Chapter 10

Rob brought a stack of white PVC pipes with screw-in connections into the living room and started putting them together.

Andrea came into the room, dressed for dinner in a pale-blue jersey knit dress with a deep vee-shaped neckline that showed the tops of her tits and a short skirt that barely covered her ass, pale-blue hose and white pumps.

"Darling," she said, "why are you putting a swing in the living room?"

"It isn't a swing."

"Well, it looks like one to me, but I don't think it would hold much weight. What's it for?"

"You'll see later," he replied. "Jo-Jo will be here in a few minutes. She's going to dinner with us."

"You're just full of surprises tonight."

"Yep," he said, "just trying to keep life interesting."

"Are you going to do a threesome with her?"

"That's what you want," he replied.

"How do you know what I want?"

"Because I know you," he said confidently.

Jo-Jo arrived, wearing a black linen suit, black hose and black pumps and carrying a small overnight bag. Her jacket was open nearly to her navel and the inner slopes of her tits showed.

"Hi, guys," she said gaily. "Where's the swing for that thing?"

"Rob says it isn't a swing," Andrea said, "but I have no idea what it's for."

"You can put your bag in the master bedroom," Rob said. "We'll probably get there eventually."

Rob waited until Jo-Jo took her bag into the bedroom, then said to Andrea, "Your bra shows, sweetheart. Take it off. Are you wearing panties?"

"Yes, this skirt is too short not to."

"Take them off, too."

Andrea shrugged and pulled her skirt up. "My pussy is going to show when I sit down." She glanced at Jo-Jo as she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, then pulled the top of her dress down and removed her bra. Undressing in front of Jo-Jo didn't bother her, but she had no idea what Rob was up to. He had never been this assertive with her. She pulled the top of her dress up and adjusted it over her tits. "The neckline is so low, you can see all the way to my nipples."

"You have pretty nipples," Rob said, "and your tits don't show any more than Jo-Jo's." He looked at Jo-Jo and smiled slyly. "Are you wearing panties?"

"Yes, silly little black lace things that barely cover my pussy."

He gave her a stern look and she grinned.

"I suppose you want me to take them off."

"I like bright girls."

Jo-Jo removed her panties and smoothed her skirt over her hips. "My skirt is as short as Andrea's, but you still can't see whether I'm wearing panties."

"But I know you aren't," Rob said.

"You don't care if our pussies show when we sit down," Andrea said.

"Unless you want to show off your pussy, you can keep your legs together," Rob replied. "Get your handbags and check your make-up or whatever, the taxi will be here in a few minutes."

"Darling," Andrea said, "why do we have to take a taxi when we've got a nice car?"

"So I can sit between you and not have to worry about watching the road."

On the way to the restaurant, Rob rode with a hand on each girl's knee. On the way home, he rode with his hand on the inside of their thighs.

He noticed that Andrea kept glancing at the driver and squirming, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Are you thinking of what we're going to do when we get home?"

"Yes," she said softly, "although I don't have the slightest idea what we're going to do."

"Oh, you know what we're going to do," he said, "you just don't know how we're going to do it. Is your pussy wet?"

"You know it is. Going out in public without underwear is more of a thrill than I thought it would be."

"Lots of things are going to thrill you tonight. Put your right foot on the seat."

Andrea hesitated and looked at the back of the driver's head. "If I do that, he'll be able to see my pussy."

"You want him to see your pussy," Rob said quietly.

Jo-Jo snickered. "If he looks and wrecks the car, think of all the insurance money we'll collect." She put her left foot on the seat and turned slightly toward Rob. "My pussy is probably as wet as yours."

"Well, if you can, I can too," Andrea said. She put her right foot on the seat and turned slightly toward Rob.

Rob felt of both pussies and nodded. "Very good," he said. "That's the way they should be."

The cab stopped in front of their house and Rob paid the driver and gave him a big tip.

Jo-Jo made eye contact with the driver and grinned. "Did you see the whole show?"

"Not enough of it," the driver replied. "Am I going to take you home?"

"You should be so lucky," she laughed as she slid across the seat and got out. "This is Rob's night."

"Lucky stiff," the driver grumbled. He put the cab in gear and did a U-turn and sped away.

Rob laughed and held their hands as they went up the walk.

"Darling," Jo-Jo said, "I know you're lucky, are you also stiff?"

"Not yet," he replied. "I'll leave that up to you and Andrea." He unlocked the door and waited until they went in, then followed them and made sure he locked the door behind him. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Andrea and Jo-Jo looked at each other and smiled faintly and shrugged and stayed right where they were. Rob came back with an oblong box, a silk scarf and a strip of black cloth, then went to the kitchen and brought back a large glass filled with ice cubes.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

Andrea cocked one eyebrow and said, "Which one of us?"

