The Blank Canvas

Prologue

Fairly long story.   A hot female that Lee has a crush on lures her into some interesting situations.  It’s based on a Halloween party with lots of interesting costumes and interaction.

“Have you decided what you’re going to be yet?” Lee asked. She still picked at her salad with the plastic fork, but mostly she was finished with it and just pushing the dregs around the tortilla bowl, which she’d chipped a couple bites from. It was a Saturday in early October and they’d stopped for a bite and a little happy hour action. Most women Lee knew would kill to have a curvy body like Karen’s, especially the way her breasts swelled to D-cups after the baby!

Lee, just a large B-cup herself, was certainly jealous. Still, ever since her baby was born last spring Karen complained that her body wasn’t bouncing back the way she hoped it would.

“Yeah, I figured it out a couple months ago. I’m going to be June Cleaver. I’ve got the heels, of course, and pearls. I just need to find a good ‘Fifties style dress. Feel like hitting some vintage stores?” Karen said.

“Sure. We’ll find something appropriate. You should carry around a tray of cookies.”

“I thought of the cookie sheet, but I think I’m going to carry Jell-o shots on it instead.”

“You’re sure to be the hit of the party then!”

“What are you going to be?”

“I’ve been thinking about this for months and I just kept drawing a blank.”

“That’s not like you. You’ve always got the best costume.”

“But it’s hard to think of something I like that’s remotely original. I don’t really feel like going the slutty route like everyone else this year, either.”

“That will disappoint your fans.” Karen had been teasing her about the attention some of her costumes drew for years, not that Lee thought any of her costumes were over the top. She was comfortable with her body, but she wasn’t the type to run around half naked.

Their group of friends had been having these Halloween parties for years and they were all in their late forties now. Lee had always been a flirt and had no problem admitting she loved the attention, even more so now that she had been married for years. It is important to know you’re still desirable. Luckily her husband was not the jealous type.

“Maybe not. I think everyone will have fun with my idea.”

“I thought you said you were drawing a blank.”

“I was,” Lee replied. “And then I realized that was my costume.”

“I don’t get it.”

“I’m going to be a blank canvas and I’ll let people do their art on me. I’m going to have little brushes and a little box of paints.”

“You’re just going to let people paint you? Uh, Lee, are you saying … ”

She could see where Karen was going. “I’m not going to be naked! Jeez!”

“Well, you said you were going to let people paint you.”

”I’ve got two costume options. I can go safe and wear one of those white painters’ coveralls that zip up the front, but if it’s too baggy it’s going to be hard for people to really decorate it. The other option is to wear a unitard. I found some white ones on the Internet. I’m not sure I want to be walking around all night in a unitard, though.”

“At least you could get away with it if you wanted to. I understand how you feel though, you might as well be walking around naked in one of those things! How does Doug feel about it?”

“Oh, he doesn’t care. He loved it when I was Cat woman.” That was a memorable costume, but somehow a skintight white unitard seemed more daring than the black vinyl catsuit she’d worn.

“I bet. He probably likes it that all the guys are drooling over you and he’s the one who gets to take you home.”

Lee suspected her friend was right, although saying all the guys were drooling over her was an exaggeration. Lee was pretty, she knew, but not in a flashy, look at me kind of way. She rarely over did the make-up and didn’t tan because the sun just gave her freckles. She’d always been complimented on her beautiful eyes. Her shoulder length blonde hair was in a ponytail as often as not and she was really a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl when she wasn’t dressed for work.

She had a fantastic sexy body, but she didn’t dress to flaunt it like some of their girlfriends. Today she’d changed into a faded, comfortable pair of jeans, boots and a dark blue t-shirt. Except for those times she felt like dressing up, she really was the quintessential girl-next-door and Lee was proud that one of the reasons the guys liked her was that they thought she was cool, because she was approachable.

“You’re crazy,” Lee demurred. “There are always a lot of girls there way hotter than I am.” She thought of their friend Sonja, a smoky brunette. Sonja was hot. The first time Doug met Sonja he couldn’t stop staring and Lee couldn’t blame him. She couldn’t wait to see what Sonja was going to dress up as this year.

