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Master Wade 142
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MRWADE.142 By Master Wade
Latin Lust
Chapter Thirteen
Peggy and her two friends had dinner together at least once a
week, but they didn't like to spend very much money doing it.
Occasionally they would go to the nicer restaurants, but that was
usually on the weekends. It was understood among the three of them
that the main purpose for them being together was sexual; the meal
itself was merely a formality and an excuse for being together.
Of the three of them, Anne, the youngest and only married
member of the threesome, was also still something of a newly-wed,
having been married for a little less than a year. Her marriage
was one of those which no one expected to last, but she appeared to
be very much in love with her husband Bob, and he with her. Doubts
about the longevity of their relationship were based on their
difference in ages, among other things. Bob was thirty-two, Anne
was only eighteen. Bob was a stockbroker with a Master's Degree in
Philosophy, Anne was a clerk in the ladies clothing department at
Miller and Rhodes, one of the larger department stores in the city,
and had graduated from high school just prior to their marriage.
Bob was a political liberal and a sexual conservative. Anne was
very conservative about everything except sex.
Anne and Bob got along better than most people would have
realized. Anne enjoyed a standard of living much higher than most
girls her age, loved her job and the employee discount on clothing
that it offered her, cared little about politics, and was quite
content to have a sedate sex life at home and an exciting one with
her girlfriends. Bob, having been married for several years to a
woman six years older than himself, found Anne's age and youthful
beauty to be a boost to his ego which carried over to his
performance at work. He much preferred Anne's easy acceptance of
his political views to the raging debates he had experienced in his
first marriage, and found her much less demanding sexually than his
first wife had been as well. Since she always managed to plan her
evenings out with the other women on the same nights as his nights
out with "the boys", the arrangement suited him just fine.
Barbara, who was twice Anne's age, and eight years older than
Peggy, also worked at Miller and Rhodes, and it was through Barbara
that Anne and Peggy had met. While she didn't like to refer to
herself as a lesbian, it had been years since Barbara had been
involved with a man sexually. She still found men sexually
attractive, but she had been hurt deeply in a long-ago relationship
and had pursued a course of avoidance since then. Barbara kept her
body in excellent shape, working out at the Peggy's club regularly.
Even at thirty-six there were few of the normal signs of aging many
of her friends evidenced. It pleased her that even though she and
Anne were seen together often, no one had ever mistaken her for
Anne's mother, which she certainly was old enough to have been.
Peggy had been involved off and on with Barbara for several
years, but it had amazed her to see how easily Anne had been drawn
into their little threesome. Barbara had mentioned it to Peggy on
Anne's first day at work, describing her new co-worker in glowing
terms. Over the space of two months, they had slowly revealed
their relationship to Anne who rather than being shocked, had found
it exciting. It had been an easy step from there to her
involvement with them.
"Now, listen, you two," Peggy said in careful tones as they
finished their dinner, "Paul only suspects that this girl is
interested in other women. He said something about her college
roommate having been bisexual, but that may or may not mean
anything."
"So we're a bit of a test for her then?", asked Barbara.
"Yes, exactly," Peggy replied. "I'm not even sure that Paul
told her she would be modeling for women. So we will have to just
play it by ear."
"Are we supposed to let her know that we're involved?", Anne
asked, smiling. "That's the approach the two of you used with me,
isn't it?"
Peggy laughed. "Well, there is safety in numbers, you know,
and women who are involved with each other often desperately want
to be able to tell someone about it. More new bisexuals and
lesbians are drawn in by couples than all the other ways combined."
"From what you say about Paul," Anne said, "I would have
thought that he would just order her to be involved with us. Isn't
she supposed to be his sex slave or something?"
"Oh, she will be, Anne, you can count on that. But they only
had their first date last weekend. Just give him time." Peggy
knew well how convincing Paul could be.
"I'm still a little bit confused," said Barbara, pouring
herself another half-glass of wine. "Are we supposed to make it
with this girl tonight, or not?"
"Yea, is this all tease and no squeeze?", Anne asked,
giggling, and holding her wine glass out for Barbara to refill.
"Paul said he wants us to all flirt with her openly, but not
be blatant about our involvement with each other, or our sexual
desire for her, particularly. He wants to see her reaction, and I
think he's thinking that he may not know for sure what it is until
after we've left."
"He's probably right," agreed Barbara, "but it should be
pretty obvious whether she enjoys turning us on or not."
"Oh, I'm sure it will be! But if this girl is an
exhibitionist, and she must be for Paul to be putting her through
this so early on, she may respond to that part of it and still not
be as anxious to be with another woman sexually as we might like,"
Peggy said.
