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I wanted a man after my husband died and I wanted him to be mine all mine and only mine. How to do it?

Chapter One - The Guggenheim

The fates have hurt me -- hurt me terribly! Please excuse my frustration but the devoted and darling man of my life passed on four months ago after suffering an unexpected and terminal onslaught of pancreatic cancer.

Wealthy -- fairly -- we’d enjoyed a wonderful lifestyle of parties, civic involvement, arts, theatre, ballet, opera, and sex, sex, and more sex. We were probably the horniest couple in Greenwich. We were in our mid forties, handsome, lithe and just plain desirable. Sex with that gorgeous man had been sheer heaven.

Now I need a man! I want a man in me, on me, all over me! Oh God! I need a man! How I need a man!

A husband would be acceptable or even a lover. Lovers should be easier to find than husbands -- I was thinking -- especially at my income and social level. But I must beware of opportunists. I’m sure that there are many who would cheerfully marry me for my money but that’s not what I want. In a husband I want love -- love -- and devotion and honesty. For a lover I can compromise -- the primary qualification being sex -- good sex -- lots of damn good sex.

I survived sex deprivation by using some sex toys. A rabbit -- you all know what that is -- provided physical release, hour after hour, but not the intimate emotional satisfaction given only by a loving man. Or woman!

I was beginning to feel that intimacy with a woman might fill the enormous emotional gap in my life. Maybe I was just getting desperate.
I wondered if men ever feel the need for another man if they are without feminine intimacy.
I read that some species of monkey become homosexual with females being unavailable.

Drink failed to comfort me; week after week I drank, trying to find solace in the bottle. Annette -- my faithful maid -- finally gave up trying to comfort me and threatened to resign if I did not come to my senses.

I started attending AA. I spent time with my psychiatrist -- we all have them in Greenwich -- and slowly I returned to the real world, regaining my sobriety but simultaneously realizing the depth of my sexual frustration and deprivation -- my desperate need. I would lay abed thrusting the poor worn rabbit in and out of my vagina, replacing batteries almost daily.

“Annette”, I announced one morning, “It’s time to face the world.”

“Oui Madame, I’m so ‘appy for you, how may I help you Madame?” she asked with a rare smile on her youthful French face. Annette was in her twenties and had been with us for three years. She was reared in this country by French parents and spoke perfect English, but when she chose she could muster a charming French accent. Charming to my husband, that is, who liked the idea of having a ‘French Maid’ and insisted she use it when performing her various duties. At times I had harbored the uneasy suspicion that my husband engaged her with the romantic expectation that we all might become intimate or at least he and she might reach an intimate understanding. I liked her -- she served us well -- a very efficient young woman but as yet I had not developed any lesbian desires and we had a normal employer employee relationship.

“Annette, I wish to go to the city. There is an exhibition at the Guggenheim and I would like a companion. I want you to come with me.”

“Oui Madame, when do we leave? I must press this dress.”

“We’ll catch the noon train, Annette but I want you dressed as my friend, not servant. Let’s really dress nicely Annette, it’s been too long -- too long I’ve not been out in public. We’re going to an opening -- it’s winter -- dresses, sling backs and furs. Do you have a fur, Annette?”

“Oh no Madame, je n’en ai pas en. Je regrette Madame.”

“Pas de problem Annette, you may wear one of mine. Let’s raid our closets Annette! It’s time to sally forth! Today I face the world!”

“Madame, I am so ‘appy for you!”

“Annette! When we are out together as friends you must call me Janet or Jan. I will refer to you as my dear friend Annette DuChamps.”

At the Guggenheim we were greeted by the director, an old friend.

“Mrs. Rogers -- Janet -- I’m delighted that you could grace our opening. We all mourned your loss with you but we’re so happy that you are back with us.”

“Thank you, Percy, delighted to be here. May I present my dear friend Miss Annette DuChamps?”

“A pleasure indeed Miss DuChamps.”

“Thank you Mr….?”

“McNaughton, Miss DuChamps -- but please, Percy!”

“Percy, will we meet the artist?”, I asked hopefully. “And Percy, as you know my art knowledge is not too extensive so I would appreciate your private and candid advice as to whether I should patronize this gentleman.”

“Certainly Janet, I know that you are the soul of discretion”, he replied as he glanced at Annette with an unasked question in mind.

“I understand, Percy and I assure you that our communications will remain private. Will you escort us in please?”

“Certainly, ladies, my pleasure indeed.”

Percy escorted us in to the gallery where the exhibition was being held and on the way I was greeted by several of my friends. I was beginning to feel at home -- like my old self.

“Ah! There he is -- the artist -- Monsieur Jacques DuBois.”

“Jacques! Jacques! Mon cher Jacques. Permettez-moi de vous presenter Madame Rogers et Mademoiselle DuChamps”

“Enchanté, Madame, Mademoiselle, un plaisir, mais excusez-moi, il faut que je parle anglais.”

“Pas de problem, M. DuBois, je parle francais, jetais etudiante en France et aussi mon amie Annette parle francais parfaitment, mais au meme temps, je prefere que nous parlons anglais, d‘accord?”

“Monsieur DuBois, would you please show us your work and explain it so we may better appreciate it? Oh yes, and tell us how you met our dear Percy. And yes, call me Janet.”

“D’abord, call me Jacques. We met in Paris. There is a student housing on the right bank where students from many countries live at low cost and do their art. I had a small showing that Percy attended. He liked what he saw and here I am. It’s as simple as that!”

“What a coincidence Jacques, I know that building. Many years ago I bought the original of a print from a Norwegian artist who resided there. I have it in my New York apartment. I’ll show it to you some time, I’d love to show you my collection. Hopefully you’ll have time before returning to France,” I said, carefully controlling my gushing -- this fellow is handsome and charming -- he looks like Omar Sharif.

“It would be a pleasure… Janet. I should be here at least three weeks.”

“Wonderful, Jacques! Ahmm, Jacques, c’est la saison de l’opera. Do you enjoy the opera Jacques?” As I lifted an eyebrow.

“Oui, yes I do. I have attended the Opera Bastille many times and before that the Palais Garnier,“ he replied, his smile broadening as the implications sank in.

“Wonderful Jacques, tomorrow they’re doing Aida, a new production. Can you be my guest at the opera tomorrow evening?”

“Yes, certainly, but can you get tickets this late?”

“Of course Jacques, I have connections at the MET. Very good connections,” I replied as I smiled my most brilliant smile and made mental note to order tickets and dinner at the Grand Tier Restaurant.

“Jacques, I will give you my address and phone number. Come to my apartment at least two hours before the performance. I’ll show you at least some of my collection before the opera and the rest later perhaps.”

What to do? How to handle it? This man has distinct possibilities. I can tell from the way he looked at me. He’s in the right age group. H’m, I’ll return to the gallery tomorrow morning, confirm arrangements with him, then the hairdresser. After that I’ll dress!
Oh! Will I dress! Dress to please! Dress to attract! Dress to seduce!

Do I need something new? I’ll check with Bergdorf’s after the gallery.
I do have my city collection; I should find something if Bergdorf’s has nothing better to offer. I don’t have much time. I’ll decide tonight if I need something new. Oh! I can’t think straight -- I’m so excited!

“Annette, we have to go home now, uh to the apartment. I need to check my wardrobe for a dress tomorrow night and I’ll put you on the train to Connecticut. I’ll call you when I’m ready to return to Greenwich. Oh, and Annette, I want you to do some shopping. You‘re going to need some really great outfits since we‘ll spend lots of time together. I can provide some accessories for you if necessary.”

“Oh Janet, you don’t want me to help you dress?”

“No Annette, if you stay that long, you’ll not be able to make the train in the daylight.”

“Je comprend, Madame, Je comprend bien”, she replied with a knowing voice.

She knew I had an interest in that man. Well, so what?
I have a right to have a date. Annette is really attractive and under the right circumstances could be serious competition. She could equally be attracted to the man. I’d best keep them separated.

Back at the apartment, readying for the opera.

“Annette, I’ll try the silver lame halter top and silver sandals. I’ll wear the glimmer stockings, thigh high since I don’t want any garter snaps showing against the silver sheath and I’m certainly not going to wear pantyhose. Some diamonds and Chanel No. 5 should complete the ensemble.”

“Panties?.… Madame”, she asked me under raised eyebrows.

“Of course”, I snapped. “Thank you Annette, you’ve been very helpful and I enjoyed our day together. You’re a fine companion and I expect that we’ll do things together again. But now, let’s get you to the train. Please call when you reach home and let me know if all is well. OK?”

“Certainly Madame and thank you for a lovely day. Are you going to buy any of Monsieur DuBois’ art?”

“I’m not sure yet, Annette. I’m going to ask Percy if he would view my collection and suggest whether or not Jacques’ art would fit in. Perhaps covering an entire wall or wall section. I’m not sure yet.”
“What do you think Annette?”

“Frankly Janet I was not impressed but that’s likely because I have no art training.”

“But Annette, shouldn’t one buy simply on the basis of what one likes?”

“Oui, Madame, but one can buy a work of art as a souvenir of attending the opera with a new friend… can’t one?”, she replied with a smile bordering on a knowing smirk.

“Yes Annette. Don’t miss the train Annette. Good bye Annette!” I said with amused asperity.

“’voir Janet”, she smiled with raised eyebrows.

The next afternoon.

Ah! There’s the bell. I’ll put my shoes on later. I want to test his reaction to stocking feet. Different men have differing interests -- fetishes.

“Hello Jacques, come in please. Let me take your coat.”

“Thank you Madame Rogers. Percy has told me that your husband passed away and I want to extend my condolences.”

“Thank you so much Jacques. It was a dreadful and unexpected tragedy and yesterday was my first day back in public. I am so glad that you are able to view and advise me on my art collection. May I get you a sherry before we start?”

“Please, please do Madame.”

“Jacques! My name is Janet… please!” I poured two sherries and handed one to Jacques, standing close enough to him to waft some Chanel towards him. “This way Jacques… please”, I purred as I took his arm and directed him to the library where I have most of my collection.

Jacques was complimentary but somewhat noncommittal towards my modest accumulation of art except for a Degas that I inherited from my mother. He raved over the Degas, it was beautiful and quite valuable.

“Thank you Jacques for spending time with my collection. I really appreciate having an artist give me his opinion but now mon cher Jacques it is time to leave for the MET. We have reservations at the Grand Tier restaurant. We’ll start with dinner and at the first intermission we’ll have dessert and then a brandy at the second. The table will be ours for the evening. I hope you will be pleased.” I purred seductively as I held his arm and guided him back to the foyer.

“Please wait just a moment Jacques while I don my sandals and fetch my fur.”

“Certainly Janet, mon plaisir.”

We passed a pleasant evening at the MET, chatting away about mutual friends, experiences and of course the performance was up to the usual MET high standards. I took Jacques backstage to meet Placido who was singing Radames that night and then we all adjourned to Placido’s restaurant for tapas and champagne. Jacques was impressed at my level of connections at the MET.