“Just remember there’s going to be strangers this time, so maybe the coverall is a better idea.”

“That’s right, Frank said he was going to invite people from work.”

Way back when, their Halloween parties had just been their small group of friends and it floated from house to house. Over the years new friends and spouses joined in the fun and nowadays there were close to thirty people. Frank bought a big new house this year and insisted on hosting the party since he wanted to show off his new digs. Since he had so much room he warned his group of friends he was inviting people from work. His thinking was that some of their group was still single and what better way to make things fun than to throw some new people into the mix. Besides, everyone in their group who could possibly date each other already had. Lee shuddered to think how many of her friends she’d hooked up with over the years. The fact that Doug knew all about their incestuous little circle and didn’t mind was just one of the reasons she loved him so much. Lee thought the more the merrier, but she knew some of their friends resented the intrusion.

“You could be right,” Lee agreed. Parading around in a unitard, essentially naked, with a bunch of strangers around might not be a good idea. She was sold on going with the coverall.

When she got home that evening Lee ran her idea past Doug and he liked it, even though he pointed out that letting her perverted friends attack her with paintbrushes might not be a good idea. “It’s a good thing I’ll have you there to protect me then,” she said.

The party was actually the night after Halloween, which fell on a Friday. That allowed their friends with children to do the trick or treat thing with their kids and then have their own grown-up night. Lee had gone to a hobby shop and bought small jars of washable paint that fit into a box she wore on a belt. She was sure she would get sick of lugging the box of paints around and it would be set aside before the night was even halfway through. Maybe by then she would be covered and it wouldn’t matter.

Lee pulled her hair up and tucked it into a white ball cap so she wouldn’t get paint in it and was zipping up when Doug found her in the bedroom. He’d been down the hall applying make-up and she thought he wanted help with his wig. Doug was going as Captain Jack Sparrow and had gone all out with the costume. He even had a fake beard with the beads dangling from it.

“Hon, I’ve got a problem. Work just called and the whole system is down. They’re calling everyone in to work on it.” Doug oversaw a group of software engineers with a software company.

“That sucks. Do you have any idea how long it will be? We can go late.”

“It’s going to take hours to get the whole system back online. There’s no point in waiting for me. You’re not going to be mad if you have to go on without me, are you?”

“Well, I don’t know who’s going to keep the perverts from drawing crazy things on me,” she joked. She pulled Doug into her arms and gave him a long kiss. She knew he was looking forward to this party just as much as she was. “Of course I’m not mad. Just come on out as soon as you can.”

“I promise I will. Have a good time for both of us, okay?”

“If you insist!”

It turned out Doug didn’t even have time to get out of his make-up, so he threw his costume into the back of his car and took off for the depot. Lee could only imagine the comments he was going to get from all the macho men he worked with. She left a few minutes later, after setting her GPS to Frank’s address.

Frank’s house turned out to be one of those pseudo-mansions that developers throw up on a postage stamp sized piece of land. The house was beautiful, three stories high, with a big open entryway and a great room in the back, but it seemed that you could almost lean out of the window and touch your next door neighbor.

After parking way up the street, she let herself in, knowing no one would hear the doorbell over the blaring music. The house was already crowded and with greeting everyone it took her ten minutes to make her way back to the kitchen, where one of her friends, Neil, pressed a big, red plastic cup of beer into her hand. The keg was on the deck out back and people kept shuttling in and out for refills.  Preferring wine, Lee came prepared and exchanged the beer for her favorite Chardonnay.

When Frank finally reached her she barely recognized him under all his green make-up and his wild wig. He was covered, except for the tattered purple pants he wore. She kissed his cheek, but didn’t give him a hug because she didn’t want his Hulk costume rubbing off on her.

“Okay, I can’t figure it out. What are you supposed to be?” Frank asked.

She held out the box of paints she’d set down on the counter and explained her costume.

“That is going to get very messy before the night is through. You have to promise to save me a spot. Where’s Doug?”

