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  “Good,” she said. “Either of us can pull the chute, at any time. And the third rule?”

  “We only do things together. We will always be together.”

  “I like that one, also,” she said.

  Abruptly, she turned off the burner and turned to face me.

  “You know I am only going to do this because you want to, right?” she said.

  “I do,” I said. “It’s my idea.”

  “OK,” she said, and she reached out and undid my belt and tugged on the snap on my jeans.

  She brushed her hand against my erection and smiled up at me, gave me a little kiss.

  “I wouldn’t want you to think that I find Dave, you know, sexually interesting.”

  She undid the snap and yanked down my zipper. She had a funny little smile.

  I couldn’t speak. She spread my jeans apart and fished for my penis.

  “He is cute though. Do you think he’s big? I mean, he likely is, right?”

  She wrapped her cool fingers around the shaft of my penis.

  I stuttered.

  “Likely.”

  She kissed me, squeezing my penis gently.

  “I’m just kidding,” she said. “I’m sure he is. And I do find him sexually interesting.”

  I squirmed and inhaled sharply. She grinned.

  “You get so turned on,” she said. “That’s why I think we should do it. I have kind of mixed feelings about it, but you respond so intensely, I feel like it’s something you need to do.”

  “Thank you,” I said.

  She kissed me again and started to rub my penis in her hand. She licked my neck and then whispered in my ear, very quietly.

  “And I kind of want to see Dave’s dick.”

  I grasped her arm to stop her stroking me because I was going to cum. She laughed at her power over me. She pulled me by the hand to the bedroom. She pulled off her jacket in the hallway and stripped off everything else immediately.

  I did the same.

  She threw herself onto the bed and looked up at me. I stood there, holding my penis in my hand. I knelt, kissed her, rubbing myself against her soaking sex.

  “You love the dirty talk,” she said.

  “This turns you on, too,” I said.

  She groaned and pushed against me.

  “You want to do more than see his dick, don’t you?” I said.

  “I do,” she said. “I think so.”

  “What do you want to do?” I asked, lowering myself to lick her.

  She spread her legs for me, one hand in my hair.

  “Um, suck it,” she said. “Maybe.”

  I started to lap at her clitoris and she writhed and yelped. I slid two fingers inside her and stroked her G spot.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”

  I stopped.

  “Do you want him to put it inside you?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

  I licked her again for a minute then stopped, teasing her. My tongue toyed with her adorable pink clitoris.

  “Tell me what else you want to do,” I said. “You want to fuck him?”

  I put my tongue back on her and she moaned.

  “I do,” she said. “Maybe.”

  I started to lick her rhythmically. She started to twitch, turned her head, gasped and came. I could feel her sex contracting on my fingers.

  She inhaled deeply and collapsed with a sigh. She pulled me up and kissed me.

  “God, you’re so hot,” I said.

  She breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling, huffing and puffing.

  “I hope we know what we’re doing,” she said.

  “Intense,” I said.

  She drew me to her and I kissed her and rubbed myself against her.

  “So what do you want me to do with Dave?”

  I exhaled deeply and flipped onto my back.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “I want you to do what you want to do.”

  She took my penis in her hand and squeezed it. I moaned.

  “But if I, um, sucked him in front of you, that would be OK?” she asked. “Right?”

  She climbed on top of me, straddling me at the waist and rubbed my penis against her ass.

  “Right?” I said.

  “Would you like that?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  She held my penis at the entrance of her sex. I could feel her wetness.

  “And if, after I suck him, if he fucks me? How about that?”

  She slid down on my penis and started bouncing lightly and I started to orgasm immediately. She grinned and leaned down to kiss me and I finished, shuddering.

  On Thursday night, I was sitting in my office working on an article about this year’s wine-growing season when she peeked around the corner, holding two glasses of red wine.

  “You busy?”

  “Not too busy for you, my love.”

  She came in and gave me a kiss and a glass of wine and sat on the arm of the little couch.

  “So, I was wondering,” she said. She looked kind of shy.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You told me you like to read stories online about, um, men whose wives sleep with other men.”

  I blushed.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Cuckold porn.”

  “So, I was wondering if you could show me.”

  “Hm,” I said. “I don’t know.”

  It felt so private, a secret vice, that I didn’t know if I wanted to reveal myself.

  “You don’t have to,” she said. “But I’d like to know, um, what turns you on.”

  “Sure,” I said. “You just surprised me.” I closed my article and opened up an incognito browser.

  She sat on the arm of my desk chair and casually dropped her hand to the front of my shorts. My penis stiffened.

  “I know it’s kind of pervy,” she said. “But don’t worry. I want to see it.”

  I went to an online forum I like and showed her a page of stories.

  “Which ones do you like?” she asked.

  I thought about it and clicked on a few titles that I had read recently.

  “Um, this one’s about a guy who goes on vacation to Jamaica with his wife and she, um, has sex with a lifeguard,” I said.

  “Did that one get you hard?” she asks, and squeezes my penis.

  “Yup,” I said. “It did.”