“Well Jacques, you’ve had the best of the best that the U.S. can offer you -- the MET and Placido. But now Jacques, I have one more surprise for you. We’ll take a cab back to my apartment.”

“Very kind of you Janet but it is getting rather late and I must return to my hotel. Could we make it another evening?”

“Yesss, Jacques, another evening would be fine. How about tomorrow? I’ll cook dinner for us and we could dance a little and I have a suggestion. Bring one of your paintings that you think would go well in my apartment. I’ll pay you and we’ll enjoy dinner together and have a brandy.” I hoped he would not pass up a sale. I wanted him back in my apartment!

“Alright Janet, tomorrow would be fine and I have just the painting for you. It was not included in the exhibition and I’ll specially price it for you at only $3000. I’m looking forward to dinner Janet. Thank you ever so much.” He smiled and left.

Oh well… if I can have sex with him $3000 should be cheap and I’ll have a painting. Yes! A souvenir of an evening! I can hardly wait!
I’d better call the caterer.

The following evening he arrived carrying a rather large oil already elegantly and tastefully framed. We placed it on the easel in the library for all to admire. I liked it. It was a café scene typical of Paris. Yes, I know there were literally hundreds if not thousands of café scene paintings done by aspiring artists over the years but I liked his approach -- I liked the painting. I bought it happily.

“Jacques, I love it! I do! I’ll write you a check and I’ll show you the rest of my collection. By then dinner should be ready.”

“Janet, I thought that you were going to cook dinner for me.”

“I was Jacques, but by the time I decided on the menu I realized that I needed help…. so I engaged a caterer. We can spend more time together. Come to the salon with me Jacques, we have a dance floor there and after dinner we can dance a little. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
I asked hopefully.

He smiled and replied, “certainly ma chere madame, I would be delighted.”

“I hope that dinner will please you, Jacques, we start with   escargots de Bourgogne in garlic butter, then coq au vin and for dessert some crá¨me brulee. Wine naturally and after dinner some Napoleon Brandy.”

A little later….

“Janet, the meal was superb. Your caterer is first class and the service was also quite good. I enjoyed it so much. You have gone to a great deal of effort to entertain me.”

After dinner we adjourned to the salon to dance. The caterers cleaned up and left, leaving their bill, leaving Jacques and myself all alone -- all alone. I put on some slow dance music.

“Come Jacques, let’s dance”, I said hopefully with an encouraging smile.

After a few turns about the floor he said, “You dance very well Janet, do you take lessons?”

“Yes I do and I was an aspiring ballerina as a teenager but never good enough to dance professionally. But much stays with you and I enjoy dancing and it keeps me in shape. It‘s also a useful social grace.” I hope he noticed my shape.

“Yes, I can tell that it’s very good for you.” He smiled an encouraging smile and I pulled a little closer to him and sort of melted against him allowing him to feel my warmth and smell my perfume.

Oddly as we danced very intimately he maintained control and did not develop an erection, so I held him tighter and started to rub myself against his pelvis and he still maintained control. What the dickens! Am I losing my touch? All I ever had to do with my husband was to look at him and wiggle my hips and he was ready. H’m! The direct approach is next!

“Jacques, you’re a fascinating man and you know Jacques…. I would like to make love with you. H’m?”

“Janet… my dear dear lady! You are fantastic! I would love to make love with you but I have a small problem…. I am gay… sorry. I am really sorry… you are a beautiful woman and extremely desirable but I simply can’t! I’m not even bisexual -- just totally gay!”

Oh Christ! Oh freaking Christ! I’m hot! Hot! Hot! And he’s gay! Oh NO!

“Mon cher Jacques, I am greatly disappointed but I do understand and will certainly not press you to do something that is for you, simply out of the question”, I replied with as much equanimity as I could muster.

We continued to dance and chat and I suggested to Jacques that I see him tomorrow at the Guggenheim with the intention of acquiring a few more of his works. I wanted to appear suave and uninterested in learning of his orientation but mostly I wanted to conceal my irritation at being deprived of some good sex. After he left I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my poor overworked rabbit.

After a few orgasms I called Annette and asked her to come to the city tomorrow to be with me for a few days. I told her to dress for the museum and also we would do a little night clubbing and to bring some appropriate evening wear. She asked me about the opera and Jacques. I said, “I’ll tell you about it sometime” and left it that.

The next morning when she arrived I called Percy at the Guggenheim and suggested lunch and that Annette and I wanted to see more of Jacques’ works. He agreed and the four of us -- Jacques joined the party -- went to the Russian Tea Room. I bought another painting by Jacques -- a scene at the Moulin Rouge. Yesss, I knew about Toulouse-Lautrec but I really couldn’t afford any of his works.

That evening the four of us went night clubbing. I feared that it was a mistake since I certainly wasn’t going to seduce either Percy or Jacques but there might be some floating singles I could eye. Music was good.

“Annette, let’s dance”, I said hoping to attract male attention though risking their misunderstanding of two women together.

Annette looked surprised but stood and we made our way to the floor and danced. As
some new men glanced at us, I smiled back and eventually two came over to break in. We welcomed the interruption, using the interlude to become acquainted and do a little discreet belly rubbing.

The gentleman I danced with was local and a marketing manager for some company or other. He was a good dancer and responded properly to my seduction, giving me his name and phone number, which he had conveniently on a business card in his jacket pocket. I took the card and smilingly put it down my cleavage. “I apologize Chris but I am with friends and staying away any longer would really be impolite. Could we meet again please,
I’ll call you tomorrow and we‘ll discuss time and place. Do you have a friend you might introduce to my friend Annette?”

He pulled me close, smiled and said, “I do have a friend and with the greatest of pleasure Janet, I’ll await your call.” I nodded, we returned to the table and I resumed chatting with Percy and Jacques. Annette seemed to be much engrossed with the fellow with whom she was still dancing.

“Percy, will you dance with me please?” Jacques knew he was being somewhat ignored but….

As we got up to dance, Annette finished with her partner, nodded to me as we passed, and invited Jacques to dance. We passed a few pleasant minutes with idle chatter and returned to our table.

“Annette. Ladies… “, I rose with her to go to the Ladies.

“Ouai Janet, what’s up Jan? Problem?”, she inquired quizzically looking at me.

“No problem, Annette, I just wanted to get a briefing on your dance partner.”

“He’s a very nice fellow, I’d like to see him again. Uhh is that all right Madame?” as she leapt into servant mode.

“Confidentially Annette, I am searching for companionship -- male. I miss my husband and just between us girls, I miss sex.”

“Oh oui… Janet so do I! The man I danced with seemed interested in me. There may be possibilities there. How about yours?”

“Definitely interested, in fact I promised to call for a date. We don’t know these men -- really. Why not suggest to yours to meet also? Chris says he has a friend for you but we could change that. We could make it a double and we’ll have security in numbers. We’ll learn more about them and see if we can trust them. Is it your time of the month Annette? It’s mine, I’d have to do oral -- well -- only for a few more days.”

“Je suis OK”, she replied. “Janet we must return to our party.”

“Lets. When we return home I’ll tell you about Jacques but if you want to have fun, dance with him and see if you can get an erection from him.”

“Ohhh, maintenant je comprend… “.

“Yesss, right… he is… but he’s a good dancer.”

Returning to the table I apologized, “Sorry gentlemen, but my face needed a touch up.”

“Percy, what do you think of Jacques’ potential in the American art market?” as I deftly changed the subject.

Annette jumped in and said, “Jacques, while Percy is educating Janet you may dance with me, please Jacques.”

He didn’t have much choice and they rose to dance.

“Well Janet, he has a great opportunity in the American market. He is already quite popular in Europe and if I were you, I’d buy a few pieces. If you come to the museum tomorrow before the better pieces are reserved I’ll help you select. You should do well and keep the expense under -- well under -- one hundred thousand or so.”
“They can’t be sold from the exhibition but when it is finished the works revert to the artist and at that time you could acquire your selected pieces.”

“I’ll take you up on that and I appreciate your advice. Oh by the way, not that it matters but did you know that he has no ‘interest’ in women?”

“Yes, I knew that, Janet and if I’d known you were curious, I’d have told you. Did I create a problem for you?”

“No Percy, but I was taken aback when he rejected my advance. C’est la vie.”

“Obviously Janet, my dear old friend, you have finished mourning and are now ’dating’ and you just leave Jacques to me -- we have ‘much’ in common.” He smiled knowingly.

Back at my apartment Annette and I discussed the museum trip. “Did you enjoy dancing with Jacques, Annette? He’s a good dancer.”

“Ouai, he is good but as hard as I rubbed him, I couldn’t make him have an erection. He just smiled pleasantly and chatted with me. He is very nice.”

“Percy realizes that he is gay, but then so is Percy. I hope they’re happy together”, I replied. “Annette, lets go out tonight to that nightclub where we met those two fellows. The fellow I danced with may return.”

“OK” she answered with alacrity, ready to romp.

Chapter Two - An Unexpected Surprise

We arrived a little early, took a table , ordered drinks and got up to dance. Dancing with Annette was an eye opener. She danced hot and close -- very erotically. I reciprocated.
We looked at each other, eyes speaking volumes, I breathed deeply, rotated my hips -- we pulled tightly against each other, ground our pelvises against each other -- she put her head on my shoulder.

“Oh my Annette. What are we doing? Are we…. ? Oh my…. Annette”,
I gasped as I thrust my crotch against her firmly and rotated my hips.

“Oh mais oui ma chere maitresse, I think we are… ! Janet! Later! The men are here.
I will have trouble dealing with them while I’m thinking of you -- of us!
Oh my Janet! Oh my my!”

“Annette! We’ll greet the men and later go to the Ladies together. I want to kiss you.”

“Yes Janet, please… I need you… I think… oh my… I don’t know what I think. This is so new.”

A little later, at the Ladies….

Oh my God! What am I thinking? Annette is an employee! Stop! Stop!
A moment of sanity reared its ugly head and I cried out, “Annette! We must stop!
I’ll explain! You are technically an employee. We must stop until we have reached an agreement on our relationship. We’ll discuss it tonight and see our attorney in the
morning back in Greenwich.”

“Janet! Hug me! Kiss me! I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Hold me tight Jan, please. I feel so…. I need you Janet… hug me Janet…. Kiss me! Kiss me again!”

“Oh my darling Annette! What feelings I have… I can’t explain… I only know that I want you. I want to hold you… kiss you… oh… oh my! Annette! We have men expecting us. We must cool down -- compose ourselves -- we’ll wait ‘till we get home. We must control ourselves -- we must!”

When we returned to the table the two men were looking for us. I waved, hoping I didn’t look as though I had just had sex. The evening’s chatter was strained and bizarre since neither Annette nor myself were under complete control. The men were clearly confused. They expected or at least hoped for the possibility of an intimate evening’s end but we put them off with the promise of another date.

