Morning came… wonderfully. It was a wonderful dream Sharon was having, laying on her back, her wrists handcuffed behind Dave as he went at her again, once again feeling his hardness penetrate her relentlessly, ecstatically… but only slowly did she become aware that it wasn’t a dream at all; he was screwing her lights out and she was enjoying every instant. There was nothing to do but enjoy it, and she enjoyed it immensely, especially when she felt him start to come and it shot her over the edge, as well… a degree of consciousness returned, when he lay resting on her, still inside her, a lot of his weight resting on his elbows as they kissed. “That’s a wonderful way to wake up,” she said when she finally got a chance.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he said. “You were laying there, with your handcuffs up against your breasts, and it just looked so sexy… well, I thought I might try and see if I could manage it without waking you up.”

“What?” she pouted in a good nature. “Leave me out of the fun?”

“Oh, no,” he smiled. “If I managed it, I was just going to wake you up and do it again.”

“God, you’ve gotten horny,” she said. “Well, me, too. You can still do it, you know.”

“Yeah, but I need a few minutes to recover,” he sighed. “You know, I sometimes wonder which I enjoy more, the screwing or the coming.”

“Tough question,” she said. “If you don’t come, then that means just more screwing, and you could keep that up all day and I’d love it.” She shook her head. “I mean, I love it, but wow, we’ve both been downright insatiable.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “It really was a hard night.”

“And I got a lot of the hard,” she smiled. “Not as much as I wanted. I think I could have gone all night and not have had as much as I wanted.” She shook her head again. “Dave, is it the handcuffs?”

“That had to have something to do with it,” he said. “I guess I’m going to have to buy you some.”

“Not unless I beat you to it,” she said. “God, I wonder if it works that way for Helena and Andy?”

“You want to bet?” he replied. “I bet it does.”

“Me, too,” she sighed. “I never thought it could be like that. If that’s what it takes, I guess I’d better get used to wearing them. What does that make us, a couple of kinks, too?”

“I guess,” he said. “I take that to mean you’re not anxious to have them off.”

“It’s not real comfortable, and it really makes me feel kinky,” she told him. “But it also really makes me feel horny. If you leave them on me all day, you better be ready for another long, hard night.”

Through the thin wall, they could hear the shower running. “All right,” he said. “If you want them off, off they come, but otherwise, they stay on. I guess they’re up and moving.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, lifting up her arms so he could slide out from under them. “Maybe we’d better get up, too. Well, so much for the post-wakeup sex. I guess we’d better have a shower, too. We really shouldn’t head over there smelling like we had a whole night of hot sex, even though we did.”

“Yeah, we better do it,” he said, sliding out and standing up, as she followed him. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a good motel, shower, powerful. “After you, my dear,” he said, holding the shower door for her.

“Thanks,” she said, and then realized that he’d stepped into the shower with her.

“I figured you’d need some help soaping your back,” he grinned.

“And I suppose you want to soap my front, too,” she laughed.

“Among other things,” he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her as the water beat down on the both of them. The handcuffs left her hands very near the tool he had used on her so many times over the night, and it was easy to reach… it was a long shower, and he took her standing up in the middle of it, all wet and slippery and soapy and wonderful. Jeez, she thought. Six times. Or was it seven? It really wasn’t very clear.

It was just as well that the motel had lots of hot water, because it was one more than whatever it was before they finally shut off the shower; the handcuffs did make her a little clumsy, and she’d dropped the soap and bent over to pick it up, and Dave took advantage of it… “That may be the best shower I ever had,” she said as she and Dave dried each other off afterwards.

“It was for me,” he grinned.

A little to her surprise, he offered to help dry her hair, and of course, she took him up on it. It was really interesting to be standing in front of the mirror, wearing only her handcuffs, while Dave used the blow dryer and comb on her hair. “You know, you really have the most lovely hair,” he grinned. “I wish you’d let me play in it like this more often.”

“You can do it any time you want,” she said, watching and feeling his free hand on one of her breasts as he worked on her hair with the other. “Especially if I thought your intention was to just sit me on the shelf and get into me again.”

