow and glanced once at the valet, a dark smile crept over her lips as she immediately knew what Debra was up to. Without missing a beat, she stepped forward into Debra’s embrace. Debra lifted the champagne glass from Liz’s hand and set it on the table before turning back to focus on Liz.

Derek had been distracted with the luggage. As he pulled a five from his wallet and handed it to the trembling youth, he realized the valet was having a difficult time staying on his feet. Derek’s eyes followed the valet’s line of vision as he turned and looked back at the ladies. The sight was enough to give him a slight jolt as well.

Debra’s fingers were running through Liz’s soft locks as they tumbled over her bare shoulders and Liz’s hands rested on Debra’s hips, pulling her in closer as their lips touched and touched again. Even from across the room, the two men could hear the blissful sighs as the ladies tongues danced upon one another.

Derek was glad he had his back to the young man, for his expression of awe matched the valet’s exactly. He blinked twice and then cleared his throat as he turned back to the young man, handing him the tip once again.

The kid tore his eyes from the two ladies reluctantly as he grabbed the five from Derek’s hand. Swallowing hard, he remembered his manners, "Thank you. Have a nice evening."

Derek smiled incorrigibly as he ushered the rubbernecking kid out the door, "Thank you. I shall."

 

[Dillon]

Derek watched as the door closed, and he stood there for a moment before returning his gaze to the two women.

"That was a cruel and..." His words trailed off at the sight of the two again. He had incorrectly assumed that they'd be giggling and waiting for his comment. To the contrary they were both still joined at their hips and fully engaged with eachother. Feeling a little like a third wheel Derek went to grab the bags and was almost out of the room when Debra spoke up, "Where do you think you're going mister?"

"I was just going to put the bags in - "

Deb interrupted him, "You get your ass over here and taste these lips, she's not a bad kisser." Liz slapped Deb's ass hard, but before Deb could react she went for a grand kiss. Derek tossed the bags into the bedroom, his eyes fixed upon them both once again.

Breaking the kiss, Liz turned to Derek, "You heard your wife, get over and taste my lips...please?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

You heard your wife, get over and taste my lips...please?

She extended her hand to Derek, and drew him into the intimate embrace she shared with Debra. Their bodies were hot where they touched, and they touched in as many places as the women could manage. Debs kiss been deeper than any they had yet shared and it made Liz achingly aware of her own body & desires; Liz could hardly wait for more. She pressed herself against Dereks masculine form on one side and Debras lush body on the other. She felt her tits being squeezed between Debs ample breasts and the hard sexy planes of Dereks chest; the sensation was divine! Her arms wrapped around her companions and theirs around her; they pulled one another close, offering fleeting touches wherever their could reach. Her own hands crept down to give a sensual caress to the curved female ass on one side and the firm masculine one on the other. If Derek was surprised, he didn’t let it show; Debra pressed against her hand, encouraging further exploration.

Dereks teasing, intelligent personality had tormented her all evening; even now, when Deb had practically commanded him to kiss her, and she had all but begged, he still exerted his will and chose instead to cover Debras delicious mouth with his. Liz gasped as she watched the passion flare between the couple. A flush ran from Debs breasts up to her face; Liz interpreted the event as the result of extreme arousal. She knew she was right when the hand that was rubbing Debs ass encountered Dereks wrist and she realized that his hand extended below the short skirt, and was moving deliberately between Debs trembling thighs.

Liz leaned back a bit, raised her hand to the space between their bodies and carefully unbuttoned the tux jacket on the other woman. She brushed her fingers across the hard nipples that pressed against the lacy black corset now visible between the open lapels. Her fingers pulled and tugged and the tight nubs, touching only through the fabric. A low moan greeted her touch, and she watched breathlessly as Derek deepened the kiss and pressed a leg between Debs thighs; the shapely limbs spread wide, causing the short skirt to raise the final few inches and slip over the curve of her ass to gather around her tiny waist.