We returned to my apartment -- hotly anticipating but trying to look cool and in spite of ourselves we hugged, kissed and ground our pelvises together as though we tried to push through each other. We rushed to my bedroom, ripped our clothes off, I sucked her nipples, kissed her breasts. I spread my legs, she kissed my labia, tongued my clitoris. God what a feeling!

“Annette! The rabbit! I’ll get the rabbit!”

Thank god for the rabbit. What a yowling howling screaming pair we were, taking turns with that delightful little toy. Finally satiated, exhausted we lay together in each others arms.

“Oh god, Annette! Is it love or lust? That was so good!”

“Yes… yesss Janet, my darling Janet, whatever it was it was wonderful. I think I’m in love but I know I’m in lust! Do we really need men Jan?”

“I don’t know about that but I do know that I need to shower. Let’s take a shower together, Annette. I want to douche and smell sweet for you. We’ll wash each other -- it should be such fun and then we’ll make love again, OK?”

“Oh ouai, Janet and we’ll use that lovely body wash and get all clean and sweet. I want to douche also. Jan… do you have a double dildo?”

“No, what’s that?”

“It’s a dildo that fits in you and has a penis extending out for your partner and when you push, it pushes back in you. I hear that it’s gobs of fun for us girls.”

“No Annette, I don’t have one but let’s go on line and see what we can find.
First… shower time! Let’s go!”

Showering was delightful….

“Oh Jan, I love the feeling when I’m soaping your lovely body.”

“I love it too Annette! Soap me around my pussy, sweet girl!’

“That’s enough Janet, I’m starting to shrivel, let’s towel off and get to bed again!”

“Hot little girl… kiss me again!”

“Janet”, she said, looking up at me seriously, “I’d like you to try something for me. I’ve never had it done to me but I’ve been told that it’s great fun, gives an exciting feeling. Will you do it for me, please darling Jan?”

“Oh Annette, what do you want me to do?”

“Janet, anal probing is very exciting, they tell me. I would like you to lube your finger, poke it into me gradually while you’re tickling my clitoris with your tongue. Be gentle -- please.”

“I’ll try Annette”. I got the K-Y lube, lubed my fingers and slowly inserted one finger into her anus as I watched her expression. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, rotated her pelvis. I kissed her. She kissed me back savagely as she ground her pelvis ever more vigorously and quickly.
I moved down her body and tongued her clitoris causing her to cry out.
“Janet! Oh God, Janet that is so good! Janet! Put another finger in me please, quick!”

It took time but Annette came with a series of loud cries as she had her orgasms.

“Oh my God, Janet that was wonderful! My dear sweet woman you really know how to touch a girl -- I loved it! Let me do it for you Janet, I want to caress your breasts and suck your nipples. I‘ll do it while I‘m licking your clit just like you did me. Jan I’m in love! I love you Janet! I’m sure I love you. Do you love me Janet? Do you?”

“Yes Annette, I do love you. Hug me ‘nette -- hug me tight!”

“Janet, I’m ready for you to do my pussy. Do you have anything other than the rabbit?”

“No but lets try the rabbit and I’ll do things while the rabbit works it’s charm on you. I’ll tickle your clit and tongue you while I thrust the rabbit in and out -- in and out -- until you orgasm again.”

A long while later two exhausted but happy women collapsed into bed together.

The next morning we rose after untangling our bodies, did the morning bathroom things and went down for breakfast.

“Well! Well! Well! What do we do for an encore! That was some night!
Annette, we have to have a sisterly discussion. No longer are we as we were.
What do we do?”

“I don’t know Janet, I only know that I love you and I loved what we did together.
But yes -- we must discuss our relationship.”

“Right, I’ll call our family attorney. We have to have an understanding. You can’t work for me. You can live here -- we’ll share the load excepting that which I hire in. I’ll give you some money -- I’m not sure exactly how or how much. I do have a problem. I still want a man! Or men! I loved what we did but I don’t see it excluding a normal relationship with a man -- a man with a c o c k. How about you Annette? Did our lovemaking make you forget men?”

“No Janet, my thirst for a man has diminished somewhat but I’m still desire a normal relationship. I… still… want… a man.”

“Well… you know Annette, we may have stumbled upon the best of all worlds. We can love and entertain each other and still hunt for men. I think a whole new world has just presented itself to us.”

Later my attorney, Chauncey DePew returned my call and Annette and I went to his office for a consultation.

“Chauncey, I want you to meet a dear friend of mine Annette DuChamps.
She was/is my employee, employed as my maid. She is no longer my employee since we became lovers yesterday.”

His jaw dropped in spite of his poker faced training. “Wellll! What may I do?”

“We want an official termination of her employment so there is no hint of employer coercion. She is free to leave my house at any time -- I am free to ask her to leave at any time. Should she leave for whatever reason, she will be given a gift of money for her short term expenses. I am well-to-do and cannot entertain a suit for any reason. We want you to draw up an appropriate document which we will both sign and you will keep.
Any questions?”

He thought a while, finally responding with a shrug and said, “Are you planning to marry one another? There are many men who would love to court and marry you, I know.”

“Doubtful Chauncey. We are both heterosexual and want men. Evidently without visiting a shrink, we have found ourselves somewhat bisexual. We had a joyous affair but still long for normal relationships. We will probably hunt as a team. We are both attractive and desirable. We’re ready to hunt! When can you have a document ready?”

“A few days, my secretary will call you. Do you have a sum in mind in case of separation?”

“Ohhh, let’s say five thousand.”

We returned home to discuss our mutual needs, fell into bed, satisfied immediate pressures and slept for a while. We then dressed for dinner, trying to decide where to eat for maximum exposure to the upscale male population.

Chapter Three - A Hunting We Will Go

“Annette, I think we should go into the city for dinner and dancing. We’ll stay at my apartment. There are many places where we can dine and dance. That’ll give us exposure to men. If that doesn’t work, we’ll try a ballroom. You dance very well.”

“Of course but maybe we should just dine at home, uhh, your apartment and then go to a bar where one can dance.”

“Good idea but I do know of suitable places where we can do all three and best of all, I’ve been to some and I’ve seen the scene. Not only that, many of the patrons are traveling men and some are fairly high level diplomats and executives. We might make out. But one thing we must remember and that is to not -- absolutely not -- get separated. If we go to a hotel we go together even if it is only one of us who has an arrangement with a man -- or woman????”

“Not for me Janet, I want only you. After last night it’s only you. But I agree, a hotel, we can’t take new men home.”

“OK Annette, let’s dress and have at it!”

Later that afternoon, having arrived at the city apartment…

We took a cab down to the theatre district to a restaurant I knew, entered, took a table and ordered, giving the waiters an eyeful with our well displayed cleavage and from time to time, a lot of leg. We were eyed by numerous men, most of whom had women with them. However there were a few who appeared to be available. When the music started Annette and I got up to dance. The music was low and slow and we danced intimately, possibly too much so.

“Annette, I’m afraid that we may be dancing too suggestively for some men. That is, they may think that we are ‘girl friends’.”

“Oh, you mean lesbians?”

“Yeah, let’s dance a little farther apart.”

“OK Jan, then we’ll go to the table but if any of them look our way, smile.”

“Right!”

“Janet, do you recall the men we met the other night? Perhaps we should call them and ask to meet.”

“Good idea Annette, if nothing happens in the next half hour, we’ll try those fellows.”

The music stopped and we returned to our table. A gentleman walked over and introduced himself.

“Ladies, I’m Paul Wilson, I work downtown, could I buy you a drink and may I ask for a dance? My card.”

“How do you do, Paul, I’m Janet and this is Annette. Yes to both. Order please and then we’ll dance. While you’re ordering, Annette and I will decide who dances first, OK?”

“Lovely!”, he chuckled, “What may I order?”

“Just tell the bartender two more champagne cocktails.”

While he walked to the bar to order….. “What do you think Annette?”

“Well, handsome, not quite middle age, well dressed, evidently has some wherewithal. Let’s see how he dances and lets pump him for his life history.
He might be a little old for me but he is rather good looking. Let me dance first. We can bet on who makes him tumesce fastest.”

“Annette, you are evil -- I love it!”

“Ladies, two champagne cocktails. I had the bartender transfer your tab to mine. Now, which one of you charming females may I dance with first?”

“Paul, after much discussion and some hair pulling and arm wrestling we have agreed that Annette will dance with you first and then I”, as I smiled my most gracious smile showing my perfect teeth and my luscious red lips.

They left to dance while I sipped my drink and watched them. They closed, clutched, Annette thrust herself against him, kissed his neck and in a few minutes signaled me that she had succeeded in bringing him to erection. They continued to dance, Annette withdrawing from him to permit his erection to subside. The music stopped, they returned to the table and took their seats.

“Paul, tell us about yourself. Are you local, a New Yorker?”

“Yes, I’m a personnel manager for a Wall Street firm and at the risk of being up front I’m divorced and quite frankly looking for feminine companionship. And you ladies? Tell me about yourselves.”

“I am a widow, Annette is my friend and we are both single. How long have you been divorced, Paul? May we ask what happened?”

“I’ve been divorced for six months, separated before that for a year and no, please don’t ask. It’s personal and painful. May we dance now Janet?”

“Let’s Paul, tell me more about yourself. Have you been dating long? I was widowed some months ago and I’m just returning to life.”

“I’ve been dating since a few months after my wife left me. That would be about a year now that I’ve been out and frankly it’s no fun trying to date. We men always have that fear of rejection as we approach a lady intending to ask for a dance or a dinner or a date. I have the impression that it’s much easier for a woman.”

“Possibly Paul, I really don’t know. My experience is limited. My husband and I met while in college, dated, married and never needed to date anyone outside our marriage. We were fortunate I suppose in never needing any outside ‘entertainment’ or distraction. We had a perfect marriage”, I choked slightly, remembering my lost darling.

“I’m sorry Janet, if I’ve touched a nerve. My reactions to my wife’s leaving were more anger than sadness. What I’ll tell you is private. She left me for another man. I thought we were happy but she met someone in her office, fell in love and left me. I was devastated.”

“Oh Paul! I’m so sorry”, I said as I held him more tightly. We continued to dance, silently, each to his own thoughts. I started to speculate about a relationship with him, wondering if he could be suitable, faithful and yes -- one must be prudent -- if he were free of any medical problems. How would one broach that most sensitive area?

The band stopped playing, announcing a break time. We returned to our table. Annette had met a young man who was busy chatting her up. He was a cute fellow, somewhere in his thirties, I guessed.

“Annette, Paul and I have just had a lovely dance together. Introduce us please to your friend.” I raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“Jan, Paul, this is Charles, he’s a banker, works for a branch of Credit Suisse and his name is pronounced ‘Sharle’ and no, he is not French, he is Swiss, from Geneva.”