“He got called in to work at the last minute, but I expect him later.”

“Sucks for him. I’ll find you later. I’ve got to mingle.”

Lee had the potential artists lining up for her when she explained her costume and she took up court in a corner of the rec room, which took up a quarter of the cavernous basement. The ones who came first got the best canvas space, but things started out relatively tame. A few of her girlfriends painted flowers or little designs on her arms, while the guys painted as close to her naughty areas

as they could without crossing the line.

Todd, one of her more talented friends, painted a little blue Smurf who looked like he was climbing upward and about to scale her left breast. Another of her friends, who was dressed as a pimp, told her, “I always thought you would look good with a tattoo.”

“How do you know I don’t already have one?” Lee teased.

“I guess I don’t. Wanna show me?”

“Not tonight, John,” she laughed.

He’d always been an incorrigible flirt and ever since that summer at the shore when they were younger-when they had a drunken hook up-he’d been after her for a replay. That fact that she was engaged to be married at the time didn’t slow him down one bit.

“So what are you going to give me, then?”

“I don’t know, maybe a dragon. It’s always hot when you see something like a dragon or lizard peeking out from some chick’s tank top. Just sit back and let the artist work.”

Lee leaned back on the battered old leather couch and John straddled her leg without a second thought, but everyone knew she was a physical person and not one to be concerned about such things. After all, she went to the party knowing people would be touching her all night! John pulled down on her coverall and then placed a hand just below her breast to keep the fabric taut. Before he

started painting, he handed over her beer and said, “Here, this will help with pain.”

“Thanks,” she said and drank. She already had a nice buzz going from all the wine she’d consumed, helped along by a couple Jell-0 shots from Karen’s tray.

John leaned forward and really took his time painting. The color was too bright a green for a proper dragon, but it didn’t matter much as he wasn’t much of an artist. He wasn’t creating a masterpiece, but since it gave him an excuse to get his hands on Lee he was going to take as long as she allowed. The dragon’s tail curved down around the outside of her right breast and the rest of the ugly

beast perched just above it. He gave the dragon big yellow daggers of teeth and then added fiery red breath. By the time he’d finished it looked like a six-year-old had been working on her, but she couldn’t deny enjoying the stray touch he stole as he painted all around her breast, or the way he started massaging lightly with the hand holding her coverall in place.

By the time he was finished her stiff nipple was just about visible through the taut coverall and she was feeling that sweet, familiar tingle that came from being touched or caressed. There was nothing overtly erotic about the way John touched her, but she’d always been susceptible to those light touches and the drinks she’d had just amplified it.

Once John crossed that line, others were more than willing to follow him across it and Lee’s friends grew increasingly more intimate in their drawings. One of the guys knelt down in front of her and pressed his hand against her left breast. Even Lee was shocked at his brazenness, but she did not stop him. The touch did feel nice and she sort of invited it with her costume she reasoned.

Besides, he was just one of the guys. He didn’t mean anything by it, although he did grab a quick squeeze while he was tracing his hand. When he finished drawing the outline in black, he took his time filling it in, leaving a big hand print over her breast. He was heavy handed with the brush, giving her chills as he teased her breast over and over again.

Another guy had her bend over and he traced her ass through the coverall, which meant that she couldn’t sit until the paint dried, so she grabbed a fresh wine and then went upstairs to the living room, which had been turned into a small dance floor. On the way a couple more people grabbed her and added their own art. She would soon be a complete masterpiece.

She had a great time dancing and was glad to move around after sitting so long to be the human canvas. As she danced people admired her artwork and a couple of her friends made wisecracks about the more risqué art adorning her body. After a couple songs the crowd thinned and she found herself dancing with a Joker she didn’t recognize.

He wore his face paint smeared, like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight, but even with his identity disguised she knew it was not one of her friends. When he spoke, he even did a fair approximation of Ledger’s voice from the movie.

“Why aren’t you just a living work of art?” he asked with a low cackle.

“You’re not too bad with a brush yourself.”

“I didn’t mean the paint,” he added with a wiggle of his brow.

