Chapter 5: A Visit
The next morning, I got up before Anne and made coffee. When I heard her stirring, I brought it to her. She smiled at me and stretched and took the cup from me.
"How is my sweet man?" she said.
I loved the way she looked when she woke up, her clear skin with no makeup and her beautiful flaxen hair tangled.
"Good," I said. "How's my sweet girl?"
"I feel great," she said. "How do you feel?"
"Really good," I said.
She sat up in bed and took a sip of the coffee. The sheet fell from her naked chest. She was gorgeous. The key hung between her breasts.
"So, how are you feeling about that thing?"
She pointed with her chin to my crotch.
I looked down. I was in white briefs, but the cage's bulge was visible.
"Why?" I said. "Want to take it off so that we can fuck?"
I pulled the sheet away from her.
She was naked and stunning, wearing nothing but the chain around her neck.
She smiled at me, with a challenge in her eyes.
"That's not the game we agreed to, is it?"
"No."
"Are you tired of the game?" she asked. "Is it too much?"
She put her hand over her beautiful sex, which I had shaved so carefully the day before.
"If you want, we can call it off and go back to our old sex life. Is that what you want?"
"No," I said, too quickly.
"No?" she said, and arched an eyebrow. "You liked it? You liked watching me?"
nodded. My penis stirred in its cage.
She took her hand away from her sex and sat up on the edge of the bed. I was standing between her knees. She wore an innocent smile.
"No regrets?"
I shook my head.
She reached out and yanked down the front of my briefs.
"Poor little guy," she said. "All locked up."
I bit my lip.
She took the cage in her hand.
"Poor Simon. He wants to be locked up. And then he wants not to be locked up. He's complicated."
"He is," I said.
"Tell you what," she said. "Why don't you tell me how you feel about last night, and maybe I'll unlock you for a bit."
"I liked it," I said.
"What did you like?"
"I liked, um, watching you."
She took the key chain off from around her neck.
"Doing what?"
"Everything."
She dangled the key so that it swung back and forth.
"You're going to have to do better than that."
"More specific?"
"A lot more. Come on."
I closed my eyes. Her hand tugged at my cage.
"I liked when you danced."
"And Celeste stripped me for him."
"Yeah. That was the beginning. I loved it. I was so excited."
"Did it make you jealous?"
"Yes, but not really."
"What does that mean?"
I opened my eyes.
"The jealousy is what makes me so aroused, I think."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's weird, but when I see his desire for you, your desire for him …"
She nodded as if she understood.
"It pushes your buttons."
"It does."
She put the key into the lock.
"And later, after the party, you have no regrets?"
I shook my head.
"You want to keep going down this road?"
I nodded my head.
She unlocked the key and removed the cage, being careful not to touch me. I knew that she didn't want me to touch myself. My penis tingled and came to attention.
She looked at it.
"It's like it has a mind of its own," she said.
She put her fingertip on the underside of the glans.
I moaned and wriggled.
"Hold still."
I held still, breathing deeply.
"And what did Little Guy like last night?"
She took her finger away. I moaned.
"Tell me."
"I liked when you sucked him."
"And when I kissed you, after I sucked him?"
"Yes."
She put her finger back. I moaned again.
"And what else?"
"I liked when …"
I was breathing deeply again, focused on the sensation of her finger on my penis.
"Tell me."
"I liked when he fucked you."
"Was that the best part?"
I nodded. "It was."
"It was for me, too," she said, and she put her hand around my penis and started tugging.
I moaned with pleasure and stood still as she yanked it. She looked up at me. I felt myself about to lose control.
"His cock is so big," she said. "I don't know how to explain it."
She took her hand away from my penis, leaving me on the edge of orgasm, gasping. She looked up at me, wearing an innocent expression.
"It's like it stretches me out from the inside," she said. "I kind of lose it. When he's in me I can't think of anything else."
All I could do in response was moan. I wanted her to put her hand back on me.
"I'm so glad you are OK with it," she said. "Because I kind of want his cock again."
She put her hand back on my penis. I moaned.
"Do you want that?" she said. "Do you want him to fuck me again?"
"I do," I said.
She started to tug at me quickly and I lost control, and my seed shot on the hardwood floor.
On Wednesday evening after work, Anne seemed distracted by her phone while she and I sat, enjoying a glass of beer on our little balcony.