“Enchanté Charles, un plaisir de faire votre connaissance. Gentlemen, please excuse us while we take advantage of the band‘s break to visit the ladies room for a touchup.” As I rose to leave signaling Annette to follow.

In the Ladies we freshened our lipstick and discussed the men -- of course.

“Bien Janet, not to put too fine a point on it, I would like to screw! Mais! Est-il propre?
I’d hate to suck him off through a condom -- it would be distasteful and equally so would I fear screwing without a condom. What do you think?”

“Ditto. I like Paul. Either one or both could suit our purposes. Even if they are both clean, they might catch something from someone else during the time when we are involved with them. We would have to assure their loyalty. We would also want to broach the subject of medical testing before a full blown affair. Possibly we could get them interested enough to be able to persuade them to undergo medical verification. I think they are interested in us but not enough yet for that level of agreement. Let’s try to hold off until we’re sure they are hooked, then spring the medical aspect on them and see what they say.
Let’s try for a few dates to know them better but to be on the safe side we’ll always carry condoms in case we get carried away. When we arrive home we can indulge ourselves. Oh yes, we must buy some more sex toys. We’ll try forty second street in case there’s still a sex shop open.”

“What should we buy Janet? I like the idea of a double dildo and perhaps a strap-on and maybe some fetish clothing.”

“Oh yeah, let’s return to the boys before they decide to leave us.”

“Fat chance, Jan, Charles got an erection within two minutes of our dancing. He’ll wait!”

The men were indeed still waiting -- as expected.

“Gentlemen! We’re back! Paul… let’s dance!”

“Janet, I love dancing close with you but I must ask if you’re teasing me or are you interested in something further?”

“Paul, I told you that my husband passed away. He and I used to dance very intimately and I guess I just did what I used to do. However I would like to see you again. Suppose I stop by your office tomorrow at noon for lunch?” I replied, avoiding a direct answer.

“Please. I gave you my card. The address and phone number are there.
When you arrive have reception escort you to my office. I’ll have them informed. I’ll make reservations at Delmonico’s for two at 12:30. Don’t be late!” He smiled broadly, anticipating….

“Certainly Paul, noon… I’m looking forward to it.” I pressed against him as we continued to dance. As he became tumescent, I looked up at him and smiled, winked, thrust against him. He inhaled sharply then slowly moved my right arm down and behind me in a controlling mode, pulling me tightly to him. I gasped slightly, turned my face up to him and we kissed. First a mere brushing of our lips then a forceful deep kiss, tongues twirling, exploring our mouths. “Oh Paul, tomorrow! I’ll count the hours!”

We composed ourselves and returned to the table. Annette and Charles were still dancing.
“Janet, could we have a night out together sometime? Ballet, Broadway, Opera or perhaps just a movie?”, he asked, optimism in his voice.

“I’d like that Paul, may I suggest a foursome? Annette and I have similar tastes. Let’s ask Charles of his preferences.”

“Well Janet, I was really hoping for a date for the two of us”, his face slightly downcast.

“Oh Paul, there’s lots of time for a quiet tete a tete, a personal evening. I’d like to get to know you better…. before we engage in an intimate eve, as would Annette. Perhaps you would like to date Annette also. You could ask her”, said I with a smile.

“Now Janet, that’s very interesting. It isn’t often that a woman tries to divert an interested man over to another woman, especially a very young, very attractive lady. H‘mm, perhaps you find me uninteresting?”

“H’mm, Paul, good point but Annette and I are very close and I think Charles is very cute and sexy and I might ask him for a date. We could make it a foursome and simply switch allegiances for the evening… and after all, we’ve just met and we don’t know each other… really… and none of us seems to have ‘staked out a claim’ as it were, on anyone. H’mmm
Paul?” I evaded answering his concern.

“I surrender! We’ll take it slow but I want you to know up front that I find you interesting, no, fascinating, and I want to know you better -- much better. Quite frankly, for a divorced man of my age -- approaching fifty -- Annette I judge to be in her twenties is too young to be interested in me and you are somewhat older and you are definitely more mature and I am damned well interested in you and only you”, he stated with a firm finality.

“Thank you Paul, it’s refreshing to be candid and I do find you to be very pleasant and as I said, I want to know you better before I engage in intimate relations. We do have some minor obstacles to overcome. I’m sure that you want to become better acquainted with me and -- I hesitate to mention it -- but there are health issues. Annette and I feel that we are… clean… but we certainly don’t know about you and Charles. I feel that the four of us -- sometime in the near future -- should have some blood work done to satisfy our mutual concerns. Realistically, Paul, how do you know that I am not a hooker?”

“Wellll now… Janet… I do understand your position. I don’t know Charles and obviously can’t vouch for him but I assure that I have not had relations since my divorce.”

“Then there would no trepidation on your part to drawing blood for verification, would there, Paul?”

“Of course not. I am somewhat off put by the suggestion but I understand and if it is mutual I will willingly comply.”

“Good! You and I together can visit my doctor, have blood drawn and if possible, include Annette and Charles. I will brief Annette and she can speak with Charles. Possibly we’ll all go together. Important though is the agreement that these results will be available to all of us. Agreed?”

“Fine with me. Let’s see what the others want to do.”

Annette and Charles returned to the table and I nodded to Annette indicating the Ladies.
We stood but Paul interjected, “Ladies, you just recently returned from a ladies room conference. Let Charles and myself take our turn.” He laughed while Charles looked on puzzled.

When they returned, faces smiling, it was evident that an accord had been reached regarding blood testing. I had briefed Annette and she was quite willing to be tested.
We agreed that this was only the first step. The next step was to secure their total commitment and/or acquiescence to us only and only us -- if indeed they were the ones --
the ones to be ours as long as we wanted them. With this agreement behind us we all resumed dancing and drinking and chatting. The dancing became more explicit and the chatting more erotic and suggestive. Clearly both men were excited about the possibility -- no likelihood -- of sex with the two ladies they had already found most exciting, not to mention beautiful and evidently willing. The evening’s end approached and the men suggested taking us home. We declined, the doorman flagged a cab, we hugged the men goodnight and returned to my apartment.

“Annette, do you have a date with Charles? I’m meeting Paul at Delmonico’s for lunch and then I think I’ll go up to forty second street and see about buying some sex toys.”

“No date yet Jan, just an agreement to lunch next week. Janet, suppose you ring me when you finish lunch and I’ll meet you at forty second and eighth and we’ll shop together.”

“OK, will do.”

At Delmonico’s with Paul the next day…

“I liked your office staff, Paul, they were very nice to me, escorted me personally up to your office -- nice office, Paul.”

“I’m glad they were nice -- they should be -- I told them I met an extremely nice lady and was taking her to lunch. They like me and were most sympathetic when my wife deserted me. But… that’s past -- let’s let the past remain in the past. I may be rushing things but I hope in you I may be seeing my future.”

“Oh Paul, that’s so sweet but too too soon Paul, we hardly know each other. I would like to date you though. Tell me what you like -- what you are like. Do you have any children?”

“I have two, one of each, both adults, both in college. They live with me when not in school which by the way, somewhat inhibits my social life.”

“You mean you can’t take a date home whenever you wish.”

“Yes, basically, but realistically I have been dating occasionally since she left me and now and then the house has been available but not too often and, to be candid, since I’ve been single for some time I’m not that experienced in attaining intimacy.”

“Paul, I misunderstood something you said. I thought you had not dated since she left.”

“Perhaps I misspoke, I have not had intimacy, that is, sex, since she left. I have had a few casual dates -- lunch -- that sort of thing.”

“I see, I think I did misunderstand, Paul, if we reach that level of familiarity, we will find intimacy even if we have to take a cruise ship somewhere.” I laughed. “Well Paul… when shall we meet again?”

“Would tomorrow be too soon?” he asked hopefully.

“Not at all. But…. Annette and I are very close. We like the idea of double dating until we know the men better. We’ve just started dating as you know and we’re unsure of ourselves and leery of becoming involved in a bad situation. We simply want some time. I‘ll see you tomorrow but don‘t be surprised if we become a foursome.”

“Wonderful! How about the ballet if I can get tickets? If not, then perhaps a Broadway show?”

“Good, touch base with me and I’ll update with respect to Annette.”

“Now I’ll walk you to your office Paul, then I have to see Annette uptown. Stay in touch. If tomorrow won’t work, try another day and let me know.”

The walk was short and pleasant as we chatted about everything and nothing. We kissed goodbye in front of his building and I headed uptown to buy some erotic toys.

The cab dropped me at forty second and eighth and there was Annette waiting on the corner.

“Annette! Were you waiting long?”

“Just a few minutes, Jan but I’ve already found a good store with the most awesome toys for sale. Come with me -- I’ll show you -- I’ve already picked some things out.”

I followed her into a sex shop, populated mostly by men. I wished I’d had a veil but I did have my dark glasses -- I really didn’t want to be recognized even though some of the men were respectable looking. She pointed out a toy called a double dildo. It was clearly designed for two women. One end inserted into one partner and strapped onto her with several straps. The other end again clearly designed for her partner such that when the wearer pushed, the dildo pushed into herself giving both partners a good screwing.

“Oh Annette, grab it! What else looks good?”

“Here are a couple of rabbits even larger than yours and here, this is a vibrator shaped to locate and titillate our ‘G’ spots and if we want to go walking, we could wear these dildo panties. Some have one dildo and others have two. Oh Jan honey, I can just imagine our walking in Central park with every step a delicious sensation!” she giggled at the thought.

“Oh Annette! Oh my God Annette! What fun we’ll have! Oh! And look! They have restraint devices. Oh my! That brings up such thoughts -- restraining our men? Oooo!
Would they submit to that? But Annette, if a man were somehow prevented from having sex except with us he could be ours alone. But we might have to prevent him somehow! H’mmm, look! This gadget is a chastity cage. When worn, a man can’t have intercourse or even get an erection. Wow! Keep this in mind Annette!”

“Ladies”, interrupted a salesperson, “may I be of help?”

“Yesss, I think soooo”, I replied slowly, formulating questions in my mind.
“This cage. When locked on can it be removed without the key? When worn, does it show?”

“The cage may be cut off albeit with difficulty and showing is a function of the clothing.
If you wish I will demonstrate.”

“Please do. This should be interesting.”

“I’ll return in a few minutes ladies, it goes on quickly. Confidentially my girlfriend makes me wear one to keep me honest.”

“Janet, I’ll be damned!!” Said Annette with wonder in her eyes.

He returned shortly, showing us that his cage was not noticeable at all.
We were impressed and stood there thinking about the ramifications of what we were seeing.

“Tell me about this… situation… how did it come about? Did she force you?”

“Not really”, he replied, “But she made it clear that she wanted me exclusively and although she said she trusted me she knew that I was and had been very popular with the ladies and would feel at ease if she knew that I was wearing the chastity cage. And ya know, in some perverse way that I can hardly explain, I like wearing the damn thing and I do like pleasing her. Each time I feel it, I am reminded of our relationship. I don‘t feel it a punishment, rather a pleasure. It’s such fun when she lovingly removes it and strokes me to an erection.”