Lee laughed and instantly warmed to the stranger. He was quite charming and even with the make-up she could tell he was handsome. “Thanks. That’s a really good costume.”

“Oh, this old thing?” He glanced down at himself, smoothing out his tattered, multi-hued hobo’s suit.

It may have been a nice three-piece suit about thirty years ago, but time had not been kind. It appeared that he had done his own coloring and she wondered what color it had been when he found it.

“It’s just something I threw together. It’s not nearly as interesting as your costume.”

He took Lee’s hand and spun her to get a good look at the work that had been done on her. Yellow angel wings sprouted from her shoulders and a complex design in blue stretched down the length of her spine, ending in a poorly drawn Stop sign right where a tramp stamp would traditionally go. When she turned back to face him, the Joker reeled her in and held her tightly against him for a moment before dipping her. With her buzz, the sudden move gave her a head rush and when he pulled her back up she happily leaned into him, because otherwise she might have stumbled. He felt solid under that shabby costume and she wondered just who he was.

“You’re getting filled up there. I hope you save some room for me,” he rasped.

“It depends on what you have in mind.”

“It won’t be any fun if you I told you ahead of time.”

She wondered if he missed her wedding ring, or just didn’t care. Either way, it was fun to flirt, especially considering her horny, naughty mood. There was no danger in a house full of people and Doug would be the ultimate beneficiary. When he finally got there she might just have to drag her husband into an out-of-the-way room if she kept feeling so good!

“I’m Lee, by the way.”

“My pleasure, Lee,” he replied, taking her hand and kissing it, leaving a red smear.

“And you are?”

“I’m the boy you don’t take home to mother. I’m the mistake that you can’t help smiling over.”

“Really?” Lee laughed.

He pulled her close again and whispered in her ear, “Maybe if I get to paint you I’ll sign my work.”

“We’ll see. I am going to get some air, but I’ll save a spot for you if I can.”

She wasn’t sure if she really meant it. Somehow letting a stranger work on her body like that seemed wrong, but just the thought of the sexy, enigmatic stranger taking a brush to her made Lee tingle from head to toe. She really hoped Doug wouldn’t be much longer.

One thing she hadn’t anticipated was that the coverall would be so hot in a crowded house. She wanted to peel it off, but she hadn’t worn enough underneath to leave herself the option. Instead she was just going to hang out on the porch for a while. She pushed her way through the kitchen and stepped onto the back deck, where several of the guys were having cigars. Karen was out there too, sneaking a joint with John.

“You bad, bad girl,” Lee teased.

Karen sucked in a deep hit and offered the fat joint to Lee. Although she rarely partook anymore, Lee took a hit for old time’s sake.

“You should talk. Look at you!” Karen replied, once she’d released a lungful of smoke. It looks like all the guys have had their way with you.”

“And some of the girls too.” Lee giggled and unzipped the coverall to the middle of her chest, revealing a tight, white lace trimmed camisole underneath. The cool air felt good and added to the heady feeling she received from the pot.

“That one’s mine,” John said pointing out his work on Lee’s chest.

“Oh, very classy. I think you missed your calling,” Karen teased.

“Thanks. I’m heading in, it’s cold out here. I’ll catch you girls later.”

Once they were alone, Karen said, “It’s a good thing Doug’s not the jealous type.”

“Eh, he knows it’s just the guys. None of those fools are going to get lucky. Speaking of guys, did you see the Joker in there?”

“Sort of ratty looking? Yeah, I think I saw him talking to Sonja earlier. They were off in a corner and it looked like they were getting along very well, if you know what I mean.”

Lee could have guessed. There was no way Sonja would miss a guy as interesting as the Joker, and in her little sailor’s outfit he couldn’t have missed her. Lee sighed with jealousy when she first saw her sexy friend that evening. The little navy blue dress was skintight and low cut, exposing a deep valley of cleavage, and ended in a very short pleated skirt with white accents. The outfit was

finished with white fishnets, high heels and a little white sailor’s cap perched atop her raven hair, which she wore pulled back, with big, bouncy curls. Every time Sonja passed through a room all eyes were on her, even the other women’s. Her sex appeal certainly wasn’t lost on Lee.

