Incest/Taboo Peeping Tom

"Come on Tom. While mom's making a fresh pot of coffee, I'll take you on a quick tour of the house here," Rub said taking my hand. I followed, but didn't see the logic in her doing so. Our units were basically identical in design. Standard three bedroom, sitting dining room, full bath and half bath. And though they certainly had a lot more tastefully designed furniture than I did, I again didn't see the reason for her offer.

Until she led me into what was the master bedroom. Again, similar to my own. But the difference was, neither one of them was using it for that reason. Both Rub and Darlene were using the other, slightly smaller bedrooms for themselves.

"And this...is what we call, the 'fun-room'," she said leading me inside. Almost immediately, I could see why they would call it that. The first thing I noticed was another large 55-inch flat screen TV mounted on the far wall. A very large, very comfortable looking couch sat across from that. Below the TV, almost the entire wall was mirrored. Sitting on the couch, one could easily see themselves sitting there. Along the other wall was what appeared to be an entertainment center, though there were several drawers and cabinets that one could easily see were filled with several very interesting looking items. Vibrators galore for one thing, along with a pretty impressive collection of x-rated videos, and other kinds of toys, many of which I had no clue as to their purpose. Alongside the couch off to one side, I also saw what Rub described as a sex-swing, hanging and secured from the ceiling.

"Wow," I exclaimed taking it all in. "I can see why you would call it this. I take it...you do some additional entertaining in here then?" From the looks of it, I couldn't imagine that only the two of them ever used it.

"Yeah, every couple of months or so, mom hosts what is called a masturbation party. Several of the people who live here in this complex come to it, along with a few other friends we know and have known for years."

"Masturbation party?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, and strictly that too. Nothing else. Early on, we decided to limit it to just that, figuring that would weed out anyone else who might think there'd be opportunity to get away with doing anything else. We figured they could always go home with others who might be interested if that was the case, but not here. Here...it's strictly about that. Mutual masturbation, solo...or just watching or being watched. Whatever floats your boat. But it's turned out to be a very erotic happening whenever we hold one of these parties. It might surprise you just how sensual and exciting something as simple as that can turn out to be."

Just from what I was seeing, and imagining now...I had no reason to doubt her claim.

"As a matter of fact, we're planning on having a party this weekend. I do hope you'll give some thought to coming over and attending."

I'd have to think about that, and told her so. "Perhaps after I hear a bit more about it," I explained. "Being new to all this and all," I said looking down at myself, standing there with nothing on except for the tee shirt I'd been wearing. Surprised that I could feel somewhat comfortable standing here like this after having just drenched her mother's tits with copious amounts of my cream only minutes ago. A woman I had in fact just formally met. Though having done that, I was also thinking that a masturbation party might be an interesting event to at least have a look at. After all, Rub had stated that some people actually attended who just preferred to watch everyone else while they stood jerking themselves off. I might not even do that much...but I could certainly watch.

We were still standing there in the fun room when Darlene came walking in, joining us.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"I like it. It's very...interesting," I said once again taking notice of the three of us in the mirrors there on the wall.

Now standing there, the three of us looking back at ourselves, Darlene continued. "Surprises you doesn't it?" She asked. "Amazing how erotic it really can be, to sit there and watch yourself in the mirror, almost like watching a movie of yourself in a way. One of the best icebreakers imaginable. Something about doing that, allows most people who come to my parties, to shed their inhibitions, if they even have any...almost immediately."

I could easily see why. I was starting to get stiff again standing there looking at the three of us. My rapidly hardening dick was giving myself away. And it of course didn't go unnoticed either.

"See Rub? Told you it probably wouldn't take very long," Darlene quipped. "So Tom, how'd you like to sit down on the couch here with us, and enjoy a mirror show?"

I found...I was all for it.

It was a perspective you just didn't get, unless you were actually watching a video of yourself. Sitting down on the couch, now sandwiched between my new neighbors, I took delight in the image there in front of me, as each of them reached over, placing their hands on my cock, and began fondling and playing with it as we all watched.