“Why weren’t you wearing it today when we came in to the store?”

“Well..”, he said embarrassed, “we were ah… making love and I was late for work and I had to rush and forgot.”

“That’s very insightful. Our men might fall right into line as has this man. And if they don’t, we might try handcuffs, pull their legs apart and put it on, locking it securely“.

“Hmmm.. Might work.. We’ll see. If we add sex, they might not complain”, she added.

“Yes Annette, these could do the job,” I laughed, and added, “We’ll think about it -- at least one for each man in different colors and some handcuffs perhaps.”

“Oh Janet! We are going to have such fun!”

We collected our purchases and the young salesman checked us out. I paid cash -- naturally.

“C’mon, Annette, let’s grab a cab and hurry home. I’m getting hot!”

We reached my apartment in a state of increasing passion, both of us ready to romp.
Boy did we romp! We boiled that double dildo, making it clean and warm to the touch.
We lubed it and carefully inserted it deep into Annette’s vagina, strapped it tightly to her.
I lay down on my back, spread my legs and Annette slowly, lovingly pushed the other end into me. She looked into my eyes, smiled, kissed me and started to thrust -- slowly at first, then with increasing speed until I screamed with my first orgasm. She had already been through three and was working toward her fourth. She finally collapsed on my chest breathing heavily from exertion. We kissed. Passionately. I caressed her breasts, she, mine.

As she withdrew she gasped, “Oh my God, Janet, that was incredible. Suck my nipples darling Janet. Here I’ll hold my breasts for you.”
“Mmmm, that’s so good Jan, let me do yours now.”

“Annette. I have an idea. Let’s put on those dildo panties and take a walk as you suggested.
It should be really exciting and then we’ll resume when we return. We‘ll walk across Fifth Avenue, go into the Park, find an ice cream vendor and suck on a couple of popsicles and think about each other as we suck. We can sit on a bench and wriggle around exciting ourselves with our dildos.”

“Janet, oh Janet that makes me so hot. Let’s do it! Let’s walk and hold hands like lovers -- that’s what we are -- now… I love you Janet, I‘m sure I really do love you. Kiss me…
Please kiss me Janet… Please!”

We kissed and rubbed against each other. I broke the clinch. “Annette! If we don’t go out now, we’ll end up in bed again. Let’s put the dildos on. We’ll help each other don them.
Sit down darling, lift your feet.”

I slid the panties up to her crotch, hesitated, lubed the phallus, pushed her legs apart and slid the phallus into her vagina as she gasped and rotated her hips. With the dildo seated way up into her I pulled the latex panties up around her waist.

“I just had an evil thought, Annette. Suppose when we go out we tease the men by wearing these panties -- and -- over the panties we lock female chastity belts.”

“Oh cute!!! We should carry the keys, though, shouldn’t we?”

“Of course!”

“It’s something to think about, but let’s take our walk. While we’re walking, if one of us is about to orgasm, we’ll squeeze the other’s hand. What sharing that’ll be!!”

“OK Annette, deal! Let’s go.”

We walked across Fifth, into the park, bought hot dogs, sat on a bench, and teased each other by sucking and chewing the wieners, laughing, licking our lips, screwing each other with our eyes. I… was… in… love! I wanted to cuddle, kiss and screw that girl. I wanted her so badly.

“Janet, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I’m thinking I’m in love and I want to return home quickly because what I want to do can’t be done here on the park bench.”

We finished our snack, returned to my apartment and fell into bed without undressing. Those dildo panties were worth their weight in gold. We ground our pelvises together, kissed passionately, stripped my panties off and I threw my legs apart, inviting Annette to perform her wonders on my pussy. I pulled her head, smashing it against my labia, inviting her tongue into my vagina. I squeezed my legs, imprisoning her head by my thighs and exulting in the passion of the moment. I orgasm’d. The release was a crescendo of feeling -- I cried and shook uncontrollably.

“Janet!! The double dildo! You wear it this time, I want to be screwed -- badly. Janet darling, my dearest Janet are we ever going to be satisfied with men again? Those hairy sweating creatures -- those fellows who come once then roll over and go to sleep. Will they ever please us again?”

“Oh God Annette, I hope so.” I laughed. “Annette, maybe we can persuade them to depilate. Or, maybe we can find an Asian man already hairless. Are they really hairless or is that just another myth?”

I lubed and inserted the dildo, strapped it on securely and asked Annette what position she wanted first.

“Doggy style, Janet. I want you to make love to me while you hold my breasts. Jan… you know what would be so erotic? You binding me to a cross, spreading my legs and then raping me. That would be so…. erotic. I think I would come while you’re binding me. The thought is so powerful. Screw me now Jan -- screw me please -- hard Jan -- harder!! Harder!!”

“Oh Annette we are so fortunate. We have found a healthful and tender way to express our love. We are having such fun!”

“Janet, do you ever think about screwing a man? This double dildo would do that quite well. Some men would like it, I suspect most would not, but for us would it -- could it -- be part of our control over the man?”

“Maybe, but once we’re done, he’s back to normal. And remember, part of our desire is to assure that he would be faithful to us -- you or me. I like the idea of the chastity cage that we saw demonstrated in the sex shop. Let’s talk to that young man again and buy a cage or two.”

Chapter Four - Chris

I called Chris and suggested dinner and movie and asked if he had a suitable date for Annette. Subsequently he returned my call and we arranged to meet a few days on.

We met at O’Neals near Lincoln Center, had dinner then attended a movie down Broadway.
Chris and I held hands. Annette’s date, Joel was a colleague of Chris and seemed to be an amiable fellow in his thirties. Annette seemed to like him. Chris, I found was quite nice with a background in law. He was not a practicing lawyer but was hired because of his legal background. After the movie we adjourned to a club where we could dance and drink. This gave us an opportunity to become more intimate and to determine whether these fellows had potential for sex. Neither Annette nor myself was yet ready for a permanent arrangement.

Happily enough both men danced closely and intimately, thus producing erections almost on demand. This boded well. We exchanged partners and experienced the same. Things were looking up. Conversation went well, the men seemed to be nice intelligent guys and were showing distinct signs of being interested in us beyond simple erections while dancing. It was time to talk.

“Annette! Ladies!” I announced and we trotted off to the ladies room to hold a council of war. “What do you think, Hon? OK? I like mine. He seems decent but certainly interested. After all we are a hot looking pair.”

“He’s OK Jan, as best I can determine but it takes time to really know a person. I’d like another date with him before sex though.”

“Definitely ‘nette. It’s late, let’s call it a night, make another date then home.”

“Gentlemen, we’ve enjoyed the evening but it’s late and time to leave. We’d like to see you both again. Could we make another date before we get a cab?”

“Absolutely”, said Chris, smiling broadly.

“With pleasure”, added Joel, “When? Tomorrow?”

“Nooo, I was thinking of attending a play at the Vivian Beaumont next week. If I can get tickets for Wednesday, would that be suitable for you fellows?”

They both nodded affirmatively.

“OK guys, pencil us in for Wednesday. I’ll call with details when I get tickets and if I can’t let’s still keep that day for dinner, OK?”

I secured tickets, informed the men, suggested a snack before the play and drinks later. They were of course thrilled.

We met at O’Neals as planned exchanged hugs and kisses, kissing becoming more passionate than before. Snacks were good, conversation lively. The play was good. This time I stroked Chris’ thigh and he mine. We glanced at each other with unspoken lust. I licked my lips, he squeezed my leg, I ran my hand up to his crotch, my little finger touching his…
After the play we returned to O’Neals for a salad and champagne. I held his arm tightly.
Annette seemed equally in tune with Joel so at a suitable moment I announced the ubiquitous journey to the Ladies.

“Annette! Ladies!”

A few minutes later at the ladies room I said,
“Annette, I’m hot! I’m ready for sex. How about you?”

“Yes Jan, how do we arrange it?”

“I’ve been planning for this eventuality. I’ve reserved a suite at a nearby hotel. We’ll have two bedrooms and a sitting room. I brought condoms -- you? Also I’ve prepared letters to mail to our attorney for safety. What do you think? Shall we?”

“Oh yes Janet, I’m ready -- been ready -- I like Joel. Let‘s go break the news to them.”

“Boys, Annette and I propose that the four of us go to a hotel where I have reserved a suite.
Are you interested? Don’t all answer at once.”

There was no disagreement and we walked down Broadway a few blocks to the hotel I had selected, entered and went straight to our suite.

“Joel, you and Annette take that room, Chris and I will take this one and let’s return to the sitting room in an hour or so for a rest and drinks, OK? Each room has its own bath. Enjoy!”

“Chris, come here and kiss me. I want you. I want you in me Chris. Help me undress please. I’ll help you too.”

He unzipped my dress and I let it fall to the floor, stepped over it, turned and kissed him again. I took my cami off showing my half bra with my nipples peeping over the edge. He gasped, smiled, bent down and kissed each breast and suckled each nipple.

“Chris, roll down my stockings please.”

“I’d rather you keep your stockings and heels on if you don’t mind”, he responded softly.

I smiled, nodded, said, “pick me up Chris and put me on the bed. Pull my panties down first please.”

He placed me gently on the bed and finished undressing himself. He got into bed with me and prepared to make love. I stopped him, asked him to put on a condom which he did. I lubed it for him, spread my legs and guided his lovely tool into my vagina. I was so happy. He was the first since my husband died and he was gentle yet virile and had much stamina, allowing me many orgasms before he climaxed.

“Oh my God Chris, you were fantastic! I loved every moment. I want to change positions after you have recovered. I want to impale myself on your penis and rotate myself and squirm and rummage around until I’ve come again. I don’t want you to come though, I want you for more. I want you to take me doggie fashion. I know! That chair over there should be just the right height. You bend me over the back and enter me from behind and hold my arms so you can thrust into me powerfully. Oh Chris, I’m so happy!”

“Janet, I’ve never met anyone like you. You are so wonderful -- so exciting -- so beautiful.”

“C’mon Chris, let’s rest awhile, meet the others, chat, drink. I’ll put on my satin robe and my mules. Here’s a robe for you. Ha! Yes, we came prepared.”

“I love it Janet. I’m impressed. But suppose Joel and I weren’t interested or able to join you tonight?”

“It’s only money Chris, and Annette and I wanted to be prepared in case we wanted to go farther. And yes, we both wanted to.”

We encountered Annette and Joel in the sitting room, both looking quite satisfied.

“Welll Annette, does he measure up to your expectations?”, I laughed

“Oh yes, Jan, indeed, and measure is the right term to describe him -- large measure. He is extremely well endowed and he uses it to perfection. You must try him Jan -- if he‘ll let you.”

“Well Joellll? Am I next?”