“So do you know who the Joker is?” Lee asked.

“I have no idea. He must be one of Frank’s work friends. Why are you so interested? You’re not going to get yourself into trouble, are you? Maybe you should cut back on the drinks.”

“No, don’t be silly. Those days are behind me. I was dancing with him before and I was just curious, that’s all,” Lee replied.

She couldn’t blame Karen for being suspicious of her motives. In her younger days- not so long ago really-Lee earned herself a reputation for acting crazy when she’d had too much to drink. She just couldn’t help herself sometimes. She loved feeling high and light when she had her buzz and for some reason being horny had always gone along with it. And she was never so drunk she was completely out of control- she always told herself- or couldn’t remember what had happened, which was key.

For one thing, she never wanted to blame her actions on being drunk, that was lame, and for another some of her best sexual escapades had occurred while she was drinking or high and she was glad for the memories.

Lee drifted back into the house with a fresh beer and went downstairs again after finding the queue for the main floor powder room too long. She knew there was another bathroom in the basement and headed for it, but found a line of people three deep waiting to use that one as well. She decided to stay and wait and chatted up a friend while they awaited their turn. She was in line by herself when Sonja came around the corner and joined her.

“Looks like you’ve been having a good time,” Sonja commented, eyeing up the gallery of their friends’ work adorning Lee’s body.

“You look like you’re out to have a good time,” Lee teased, eyes flitting from Sonja’s breasts to her legs. The little sailor girl dress seemed to have been constructed around Sonja’s hourglass figure while she posed.

“I think I could have a couple takers if I wanted.” Sonja put her hand on her cocked hip and ordered Lee to turn so she could see it all. After Lee completed a 360, Sonja added, “I’m glad you saved some room for me.”

Lee looked down at the coverall and wondered where her friend might find enough space to do more than add some squiggly lines. “If you can find a spot you’re more than welcome to add something.” Actually, she quite liked the idea of Sonja taking a paintbrush to her.

“I know exactly what I want to do.” She knelt down beside Lee with a quick flash of white satin panty. In that position Sonja’s skirt did not quite meet her stocking tops.

Sonja took her hand and pulled her down the hallway and into a child’s playroom. Dolls and blocks were scattered around the floor and Lee almost twisted her ankle stepping on a Lego block. There was a short, plastic play table with a big bright orange beanbag chair beside it, which Sonja deposited her in when she stumbled. Sonja took the box of paints from Lee’s waist and set it on the play table.

“Ooookkayyy … ” Lee said, giggling just what was Sonja up to?

I’m glad you saved the best for last,” Sonja said, uncapping all the paints and taking up the paintbrush. She dipped it into the black, which was nearly depleted, and pushed Lee back so she was flatter on the beanbag chair. “Now spread your legs,” she ordered.

“What are you doing?” Lee asked, leaning forward so she could look down her own body.

Sonja did not need to answer, as her intentions were instantly clear. She pushed Lee’s legs apart and began outlining a large leaf right over her pelvis. No one else had dared get that close to her most intimate area. The way Lee had fallen pulled the coverall tight around her crotch, which made Sonja’s work easier. It also made Lee feel every brush stroke through the thin, papery material.

She was also all too aware of Sonja’s hand on her inner thigh and its sweet pressure on her tender flesh. If she just extended her thumb she would be touching the swell of Lee’s mound. She would never have let any of the guys touch her like this, even in her high, horny state, but letting Sonja do it was another matter. Lee’s heart started thumping in her chest and all those dirty little throwaway thoughts she’d had about Sonja over the years sprang back with urgency. She hoped Sonja didn’t notice how flushed she was becoming.

Once she finished outlining the leaf, Sonja went for the green and filled it in using long, slow strokes. It seemed to Lee that she was spending a lot of time right in the center, where it would tease her the most. Lee couldn’t tear her eyes away from the brush, taking stroke after stroke over her pussy. She didn’t know if it was her imagination or that she was so over stimulated, but she was sure she could feel every pass of that brush, even through the layers of clothing. Her need was palpable and she barely contained to urge to grab Sonja.