With nowhere else to put my own hands, they just naturally seemed to gravitate between the legs of the two women sitting on either side of me. Sitting there watching myself doing that in the mirror, added a very sensual dimension to all this as I did so. It was almost like there were two "me's" doing this, as I slipped a finger inside each woman. The subtle, somewhat similar differences of each adding to the eroticism, as I explored, played and toyed with their respective cunts. Simultaneously of course, the two of them, fondling and playing with me, touching places on my cock in so different a way, that it was escalating the intensity of pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Rubbing, fingering...I could feel the hardness of Darlene's clit, the succulent sucking of her slippery gash as I drove my finger in and out of her slowly, methodically...teasing and toying with her. Even as I did that, I simultaneously probed, teased and delighted myself...as well as the girls as Becca's, (Rub's) equally wet split, sloshed...sucked and squished against my thrusting finger. Her noticeably larger clitoris was interesting to touch, feel...and even clasp between my fingers, as I pulled on it gingerly at first. Jacking it like a miniature cock, though she had instructed me to do so for her.

"Ooh, I like that Tom," she purred contentedly. "Just like that baby, work it up and down...pull and pinch it for me just the way you're doing. Drives me nuts feeling that," she trembled, her body involuntarily shaking a little as I toyed with her hard stiff clitoris.

Darlene was enjoying herself too. Moaning and groaning pleasurably as I now added a second finger to her sloppy wet snatch. I was enjoying the sounds of their gushy slick quims, all the while watching ourselves in the mirror across from where we were sitting. The accompaniment of their respective, free-flowing juices, adding to the images we sat watching in one another. Even my own dick was once again leaking like a sieve here as the girls took turns squeezing it, coaxing more and more pre-cum fuck juice from the tip, which they then used to further stimulate and pleasure me with.

"Boy your dicks hard!" Rub quipped.

"Isn't it though?" Darlene added to that. "Almost like holding onto a miniature baseball bat here. I mean look Rub...look how hard and swollen his dick head has gotten here. All deep purple, throbbing, and juicing for us so lovely here!"

All this dirty sex-talk was having an additional effect on me. Along with the sounds, we were each making with our juice-fluids, and the vision of seeing it simultaneously through the mirror, soon had me hovering on the edge again, quite unexpectedly. As though sensing it, Darlene removed her hand from my prick, now taking it in her own, placing it on my shaft. Rub surprisingly did the same, seeing her mother doing so.

"Ok Tom...stroke it for us. Make yourself cum now. Make it squirt...pleasure yourself for us while we watch, and while you watch us doing the same for you."

Again...it was like a scene in a movie. My total and complete lack of inhibitions as I now sat excitedly stroking my own cock, in the manor that I had only up until now...felt comfortable enough doing in the privacy of my own bedroom. I now slapped, bent, and toyed with my own dick in the way that no one else had, or did...besides myself. Both mother and daughter took delight in seeing me doing so, likewise touching themselves in their own unique pleasurable preferred ways. Darlene, preferring now to palm, cup, and at times actually slap her juicy split. Rub...spreading herself even more obscenely there on the couch. One hand helping to spread herself further. The other...three fingers grasping and tugging...pulling on her massive clit as she teased and stroked it.

"Make it squirt baby!" Rub cried out, now pulling even harder on herself.

"Yes Tom, yes!" Darlene said joining in. "Yank that fucking cock of yours...make it spurt, let it juice baby. We want to see all that delicious cum-cream of yours pouring out of that lovely hard cock you're playing with!"

I couldn't have stopped the deluge of spunk that was about to explode from my dick if I'd tried. With a low deep-throated grunt of release, I felt the first massive surge suddenly erupt. Sitting there looking at myself in the mirror, something I had never done or actually seen before, I was actually fascinated at the sudden streamer of white cream that shot high up into the air. One right after the other. Long stringy ropes of semen that began to liberally spray almost everywhere. Much of it arching up and outwards towards the very mirror across from us. Again...it was eerily hot, seeing my own semen spurting out, leaping away, but then looking up, and seeing it actually coming towards me too.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" I cried out jacking my prick almost violently now, though both Darlene as well as Rub seemed to be doing the same thing to themselves as their own orgasmic eruptions now joined my own. Even Darlene had a nice little ejaculate that made her appear as though she was peeing. Though she wasn't of course. I watched her own naughty spurts now joining my own, the laminated flooring in front of us, soon wet and glistening with puddles of our combined spunks littering the floor.