“Janet”, said Chris, “I’m not really into swapping. To me sex is a private and emotional experience. Something to be enjoyed with someone you care for, not just a casual affair.”

“I like your attitude, Chris. Would that mean that if we see each other that we would be exclusive and not have other lovers?”

“Yes.”

“But Chris, you are very desirable. How could I be sure that you would not fall for some lady and even without intent, be unfaithful to me? I do understand men to some extent you know.”

“You would have my word.”

“That’s reassuring Chris but with STD and HIV so prevalent, one can’t be too careful.
I think that if we are to continue this relationship we should have blood tests. After all, Annette and I have both had previous experiences -- we’re not virgins you know.”

“No problem, Janet, name the time and place!”

“How about you Joel, and Annette. Are you interested in continuing this relationship and are you willing to take blood tests?”

“I am”, replied Joel with alacrity, glancing at Annette for confirmation. Annette nodded affirmatively and kissed Joel passionately while stroking his penis which by now was reviving.

***************

The blood tests were of course all negative and the fellows thought that they were home free. We arranged dates for a movie and dinner and I reserved the same hotel suite for our after movie activity.

“Annette, how many times will be necessary to completely hook them so we can spring the cage idea?”

“I don’t know Jan but I think Joel is well committed to me exclusively. How about Chris?”

“Same I believe, but I really would like to try Joel. Would you mind? Do you think he would accept and be quiet? I don’t want to cause a problem with Chris who seems rather proprietary.”

“Welll, maybe later on after the guys are totally hooked -- and caged.”

Dinner was good, movie was acceptable, sex was wonderful.

“Ladies”, Chris announced during the afterglow, “The hotel is nice but costly. I propose that we try my apartment down in the Village. It has two bedrooms so we can have privacy. It is rather odd, though that you won’t tell us where you live.”

“We want to get to know you better, that’s all”, I smiled, “Annette and I live together. We are friends and we don’t want to take men home until we know them better.”

“Fair enough”, said Joel. “Good idea, my apartment also has two bedrooms but to share expenses I have roommate -- a man.”

***************

Weeks followed. Annette and I started to tighten the noose by declining dates with Chris and Joel, making them nervous and apprehensive, wondering whether we had lost interest in them. We decided to propose the cage to them, one at a time, Chris first.

“Janet darling, we haven’t been together for days now, is there a problem?”, he asked with a worried and tremulous sound in his voice. “You haven’t called lately.”

“Chris, Annette and I will see you at the hotel suite Thursday. You alone. We need to talk.”

“That should put him in a worried frame of mind, ‘Nette. He seemed more worried than Joel so he might accept more readily. We’ll see!”

Thursday Chris arrived with candy and flowers -- clearly concerned.

“Sit down Chris. Annette and I have something important to discuss with you and later with Joel. May I get you a sherry Chris?”

I served sherries to the three of us and prepared to speak.

“Ha H’m”, I cleared my throat, “Chris. Annette and I would like you and Joel to be for the foreseeable future our exclusive partners and friends. The problem we face is that of reliability. We want to be absolutely sure that you and Joel are faithful to us and to us alone. I know that you both will assure us that you will be faithful be we understand the frailties of human nature and we want to be sure of you both. We have selected a method by which we can be positive that you have not strayed from your commitment. We have a device called a chastity cage which you will wear when you are not with us. It will be locked on, we will have the keys and remove it when you are with us. We will ask the same from Joel. Before you answer, think about it for a while.”

“I love you Janet and have started to think of marriage but this idea is, frankly, demeaning and unreasonable. I don’t see how I could possibly accept this proposal. Think about it Janet. Would you or Annette want to wear the female version of a chastity belt to assure us of your fidelity?”

“Good question Chris, but before we go further, come with me to the bedroom and try it on. I don’t think you’ll find it onerous and it will make me so happy, knowing that you are safely mine and mine alone. At least let me help you try it.”

“Well, alright”, he reluctantly agreed, looking askance at the cage in my hand.

I smiled, took his hand and we entered the bedroom and he stripped off his clothes. I hugged and kissed him and rubbed his penis letting him know I was interested. I had to get the cage on him before he became erect. I lovingly attached the cage to his genitals and locked it with the secure lock provided.

“That’s just fine, Chris, now put on your clothes and we’ll see how well it’s concealed.
I smiled and put the key on a chain around my neck. There darling, now you‘re all mine. I‘m so thrilled.”

I pulled myself tightly against him, hugging and kissing him, lips locked, tongues twirling.
I wanted him to believe that the cage was for his benefit.
We returned to the sitting room and asked Annette for her opinion. Naturally she thought everything looked fine -- the cage was concealed with normal clothing.

“Chris, please wear it for a day or two to get used to it. If you can’t tolerate it we’ll remove it.”

Annette added, “Chris, I think that it’s a great idea and it doesn’t even show.”

Chris was not convinced. “How do I live with this damn thing? How do I go to the toilet?”

“No problem Chris, sit like we girls. And be sure to clean it while you’re showering and of course when you’re with us it will be off.”

“Chris, I need some sex now, I’m going to remove the cage so we can make love and when we’re finished you can put it back on, lock it and hand me the key.”

“Annette, while Chris and I are entertaining ourselves in bed, why don’t you call Joel and see if he can join us?”

“You won’t tell Joel about this cage, will you Janet?”

“It’s our secret Chris -- well ours and Annette’s.”

I spent the next hour convincing Chris that I was all he wanted -- me and me alone. We screwed and screwed some more. I hoped we didn’t make too much noise. Annette knocked on the door, indicating that Joel had arrived. We dressed and I went to join Annette and Joel, leaving Chris in the bedroom. We presented Joel with the same story with a similar result except that Joel seemed to love the idea and willingly aided Annette in applying the cage. He dressed and presented himself for my approval. I agreed that it did not show.

Annette took him back into the bedroom for his reward. He dutifully handed her the key.

“Well boys! It’s been fun! Can we meet at Chris’ apartment Sunday for some lovin’?”

They both agreed and left.

“OK Annette, now we can howl, we’ve two guys locked up for our exclusive use and we have Paul and Charles waiting for our call.”

Annette and fell into each others’ arms and then into bed where we enjoyed our lesbian love.
In the morning we left, returned to Greenwich and resumed our love making.

‘Nette, lets torture Chris and Joel. We’ll call them Saturday night and tell then we can’t meet Sunday but we’ll try for Thursday. And then Thursday we’ll call and suggest Sunday. That date we should keep.”

“OK Janet”, she agreed with some trepidation, “but I’m afraid that we may overdo it. They can cut off the cages if they wish and we may never see them again.”

“True”, I agreed, “We must be careful.”

Saturday night arrived and I called Chris to postpone our date. He was disappointed but agreed to the delay. Annette called Joel who received the news very badly and insisted on an immediate meeting to remove the chastity. She agreed and invited Joel to our apartment.
He arrived and was pleasantly surprised at our very comfortable lodgings.

“Annette, I’m sorry, but I want this thing removed. I like you -- very much -- but this is an intolerable imposition. If you can’t trust me we’ll simply have to part company. So… take it off -- now.”

“I’m so sorry Joel. Certainly it comes off.”

She removed the chastity and saw Joel to the door, kissing him with passion, reluctantly closing the door behind him.

“Now what, Janet? I liked Joel and he’s gone -- probably for good.”

“We still have Chris -- so far.”

“You have Chris. I don’t want him. I don’t want to share him. Right now I don’t want to think about it or talk about it”, she added rather dispiritedly.

A few days later Chris arrived for our date and asked about Joel. We told him that Joel
wasn’t joining us and that we would be alone.

“Joel called and briefed me on what happened. You are an adorable lady, Janet but I concur with Joel’s assessment of this chastity thing and I also want mine off. Whether we date or not is up to you.”

I could see that this relationship was going nowhere. I gave Chris the key, sent him to the bathroom and waited for him to return.. Annette and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said, “Now what?”

“I don’t know, Annette, if we date, fine but if we are intimate, we are not protected and we’ll have no way of knowing what they have been doing with whom. If they lived with us and we had sex regularly we would increase our margin of safety. I’m very uneasy about suggesting they live with us -- we really don’t know them well enough.”

“I’m not happy, Jan, I think we’ve lost two good men. Any idea how to get them back?”

“I don’t know. We can call, apologize and hope. I understand their reluctance. Chris asked me how I would feel about wearing the female version of a chastity belt.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing really, it was a rhetorical question but it was a fair rejoinder.”

“Well, let’s put it to them… if we can get them together.”

“Let’s do!”

A call for help???

“Chris darling”, I said with syrup and love and passion in my voice, “Annette and I want to see you and Joel. There’s a new show on Broadway we’d like to see and we’re hoping you and Joel will join us… no chastity cage Chris.”

“When?”

“Next Wednesday, can you make it?”

“Yes, I’ll check with Joel, I assume Annette is on board?”

“Of course, we discussed the chastity situation and decided we were way off base and we want to humbly apologize.”

“I’ll tell Joel… no… it would be better if you or Annette call him. He was pretty well disgusted… no… if you’ll excuse me… pissed off royally. I’m afraid that if I call him, there’ll be a refusal. Best I think if Annette calls him.”

“I’ll tell her. But Chris, if he refuses could you still attend with me and possibly Annette? We don’t want the tickets wasted.”

The Broadway Show

“We’re so glad you’ve decided to join us, fellows. Don’t look so wary, we’re not going to abduct you. We do apologize and later we’ll make it up to you. You do know what that means, don’t you?”

“I hope so”, Chris replied smilingly. Joel just arched his eyebrows and grinned.

“I rented the hotel suite, fellows, I trust that’s satisfactory?”

“Ohhhh yesss“, they replied in unison, “But drinks first OK?”

The show was good, I think. I spent most of the time stroking Chris’ leg and dreaming about the fun to come. I glanced over at Annette once and saw that she was similarly engaged in discrete foreplay. The men squirmed now and then to relieve their erections.

We stopped at the hotel bar, had a couple of drinks, danced a bit and got hotter and hotter.
Finally we couldn’t stand it any more and adjourned to the suite for fun and games.

After the first hour of sex, we met in the living room for rest and a drink. Annette and I hemmed and hawed but screwed up our courage to discuss the chastity question again.

“Ah, fellows, we do apologize for the chastity flap but we are still concerned about the health issue and we were wondering…. If your suggestion, Chris, might not be a solution for our dilemma.”

“What suggestion was that, Janet?”, he asked warily.

“You asked how we would like wearing a female chastity affair.”

“Jan, that was just a rhetorical question, I would not expect you to do something as demeaning as that.”

“Well, Annette and I discussed it and we thought it might be only fair for us to do the same thing we expected of you.”

“Ohhhh…”, Joel chimed in, “You’d wear the chastity and we’d keep the keys?”

“Yes, and you would also wear a chastity cage and we’d keep those keys”, I looked at him hopefully.