I was blathering on about wine when she read something on her phone and interrupted me.
"Oh gosh," she said. "Um, Dave wants to pop by for a visit."
"Really?" I said. "Have you been texting with him?"
I didn't like the idea of secret texting. I knew she and Celeste were texting but I hadn't thought she was messaging with Dave.
"No," she said. "Celeste just told me. Said he's in the neighborhood. He's with his cousin. Should they stop by for a visit?"
"Oh," I said. "Well, I guess so. Sure."
She nodded at me.
"Yeah," she said. "She says he'll buzz up in a few minutes."
I felt odd about this. I had been looking forward to having Anne to myself for the evening. Maybe she would unlock me and we could have sex, I thought. And I thought of Dave and Celeste as being somehow separate from the life we shared in our condo.
Anne stood up. She was still dressed in a blue skirt and white blouse from the office.
"I'm going to change," she said.
I followed her into the bedroom. She removed her boxy blue business skirt and pulled on a figure-hugging black silk skirt. She undid a button on her top and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Do I look OK?" she said.
"You look lovely," I said, and moved to step behind her and put my arms around her. She stepped away, though, to the bathroom. I followed her, feeling like a lost puppy. She pulled her hair out of its bun and shook it loose. She picked up a brush and started working on it.
The buzzer sounded.
"That's him," she said, and turned to look at me. "Go buzz him up."
I did as instructed, then looked around the living room, to see if it needed tidying. It was fine. When I wandered back to the bedroom, Anne was applying fresh lipstick. I moved to kiss her but she turned to give me her cheek.
"Don't muss my makeup," she said.
The bell rang. I went to let in Dave and his cousin, Dexter. They were both wearing jeans and sleeveless black T-shirts with the logo of Dave's company — XTreme Security — on the breast.
Dexter was muscular and black, a bit shorter than Dave and a bit lighter. He had short dreadlocks. He was handsome, with a nice smile and a firm handshake.
I invited them into the living room and offered them beer. When I came back with iced mugs of Yuengling, Anne was standing in front of them.
Dave stood to kiss her, and she also kissed Dexter in greeting.
"Hey," said Dave. "We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd pop in."
"Thanks," said Dexter as he took the beer.
"I'm glad you did," said Anne. "It's great to see you. And this is your cousin?"
She seemed nervous. I stepped beside her, handed her a beer and she took a distracted sip.
"Yes," said Dave. "This is Dexter. He's my cousin from Jamaica. He's been working for us for a few months."
"I didn't know you were Jamaican," said Anne.
"My mother is," said Dave, sitting down on the couch. Dexter sat beside him. I sat down in an armchair. Anne stayed standing in front of Dave and Dexter. She looked so desirable.
"In fact, Dexter and I were driving back to the office from a job and we started talking about what we did this weekend," said Dave.
"Oh yeah?" said Anne.
"Yeah," said Dave. "It started because Dexter had his first taste of American freak this weekend. He was telling me about how he picked up this white girl in a club, college girl, went back to her place, found out that her roommate was up. Dexter thinks, Uh oh. Maybe I'm not going to get lucky. But that's not how it turned out."
"No?" said Anne, turning to Dexter. "What happened?"
Dexter started laughing.
"Really," he said, looking at Dave. "Really, mon? You wan' me tell her?"
"Yeah," said Dave. "Tell her. And cut out the Bob Marley shit."
Dexter fixed Anne with his eyes.
"OK," he said. "Turns out the roommate, another little hottie, really likes black guys. They get me a drink and start talking about sharing me. Next thing I know they're both on their knees, taking turns with my dick."
"Clear case of jungle fever," said Dave. "So I felt I should warn poor Dexter here about the designs that white America has on him, warn him about the ways of the white woman."
They laughed together and Anne joined in.
She put her hands on her hips and smiled at them.
"So you told them about your weekend," she said. "About me. About me and Simon and Celeste."
Dave took a sip of his beer.
"He didn't believe me."
Anne turned to look at Dexter.
"Do you believe him now?" she asked.
Dexter stared at her.
"I believe I do," he said. "But maybe you should tell me, so I really know."
Anne took a sip of her beer and shrugged.
"We had a little party," she said. "It was fun."
She looked over at me.
"Would you agree, Simon?" she asked.
I cleared my throat.
"It was fun," I said.
Dexter looked at me.