I took my laundry back home. To be honest, I could even remember the last time I'd had two very intense, very pleasurable orgasms like that in one morning before. Added to that, was the fact that nothing else had really happened either. Though there had been some obvious touching, I was more stunned, and yet again...aroused by the fact it had been as intensely pleasurable as it had been, and had been simple-pure masturbation. I knew then, if it could be like that, Darlene's parties were no doubt even more exciting and arousing. And something I was admittedly now...looking forward to.

Even as I began putting my clothes away, I began wondering what it might cost to mirror one wall of one of my totally unused, un-needed bedrooms. And then, "Why bother?" I thought. "I have hot, sexy neighbors who've already done that!" In addition, I knew immediately, I intended to exploit that whenever the opportunity was afforded to me.

As pleasant as the morning had been, I was NOT looking forward to the afternoon. I had purposely chosen this new place to live for several reasons. One of which, was that it was a lot closer to where I worked. But the other...was that it was as far away from my soon to be ex-wife as I could physically make it. The fact that Karen was going to have to drive well over an hour to drop off some paperwork that needed to be signed, was a nice little inconvenience for her, which gave me a small measure of pleasure. Having to actually see her though, didn't. She was due to arrive in about an hour from now, though I hoped her visit would be as short and brief as our marriage had been.

I spent what little time I had before Karen's arrival, straightening up a few things, arranging what furniture and possessions I did have so as not to put on the appearance that I was destitute, or insufficient at being able to take care of myself. Silly, I know...but I didn't want her gloating over the fact that this divorce was hurting me more than it would eventually be hurting her. She was, after all...the one who had eventually caused it. Even as I heard the doorbell, heading over to answer it, I glanced outside in passing. Sure enough, Rub was lying outside on her balcony, enjoying the sun, entirely nude. Even as I stepped towards the door, an idea was just then coming into my head.

"I could actually have some fun with this," I thought, answering the door. "Karen."

"Tom," Karen said looking at me, an almost sad expression on her face.

"Come in, you brought the papers with you yes?" She nodded her head, handing me a large manila envelope. "Can I get you something to drink while I quickly look through these?" I asked.

"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you."

Leading Karen into the house, she quite naturally gravitated over towards the open door leading out onto my balcony. It was after all quite spacious, and eye-catching. "Nice deck," she said not quite yet stepping out.

"Yes it is. Why don't you have a seat out there? I'll bring you a drink, and then I can sit down and read through this. The lights better outside anyway." I was grinning from ear to ear as I fixed Karen a stiff drink, I figured she would be needing it as I returned moments later.

"Nice view." She was looking across the way.

"Yes it is, isn't it?" I responded, not bothering to look up, or even over at where I knew Rub was laying, top-side up this time, which made things even more interesting as I took a seat, beginning to glance through all the legal-eez of the documents I was holding. Out of the corner of my eye, Karen sipped on her drink, winced...but said nothing about that.

"I take it you've already met your new neighbors she asked?" This time I did glance up, and over. Almost as though on cue, Rub smiled, and even waved at me. I waved back, and then went back to my reading.

"You might could say that... yes."

"Isn't she...a bit young?" Karen said with a sour taste in her tone of voice.

"Becca? No...not really," I said using that name. I figured even as much as I would have liked to, trying to explain her nickname would have only aggravated the situation further. Just saying that much produced the desired results anyway.

"I see...so you have met her."

"Yes, sweet girl," I added glancing up again, though Rub had resituated herself, now laying face down, her exquisite little ass so invitingly exposed.