“Chris”, Joel said thoughtfully, pursing his lips, “let’s discuss the idea tomorrow over lunch. In the meantime I want to continue what Annette and I started during the show. Come Annette, our room is there if recall correctly.”

“But Joel, we don’t have an agreement yet.”

“So, I want sex. You teased me all through the show, let’s go! Maybe we’ll consider your suggestion later. How about it, Chris? The ladies are hot, we’re hot! Let’s go!”

There was no disagreement. We raced for the bedrooms, forgot all about protection and screwed like mink.

The next day however, Chris called and told us that he and Joel no longer wanted to see us if this silly chastity affair was still being floated.

Chapter Five -- If at first you don’t succeed….

“Oh damn, Annette, we’ve lost these guys. Lets try Paul and Charles.”

“Paul!, This is Janet! How are you Paul? I haven’t heard from you lately. I was wondering if we could date sometime soon”, I purred my most seductive into the phone.

“Love to Janet, do you have anything special in mind?”

“Not really, but how about dinner, drinks and dancing? I’d like that, how about you?”

“Love to! When?”

“Wednesday! Mind if I try to get Annette on board if she can get a date?”

“Welll… sure… she’s fun and that fellow Charles is nice. I think she likes him.”

“She does. We’ll try and confirm. In any event you and I are on board for Wednesday.
How about that place in the Village you mentioned?”

“Sure! I’ll meet you there. 6PM?”

“OK”.

“Annette! Paul’s on board. Check with Charles.”

Predictably Charles was raring to go, agreed on the meet. Annette and I then plotted the evening’s moves and I reserved the hotel suite.

We met, dined, drank and danced. Annette and I loved the dance routine since it gave us a chance to get the men excited. They also paid the tabs most willingly and tipped generously.

“Paul”, I casually mentioned later in the evening, “I hope it’s alright but I reserved a hotel suite for us all. It has two bedrooms, baths and a living room. Room service of course.”

I swear, they almost orgasm’d right then.

“Yes! Yes!”, they answered together, smiles lighting up, “Let’s go!”

We adjourned to the hotel where Annette and I had previously stashed things and clothing we might need and naturally some street wear for the next day. We had the key and rode the elevator directly to the suite. Drinks and some heavy petting followed and we eventually parted company as we took to our bedrooms. I thought I was noisy but Annette beat all! The howls and yowls emanating from that room threatened to wake the floor. I finally went to the door and whispered loudly, “Less noise in there, someone may call the manager!”

I returned to my bed where Paul was waiting, lying on his back with an erection straight up in the air looking like a flagpole.
“Paul darling! How nice! You kept it waiting for me!”

I straddled him, lowered myself onto that delightful rod and gasped with pleasure as he thrust up and down, slamming it to the end each time. Oh God, was it good! I really really did need a man in me… deep in me… it was sooooo good! He orgasm’d! Slammed it home!
Uhhh God! It wasn’t just good, it was awesome! I felt truly royally screwed! What a man!

“Oh Paul! My God Paul! What a time! What a screwing! Oh Paul you are truly great! What a cock Paul! It never gives up! How do you do it?”

“Frankly my dear, Viagra!”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I wanted to be at my best for you. I wanted to please you. I like you… a great deal.
In fact, so far… I think I love you but maybe it’s just lust. I want to see you again and I certainly want to bed you again. You… are… awesome… I have never had a bedmate like you.”

“Paul! My husband and I were perhaps the horniest couple in… our town. We screwed with gay abandon! We did everything we could think of and a few more besides. We were well experienced. Hang with me my man and you’ll be well screwed and well served.”

“I’d love to hang with you… love it! Oh Janet! Where have you been all my life?”

“Well Paul, actually, I was with my husband before he passed away and you were with your wife! But now, for better or for worse, we are here together wrecking a bed and I’m loving it!”

A few orgasms later Paul and I joined Annette and Charles in the living room for a chat and refreshment.

“What say you Annette? Have a good time?” Annette just growled and smiled and hugged Charles a little tighter.

“Janet, Charles says he’d like to date me again. Would you and Paul be interested in next Wednesday? Same time, same place?”

“How about it Paul?”

“I can’t wait.”

The next Wednesday… and the next… and Saturday… and Sunday… and Monday… and so on for several weeks we patronized the same hotel.

“I’m spending too much on the this suite, men. Either you fellows chip in or we must make new arrangements. Who has two bedrooms?”

“Not I”, said Charles.

“I do, most of the time”, added Paul, “at least when my kids are away.”

Annette and I looked at each other, wondering if we could trust the men with knowing about our wherewithal. It would be up to me of course -- the apartment was mine, Annette my friend.

“OK guys, time to fess up. We have an apartment up off 5th. We can host you there. I’m tired of renting the suite and we know you well enough to take you home. What we don’t know yet is whether you think enough of us to remain faithful to us alone at least until we break up -- if we break up. To me the last few weeks suggest that we are serious about one another. However, you must realize, yes both of you, that Annette and I want absolute guarantees that you will be faithful to us as we will be faithful to you so long as we are dating. We want to make love without protection and we must, repeat must, be sure that none of us has any STD or, God forbid, HIV. Pursuant to that end we girls will undertake to wear chastity belts for which you men will hold the keys and you men will wear chastity devices for which we will hold the keys. If any of you feel it necessary, we’ll all do additional blood tests. Since we first met, Annette and I have been exposed to other men. That is, once.”

A deep silence ensued while the men digested that mouthful. I kept my fingers crossed.

“I can’t speak for Charles”, Paul answered slowly, “but I’m willing to try if the ‘appliance’
does not show when being worn.” I will also take another blood test.”

Charles spoke up saying, “I’ll go along with that but I’m not thrilled because it relates to trust and if I tell Annette I will be faithful -- I will.”

“I second that sentiment”, said Paul, “but as I said I will comply but only because you are fantastic, Janet.”

Obviously the guys thought enough of us to comply with our somewhat outrageous proposal. Now we can have a lot more fun.

“OK y’all I have an idea. Let’s take a cruise out of New York for a while. I propose one of the lovely cruise ships for a jaunt to Bermuda. Just think of all the fun we can have. We can eat drink, dance and make love love love. I’d love to show you the pink sand beach of the Horseshoe Bay -- one of the most lovely sights in Bermuda. Oh and no chastity restraints until we return. Any interest?”

Charles suggested we work on our vacation schedules, coordinate, decide, book and go.

Annette and I left in the morning to return to my apartment. Arriving, Annette told me about her evening with Charles.

“Oh, Jan, we had fun! He’s good and he did some things that were really way out -- new to me but soooo exciting.”

“What did he do Annette?”

“He took my bathrobe sash, tied my hands behind my back, knelt me on the floor and ‘made’ me fellate him. Jan, the feeling of helplessness was so exciting, I just melted!”

“I’m glad we bought those handcuffs, Annette, just looking at them is so erotic. H’m Annette, let’s try them. I’ll cuff you and see where we go from there. Put your hands behind you and I’ll snap these on you. Then you’ll be helpless and I can hug you, play with your breasts and anything I want and you can’t stop me. “

“Oooo, that is soooo hot Janet. But Jan, I can scream. Shouldn’t you gag me?”, she giggled.

“Since you mention it, I’m stuffing my panties in your mouth. That’ll keep you quiet while I put on the double dildo and get ready to rape you. I’m going to bend you over the chair and push that dildo slam bam into your vagina my sweet helpless Annette.”

“Hurry! Hurry! Hurry damn it Janet, I’m so hot! Janet, we need more things. How about some rope?”

“OK Annette, tomorrow we do internet research on this restraint concept and see what’s available. I think it might be lots of fun. The men could tie us and we the men. I wonder if they could tolerate being restrained.”

Chapter Six -- Bermuda

The trip to Bermuda and back was sooo wonderful. We screwed as if there were no tomorrow.

Our two bedroom suite was soooo comfortable, the room service superb and the food and dancing were delightful. The boys displayed stamina matching even our horniness and Annette and I returned from the trip tired but well screwed.

We took them to my apartment and showed them the chastity appliances, the men’s and women’s. They were clearly not thrilled and reluctantly let us apply them since they had agreed to the wearing. They did enjoy fastening our belts onto us. In fact they took much time accompanied by much touching, probing and caressing and some laughter. We agreed to meet the following Wednesday for dinner and…

“Janet, I really don’t like wearing this damn belt. I don’t need it, don’t want it and I think I’ll remove it. Where did you hide the spare keys?”

“In the desk drawer, ‘Nette, I’ll get them and I’ll take mine off too. Then we can enjoy ourselves ‘till Wednesday when we have to put them back on for the boys. I know it’s cheating but my conscience really doesn’t bother me. After all, the intent is to make sure our men are safe.”

“Jan, we have to do some shopping now. Let’s go have a coffee and get some groceries, return and make love. I have the urge to do the rabbit. Let’s both do it, OK?”

“’K Annette”.

At the store….

“Jan!! There’s Paul! I wonder why he’s shopping up here in this area!”

“Hello Janet, my dear lady. What a coincidence!” He said as he approached and then hugged me. “Janet!”, he whispered, “Where’s your chastity belt? I locked it on you before we left.”

“Oh Paul, I’m so sorry, I had to remove it to dress for shopping.”

“Janet! That’s a flimsy excuse and you know it. This was to be a mutual affair and I was to be the only person with a key. Obviously you have another key. Not fair, sweetie! See you Wednesday night….”

Wednesday night….

The boys arrived on time. We sat in the living room having a sherry. Annette and I, expecting a problem, cuddled up with Charles and Paul and hoping to soften the verbal blows we felt sure would come.

And we were right.

“Janet, Annette”, Paul announced, “Charles and I want these chastity cages off now. We are on our way out to dinner and dancing. Not to be devious, ladies, they will stay off. You have cheated on us and we no longer feel obligated to continue. Ladies! The keys please, now!”

“Here are the keys, fellows and we do apologize. Our intention was to keep you in chastities for our protection. We wanted sole access to our lovers and assurance of medical safety.”

“Ladies”, Charles added, “Paul and I have agreed that we no longer want to date you. It has been fun and you are fantastic playmates but we are grossly offput by this distrust. Sorry and goodbye.”

They left. Annette and I looked at each other wondering whether to weep or swear.

“Damn and double damn Annette, I think we screwed up badly. They were nice normal men with whom we could have had great relationships and now they’re gone! Gone!”

Chapter Seven -- Try again…

“Eh bien Janet, what now!”, she asked later that week.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know. Where can we meet nice men -- nice clean horny men?”

“Advertise?”

“Yeah, that’s a laugh.”

“Jan, how about going to a ballroom? We could dance and pickup some fellows. I’ve been thinking Jan, maybe we should concentrate on one man. Remember how previously our guys got together and decided mutually they wanted to break off with us. Maybe with one guy we could work the deal but of course that means we’d have to share him. Could we do that?”