  I opened a different one.

  “This one’s about a guy whose wife has sex with his boss to get him a promotion.”

  “Is it all just stories or are there pictures also?”

  I showed her another site with a collection of memes, pictures, mostly from porn, with text written on them.

  The first one was a picture of a young blonde holding a big black penis. The text said: “Brian, I think you know things will be different after this.”

  “Interesting,” she said.

  “I know I’m a weirdo,” I said.

  “My weirdo,” she said, and squeezed my penis and kissed me. “Thanks for showing me. I’m going to go look at some of these on my laptop. You can get back to your writing.”

  I returned to my article, distracted by my erection.

  When I finished the piece about half an hour later, I went looking for Anne. She was in the bedroom with her laptop. Her right hand was under the covers, between her legs. She looked aroused.

  “Hey baby,” she said. “Come join me.”

  I plopped down next to her on the bed. She angled the computer so I could see. On the screen there were a series of photos of an attractive blonde being undressed by a big athletic black guy while a white man sat in an armchair and watched. She paged down.

  “I wonder what’s going to happen,” she said.

  She flicked to the next picture, which showed the woman, now kneeling naked, with the black guy’s huge penis in her mouth.

  The next pictures showed them having sex on the bed, the big black guy behind her. The woman was obviously enjoyin
g herself.

  “Wow,” said Anne. “That’s so big. That guy’s dick is like twice as big as your penis.”

  I laughed and she winked.

  “So, this is the kind of stuff you look at, right?” she asked.

  “Yup,” I said.

  “And you jerk off to it?”

  “Yup.”

  She pulled back the covers so I could see her hand down her panties.

  “I’m kind of doing that, too,” she said.

  She pushed the laptop away and spread her legs, pulled her panties aside and let me watch her fingers rub her clitoris.

  I reached for her but she shook her head.

  “Show me how you jerk off,” she said. “I want to watch you.”

  I took out my penis and started to yank it. It felt strange to do it in front of her but I was so excited that I didn’t want to stop. She rubbed herself harder and I pulled on my penis. When she bit her lip and moaned I could tell she was going to cum.

  She sighed softly and closed her eyes. It set me off, and I shot my seed into my other hand.

  “That was fun!” she said, and drew me down onto the bed to cuddle with her. “Come here, you little pervert.”

  2

  The Pool

  On Saturday afternoon, on the drive to Dave and Celeste’s place, I had a mild sense of unease, mixed with excitement.

  I had left the little bar off Castro Street with the strong sense that Celeste and Dave were interested in playing with us. The idea gave me a tingle of excitement at the base of my spine.

  Anne looked ravishing in a colorful patterned cotton sundress — I think it’s called a handkerchief dress — that showed off her golden shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I was wearing my summer Saturday uniform: khaki shorts and a polo shirt.

  Dave and Celeste lived in a cedar-shaded ranch home on a hillside in Mill Valley, set back from the street.

  “Wow,” said Anne, after we pressed the bell. “Nice place.”

  Celeste came to the door in a pair of black yoga pants and an orange tank top.

  “Hey!” she said, stretching out her arms. “Welcome. Come on in.”

  She gave us each two pecks on the cheek.

  “I won’t hug you,” she said. “I’m a mess. I’ve just finished my yoga.”

  She led us through the living room and into the kitchen, which opened onto a patio overlooking a big pool with a diving board. Behind it were trees.

  “Oh my gosh,” said Anne. “It’s so beautiful.”

  Celeste led us to an umbrella-covered glass table. We stood in the sun, took it in. The pool terrace was of ochre terracotta tiles, like a Mexican courtyard.

  A couple of loungers of dark tropical wood sat at the other end of the pool, next to a hot tub. A yoga mat was stretched out next to the water.

  Across the pool, there were cedars and pines climbing a steep hill covered in rust-colored needles. It smelled nice. I couldn’t see the speakers, but Stan Getz was playing samba at just the right volume.

  “I’m afraid Dave’s had to go to work for a bit,” Celeste said. “He should be joining us soon. Do you like sangria?”

  Yes please. She went into the kitchen. Anne took my hand and kissed me.

  Celeste came out with a tray holding four glasses and a big pitcher. She put it on the table, poured three glasses. Anne passed one to me. It was delicious.

  “I love this,” said Anne, after she took a long drink. “The sangria. The pool. The house. How long have you been here?”

  “Thanks,” said Celeste, draining her sangria. “Four years. We are lucky. We really like it.”

  She stepped back away from us, into the sun.

  “Where are you from, Anne?” she asked. “I love your accent. Very light but it’s there. French? Spanish?”

  “French,” said Anne. “I’m from Lyon. Came here to model and met this guy.”

  Celeste said she had had some fun nights in Lyon when she was a student. All our glasses were empty. Celeste refilled them.

  Anne asked about the house.

  “We really love it,” said Celeste. “We like the trees, the pool, and the privacy.”

  She stepped away from us, turned to the pool and pulled off her top.

  “I like feeling the sun on my skin,” she said. “And the water.”