I again watched out of the corner of my eye as Karen folded her arms beneath her breasts in the way she had always done, whenever she was annoyed with something. "She still looks awfully young," she said more to herself than to me even, though speaking up again adding..."And to be laying out side like that, in the middle of the day, when just about anyone could see her. Just isn't right. I bet her mother wouldn't approve. I know if I was her mother..."

Karen didn't finish though. As though again on cue, and much to my delight and surprise, Darlene came wandering out herself, as though this had been planned ahead of time. It couldn't have worked out any better. And though Darlene wasn't naked...I knew just in looking at her, she soon would be. She was wearing her light blue Kimono again, so it was only a matter of time now. "And that...is Darlene. She IS the mother," I said grinning and then purposely waved catching her attention, as Darlene smiled, waving back...and simply dropped the robe she had on, down onto her lounge chair. Now they were both naked.

"That's...that's disgusting!" Karen spat, refolding her arms beneath her breasts again as though in emphasis of that.

"Why? What's so disgusting about that?" I asked now looking over, admiring the two of them as Darlene settled back into her chair, sunglasses on. I couldn't help wondering if she was looking over here wondering about Karen. It was obvious that she and Rub were discussing something. I knew then, I'd have to fill them in later, and thank them for the timely show. It couldn't have worked out any better for me. "They're just sun-bathing!"

"But they're...they're mother and daughter! They're naked, and they're...anyone can look over and see them laying there like that!"

"Yeah? So? And what's it hurting if they are? You see anyone beside's yourself complaining?"

Good old Steven. When he strolled outside naked, I thought Karen was going to faint. I figured then it was about time to sign the papers, send Karen on her way, before Steven decided that our sunbathing neighbors were worth masturbating to.

I escorted Karen to the door, saw her out, and then turned heading back outside to the balcony. I was still grinning as I looked over and waved at Steven, even though I hadn't met him officially yet. He waved back however, pointing across the way at the neighbors. I nodded, and then grinned some more. Dropping my shorts down around my ankles. I stood as naked as he was, just as Karen entered the courtyard heading out towards the parking area. She glanced up towards my unit, as I hoped she might, and watched her actually stumble, nearly careening into the decorative pond as she ran her foot into the brick runners surrounding it. I pretended not to notice, not even looking at her as she made her escape. The only thing that could have made it any better, is if David and Crystal had been outside on their deck fucking. Though when Karen turned again just before disappearing around the side of the building, I saw her stumble again as she craned her neck looking up one last time.

I was still standing against the railing, and my cock, was nice and hard too.

I'd actually been half expecting it, so I wasn't at all surprised when my doorbell rang a hour later. Rub stood there with a basket of laundry.

"Hi, was just running down to do a last load, thought I'd stop by and see if you had any colors needing washing. No sense wasting a full load when I don't have one."

"A couple of shirts is all," I said inviting her in. "You don't really have to do this either. They can wait until I have another full load myself."

"Don't be silly, might as well save us both a little time and trouble. Speaking of which, that looked like trouble sitting outside on your balcony earlier," she asked without asking.

"In a way...but not for too much longer," I told Rub. "That's my soon to be ex-wife."

"Ah we thought so, didn't bet on it though. We were both right. Figured the way she was sitting all pissy-posed, she wasn't too keen on seeing your new neighbors out sun-bathing in the all together."

"Actually Rub, it couldn't have worked out any more perfectly, even with Steven suddenly walking outside when he did. Just seeing you and your mom was enough." That made her laugh.

"Well good, glad it helped some anyway. In the meantime, go grab your shirts. I have another reason for taking you back down to the laundry with me."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I saw Jan and Stacy heading down there a few minutes ago. They're the lesbians I told you about that live below us. Always interesting being around those two. I think they're even more horny than I am half the time," she told me. "Figured you might as well meet them anyway, before the weekend preferably. They love coming to mom's nasty parties."

"They do?"

"Oh yeah...they do. Told me a long time ago, they get off on watching guys jacking off other guys as much as most guys enjoy watching two women together. Go figure. But like Jan once told me, just because they're lesbians, and prefer women, especially on a more intimate level, they still get off on watching a guy jacking himself off. Really turns them on seeing that. And turns me on watching the two of them going at it. If we're lucky, they just might be already involved by the time we get down there."