Anne found herself envying this girl, whoever she was. There
had always been a bit of the exhibitionist in her too, but Bob
wasn't really into that, and even complained about her mini-skirts
sometimes. "Well, it isn't as if this is the only time we might
get a crack at her, right? I mean, surely you bargained a bit with
him, didn't you, Peggy?"
"You don't know Paul, Anne. I tried, but I didn't get very
far. I told him we'd do it as long as he promised we'd get a turn
with her sometime, and he just laughed. He said he would promise
that we'd be so hot when we left that we'd head straight for
Barbara's house, and that was all he would promise."
"We don't even know if we'll like the girl yet, you know,"
Barbara said. "But it should be fun, and if it works out well I
imagine we'll hear from him again." She looked at her watch. "Hey,
we'd better get going; it's already nine thirty."
The girls paid their tab and left, with Anne asking Barbara to
ride in the back seat with her on the way to Pauls. Peggy smiled
and as she pulled out into traffic, adjusted her rearview mirror
appropriately.
Anna Maria's ears were burning, but it had nothing to do with
the conversation being held about her at that very moment. She and
Paul were going through her clothing, picking out things for her to
model. He had still told her nothing at all about these friends of
his for whom she would be modeling, but she knew that this was not
as much a fashion show as it as an Anna show, and it made her hot.
It made her so hot that she would have given anything for chance to
fuck before they came, or even to masturbate; anything to take some
of the edge off. She thought of asking for it, but she knew there
wasn't time.
Paul was pleased with the items they had chosen. She didn't
need too many outfits to model. It wasn't what she wore as much as
how she modeled it, and how she responded to the girls that
mattered. He had let Anna Maria do most of the selecting, and it
had excited him to see the things she picked out on her own. He
had only considered requiring her to model one lingerie outfit,
perhaps a simple bra and panty set, but Anna had decided to wear
a different lingerie set with each of the three dresses she chose;
an almost witchy bustier set in red with black trim which she would
wear under a red dress of the identically same shade, with black
stockings; a very expensive and wonderfully feminine light blue and
white silk and lace garter-belt set which she would wear under an
almost black navy dress with suntan stockings; and a tiny and
fragile looking lacey white bra and panty set that she would wear
under a snow white dress that was powerfully effective because of
it's simplicity and purity. With the white dress on Anna looked
like a girl on her way to her High School graduation.
One of the things which excited Paul most about her choices
was the evident concession she had made to show herself in lingerie
on three, rather than one occasion. If this went well, he could
probably count on her doing an all lingerie show at some future
time.
"I want to know how you want me to do this, Master," Anna
Maria said, a bit nervously. "Do you want me to be a terrible
flirt, or an innocent one?"
"I've been thinking about that, Anna. Why not start out
flirting rather innocently, and then gradually become more of a
flirt with each change of outfits? You could wear the white dress
first..."
"No, Master! Oops! I'm sorry. But I think the way to do it
is to start out being an innocent flirt, but in the most outlandish
of the outfits. That way, you see, the clothes and the flirting
styles are in greater contrast, and it makes both of things more
powerful and erotic."
"So which outfits would you begin and end with, Anna?", he
asked, amused by her enthusiasm.
"The red dress is the one to begin with, with that `I'm a
whore' bustier under it. Then the navy dress, and end up with the
sweet little white dress with almost nothing on under it. Don't
you think so?"
"I think you're exactly right, and I think I love you more
with every passing second." He kissed Anna softly on the cheek and
considered some more of the options. "I'll turn the couch around,
so that it faces the doorway to this room. You can use the bar and
barstools, and the straight back chair next to the phone table as
props if you like. And you'll be facing the windows, so it will be
almost as if the whole world is watching you."
Anna Maria didn't say a word to any of this, but just stared
deeply into his eyes. Just as he thought she was going to begin
crying, she kissed his mouth hard, pressing her luscious young body
against him so completely that it was almost a body massage.
The ringing door bell startled them both.
"Oh no! I'm not ready yet!", Anna Maria cried. "What do I
do?"
"Just go ahead and take your time getting ready, Anna. I'll
invite them in and fix them all a drink and get them to help me
turn the couch around. You stay in here, and I'll bring you out
and introduce you to them. Just relax, you're doing to do
wonderfully! And no peeking through the door, either."
Paul had never seen Anna Maria so excited about anything. He
wished that he could stay there and watch her scurrying around the
room; there was something almost childlike about her when she was
like this. But, his guests were here.
Continued in MRWADE.143....
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