“Now I just need to add the veins,” Sonja said. She smiled at Lee as she took up the black brush once again.

Sonja added long, spidery lines to her leaf and adjusted her hand as she worked so it was even closer to Lee’s throbbing pussy. Lee wanted to be touched down there so badly, yet she remained still. She wondered when the hell her fiancé was going to get to the party. She knew they would not be waiting until they got home now.

“So what do you think?” Sonja asked.

“It’s good,” Lee rasped. “Interesting choice.”

“Well, I couldn’t leave you exposed, could I?”

“No, that would be bad,” Lee replied, as she unzipped the coverall to her belly button. “It’s really hot down here, isn’t it?”

“I hadn’t noticed, but feel free to open up. That thing must be hot and I was wondering what you were wearing under there anyway.” Sonja pulled open the unzipped coverall and regarded Lee’s body, which was only covered by the tight, white camisole that barely reached her belly button. She unzipped the coverall further, revealing a skimpy pair of lace trimmed panties. She trailed her fingertips across Lee’s belly.

“So do you approve?”

“Honestly, I was hoping you weren’t wearing anything at all under there.”

“Oh,” Lee replied softly, belatedly realizing they were having a moment.

Sonja only briefly paused at the edge of the camisole before sliding higher and grazing Lee’s breast. Lee gasped when Sonja traced her pebbled nipple. The women locked eyes. Their desire for each other was unspoken, but evident. Sonja flicked the nipple with a navy blue painted nail and Lee bit her bottom lip and reached out for Sonja. Sonja palmed Lee’s breast and kissed her hard.

Lee thrust her tongue up into Sonja’s mouth.

Lee pushed her chest against Sonja’s hand while twining her fingers in her friend’s thick, raven hair. Sonja kneaded her breast roughly before releasing it to concentrate on pinching and pulling her nipple. Lee moaned into their kiss. It was fantastic that Sonja understood just how to touch her, how rough she could be without causing pain.  She loved how Sonja’s silky hair felt between her fingers, and brushing her cheek, how different Sonja’s lips felt, even the way she sensuously used her tongue to tease Lee’s. Lee threw herself into kissing Sonja with abandon.

While Sonja slipped a strap from Lee’s shoulder inside the coverall and Lee reached under her dress to squeeze a round, ripe cheek. She always thought Sonja had a terrific ass. She got a good feel of it too, as Sonja was only wearing a thong under her short costume. Sonja’s hand felt cool on her overheated flesh. She massaged Lee slowly and only touched her pale pink nipple as an afterthought, giving it just enough of a pinch to make Lee moan and dig her short nails into Sonja’s ass.

Lee opened her eyes to see Sonja looking at her while they kissed. There was something predatory in her eyes and it made Lee shudder. Sonja gave her tongue a playful flick in her mouth and then moved downward, kissing and sucking on Lee’s tender neck. Lee couldn’t contain her soft cry when Sonja nibbled on her neck. It had always been a particularly sensitive trigger. Most guys she’d been with quickly figured out that if they spent some time biting and sucking her neck that Lee would be putty in their hands. No fool, Sonja figured it out too. She bit and licked Lee’s neck and Lee’s soft cries turned to whimpers and she clutched Sonja to her. Lee found Sonja’s thong soaked through and rubbed her there.

“Mmm, that’s good,” Sonja breathed into Lee’s ear.

Lee was rubbing the side of her hand against Sonja’s soaked slit and pressed harder when the jet-haired beauty rimmed and teased her nipple with the pointed tip of her tongue. Sonja flicked that painfully hard nipple and Lee cried out and pushed herself at her ruby lips. Sonja pulled back and kept teasing with her tongue. Lee breathed hard, yearning for Sonja to kiss her there. She pushed the flimsy thong to the side and found Sonja’s clit with her thumb. She stroked the slippery little button and Sonja stiffened and locked her mouth over Lee’s breast. Sonja sucked hard while chasing Lee’s nipple with her tongue and Lee arched her back. Lee turned her hand just enough to slip a couple fingers inside Sonja and she could hear wet sucking sounds as she slowly worked her fingers in and out.