I was getting hard again just thinking about that. "Let me grab my shirts," I said, and then sprinted off back into the bedroom.

I followed Rub downstairs soon entering the laundry/service area. Jan and Stacy were standing in the far back, smiling upon seeing Rub, and then curiously looking towards me as I entered in behind her. I noticed almost immediately that the two girls were very similar in height and appearance as Rub quickly made introductions. Stacy had long red hair currently pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a white 'wife-beater' tee, and a very short pair of blue running shorts. She was small breasted, almost flat, but as tight as the tee was...her nipples still stood prominently poking against the material of her tee shirt. Jan had shorter hair, shoulder length, dishwater blonde in color. I also noticed beneath the sports bra she was wearing, that she had slightly larger breasts though very possibly flattened out some from the top she had on. But she too seemed to be sporting rather hard nipples as well, which hinted at some sort of activity that had been taking place just prior to our arrival.

"Jan? Stacy? This is Tom. He just moved into the third floor unit across from us," Rub said by way of introduction. They finally smiled again, even shaking hands with me as we stood there for a moment longer, though I felt a little awkward as it was again evident that we'd interrupted something. As though feeling their uncertainty, Rub continued. "No worries...he's cool," she stated. "He's even planning on coming to mom's party Saturday." Upon hearing that, the girls immediately seemed to relax, though still questioning.

"How cool?"

"Very. Mom and I have already played with him...a couple of times," she now told them both. They were now grinning.

It was at that moment that the washing machine they'd been standing next to appeared to be going into the spin cycle. "Stacy was just about to take Buck for a ride. He cool enough for that?" She asked.

"Oh yeah. Way cool. Go for it!" Rub told her.

"Buck?" I questioned, still eyeballing the girls, but trying not to be too obvious about it. Which Stacy quickly made impossible for me to do, as she suddenly removed the short pair of shorts she'd been wearing, and hopped up onto the washing machine. I was now staring at her bald hairless pussy.

"Yeah, we call it the Bucking Bronco," Stacy giggled further. "It's slightly off-balance. So when it goes into the spin cycle, it gives off a rather interesting ride if you know what I mean," she told us...positioning herself on the edge, going so far as to actually spread herself over one corner of the unit as it began picking up speed and beginning to bounce around some.

"There he goes!" Jan called out excitedly. "Ride him baby...ride him!"

Stacy was obviously...very obviously enjoying her ride on Buck. But even as she did, she once more addressed me as I stood there looking on, watching her masturbate herself basically while riding the edge of the washing machine.

"So Tom...you cum a lot when you squirt?" She asked, her face screwed up in pleasure even as she asked me the somewhat strange question. I took a second to glance over towards Rub, unsure if I should...or even would respond to that. But Rub answered for me.

"He sure as hell does. Should have seen mom's tits earlier," she smiled. "He really drenched them!" Rub then turned towards me. "Like I said Tom, just because their lesbo's...doesn't mean they don't enjoy seeing a man's dick squirting." Then Jan spoke.

"Yeah, enjoy seeing a man's prick doing that," she added. "Not into feeling his juice though, or even having it on me...or us," she added to that looking at her partner. "But we both enjoy watching a guy come. Something very fascinating about watching that. Especially watching two guys jacking one another off," she then said. "Ever done that Tom?" She wondered.

"Ah...no. I haven't. Not really my thing," I told her honestly.

"Bet you enjoy watching two girls together though don't you?" She now asked, Stacy still looking on, though her facial expression was taking on even more of a pleasured look as she sat there gyrating herself on the edge of the wildly bouncing washing machine.

I chuckled at that. She had me there. And images of the two of them, perhaps with Rub in fact, were now filling my head.

"We'll have to see if we can entice you and Steve to pull on one another's puds for us," Jan quipped. "He's straight as rain too...so far there's not really been any decent opportunity to convince him to do that for us. It would be interesting to see if we could get two straight guys to yank on one another's cocks at the party."