"Both of you," he replied.

"Everything?" Jo-Jo giggled and started unbuttoning her jacket. "Not that we're wearing much."

"Not the hose and shoes," he said.

"I don't know if I want to," Andrea said, "not until you tell us what you're going to do to us."

"I'm going to blindfold you, sweetheart, and let Jo-Jo watch me make you so hot, you'll go crazy."

"Oh, well, that's okay then," Andrea said. She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it across the back of a chair. "What are you going to do to Jo-Jo?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

"Does that mean you're going to let me watch?"

"Of course. She's going to watch what I do to you, so you get to watch what I do to her. That's what you want, after all."

Andrea looked at the odd contraption set up in the living room. "I still don't know what that thing's for."

I know he's going to fuck Jo-Jo and me. I've been running off at the mouth, and he took me up on it. I just hope I'm ready to watch his cock sliding into another girl's juicy pussy. What will he do if I get jealous when he fucks Jo-Jo with his gorgeous cock the way he fucks me and makes her cum until she nearly loses her mind?

I know he's already fucked her, but I wasn't there, so that's different.

What will I do if he's got in his mind that Jo-Jo and I are going to eat each other? Do I want to eat pussy? Maybe I should ask him, he knows everything else I want to do, the smug bastard.

Rob kissed Andrea and said, "Stand under the crossbar and reach up and grip it."

She stood between the supports and looked up, then extended her arms and gripped the crossbar. Her feet were still on the floor, but her body was fully stretched. She wondered how he knew what height to make it so it would be just right for her when she was wearing heels. Jo-Jo was two inches taller and reaching up wouldn't extend her body, so evidently he had something different planned for her.

Rob undressed, then got the strip of black cloth and tied it over Andrea's eyes.

"Oh, darling," she said, her voice quivering with a tinge of fright, "why do you have to blindfold me?"

"It's part of the game, sweetheart. I won't tie your hands. I trust you to hold onto the bar until I say you can turn loose. You can do that, can't you?"

"I guess so. What are you going to do to me."

"Make you cum until your knees are weak. You won't fall as long as you hold onto the bar." Andrea spread her feet a little wider so she would be more comfortable, then suddenly remembered that Jo-Jo was looking at her. God, I must look gross, she thought. I wonder what she's thinking. My tits must really stand out, and I know she can see my pussy. What does she think of my thick bush? Maybe I ought to move my feet closer together so she can't see as much. No, I wouldn't be comfortable then, if I can call this position comfortable! Besides, she's seen my pussy before. Not up close and personal, but she isn't going to see it that way now either, so I'll just stay right here and let her look. God, this is turning me on! I can't wait to see what Rob is going to do to me.

Jo-Jo moved over in front of Andrea and stared at her with flames of carnal desire flickering in her bright blue eyes. If she hadn't let Edith seduce her into the delights of lesbian love, she would have been able to watch what Rob did to his wife, maybe play with her pussy a little, and wait her turn. Now, she wanted to take Andrea in her arms and kiss her and suck her tits and lick her pussy until she went wild with ecstasy. Well, if she couldn't do that, she could play with her pussy. She spread her legs and slipped her finger into her slit and jerked as the tip touched her clit.

Rob stood in front of Andrea, took her right tit in his hands and pointed the erect nipple at his mouth, then exhaled cool air across it.

Andrea's nerve endings sent confusing signals to her brain, and she muttered, "Why is your breath so cold?"

"Ice," he mumbled around the ice cube in his mouth.

He continued to caress her tit and blow cool air over it. Each time he exhaled, it seemed colder, and her nipple tightened almost painfully from the chill. He held the ice cube between his teeth and pressed it lightly to the tip of her nipple, slowly circling the taut bud of tumid flesh, then moving to her large areola.

At first, it seemed more wet than cold. As the cube melted, droplets of icy water ran from her nipple and along the underside of her large tit.

"It's cold," she murmured, shivering visibly, "so cold."

like melting snow, beads of water trickled from her tit and landed on her thigh and coursed down her leg in a faint line that quickly dried. In her mind, she pictured the ice as it slid over the smooth surface of her tit. Goose bumps prickled her arms and thighs and she shivered continually as the small block of ice slowly diminished in size, melting against her warm flesh. She thought of it as meticulous, exquisite torture. Where the ice and water touched her, her skin was so cold-and her pussy was so hot. She uttered a low, rasping moan, an exotic, primeval sound.