“Well, we could,” he grinned.

“Damn, better not,” she sighed. “Then we’d have to take another shower, and you’d have to dry my hair again, and it could take all day.”

“I can think of worse ways to spend the day,” he grinned.

“Yeah, but not with Helena and Andy waiting for us,” she grumped. “We really better get moving, or else they’re going to think that we want to stay over here and screw all day. Which I do. But, well, maybe we’d better be social.”

“I suppose,” he sighed.

“You know,” she said thoughtfully. “I sort of wish we could just stay here and make out. I mean, every time we turned around last night they dropped another bomb on us. I’m sort of worried about what happens today.”

“Worked out pretty good,” he grinned.

“Yeah, it did,” she nodded. “And that’s what makes me want to see what happens today.” She sighed. “Right now, I’m about ready to believe anything.”

“Guess we’ll just have to see,” he agreed.

As they were getting dressed, they heard a knocking at the door. “You guys getting ready in there?” they heard Andy’s voice.

“Just getting dressed,” Dave called back. “Are you ready to go?”

“No, Helena’s still getting her face on,” he said. “I got us some hot coffee. Come on over when you’re done.”

A couple minutes later they were in Helena and Andy’s room; Helena was sitting in front of a mirror, a makeup case in front of her, working on eyeliner. Sharon could see that Helena was wearing a short blue dress, with thin shoulder straps, and pantyhose. “Helena,” Sharon said, “Are you really going to the amusement park dressed like that? You make me feel like such a slob, in cutoffs and a tank top!”

“Suit yourself,” Helena shrugged. “It pleases Andy for me to look nice, so I do. Doesn’t it please Dave when you look nice?”

“Well, yeah,” she said doubtfully. “But you make me feel so out of place. I didn’t bring any nice clothes with me.”

“I brought extra,” she offered. “I know I’ve got a dress there that you could wear, and I brought extra nylons, too, if you’d like.”

Sharon glanced at Dave; the smile of anticipation was clear on his face. “Well, if it won’t be any trouble,” she said, not entirely certain about this. God, it was beginning already.

“Oh, no trouble,” Helena smiled. “Gentlemen, might I suggest that you take your coffee and go out to have a smoke while I help Sharon change?”

“Yeah, sure,” Andy said. “I was sort of thinking about having one, anyway. Come on, Dave.”

“Helena, I don’t want to put you out,” Sharon said as the guys left the room.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Helena smiled. “I wouldn’t want to show you up and have you feel out of place. I brought extra because I thought I might want to change, anyway.”

“If you’re sure it’s all right,” Sharon told her sister as she headed for a rack of hanger clothes.

“Here’s a nice little halter top sundress,” Helena said, pulling a yellow dress from the rack. “It’s got some stretch in the waist, so it ought to fit you pretty good.”

“I guess,” Sharon said dubiously. “Helena, do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve worn a dress?”

“Quite a while, probably,” her sister grinned. “I know I have the advantage on you in this, so don’t worry about it. They expect us to dress nice where I work, and I like to shop for clothes, so I have a pretty good collection. I don’t get to wear fun stuff like this as often as I’d like.”

“You really do have a pretty good taste in clothes,” Sharon said, pulling off her tank top and shorts. She obviously wasn’t going to be wearing a bra with that dress, it had a sort of one built in, so she took hers off.

“I had a college roommate who had an excellent taste in clothes,” Helena smiled. “I learned a great deal from her. It makes it easy to please Andy. Would you care to wear nylons with that?”

“Sure, if it won’t be any trouble,” Sharon grinned, pulling on the dress. “I mean, as long as we’re going all the way, we might as well go all the way.”

“Oh, no problem,” Helena said, going to her suitcase. She pulled out a package, tossed it to Sharon, and rummaged around a bit.

“Helena, if you knew how long it’s been since I wore pantyhose,” Sharon sighed.

“Even longer than a dress, I suspect,” Helena grinned. “It’s been a while for me, too. I really don’t like pantyhose.”

“Huh?” Sharon said, ripping open the package. Two pieces fell out, making her frown.