I shook my head in disbelief. Rub had been right, these two were just as crazy, if not more so...than she was. "I don't know, not sure that's something I'd be real comfortable with," I told all three of them.

"Ah come on Tom. If you do...then Stacy and I both will give you a nice slick, slippery hand-job. Wouldn't you get off on getting a hand-job from two lesbians?" The idea was tempting I'll admit. But even with that kind of an incentive, I just wasn't sure that was a line I was willing to cross. Though I was the first to admit, I'd crossed a lot of lines lately that I had never intended to.

"We'll see," I said simply, hoping to put an end to this line of discussion for now anyway.

"Fair enough," Stacy responded to that as the washer finally started to slow. She hopped down now, turning back towards her girlfriend. "Finish me off baby. I got close...but not close enough," she frowned.

Almost immediately Jan lifted up Stacy's tee, revealing her very small, yet enticing looking mounds, especially with her nipples sticking out a good inch or so, nice and thick too as Jan thumbed them both briefly for a moment. "Come on Rub...help me out here," she coaxed. "Play with her tits while I do her pussy."

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Rub immediately walked over, her hands quickly capturing Stacy's hard extended nipples as she began pulling on them. It was obvious this wasn't the first time, as Stacy immediately threw her head back in pleasure. Jan now reaching down between her friend's legs, immediately inserting a finger where she now proceeded to finger-fuck the girl right there in front of me. Admittedly, standing there watching this was getting me aroused. Awkwardly so. As exciting as it was, I actually considered turning and walking away, leaving the three of them to their fun.

"Making you horny?" Jan asked. "Seeing three girls fooling around together?" She pointedly looked down between my legs, smiling. "Go ahead...take it out, jack it off for us. I know you want to," she grinned even more broadly.

"Go ahead Tom," Rub agreed. "It would be fun watching you do that, while standing there watching us...wouldn't it girls?" She asked, receiving nods of the head as hands and fingers suddenly got even busier amongst all three of them. Stacy now reaching up to lift Rub's tee up and over her head, as Jan shimmied out of her sports bra and shorts. Within moments, all three girls stood there entirely naked in front of me. I glanced back towards the door...slightly concerned and worried.

"Don't be," Rub told me. "Just about everyone else in this place has their own washers and dryers. We're about the only ones ever come in here to use these. And even if anyone else did come in...I can almost guarantee you, they'd end up joining us anyway."

Feeling only slightly better upon hearing that, I still nervously unzipped the shorts I had on, now wishing I wasn't wearing briefs, as I had to fight with those for a moment. "Just drop em," Stacy urged. "I want to see how your ass looks anyway."

Throwing caution to the wind, I did exactly that, actually stepping out of my shorts and briefs, until I stood there next to them, cock stiff and straight as they looked on, waiting for me to start working it for them.

"Go on Tom. Play with it. Make it squirt for us," Jan teased, though adding. "Just make sure you aim it away from us when you finally do come!"

"Or...you can aim it on me," Rub giggled. "You know I like feeling your man sauce."

"Yep, definitely more straight than bi even," Stacy chuckled. "But she does have a nice slick pussy," and one hell of an amazing clit too!" She further grinned, now stroking Rub's clit as Jan continued fingering her.

I began stroking my cock, thoroughly enjoying the show, especially when Stacy began to climax. She left off fingering Rub's clit, suddenly grasping one of her large breasts, squeezing it almost cruelly as she came, screaming and crying out her pleasure at the top of her lungs. Rub was laughing, though wincing through it as Stacy continued to dig her fingers into the poor girls flesh.

"Sometimes you can hear her in the middle of the night whenever she comes like this," she laughed. "Never heard a woman come louder before."

I was suddenly worried again, that someone had heard, and might step in to the laundry room to investigate. Then suddenly she quit screaming, and finally let go of Rub's tit. "Sorry about that Rub...but you know me. I just have to have a tit in my hand, or mouth...whenever I come like that."

"Glad it was yours this time, and not mine," Jan stated. "They're still a bit sore and tender from last night!"