Deb seemed to be holding on to Liz for dear life while Derek mercilessly plundered her mouth and tormented the hot juncture of her thighs. Liz was weak from the thrill of watching them. In her most erotic fantasies she had never imagined that the sight another couples embrace would excite her so much, but her pussy was wet and throbbing in response to the vision before her. Just when she thought she might cum from the sight alone, Deb gave another shuddering moan and Derek raised his head. The look in his eyes was wickedly sensual; his voice, when he spoke was husky and full of promise.

“Just wanted you to know what you were getting into Liz. Now, I believe you offered me a taste?”

Debs sexy chuckle was the last sound Liz heard before Derek lowered his mouth to hers.

 

[Dillon]

There are many different flavors in lovemaking, affected by all sorts of things. When he left Debs' wonderful mouth his sentence to Liz was hued with hunger. For the time being, this was going to be the pervading force...they were a hungry little threesome. Derek wanted to dive into Liz's mouth but at the last moment he slowed and gently touched his lips to hers. The shift in passion from what she had seen with Deb clearly surprised her. He left and repeated the gentle kiss again, this time beginning to suck on her lower lip. Deb was barely hanging on at what was in front of her and though Derek's lips had left her, his hand hadn't skipped a beat. Liz began to return the dance adding her own tongue. His hand began to trace lightly from her neck straight down her spine and over her ass. All three of them let out a small moan, and Liz smiled, filling her eyes with his.

"Put your hand under mine, show me something new and we'll let Deb start the orgasm train." He guided Liz's hand to Deb's pussy, and placed his hand directly over hers so he feel exactly what she was doing. Deb moved her hips slightly back and forth, and Liz approached her mouth again.

Through gasps Deb siad, "I've already started the orgasm train babe...but...mmmm...we're about to start again." Derek laughed at himself as Liz moved from Deb's mouth to her wonderful neck.
His hand left Liz's and he moved to his champagne glass. Taking a healthy gulp at the bubbles he wondered...


We gonna go informal and just end up in a heap on the floor or shall we retire to the bed....Hell, I'm shocked Deb is still standing...

 

[Lady_Kit]

Dereks kiss had been tender when she expected more force and she would have been disappointed had he not placed her hand on Debs pussy to show his intentions. His ability to set a slow pace was appreciated, and one she would do her best to imitate. No matter how much she wanted to rush them both to the huge bed she had glimpsed in the other room.

I, for one, am not about to rush this experience, so I'm all for taking our time and savoring every moment.

Liz replied to Derek, then returned to her oral exploration of Debras neck. Her hand continued to stroke the the hot spot between Debs legs, and she could feel her own sex becoming more heated and wet by the moment. She was fairly certain that if someone didn't touch her soon she would die.

Her fingers moved in slow circles over the hard clit that peeked from between the swollen lips of Debs cunt, and without thought, she began to stroke the other woman in the same ways that she used to pleasure herself. She cupped her hand around the warm flesh, moulding her fingers to the curve of Debs mound, curled her hand, and let just the tips of her fingers gently part the wet skin and slip between the smooth folds. Her fingers quickly became slippery and she could not resist the temptation to raise her hand to her mouth and lick each one clean before she continued.

However, I would not be unwilling to getting rid of a few of these hampering clothes. There are lots of things I'd like to see and frankly, Derek, your pants are getting in my way. Since Deb is just about ready to fall down, maybe I should help her get out of her clothes first?