“Oh, I never wear them,” Helena said. “I always wear stockings, even at work. Here,” she said, handing Sharon something white. “You’ll need this.”

“What’s this?” Sharon frowned.

“A garter belt,” Helena grinned.

“Helena,” Sharon said dryly. “I’ve never, ever worn a garter belt. Didn’t those go out with the dark ages or something?”

“Not entirely,” Helena grinned. “There’s something so much sexier about it, I can’t describe it. Think how thrilled Dave will be when he discovers it. Besides, had you ever worn handcuffs this time yesterday?”

“Uh, yeah, well,” Sharon gulped, and remembered the wonderful night just past. Helena had been right so far. Oh, had she been right. Seven, eight, nine, whatever times right…

“If you’ve never worn one,” Helena replied. “You might not realize that it’s supposed to go on under your panties. It helps when you have to go to the bathroom.”

“And other times,” Sharon grinned, getting the point.

“That, too,” Helena grinned back.

“Hey, look,” Sharon said. “I mean, well, I hope we didn’t keep you awake last night?”

“Don’t be silly,” Helena laughed. “I didn’t notice a thing. Did you sleep well?”

“More or less,” Sharon said, starting to pull on the garter belt. “I mean, strange bed, and all.”

“Yeah, it was a little difficult,” Helena agreed. “Did you have any problem with the handcuffs?”

“No, no real problem,” Sharon grinned. “It is kind of fun, you know?”

“Oh, yes,” Helena agreed. “I know.”

“I’ll bet you do,” Sharon shook her head as she tried to figure out how the garter belt worked. “I’ll bet you do.”

“It took me longer to figure it out,” Helena said lightly. “Anyway, since we’re going all the way, how about a little makeup?”

Sharon sighed. “Again, Helena, do you know how long it’s been since I wore makeup?”

“A long time?”

“Not since we were kids and we used to play around with it.”

“That was kind of fun,” Helena agreed. “Of course, growing up Methodist, we didn’t learn a lot about makeup. That’s something else I learned from my college roommate. I’ll be glad to give you a quick job, and I’ll bet it will please Dave.”

“Well,” Sharon said. “I do like to please Dave.”

It wasn’t a quick makeup job, it was a serious one; it took close to half an hour, running to both fingernail and toenail polish, and her hair being put up. Helena had obviously learned a lot since the two had played around with makeup as kids, and Sharon learned a lot that she had never known in those few minutes. “God, I’m wondering what Dave will think,” she said by the time it was nearly complete.

“I think he’ll believe it was worth the wait,” Helena grinned. “I think we’re about ready to check out how your makeover is received.”

“I hope he doesn’t split a gut laughing,” Sharon grumped, as Helena went to the door to call the guys in.

She was standing up, waiting for the verdict, when Dave came in. He took one look, let out a low whistle, shook his head, and said, “Wow, would you check out this serious babe that I’m in love with!”

“You like it?” she asked shyly.

“Honey, you look absolutely magnificent,” he said. “I always thought you could be a real doll if you even half tried.”

Sharon glanced in the mirror, and could hardly recognize herself. She looked gorgeous! It was actually a little depressing. It didn’t take psychic powers to see a lot of clothes shopping ahead, learning about makeup, taking the time… but all of it worth it. “Helena,” she said. “You’re going to have to show me some more of your tricks.”

“No problem,” Helena grinned.

“Now you make me look like a slob,” Dave said, standing there in his t-shirt with a beer ad on it.

“We can probably do something about that,” Andy told him. “Afraid I can’t do much about the pants, but I do have a polo shirt you could wear that would look a little nicer. But as long as you’re with a babe like Sharon, who’s going to look at you, anyway?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to trouble you for that shirt,” Dave agreed. “Unless you’re going to do something like wear a tie.”

“Not with a polo shirt,” Andy said. “Girls, you want to switch the handcuffs back, or just leave them like they are?”

“Let’s switch,” Sharon said, surprising herself a little with the complacency that she made the statement. “Helena, you’ve been so nice to me, the least I can do is let you wear your Soliels.”