It was then that the washer had stopped entirely. "Ah...time to remove the clothes and put them into the dryer," Stacy said. "And then it'll be your turn!" She said kissing Jan fully, and quite passionately on the mouth. "In the meantime Rub...how about jacking off our new friend here while we watch?" She asked. The two girls hurriedly removing the clothes, before helping Rub to deposit her basket of clothing, along with my two shirts into "Buck" as they called the washer.

Having done that, Jan jumped up onto the washer, though it would be a while yet before Buck started doing its thing again. Stacy now standing in front of her however, helping to spread her legs quite a bit, and proceeded to insert two fingers inside her friend, teasing and pleasing her as Rub came over, now standing behind me. In seconds, I felt her hands reaching around, grabbing both my prick and balls from behind as she slowly started jacking me off again.

"Kind of like doing it this way," she told everyone. "Almost as though I'm the one who actually has a dick to play with." The other two laughed.

"Know what you mean Rub," they both said. "Which is one of the reasons we got that new strap-on we showed you last week. You know, the one we can fill up full of milk? And then pump out as though it's actually squirting? Kind of interesting doing that, so we sort of know what you mean," Jan finished, moaning by way of emphasis as Stacy began flicking the girls exposed clit with the tip of her finger.

"Yeah, and the nice thing is...don't mind it when she says's let me cum in your mouth either!" Jan said winking at me.

"Go ahead Rub. Work him for us. See if you can time it's squirting to when the washer goes into the spin cycle for Jan here."

She in fact pulled it off. Literally, and figuratively speaking. I saw and heard Jan climax, as I did...Rub quickly stepping back around in front of me, catching most of my thick hot streamers of cum on her tits as she finished milking me off against them. When it was all over, I hurriedly put on my briefs and shorts again, as the other girls dressed, though Rub continued to stand there topless, her cum-covered tits still glistening with my spunk.

"So...we'll see you two on Saturday for sure then huh?"

"Wouldn't miss it," the two said, saying good-bye, gathering up their laundry, soon after walking out. Rub and I followed, planning to return later to put the wash in the dryer. I wasn't at all surprised when I parted ways with Rub there on the sidewalk...still topless, still sporting the trails of semen I had left there as she went on upstairs to know doubt show her mother.

I had of course taken most of the following week off work to get better settled into my new place. I was delighted when the furniture company called me to tell me they'd be able to deliver my new bed and bedroom furniture earlier than expected. I had actually just finished making my new bed, likewise having taken most of my clothes out of the boxes they'd been in, and back into drawers again when the phone rang. I'd been so busy, so lost in thought, I didn't even bothering seeing who it was before answering. Once I had...I wish I had.

"Hello?"

"Tom...Karen. I'd really like to talk to you," she began.

"About what?"

"Us."

"What about us?"

"I don't want a divorce. And I think that it's not too late for us to repair our marriage...save it," she said sounding almost desperate. "Please Tom, please...can't we sit down and discuss this?"

"Listen Karen...you made your bed." I slid my hand along the clean fresh sheets on my bed, smoothing out a wrinkle. "And I just finished making mine. So now, I think it's time we both slept in them. Separately." I heard a small frustrated sigh on her end of the line.

"Please Tom; don't give up on us so easily. Isn't there something I can do? Something I can show you, prove to you that I'm serious here? That I would never, ever be tempted to cheat on you again? I know we can work something out, we have to. Just tell me...what do I need to do to prove it to you?"

I was about to tell her to go fuck herself. Then an idea came to mind. I honestly didn't think she'd even consider it after I told her. And that that...would be that, as they say.

"Anything huh?"

"Yes! Yes! Anything!" She said suddenly excited.

I was feeling pretty smug when I told her. Sure that she'd balk at the idea, finding it absurd, and allowing me the pleasure of having given her, her chance...and thus walking away. Cleanly.

"Ok. Here it is Karen. I've been invited to a party this Saturday. A sort of welcome to the neighborhood kind of party, except for the fact...it's also a masturbation party."

"A what?" She asked incredulously.