"It don't bother you, man, watching your wife like that?" he asked me.
There was a challenge there, a bit of island machismo.
I spread out my hands and shook my head.
"What can I say?" I said. "It does seem crazy. But we all had fun."
Dave stood up then and grabbed Anne by the ass and pulled her against him and gave her a kiss on the lips. She turned her head to kiss him back and took hold of his broad shoulders.
Dave pulled back but kept his hand on Anne's ass.
"You like that?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"I do," she said.
Dave looked over at me.
"Does that bother you, Simon?" he asked. "Or do you like it?"
Anne turned to look at me. I blushed.
"It's all good," I said. My voice sounded odd to me.
Anne looked at me.
"You OK?" she asked.
I nodded at her.
She turned back to Dave and kissed him, sucking on his lower lip and running her hands down his chest to his belt.
She pulled away at the end and turned to look at Dexter, who was sitting on the couch, wide-eyed.
"Do you believe him now?" she asked.
"I do," said Dexter. His voice was hoarse.
Dave cleared his throat. He pulled the bottom of Anne's blouse out of her skirt and undid several buttons.
"I told Dexter that we could likely come over here and fuck you right now," he said. "He didn't believe that at all."
"Um," said Anne. "Um. I don't know."
Dave undid the rest of the buttons and pulled Anne's top down. I was surprised to see that her breasts were bare. At some point she must have taken off her bra. She shook the top off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She took a step back and darted her eyes back and forth at Dexter and Dave. Dave took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it.
"Come here, Cuz," he said, and Dexter stood up. Dave stepped away and Dexter stepped in, taking her breast in his hand. He pulled her to him and she looked up at his face.
"Hi," she said, shyly.
"Hi," he said, and he gave her a little kiss.
He took her ass in his hand and squeezed.
"You are hot," he said, and kissed her again. "Jesus."
She rested her hand on the front of his jeans, where there was a large bulge.
"Oh my," she said, and gripped him through the fabric. "Oh my."
Dave laughed.
"So what do you say?" he said. "Are you ready to get fucked?"
Anne stepped back.
"Only one problem," she said. "It's not a good time."
"What?" said Dexter. "You got other plans?"
"No," said Anne. "It's not a good time, like, time of the month."
"Shit," said Dave.
Dexter laughed.
"I know," she said. "It's not fair. But maybe I could do something for you."
She stepped toward Dave and put her hand on the front of his jeans. Her other hand reached for the front of Dexter's jeans.
"I could, um, maybe, suck you," she said.
She started to move her hands up and down quickly.
"Would you like that?"
Dexter exhaled.
"This is some crazy shit, but sure," he said.
"Start with my cuz," said Dave.
She turned to look at me.
"What do you think, Simon?" she said. "You think that might be a good idea?"
I was unsettled and aroused. I walked over and gave her a kiss.
"Do you want to do that?" I asked her. "Would that make you happy?"
She nodded at me. She still had her hands on the bulges in their jeans.
"I think I want to suck these guys off," she said, shrugging. "Are you OK with that?"
She gave me a charming look, like a schoolgirl caught doing something naughty.
"Do it," I said.
She kissed me again.
"OK, baby," she said. "Will you do me a favor? Will you go to the bedroom and get me a hair elastic? And a towel."
She turned to Dexter and lowered herself to her knees, with her hands on his knees, rubbing her hands up and down his thighs to the bulge in his jeans.
"So," she said to him. "I think I'm about to suck your dick. Is that what you want?"
He wasn't smiling now. He was staring at her. He nodded.
As I left the room, she was unbuckling his belt. I quickly grabbed a hair elastic and towel and returned to see her licking Dexter's penis, very slowly, from bottom to top.
She smiled at me.
"Thank you, Simon," she said.
She pulled her hair back in her hands.
"I don't want my hair to get in the way," she said.
She waited with her hair held back until I realized she wanted me to put the elastic on for her, which I hurried to do.
I handed her the towel, which she placed beneath her knees. Dexter and Dave just stared at her. Dexter held his penis in his hands. Dave was biting his lip.
"I believe we may have created a monster, Simon," he said, and laughed.
Anne turned back to Dexter's penis. She took it in both hands and licked it again, very slowly.
It was lighter than Dave's penis, and smaller, but still huge and dark.
The chain dangling from her neck brushed against her nipples as she moved to take the tip in her mouth.