It was only the work of a couple minutes to make the switch, again using the trick handcuffs so that neither of the women went without for an instant. It was actually kind of a relief to Sharon; the Hiatts were a lot lighter than the Soliels, she felt free by comparison. This time yesterday, she would never have thought of wearing handcuffs, under any circumstances; now, she found herself looking forward to it. This was going to be fun!

“We going to get some breakfast before we head over to the park?” Dave asked.

“Might as well,” Andy said. “They charge like hell for food over there.”

“We’re not quite ready to go yet,” Helena said. “There’s one more thing.” She got up, went to the suitcase, and pulled out a black leather strap with something shiny on it. She went over in front of Andy, sank to her knees, bowed her head, and held the strap out to him.

As Sharon and Dave looked on, Andy took the strap from her hands, fastened it around her neck, reached in his pocket for a key ring, then locked the lock on the back of her neck. “Rise, my love,” he said. As she got to her feet, he turned to the suitcase, pulled out a chain leash, and snapped it to a ring on the front of the collar. “All right,” he said, “I guess we’re ready. Unless, Dave, it would pleasure you for Sharon to be collared and leashed today.”

Sharon looked at Dave wordlessly, to see him looking back at him, and she was sure the same words were going through his mind as were going through hers: Helena’s cry of the night before, “Oh, my MASTER!”

“Helena,” Dave said hesitantly. “Would you feel more comfortable if you weren’t alone?”

“Of course, sir,” she smiled. “But please, it is not my decision, it is yours and Sharon’s.”

Dave looked at Sharon, a question in his eyes. Outside, Andy had again mentioned upping the ante a bit, but he’d never suggested that anything like this was what he had in mind. On the other hand, he knew that Helena and Andy had done this several times…

“Perhaps I might be of assistance,” Andy said. “Dave, don’t ask her unless you’re ready to put up with the responsibility.”

“Responsibility?” Dave asked.

“Absolutely,” Andy told him. “There’s more to it than her just wearing a collar and leash. You have to be on the other end of the leash, and all the time.” He sighed, and went on. “I don’t know how to say this without it sounding degrading, but think of it as holding the reins of a horse that you absolutely enjoy riding. You can ride it for a while, but you have to take care of it when it’s not being ridden, and that means you have to make sure that it’s well cared for and happy, and doesn’t get the chance to run off. If you can make the horse enjoy the experience, both of being ridden and being led by the reins when it’s not being ridden, you can have a loyal and true friend who will go through hell for you. If you make that horse unhappy, it’ll bite and kick and buck on you and try to run off at the earliest opportunity.”

“I think I see what you’re saying,” Dave said. “Sort of like last night, what you were talking about.”

“Correct, and even more so,” Andy agreed. “When Helena and I do this, which really isn’t real often, she has the easy part. She just has to be led around. I have the responsibility to lead her, watch out for her, defend her, and make her happy, all at the same time. As I’ve told you before, she is not an easy woman to please, and I have to work very hard at it. I have to put up with glares, stupid remarks, insane bullshit. But it is fun if you let it be and approach it with the proper attitude, which at least in part, is intentionally outrageous. If you want to do it, Dave, Sharon, we’ll show you the reins, so to speak. If you don’t want to do it, fine, no big deal. But you’ll never really know what it’s like to be on either end of the leash.”

“I suppose you have another collar and leash,” Sharon sighed at the inevitability.

“Of course,” Andy said. “We sort of expected you might want to try it out. The collar is sort of like the trick handcuffs. It snaps off, and if you feel panicked or threatened, you can take it off in an instant. On the other hand, Dave can lock it on, if you wish.”

“Oh, hell,” Sharon said, shaking her head at her own audacity. “Everything else has worked out so far. Dave, I’m willing if you’re willing. Go ahead and lock it on.”

“If you really want to,” he said, a little dubious himself.

“Get the collar, if you would, please,” Sharon said to Andy.

“Certainly, ma’am,” Andy grinned, and pulled a black strap from the carry-on that Helena had carried, and handed it to her with the smiling words, “If you’re going to do it right, you need to present it to Dave like Helena presented hers to me.”