"You heard me. A masturbation party. You know, the kind where a group of men and women get together, watch one another, or play with one another. Something you and I rarely ever really did? That kind." There was a very long pause. I was expecting fireworks at the very least, or at least hearing her give up, and thus give in.

"Ok, if that's what it's going to take to prove to you that I'm serious. I'll be there. Where and what time?" She questioned me now.

And now I paused...wondering what I had just gotten myself into. For one, I certainly hadn't asked Darlene if she'd be ok with it, not figuring it would even go this far. I figured, I'd best ask her first before giving Karen any more information than I already had.

"Well, to be perfectly honest with you Karen, I didn't think you'd even accept. So let me clear it with Darlene first, she might not be too keen on the idea of me showing up, along with my soon to be ex-wife."

Karen didn't respond back to the last part, but what she did say was, "I told you...I'm serious Tom. And if going to this masturbation party as you call it, is your little test for me, then I'm going to pass it, and prove to you that I'm willing to do anything I have to, to save our marriage." There was another short pause as I stood mulling this over. "Is...she, Darlene? The woman I saw across the way with her daughter?" She now asked a bit timidly, slightly unsure of herself perhaps. Maybe she would back out after all.

"Yes, she is. So like I said, I need to speak to her about this first. And in the event she does say yes, then I mean it Karen. You can't show up, and throw a damper on the party. If you do, I'll personally escort you to the door myself, and then that will be that. Agreed?"

"Whatever you say darling..." she said in that almost sickly sweet sounding voice of hers. Something I once found sexy and alluring. I shuddered once again, wondering what I had gotten myself into as I soon after hung up the phone.

It was time to go talk to Darlene in person. I was half hoping she'd tell me no...no fucking way. Or something along those lines anyway.

I rang the bell. Moments later, she opened the door. This time she was wearing a bright red printed Kimono, and once again...by the looks of it, nothing on beneath.

"Well Tom, nice surprise. Come in, come in. Rub's at work if you're looking for her," she told me. "Back later on this afternoon."

"Actually Darlene...I'm here to see you," I said. She reached up, undoing her sash as her gown fell away, parting...revealing those nice big tits of hers. I stared at them, almost forgetting my reason for being there. "Listen. I may have said and done something stupid. So I wanted to come see you about it before I take this any further."

"Oh? You want to tell me before? Or after? Before...I might be mad at you. After...well, we can always kiss and make up, and do it again." I laughed at that, she had a way about her.

"Tempting. But I'd better tell you before," though I still wasn't sure what Darlene had actually meant by that either. And then I laid it out for her, telling her the entire conversation I had had with my wife, as well as another idea that was suddenly coming to mind as I did that. Seeing the expression on Darlene's face as she considered it, and then offered an idea or two of her own.

"You're a very wicked, naughty man, you know that?" She said reaching out, undoing the zipper on my pants. "Almost as bad as I am," she told me, pulling me along behind her towards the bedroom, leading me by the cock as she did. She looked over her shoulder at me, and then said. "I said...almost."

I called Karen an hour later, telling her that Darlene had approved her coming to the party with me, but likewise warning her, that it was after all...a party. A masturbation party. And as such, Darlene wouldn't put up with any rudeness on my wife's part, towards anyone. And that if she was, she'd be asked to leave.

"I promise Tom, I'll behave. But you have to realize, this will take a little getting used to for me. Masturbating in front of total strangers isn't something I have ever done before."

I almost said something. Almost. But I didn't. "Just remember Karen, this is your last chance. If there is any hope for us...any hope at all, a lot depends on what happens at the party. Do you agree then under those terms? If you fail the test this time...there's no going back, we're done. You understand?"

"Yes," she said. "So...what time, and more importantly, what do you think I should wear?"

I almost laughed at that. "Meet me here at eight. As far as what you should wear? Well, I daresay...people won't be wearing much of anything. I know I won't be. But Darlene did say that most of the women start off wearing some kind of sexy negligee's or things like that. I'm sure you'll be able to find something."

She was almost purring on her end of the line when we finally hung up.

And though I still felt like things would turn out for the best. I had to wonder once again, if I hadn't truly caught myself in some sort of a spider's web.​