  She turned to us, standing there in her moist black sports bra and yoga pants. Her skin gleamed. Her nipples stood out against the thin material of the bra.

  “I need to have a swim, guys,” she said. “Do you want a dip?”

  “We didn’t bring swimsuits,” said Anne. “I didn’t know you had a pool.”

  Celeste smiled.

  “I don’t have a suit either,” she said, and she turned her back to us and peeled off her sports bra and threw it on one of the loungers. She walked to the edge of the pool, stuck one of her toes in the water, and turned back to look at us.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I keep it a bit on the cool side.”

  I really liked that, watching her take off her top and walk around without it, allowing me to ogle her without looking like a creep. Her breasts were amazing. No tan lines, cute little brown nipples, with just a bit more bounce than Anne’s, because they were just a bit bigger.

  She walked up to the diving board before we could say anything. She stopped next to the board and bent to peel off her yoga pants. She tossed them toward her bra.

  She walked to the end of the board, then stood there with her arms by her side, looking straight ahead, like an Olympic diver. It was like a moment from a Helmut Newton photograph, the reflection of shimming light from the water playing on her naked body. She was shaved and tanned an even golden shade.

  She jumped up, bounced off the board, launched herself into the air, did a somersault and sliced through the water, with almost no splash.

  She swam underwater toward us, and came up by the side of the pool.

  “How did I do?” she said.

  Anne and I both clapped.

  “Four point nine from the French judge,” she said.

  “Four point seven,” I said.

  “You’re tough when you’re judging,” she said to me. “Let’s see how you do on the board.

  “I used to dive at school,” said Anne. “I was quite the plongeuse. I haven’t tried any of my old tricks in years.”

  She walked toward the board.

  “Let’s see what you got,” said Celeste.

  Anne looked at me and shocked me with the ease of her mischievous smile.

  “I’m going to do it,” she said.

  She stopped at the foot of the board, closed her eyes for a second, then bent at the waist and yanked her dress off over her head. She quickly dropped her panties and put her hands behind her back to undo her bra.

  She walked to the front of the board and stood straight, arms by her side, as Celeste had done. She breathed in and out a few times.

  She was slimmer and more delicate than Celeste, with tan lines, which I like. She was graceful and beautiful, standing there, taking her time, as she was trained to do, thinking about her dive, her chest heaving.

  She took a breath, bounced on the board and did a jackknife, landing it with just a bit of a splash, and swam underwater to the side of the pool, next to Celeste.

  They were both there, then, with their arms over the sides of the pool, their hair slick behind them.

  “Five,” I said.

  “Four point four,” said Celeste. “Not an ambitious dive.”

  Anne smiled at me.

  “Your turn,” she said.

  “Yes,” said Celeste. “Let’s see what you got.”

  She ducked her head under the water, came up with a mouthful of water and squirted it at me. It hit my foot.

  I was self-conscious. I took a step back.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not much of a diver.”

  “Feeling shy?” said Celeste.

  I was. I hadn’t expected to feel this way, but
I suddenly was feeling nervous about dropping my shorts and showing myself.

  I bit my lip and thought about it. Two beautiful women naked in the pool. Time for me to join them. No decision to make. But I was suddenly afraid of having Celeste see my penis. I am aware that I am smaller than a lot of guys, and it was all I could think about. I felt like I was standing at the edge of a stage, and they were the audience. My stomach lurched. I felt frozen.

  “I thought you wanted to go to Taboo,” said Celeste, laughing. “You’ll have to show off your junk there.”

  “Come on, Simon,” said Anne.

  I took off my shirt and paused again, feeling quite silly.

  “Let’s see what you got, big guy,” said Celeste.

  I forced myself to drop my shorts and underwear, tossing them aside, and walked quickly to the board. I could feel my penis jiggling as I walked. I blushed.

  Celeste clapped and whistled.

  I ran down the board, took one leap off the end and did a cannon ball, landing with a huge splash. I turned and swam underwater to the women, and stayed under for a moment longer so I could dive down and grab at their feet. They both pushed me away with their feet and I surfaced with a mouthful of water, which I squirted at Celeste.

  I pulled Anne to me and gave her a kiss, and grabbed hold of the wall of the pool, so I was in between the two women. I had my arm around Anne, her naked body rubbing against me.

  “Aw,” said Celeste. “You guys are so cute. Kiss again.”

  I kissed Anne again, slower, for Celeste’s benefit. Anne tilted her head back as if she was swooning.

  “Nice,” said Celeste.

  She pulled herself half out of pool, and bent over the side, so her ass was sticking out in the air, all wet and golden, next to my head.

  “After this dive,” she said, as she pulled herself up, “I want you both to give me a kiss.”

  She walked up to the board, climbed up, pulled her wet hair back neatly behind her ears and ran up the board, taking one big springy leap, and went up into the air, her beautiful golden body flying far out, then cutting into water like a knife.

  As we watched her, I had my hand on Anne’s sex under the water, just resting there. I sucked her neck. My penis was hard against her thigh and I rubbed back and forth a bit.