“I figured that,” Sharon said, walking across the room to Dave. She couldn’t get to her knees as gracefully as Helena had managed – the move obviously took practice – but from her knees, she bowed her head and presented the collar to him. She could feel Dave’s hands shaking as he fastened it and snapped a small padlock through the catch, but she could see his pants in front of her, and could see that he had a serious hard-on, too. Ohhhh, would she have loved to do something about that… but obviously couldn’t right now. But if she could keep him that wound up all day, tonight would be something else.

“Rise, my dear,” he said when he was finished. She stood up and looked at him. “You know,” he observed as Andy handed him a leash and he snapped it to the collar, “I thought that outfit didn’t look quite right without a necklace, but this more than makes up on the accessories. Are you ready for breakfast, my dear?”

Jesus Christ, I don’t believe I’m actually doing this, her mind shrieked, but her words were simpler. “If you wish, sir.”

Sharon’s audacity had worn off by the time they walked to a restaurant up the street, Dave holding her leash carefully in his hand all the way. She was so embarrassed to be out in public, wearing handcuffs and a leash that it wasn’t funny, and she could barely speak. The waitress, of course, was curious. “I gotta ask,” she said. “What’s with the handcuffs and leashes?”

“Simply a precaution,” Andy grinned. “These are wild women, ma’am, and if we didn’t take care, they might run off on us, and who knows what trouble they would get into?”

He said it so smoothly and calmly that the waitress was flabbergasted. “But… but… they let you do that?” she stammered.

“I’ll be honest,” Dave grinned. “A bet is involved.”

“I don’t know,” the waitress said. “It must be a hell of a bet. You’d never get me out in handcuffs and a leash! Ma’am,” she said, directly to Sharon. “I can’t believe you’d actually let him do that.”

“Do you mean to say,” Sharon said, the words coming easily to her lips, “That you don’t have a man who’s so devoted to you that you’d gladly wear handcuffs and a leash in public for him?”

“No, ma’am,” the waitress said instantly. “Not on your life.”

Sharon let out a sigh. “Well, I guess that makes us the lucky ones, doesn’t it?” She glanced across the table at the huge smile of approval that Helena was giving her.

“But… but…” the waitress stammered again, then gave up defeat. “I guess I better get your orders.”

As the waitress left, Helena spoke up. “Sharon, did you really mean that?” she asked.

“Of course I meant it,” she said. “It wasn’t a put on. Why else would I do it?”

“You get it, don’t you?” Helena sighed and shook her head. “It took me months to figure that out, and I could never have put it that well.”

“Yeah,” Sharon said. “I guess I do get it. But then, it helps to have a guy like Dave. I can’t think of anyone else I’d do it for,” she grinned. “Unless maybe I can get your husband away from you.”

“You might have your hands full,” Dave said. “I’ll fight, first.”

“You may think you have me on a leash,” Sharon grinned. “I’ve got a better one on you.”

Andy and Helena looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah,” Andy said finally. “You get it.”

“Get what?” Dave frowned.

“What this is really all about,” Andy said. “I think you get it, too, but can’t quite understand the question. Don’t worry about it, it took me a while to get it, too, and like I said last night, I had it dumped on me a lot harder than you did. Let’s just let things go for a while, and see what happens. You’ll learn it better that way than if I try to tell you.”

The amusement park turned out to be fun. They rode the rides, played the games, hit the booths, and basically had a good time. It was just a touch disappointing; it wasn’t quite the wondrous place that it had been when they were all kids, years before – but it was still a good time, and it was made a whole lot more exciting for Sharon by wearing the handcuffs and leash along with her sister. It put a new spin on the experience; yes, they drew glances and stares, drew funny comments, and yes, they laughed a lot, as if they were enjoying their own private joke, which they were. When everything was said and done, Sharon couldn’t remember having such a good time in years, and it wasn’t the amusement park.

A few incidents did really stick out in her mind a long time afterward. One of them was still fairly early in the morning, when they came across a family with three kids, one of them a pre-schooler who seemed pretty wild. The parents had put him on a harness and leash. He didn’t like it one bit, and he was fighting and throwing a tantrum. They seemed to be nearby several times, and finally, Sharon decided to lend a hand. Motioning Dave to come along, holding onto her leash of course, she walked up to the family and said, “Can I help?”