"Oh," she said. "I forgot again."
She took the chain off her neck and handed it to me.
"Why don't you take off your cage?" she said.
"Thank you," I said. I sank back into the armchair and yanked down my jeans and underwear.
Anne took Dexter in her mouth and started to suck him, very slowly, trying hard to take him deep in her mouth. I undid the lock and took off the cage and watched as she slowly and methodically sucked Dexter's dick. I started to touch myself.
Anne looked adorable, topless on her knees in her black silk skirt. Dexter was grunting with pleasure. He took her head in his hand and guided her up and down.
She mewled happily and gazed up at him. He groaned with pleasure. She stopped for a second, pulled his dick out in front of her and gazed at it. It was shiny with her saliva.
"You enjoying that, Dexter?" she asked. "You like the way I'm sucking your dick?"
He groaned.
"Bomba," he said. "Don't stop."
She grinned and teased him with her tongue.
"I don't speak Jamaican," she said. "Does that mean yes?"
"Yes," he said. "Yes."
She smiled.
"Do you mind if I get a little rougher?"
"Go ahead," he said.
She grabbed the base of his penis hard with her right hand and then crammed it as far down her throat as it could go, struggling with her gag reflex.
She pistoned her head up and down, throat fucking herself. Dexter sputtered with pleasure. Anne was getting messy, with saliva dripping off her chin.
"Wow," said Dave. "You getting good at that."
She looked up at Dave and then slowed her pace as Dexter ejaculated into her mouth with a moan. He held her head in his hands, his eyes tightly closed, holding himself rigid until the tension drained out of him.
Anne pulled herself off of his penis and sat back, smiling. She wiped semen and saliva from her chin. Her makeup was smeared.
"I have been thinking about it," she said to Dave. "On Sunday, when I was sucking you, I had to stop because I couldn't breathe. I wanted to see if I could keep going."
"You're breathing through your nose now," said Dave.
"I'm trying," she said. "I want to learn to do it the way that you like it."
He stood up and undid his jeans. He pulled out his dick and grabbed Anne by the hair.
"Stick out your tongue," he said. "Put your hands behind your back."
She kneeled up straight with her hands gripping her elbows and her mouth wide open.
Dave settled his cock on her tongue.
"You are cute," he said. "You're a little showoff, aren't you?"
She kept her mouth open and tongue out but nodded.
He started to slap his cock on her tongue. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head so that her mouth was on his balls. She licked and kissed them. He moved her head around. She lapped at him eagerly.
He pulled her head back.
"You like that?" he asked her.
She nodded at him.
"I do," she said. "I love your cock."
"Open wide," he said.
She opened as wide as she could and he held her by her hair. He jammed his cock into her mouth and kept pushing, so that it slid down her throat. She gagged but held herself still, taking it all.
He withdrew it and pushed it back in. Her eyes were wide open, seeming to urge him on as he started to fuck her mouth.
It was so rough that I felt like putting a stop to it. Her eyes watered. I stood up and stepped next to her.
She looked over at me. Dave could tell what I was thinking.
"You OK, Anne?" he asked her.
She nodded enthusiastically with his penis still in her mouth.
"She's OK, Simon," he said, and he started ramming his dick in and out of her mouth again, even more roughly. "She likes it."
She looked like a mess, like not my wife, somehow grotesque, with her face stretched around his big penis.
My arousal started to fade and, briefly, I wondered what we had got ourselves into.
Then Dave grunted and pulled out his penis and shot all over Anne's face.
Anne grinned lasciviously, and wiped the cum off her face and licked her fingers.
"Did you like that?" she asked Dave.
He smiled at her. She popped his penis back into her mouth.
"What do you think?" he said.
"I think you did," she said.
She turned to me.
"What do you think, Simon?" she asked. "Is my husband ready for his turn?"
She reached up and grabbed my penis. I was erect again immediately.
"He is," I said. "Really a lot."
She gave me a really nice smile, and took my penis into her mouth, easily taking it all the way.
She pulled it out and looked up at me.
"This is easier to handle," she said, and swallowed it again.
Her words set off some weird pleasure center in my brain and I felt myself almost lose control but managed to keep from exploding immediately.
I had just closed my eyes to try to delay the moment of climax when the apartment buzzer sounded.
Anne, startled, yanked my penis out of her mouth.
"You expecting anyone?" she asked me.
