Chapter 1. Door Dasher And A Call

Her POV for all.

We slept in, I was in Roger’s arms while my husband was very close in the other bed. During last evening and night I had been sexed often - was it a half dozen times? - and I was fucked so very well, my pussy felt so good. The blinds were closed so I could not see the sun to guess the time. In Roger’s arms, hearing my husband snore in the next bed two feet away, I was okay with that bit of ignorance.

It did occur to me that I made a mistake. I went to bed with Tracy, then after he enjoyed my body he sent me to Roger. But then when Roger finished fucking me I should have gone back to Tracy, but I didn’t. Roger and I fell asleep in his bed. My bad. Or maybe just a flaw in the plan which counted on me to change beds after getting fucked so good.

I am sure that they would find a delicious punishment.

At 11:30, as perviously arranged, our local door dasher arrived with the brunch we ordered. My husband had set his alarm at 11:25 so he was up and decently dressed for the door when our local dasher - a nice single mother named Janet - arrived.

In just a few minutes we were all munching on breakfast in bed. It including some fresh bakery and waffles with all the trimmings that were not 12 minutes from the grill when my husband set them before us. There was also sausage, bacon, and Canadian bacon. (Both types of bacon is the ultimate indulgence, the guys ruled that my punishment was one or the other bacon but not both.) They each had extra protein to replenish the basic supplies used by their balls that I was looking forward to enjoying. It was a good breakfast, and having delivery so promptly after the meal was prepared was one of the unique advantages of life in a smaller city.

The waffles came with a suspicious excess of whipping cream and some fresh strawberries. In the tradition of “boys will be boys” and “waste not want not” the naked female wound up serving both of the boys some of the excess whipped cream with a strawberry topping each nipple. I had to hold still for both the preparing and the eating. Each of the guys prepared the treat for the other to enjoy. It was so good of them. I was not asked, but I enjoyed the messy treat the most as they really licked it up. The breakfast in bed was very leisurely, we were trying to decide if we should get the day started by bedding me or sleep for another 2 hours. It was a difficult choice and with all the eating and then playing with the dessert the decision took time to make. Too long, as it happened, somebody decided for us.

We were still undecided at 12:25 when the phone rang. The thing was, the phone that rang was Roger’s cell. Since I told Nina to call at 12:30 I’d say Nina jumped the gun.

Roger answered and we kept quiet. It was Nina. He acknowledged that I mentioned she would call. When Roger put the phone of speaker she was asking about sex with Roger.

“ ... I cannot seek it here at my workplace or where I live. In my mind I am frustrated. Two men I have identified seem like they might satisfy me, based on how a female they know named Evie ... You and your friend Tracy are the men. This Evie ... it is very clear she enjoys the attention she receives. I also wish to enjoy sex, really good sex. I am reluctant to intrude on a marriage, but I understand you are a bachelor living in New York, so I thought to call you ... Is there any way we can meet and help each other? I am closely watched in town, both at work and at home...”

Roger was glad to hear from her but he got straight to the point; he was with friends, in the middle of something, so he wondered why she was calling.

We could tell she was not raised to speak bluntly, but finally she explained that she thought Roger was back home in New York and alone. “I am willing to travel, I have vacation time starting tomorrow. I must use it or lose it ... so ... I am horny. I am no shy virgin as I have known sex before. This is my problem and is the reason I called. My vacation ... I can travel ... so I wondered about a trip to New York. I know how you and your lover Evie ... she just glows with you ... but she is married so she can’t be with you too often ... so I was wondering ... if you wanted some very willing company to share some fun with...”

Nina had just finished her opening statement when she was surprised to hear the distinctive train whistle ... at both ends of the call!

Our town has a train that went by at 12:29 every Saturday. Because of a number of uncontrolled rail crossings the train sounds it’s horn long and loud for miles when it goes through this part of town. It is a nuisance, but the rail company is within their rights and it is a safety issue, so in this rural area it was something we lived with. Since the sound started at the roughly the same time for both ends of the call I guess we were roughly the same distance from the train.

It took a moment for Nina to figure out what the sound meant, but when she did she was not the sort to let an opportunity pass. “The train? How? You hear the train! Are you in Wisconsin ... still in town right now? On the North side? Not in New York? How...? Why...?”

I signaled for the phone.

Roger said, “Yes ... We are actually sharing breakfast, and other treats. I think you know what I mean ... just a second, my ‘hostess treat’ wants a word with you.” (It wasn’t that funny - he compared me to a Twinkie! Well, I was cream-filled ... but I wasn’t yellow.) He handed me the phone.

“Just a second Nina,” I said as I took it into the other bedroom. Girls needed to talk alone.

“Nina?” I said. “This is... ‘Evie’ ... well, actually it is Tracy ... the other is just for business.”

“Are you having sex with Roger AGAIN?” Nina asked. “But what of your tall handsome husband...” She sounded a little breathless with excitement. “Is he away someplace?”

“Well, I am not having sex at the moment...” She giggled at that. “Unless you count a little fun and whipping cream. Let us say that so far, since we last talked it has been pretty much sex with one, while the other watched, then I change beds, repeat ... you get the idea ... guys need to recover ... The men are old friends, we played together weekends in college. Now we share. Like a good loving wife I spent half the night in my husband’s bed and like a good horny lusting lover hostess I spent half in my lover’s bed. I admit I am fortunate. Also, I think I am retired from the ‘escort’ job, we really are just friends being friendly. Right now the three of us are having breakfast ... well, I am wearing only a smile and some whipped cream that the boys have been enjoying, and you can probably guess our plans for the day. Hmm ... that sounds like I could use some help, doesn’t it?”

I left her to think on that for a moment, then changed subjects. “Did you say you were actually thinking of flying to New York to offer your body at a man you hardly recognize? That sounds risky. Rash. Impulsive.”

“Also desperate. I did have a good recommendation on the subject from this Evie person. The thing is, I can’t be with anyone here, I live in a damned fish bowl. Plus you like what he does, and I am really desperate, so I figured it would be a good risk for me. Well, okay, I figured it was better that a chance of good sex, or even selfish sex, isn’t as bad as no sex. But if he is with you I will forget flying ... you all seem so nice ... and next to you I am skinny with no tits, so he will not be interested. I am sorry I disturbed...”

“Wait! Don’t hang up ... you have nothing to be sorry for. Maybe somebody likes them skinny with no tits if they are extra cute. Let me think a moment ... actually I can think of two guys, plus it seems that I have had thoughts that feature skinny females...” I had to adjust her thinking a little, and get a different reading on her. Yes, I was being a little selfish. “I have to ask ... how flexible are you about things ... guys ... and girls...”