“It might work, Annette if we simply look at him as a sex slave/playmate and not get emotionally involved with him. We could still look for long term relationships.”

“Good idea Jan, let’s try but realizing that it could be tricky to remain emotionally aloof from someone we’re screwing regularly.”

The Ballroom …

“Ya know, Annette, I don’t like this stag line business. We have the best side, sitting and waiting and since we are gorgeous we’ll have attention but pity the not so good looking who sit forlornly waiting.”

“I know Jan, but it’s even worse for the guys. There they stand wondering if they’ll be rejected when they ask for a dance. Let’s dance Jan. Let’s do a waltz so the fellows can see that we are good dancers.”

“OK, ‘nette. Now. That’s a waltz. Slow so we can be very graceful and do some elegant steps. Keep your eyes open to see if we’re being watched.”

“Good idea, Jan.”

“Uh huh Annette, we are attracting attention. We may have developed some interest. Let’s see. Let‘s sit. I‘ll get us a couple of drinks. The usual?”

I returned to our table with drinks and already the honey had attracted interest judging from the group buzzing around my little sweetie. Happily they were all men.

“Fellows! I want to introduce my friend Janet. Gentlemen, please introduce yourselves. I am Annette.”

“Hi guys, who tangos?”

“I do”, replied a decent looking fellow. “C’mon. That‘s an Argentine tango, is that OK with you”.

“Sure, I do both American ballroom and Argentine. I love the leg wraps. And you are…?”

“Milt, short for Milton, Milton Kowalchik. Do you live in the City?”

“Yes Milt, and you?”

“Yes, down in the Village, off Baxter.”

“I know the area, I’ve been to Forlini’s for dinner.”

The dance ended…..

“Thank you, Janet, you’re a darn good dancer. Take lessons?”

“Yes, and also did some teaching, and when I was younger I studied ballet. Never got good enough for the ABT, though…. Damn!”

“What do you do, Janet? Professionally, that is. I’m trying to be a writer. Right now I’m a waiter. It keeps food on the table.”

“Milt, I’m not working right now. My husband died a few months ago and I’m just getting my life back on track. I’m not sure what I’ll do…. yet.”

A little later………

“Annette! Ladies! ’Nette, have you met anyone with potential?”

“No darn it, they’re all either stuffy, dumb or arrogant. How about the guy you danced with? He looks cute.”

“He has possibilities. I’ll dance with him again. Test him for interest -- erection -- that is and then you try him. If you like him we’ll work on him.”

“Milt, rumba! Let’s do it!”

“My pleasure, Jan.”

So…. Milt and I danced very close, gyrating to the rumba beat, breathing deeply, gazing into each others’ eyes. And yes! Milt started an erection! I smiled at him, held him tighter -- if that were possible -- and decided that Milt had potential. He was a writer -- of sorts, thus had an imagination -- thus might enjoy erotic delights with a pair of hot women. Worth a try!

Returning to the table, I winked and smiled at Annette who promptly asked Milt for a dance saying that she had seen that he was a very good dancer. I watched them dance a while and shortly she gave me a thumbs up indicating that Milt had responded encouragingly.

“Janet”, she said on return, “You must have another dance with Milt. Try his tango again!” Then she whispered to me, “Invite him out.”

“Milt”, I asked him, purring my most seductively, “What do you like to do for entertainment? Opera? Ballet? Broadway shows? Movies?”

“All of the above. You?”

“Same. In what genre do you write?”

“Well, uh… currently I write under a pseudonym since I’m not well published… yet.”

“OK, I won’t ask the name but what genre?”

“Well… it’s a little embarrassing… but I write love stories -- romances.”

“Well.. Well.. Well.. Whelllll! Milt! You WILL join Annette and myself for cocktails this evening won’t you? And you WILL tell us more about your writing won’t you?”

Back at the table…

“Annette, Milt and I are going for cocktails. Please say goodbye to your friends and come with us.”

“OK Janet. Bye guys… girl friend is calling. Maybe I’ll see ya’ll next week.”

Huddled in a cocktail lounge….

“That was abrupt Jan, what happened?”

“Wellll Annette, Milt is an author of romances. That tells me that he has a mind that we may find fascinating.”

“You flatter me, Janet. Yes, I write romances, but you’ve aroused my curiosity. Where do we go from here? You both know you’ve aroused something else. What’s the game plan? I’ve never met a pair like you.”

“Milt. I want to be up front with you. Annette and I want intimate relationships. Are you interested and available or should we say goodnight?”

“Uhhh… “, he stammered as his jaw dropped. “Ladies… I’m speechless… I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been approached in such a forthright manner by anyone, much less two beautiful women.”

“Milt, we’re waiting for an answer.”

“OK. I’m single. I’m available.”

“Good. We’re horny. However… there’s one little thing…”

“Ladies, it’s not really little…”

“We’ll find out about that but it’s not what I was referring to.”

“Oh?”

“No. We want to know about your medical status -- STD, HIV.”

“I’m clean and can prove it. And you ladies?”

“Same and we can prove it.”

“Milt, there is just one other little problem and that is one of faithfulness. If we enter into an intimate relationship we want to be sure that you are not having any other intimacies -- male or female.”

“Ladies, in all honesty, we’ll have to see what happens. Do we get along well enough? What are your long term intentions. My intentions. I’m not sure that a menage a trois with two women and one man would satisfy and thus survive but I’m willing to give it a try. Really though, ladies, we must get further acquainted.”

“Fair enough, Milt. What evenings do you have available for an outing?”

“Only Mondays and Wednesdays. I work the rest of the time. Sorry. But I do have most mornings.”

“Hmmm. When do you finish work in the evenings? Are you tired?”

“My God woman! I’m generally off by 11! Are you sure that you don’t want a squad at your service?”

“It might work Annette. We could have an hour or two late and then some time in the morning. I’m willing to give it a try. Yes! Milt, is your bed big enough for three?”

“Uhh, yeah… but my apartment is not very large.”

“OK Milt, then it’s a deal. Annette and I will meet you after work this coming Tuesday, take you to your place and …. Oh! Where do you work! Where do we meet?”

Milt filled us in on details and we agreed on our first assignation… even without having dated… we must have been hard up.

That Tuesday night…

“Hi Milt! Let’s grab a cab! Are you ready willing and able?”

“Yes but it’s been a long day and my feet are tired.”

“I understand Milt, but Annette and I are the wearing the FM pumps.”

“Oh yeah… very nice ladies… or should I call you girls or what should I call you… other than hot?”

“Simple! I’m Jan, she’s Annette. We both screw. What else do you need to know?”

“Nothing. Let me rest ‘till we get to my place”, he said as he slumped back against the cab seat.

“Dear boy”, I purred, “must keep up his strength.”

In spite of his fatigue, Milt brought forth reserves of stamina and fucked us both silly. At two in the morning we collapsed ensemble onto his bed and slept the glorious sleep of the well-fucked. In the morning I had him first while Annette made breakfast and while I ate alone she worked him over… and over, sucking him up to a repetition. Later he showered for work and Annette and I, still not satiated, played with each other, glorying in our lesbian pleasures. What a night! Later we took a cab to Milt’s restaurant, dropped him off, and continued to my apartment, where Annette and I discussed and analyzed the Milt affair.

We concluded that he had great potential. He was well hung and had great stamina. We felt sure that he could handle us both easily. You don’t find many men so well endowed. We laid out a plan….

After a few weeks and many many delightful evenings…. and mornings…

“Milt darling! When can you take a week’s vacation? Annette and I want to take you to Bermuda. We’ll fly over and have a week’s uninterrupted sex. Are you willing?”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to but really can’t afford it.”

“It’s on us Milt, we’ll take you. We’ll have fun! You know what your obligation is…”

We returned from Bermuda greatly fatigued and pussy sore but happy happy happy!
Poor Milt could barely get an erection. Annette and I wondered whether we really needed to spring the chastity cage idea on him. But yes, we did spring it on him one night after some good sex.

“Milt darling, ‘Nette and I have something very important to ask you. We have enjoyed our time together but ‘Nette and I are constantly fearful that you, as desirable and attractive as you are, may find yourself having relations with other people, male or female, and you may inadvertently, accidentally become infected with some STD or HIV which in turn could hurt or kill us.”

“Jan, as long as I am ‘seeing’ you and Annette I will be faithful to you only.”

“Milt, we’re sure that you have only the best intentions but… to be sure… we want you to wear a chastity cage to give us confidence and security. Ever since we met you, we have been playing sexual Russian roulette and we will continue no longer. If you can’t or won’t wear the cage, we’ll be forced to terminate our relationship. I’m sorry, but there it is.”

“You’re kidding. You are kidding?”

We stared at him wordlessly…. hoping he’d cave in…. fearing he might not.

“You’re not kidding are you?”

“No Milt, we enjoy you… your company… your… but we are quite serious. Disease is no laughing matter.”

“I’ll think about it”, he replied without much enthusiasm.

“You do that, Milt, you have our number. Let’s go Annette.”

Back at the ranch -- my apartment that is….

“Well Jan, I hope it works.”

“So do I Annette, he’s a keeper, sexwise that is. He’s OK but I don’t see him for marriage. How about you? Do you see him as marriage material.”

“I think yes, Janet. Our backgrounds are different; our ages are quite different. I care for him. I could love him, I think. Just having sex with him is an artificial relationship, not a loving relationship. Especially sharing him as we do.”

“At this point Annette, all we can do is wait and see. He has our number.”

The fateful call….

“Janet? This is Milt. Jan, I cannot begin to tell you how much fun it has been knowing you and Annette. But…. You girls are daft. This chastity idea is some sort of dumb game you’re trying to spring on me and I don’t appreciate it. I have never in my life had so much good sex. You girls are insatiable -- fantastic. You will be the subjects of my next novel but I’ll be damned if I’ll wear a goddamned chastity cage for your entertainment. By the way, tell Annette that I love her and want to marry her. ‘Bye now Hon.”

“Janet, that’s terrible, I don’t want to break up with Milt, I like him. I may even love him.
I’m calling him.”

“Milt, this is Annette. Janet just told me what you said. Milt, I want to keep seeing you -- I love you -- I think. Let’s forget about that chastity business and go out again -- just you and me.”

“OK Annette, I’m willing to give it a try. I do care for you -- a lot! How about tomorrow night?”

“Sure Milt, call me with time and place.”

A few weeks later….

“Janet, I’m going to move in with Milt. I love him and I hope to marry him. I’ll miss you Jan, we’ve had some great times together. I hope you’ll give us your blessing.”

“I was afraid of that Annette. I’ll miss you so…. I’ll write you a check. I hope we may get together sometime. Please call…. “

Damn damn damn! Now I’ve even lost Annette. Well… there’s nothing to do but start over. I think I’ll forgo the chastity crap, it really didn’t work. I could try Paul or Chris. H’mm.
Oh well.. A hunting I will go….

 © 2009 Janet Baker