Then she was up on her feet.
"Shit," she said. "I forgot. I'm supposed to play tennis with Nelu. Fuck!"
She stood there a second, glancing at us.
"OK," she said. "I can go play."
She buzzed Nelu up.
"Put your cocks away, boys," she said, and strode to the bedroom. "I'm going to put on my tennis clothes."
Dave and Dexter checked their flies. I quickly pulled on my jeans, tucking my disappointed, shrinking penis away, then I took the towel off the floor and followed Anne into the bedroom. She was just finishing rinsing her face in the en suite bath. She took the towel, wiped her face clean, kissed me perfunctorily, took off her black skirt, put on a sports bra and then hunted around for her tennis skirt.
The bell rang and I went to let Nelu in.
She's Anne's good friend, also in public relations, who lives in the same condo complex. She's also very cute, with a vivacious and flirtatious manner that I enjoy but that also makes me slightly nervous.
She gave me a smile and a kiss at the door. She was wearing a short white tennis skirt and a low-cut white top that showed off the tops of her round, tanned breasts. Her ponytail was pulled back through the little ball cap. She is Indian, with light brown eyes and a beautiful coppery color. She looked sporty and hot.
"Hey, Nelu," I said. "Come in. Anne's just changing into her tennis clothes. This is Dave and Dexter."
They stood up and shook her hand.
"How do you do?" said Dave.
"Wassup?" said Dexter.
"Hi guys," she said. "What's up?"
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," said Dexter.
She gave him a funny look and then Anne came into the room, all dressed for tennis.
"Hola, mamacita" she said, and the two women kissed.
At that moment I noticed that my penis cage was sitting on the coffee table. I stepped in front of it, hoping that Nelu hadn't noticed it. What would it look like to someone who didn't know what it was?
"OK," said Anne, giving me a kiss. "I'm off."
"Have fun," I said.
"Nice to meet you guys," said Nelu.
When they were clear of the door, Dave started laughing.
"Man," he said. "That girl doesn't know what is going on, but she sure thinks something's up."
"She was checking out your little cage, man," said Dexter.
"Fuck," I said. "God knows what she thinks it is."
Dave took out his phone and called Celeste.
"Hey baby," he said. "So me and Dexter are over here at Anne and Simon's, and I have to say for once one of your plans didn't work out exactly as intended. No. They were glad to see us, but Anne was on the rag, so she blew me and Dexter. Yeah. It was awesome. She is getting way better at it. She just got started on poor Simon when the doorbell rang. She forgot about a tennis date, and her friend Nelu came in, and then the girl spied Simon's cage sitting on the coffee table. Kept looking back at it, wondering what it was. Likely wondering what we were doing."
I could hear Celeste's laughter on the phone. Then Dave handed the phone to me.
"She wants to say hi," he said.
"Hey Little Guy," she said. "Was that fun? Were you surprised? I hoped that it would be fun for you. Something unexpected."
"Yeah," I said. "It was fun. It could have been a bit better, I suppose, if Anne hadn't forgot about her tennis date."
"I know," she said. "Bad luck for you."
"Yes," I said.
She giggled.
"Well," she said. "I think you'd better put that bad boy back in his cage. I don't think Anne would want you touching yourself while she's gone. OK?"
I swallowed. Celeste wanted me to put on the cage. The idea sent a little jolt to whatever weird part of my brain gets excited by that kind of thing, and I started to get hard.
"Um," I said. "I don't know if that's necessary. She's not going to be gone for long."
"I want you to do it," she said. "Right now. OK? While you're on the phone with me."
"OK," I said. "I will."
I picked up the cage and stepped into the bedroom for some privacy. I dropped my pants and fit it on my penis and locked it.
"OK," I said. "I'm locked up again."
"Good boy," she said. "Now give Dave the key. We'll give it back to you on Saturday, at our place."
I hadn't expected that.
"Um," I said. "But Anne might want to finish what she started when she gets back."
"I know," said Celeste. "It's sad for both of you. But she'll have to wait. OK?"
"OK," I said. "I guess so."
I walked back into the living room.
"I want you to be ready for what I have planned," she said. "OK? Do you trust me enough?"
"I do," I said.
"OK," she said. "You won't be sorry. Now give Dave the key and the phone."
When Anne came back from tennis, Nelu came with her for a few beers, so we didn't have a chance to talk alone until we were getting ready for bed.