 

[Dillon]

"No..." Derek said abruptly but without anger or haste, "I'm just again realizing it's my birthday and Deb has gotten to have the fun. My final present, obviously chosen with much thought and deliberation is still wrapped. The thing is I'm hoping this gift will unwrap itself. Liz, would you kindly strip for me?" Deb's jaw dropped, Liz looked shocked and Derek began to unbutton his shirt as he sat down on a large comfortable chair in front of the fire.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz could not have been more surprised, if...well, she didn't know what would have surprised her more. She was also nearly weak at the stab of pure lust that went through her. Strip for him? While Deb watched? Of all the things he could have asked for, that was by far the most arousing, and right out of her fantasies. Since this started with Deb, she had often though of how exciting it would be to turn on both of them, then masturbate & watch as they turned the sexual excitement on each other before she was invited to join them. A wicked smile lit her face as she watched him settle down into the leather chair. The firelight cast subtle red-hued shadows against his handsome face, giving him a devilish appearance that was only slightly alleviated by a happy grin.

Actually, Derek, a visit to a discreet little club I know of was on the agenda for tonight, but under the circumstances, I think that something more private is in order. Why don’t you and your lovely wife just settle back and enjoy a more intimate performance? I’m not a professional you understand, but I’ll do my best to please.

Debra seemed to immediately revive at the suggestion. She had never been to a “Gentlemans’ Club” but had been excited by the idea. This was going to be even better she was sure; she loved the idea of watching her beautiful friend strip for them tonight and could hardly wait to see the teddy that she knew lay beneath the little black dress.

“Darling, I think that’s a wonderful idea! Don’t know why it didn’t occur to me. Well actually it probably had something to do with that little torture session in the back of the car, and the Lady’s delicious lips once we arrived in the room.” She gave Liz & Derek looks that promised retribution before the night was over, removed her jacket and sat down on the corner of the sofa to watch.

Liz moved to the stereo and soon found the kind of slow, sensual music she wanted. The room was dim, only two small lamps and the light of the burning logs illuminated the scene as she stepped before her audience. The music wrapped around her and she started to move slowly in response to its touch. Her hands lightly caressed her body, drifting up and down smoothing the fabric of her dress against her skin in one place; causing it to raise or lower in another. The raised hem offered glimpses of the tops of her stockings and the soft flesh above. She lifted her hands to gather her mass of long blonde hair, knowing full well that the action lifted her hem well above her stockings and offered a peek at the red panty that marked the bottom edge of the teddy; draping her hair over one shoulder, she turned to face the fire.

The tempo of the music increased and her hips and ass moved in response, twitching provocatively from left to right, or making a swirling figure eight as she kept perfect time to the beat. Her hands reached behind her back and she drew down the short zipper of the dress. The low back of the teddy was still hidden, making it appear that she would soon be topless, but as the dress dropped silently to the floor she heard Debs quick inhalation as she recognized the garment that enhanceed of the curved cheeks of Lizs ass; she thought she heard Derek sigh, and looked over her shoulder to gage his reaction to the performance so far. He was quietly sipping his champagne but his eyes never left her and there was an impressive bulge in his pants that he made no move to conceal.

Liz smiled and stepped out of the crumpled dress at her feet then, legs spread, bent forward from the waist, to pick it up. She let her hands slide the length of one leg as she went down, and then with the dress in one hand, ran the empty hand up the inside of her thigh and across her barely concealed pussy as she rose; tapping one manicured nail over her hard clit and moving past the spot where the crotch was already damp and threatening to disappear, to tap again at the point above the tight rosebud of her anus. She straightened and tossed the dress over the nearest chair before turning around; facing them clad only in the red teddy, black stockings and the ribbon at her neck. One by one she lowered the straps of the teddy, holding the tiny bodice up until both arms were free. She bared her full breasts a little at a time, only allowing the red silk to fall away after the fabric had passed below the hard dark buds of her nipples. The teddy hung for a moment at her hips, slipped enough to reveal the smooth hairless mound of her pussy then, with a sigh against the sheer nylon of her thigh-high black stockings fell to the floor. She stood proudly before the silent couple, then grinned at Derek before running her hands from her curved hips, to her belly and across her now aching breasts. Her body felt on fire with need, her heart was pounding and her breathing rapid with excitement; she again lifted her hair to clearly reveal the red bow at her throat as she said innocently.

I’ve saved you the bow Derek. Would you care to remove it now?