“I don’t know what you can do,” the woman frowned, without looking up from the boy. “Timmy is really unhappy.”

“Let me see what I can do,” Sharon grinned, and knelt down to the boy. “Timmy, what’s the problem?” she asked.

“I don’t want to wear this,” he said. “I’m a big boy.”

“Timmy,” Sharon smiled. “Look at me.” The boy looked up, anger in his eyes – but they grew wide when they saw that Sharon was wearing the collar and leash, holding the handcuffs up in front of him. “If I don’t mind wearing a leash,” she said. “Why should you?”

The kid immediately stopped his crying; his eyes grew even wider, and his jaw dropped even more. “Now, you be a good boy,” Sharon said. “Don’t run wild on your folks, and give them reason to trust you, and maybe they’ll let you loose if you show them you can be trusted.”

The kid was absolutely without words – as were his parents… “You understand me, Timmy?” Sharon asked gently. The boy nodded his head slowly, unable to speak at the sight. “Now, if you’re a good boy, I’ll bet your parents will let you have a good time.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” he said contritely.

“See you around,” Sharon smiled, and stood up. “You folks have a good day.”

“But… thank you,” the mother said, and then her curiosity got the best of her. “Can I ask what that’s all about?”

“I’m learning a lesson,” Sharon smiled. “Don’t make bets you’re not willing to lose.”

“Oh, yes,” the husband grinned at the sight. “I know how that works. You have a good time; and thank you.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Sharon laughed. “You have a good time yourself.”

The mother looked at her husband. “John,” she said flatly, “don’t even think what you’re thinking.”

“I take the fifth,” he grinned.

“You think that,” she said even more flatly, “and I’m going to think about the second amendment. You know, the one about the right to bear arms.”

Sharon was quite surprised at some unexpected attention they drew – well, that Helena drew. Half a dozen different times, she was stopped, by both men and women, who wanted a look at her Soliels. “Those are really interesting handcuffs,” a number of them said, and Helena was always polite, explaining that they were made in Belgium, designed for long-term wear. Several of those people asked where they could get handcuffs like that… maybe it wasn’t such a private joke, after all.

But the huge epiphany came while she and Dave were sitting on the Ferris wheel, while it was loading. “My God!” she said quietly to him. “Dave, this isn’t a put on, not at all.”

“What makes you say that?” he asked.

“It just struck me. Their wedding,” she whispered. “You weren’t there. Right in the middle of the ceremony, Helena knelt down in front of Andy like she did this morning, took a jeweled choker from the maid of honor, and presented it to him. He fastened it around her neck. My God, at their wedding! They mean it!”

“You sure?” he asked.

“I saw it.” She shook her head. “I’ve seen them do it a couple other times, too, but with necklaces, not with a collar. I never understood it till now, but I always thought there was more going on there than met the eye. I was right.”

“But that means… well, it means they’re serious,” he said. “Not just playing.”

“My God, yes,” Sharon replied. “I mean, I pretty well believed it already, but that proves it! God, at her wedding.” She let out a sigh. “She had on a corset under her wedding dress. It really sucked her waist in. I mean, you could have played the strings like a guitar. She snuck it under everyone’s nose! My sister really is a kink.” She shook her head, and glanced at the handcuffs. “I guess it must run in the family.”

It was an awful lot to assimilate, and Sharon was sure that she’d be months doing it as they sat in the hot tub after it got dark that evening,. She was still wearing the collar and handcuffs, although the dress had been replaced by her somewhat more daring string bikini, although still not as daring as Helena’s. There was a nice fireworks display from the park, and they sat watching it, just sipping at some wine and enjoying a great day. “This has been quite a day,” she said, feeling pretty mellow. “I never believed I’d have as much fun, especially with what we did.”

“You did seem to be having fun,” Andy said. “Not quite what you expected, was it?”

“No,” Sharon said. “I never would have believed it.” She really didn’t believe what happened when they finally got back to the motel room, and Dave discovered that she was wearing a garter belt and nylons. It wouldn’t be fair to say that he raped her, but it happened awful quick and not quick enough for her, at that.