"So," I said as I undressed. "Celeste made me lock myself up and give Dave the key."
I waggled the cage at her, to illustrate my tale of woe.
"I know," said Anne, as she peeled off her tennis clothes and headed for the shower. "Poor Simon."
I stood in the bathroom door as she showered, and watched as she rubbed shampoo into her hair.
"I had been thinking that you might be going to suck my dick," I said. "So I was kind of reluctant to put the cage back on."
"I was planning on sucking your dick," said Anne, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. "It only seemed fair, after I sucked Dave and Dexter."
"I know," I said. "That was my opinion, too."
"But Celeste had a different opinion," she said. "So …"
She looked up at me and shrugged.
"She wants to choreograph everything," she said, turning off the water. "We've kind of agreed to that."
"I know," I said, and got a towel for her. She stepped out and held her arms above her head and I gently toweled her off.
"No second thoughts?" she asked me, and wrapped her arms around me.
"Not so far," I said.
We kissed and I followed her into the bedroom. She flopped down onto the bed.
I lay down next to her and we kissed for a while.
She drew my hand down to her sex and my head to her breast.
Gently, I sucked her breast and rubbed her clitoris.
"Mm," she said. "That's so nice."
After a few minutes, I moved down to lick her, gently lapping at her clitoris.
"I liked that today," she said as I licked her. "It felt so outrageous to just blow them both. Did you like it? It seemed to turn you on."
I stopped licking her to answer.
"It did," I said. "A lot."
"I really did want to practice my technique," she said. "I wanted to show Dave that I could improve. He's so big. It's different from sucking you. I need to concentrate on opening my throat. With you, I can just pop it in my mouth."
Her words made my belly sink and my penis stiffen. I writhed as I licked at her, rubbing my cage against the sheets.
I eased my fingers inside her and started to rhythmically press against her G spot. She moaned, a deep sound of pleasure.
"It's so different sucking a cock that big," she said. "It can kind of hurt. But I don't mind. I want to please him."
I was in sweet torment.
"I'm a bit obsessed with his cock right now," she said. "The way he fills me up …"
She interrupted her own words to moan.
"Do you mind when I talk like that?" she asked me.
"No," I said. "I like it."
"Celeste said you like it," she said. "She said I should tell you how I feel about Dave. She said we should be open about our feelings. She also said it turns you on."
"Yes," I said. "It does."
"Well," she said. "I keep thinking about how great it felt when he fucked me. I can't wait until he fucks me again. I want to please him. I hope that I please him. I'm thinking about him all the time. I have a crush on his cock."
She arched her back and moaned when I pushed my fingers in a little farther. Her moans got deeper and then she gasped and held my head still as she orgasmed.
Then she pulled me up and she kissed me gently and told me that she loved me.
"Poor Simon," she said, and ran her fingers lightly over my testicles. "I wish I could make you cum."
"Me too," I said. "A lot."
"I guess it will make Saturday even more intense. Are you looking forward to it?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm a bit nervous, but more excited."
"I trust Celeste," said Anne. "There are times that I'm afraid I'll be jealous of her, because she has Dave's cock to herself whenever she wants him. And I worry that I'll be so into my own feelings that I'll forget about your feelings. So I'm glad Celeste is in charge of making sure that everyone's OK."
On Saturday morning, as I was sitting on the balcony drinking coffee and reading my phone, Anne came out in her panties and took me by the hand.
"Come on," she said. She led me to the shower, dropped her panties and pulled me in. We kissed under the hot water and then she pointed to the razor and cream.
"Would you mind?" she said.
My penis was throbbing in its cage as I knelt before her.
It continued to throb while I dried her and as she chose her lingerie — a simple white bra and panty — and pulled on a simple white cotton dress.
She picked out white briefs for me, black jeans and a white shirt.
We stopped to look at ourselves in the mirror before we left. We looked great, I thought, tanned and healthy and attractive. How odd that we're headed out into the sun to play as sex slaves, I thought.
"I wonder if we know what we're getting ourselves into," I said to the reflection of Anne.
She fixed my reflection with a warm gaze, then turned and pierced the unreality of the situation with a kiss.
"Obviously we have no idea," she said, looking up at me. I turned to her. "But I don't think either of us want to back out just yet. Do you?"
"No," I said, and kissed her. "Not yet."
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