Andy smiled. “I know that Helena and I have thrown an awful lot at you the last day or so,” he said. “And you’ve been a real good sport about it, whether it was your thing, or not. Now, Helena and I would like to do something a little special for you.”

“I don’t know that I can handle much more,” Sharon said. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

“Oh, you’ll like this,” Andy said. “Helena, you want to go get it?”

“Sure,” she said, getting out of the hot tub. “So long as I get some, too!”

“Oh, God,” Sharon said. “After everything the two of you have laid on me, I don’t know if I can handle any more.”

“No more challenges tonight,” Andy said, watching Helena head for the motel room. “Other than to say that I think you’ve handled what we’ve shown you remarkably well. Actually, there are some things to come, but not tonight, and they’re mostly deep thoughts. You’re a little too overloaded for them tonight, but we’ll talk about them tomorrow. Tonight, just enjoy.”

“I sort of thought that you were leading up to a point,” Dave observed.

“I am, or at least I should say, we are,” Andy told them. “But let’s not screw up a pleasant evening by getting into it and taking us away from what we really want to do.”

“What are you going to do to me now?”

“Helena and I have the benefit of some special training,” Andy said mysteriously. “Some of which we don’t need to get into now, but some of which was taught to us by a mysterious, dark old Gypsy lady with a crystal ball and a load of incense, that summoned dark spirits to help her. Now, Helena and I take our Christianity seriously, so we’ve kind of done away with the crystal ball and the incense and the dark spirits, but what’s left is a real, serious hot oil massage that’ll melt you right down to a puddle and wipe out any cares and worries you may have. The first time Helena gave me one, it washed away a daylong migraine in about ten seconds flat, and it got considerably better after that. That’s what you get for being a good sport. And here comes Helena, so we better get you ready. Hop out of the tub, you two, and Sharon, lie face down on the deck, maybe rest your head on your hands. Dave, you can help us, too. It’ll be even better with the three of us working on her.”

“Oh, my,” Sharon said, lying down as ordered, and feeling her string bikini top untied. “You really are the hosts.” In a few seconds, she felt a warm, gooey substance being spread across her back.

She felt Andy’s hands on her shoulders, showing Dave a couple of the moves, then Dave took over there while Andy worked on her midback and Helena on her lower back, just about driving her wild and melting her down like butter at the same time. What an extraordinary sensation! “You know,” she heard Andy say conversationally, “One of the great sages and philosophers of the last century once remarked that there is nothing quite as wonderful and mysterious and entrancing as wet girl flesh. He only missed by a little.”

“You mean, wet and oily girl flesh?” Dave grinned.

“Absolutely,” Andy said. “You’ll have to teach her how to do this to you, and believe me, you won’t regret a minute of it.”

There wasn’t a lot of talking after that, and Sharon just lay there and enjoyed the experience. After a while, she noticed that while it was just as intense as it had been earlier, there was only one set of hands working on her back. Absently, in a corner of her mind, she looked up, and saw that Andy was laying down on the far side of the hot tub, and Helena was giving him a serious massage, too. “Ohhhh, God,” she said. “Dave, that feels absolutely wonderful. It’s just driving me wild. It’s driving me…” she let out a little moan as an unexpected orgasm hit her. Oh, my God, how wonderful…

“Why don’t you two head in?” Helena suggested. “I’m going to stay here and work on Andy for a while, then maybe he’ll give me a really long one. Let’s just figure on sleeping in tomorrow, and taking our time getting up.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” she said, realizing instantly that they were going to be given the chance to do what she really wanted to do, and really be able to let it rock and roll, rather than having to cover up the noise. They took advantage of it so quickly that she ran across the driveway next to Dave, still bare breasted. She was ready to rumble, and so was he, and they didn’t have to hold back.

It went on for an awful long time. Yes, it was a long, hard night, and each of them woke the other up a couple of different times to keep it rolling on well past sunrise. If they were heard, and they didn’t worry much about it, they didn’t notice and they didn’t much care, either.

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