“Fuck, Lee,” Sonja murmured as she moved from one breast to the other, almost tearing the camisole as she tried to pull it out of the way. She couldn’t get the other strap down with the way Lee was holding her.

Lee opened her eyes and looked lustily down at Sonja, with her now messy mass of black curls and ruby lips, which contrasted from Lee’s pale breast. She also caught movement from the corner of her eye and realized they weren’t alone. Standing just inside the doorway was the Joker! How long had he been watching them?

“Sorry for interrupting,” the Joker grinned.

Lee’s mouth dropped open, but only a moan came out. She knew she should stop Sonja and cover up, but it was so hot to have the mysterious stranger standing and watching them. She couldn’t keep her eyes from flitting down to his crotch to see if he liked what he saw. The tenting she saw in those raggedy, pinstriped slacks made her curious to see more.

“You’re not interrupting anything, sweetie,” Sonja said, resting her head on Lee’s chest. She shuddered when Lee massaged her g-spot, which was Lee’s way of saying we need to get rid of this guy and get on with it!

 

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your ‘nothing’ then,” the Joker replied. He turned to leave.

“Why don’t you hang out? Let’s have some fun,” Sonja said.

Lee didn’t know how she felt about that, but she was so turned on that she didn’t object when the Joker closed the door behind him and shed his rainbow-hued jacket.

Sonja went back to licking and sucking and nibbling Lee’s breasts and Lee closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the beanbag chair, trying to forget that she and Sonja weren’t alone anymore. Sonja slipped a slender hand down inside the coverall and cupped Lee’s mound and gave it a good squeeze. Lee moaned and pushed herself encouragingly at that hand.

What must be going through his mind? Lee wondered. She opened her eyes and saw the Joker was no longer across the room, but standing right beside them, staring down at all of Lee’s exposed skin.

He was close enough to touch, if her hands hadn’t been busy already. She wondered how much he wanted to touch her and if she would stop him if he tried. As titillating as being the center of attention was, Lee thought it would be better if Sonja was more a part of their little show.

“Oh Lee,” Sonja cried when Lee attacked her clit in earnest. She slid her fingers faster in and out of Sonja and rubbed her clit in a hard little circle and Sonja’s whole body jerked in reaction. Sonja screwed herself down harder onto Lee’s fingers and increased her own attentions on Lee’s clit. Lee arched her back and moaned and it seemed to be a race to see which woman could make the other climax first.

Sonja was kissing her way downward again, and as she did, she took the Joker’s hand and put it on Lee’s breast. Lee was shocked by her friend’s forward move and wondered what the hell she was thinking. Lee thought being watched might be a nice little distraction, something she could go for in her horny, drunken state, but Sonja was taking it to a whole new level. It was becoming something far more, something that Lee knew she should not be involved with, not when she had a husband. But even with all of that flashing through her mind, she did not remove the stranger’s hand. Instead she sighed and moaned when he groped her with his calloused hand.

His rough fingers made her sensitive nipple tingle and having two people touch her sent Lee into overdrive. A threesome was something she’d often secretly fantasized about, but not something she’d done. She certainly didn’t think she’d ever have one under these circumstances.

Lee was forced to pull her fingers from Sonja as the other woman moved around between Lee’s legs. On impulse, Lee pressed her fingers to the Joker’s red lips and he sucked them in, licking off Sonja’s sticky juices. His tongue darted quickly around and between her fingers and she wondered what else he could do with that talented tongue. She took her fingers from his mouth and held his face while she pulled his lips down to hers.

She kissed him full on, her apprehensions evaporating as he and Sonja touched her in concert. He pulled her little white cap off and Sonja shook her hair free to fall down around her shoulders.

While Lee was busy kissing the Joker, Sonja was between her legs, kissing and rubbing Lee right above the panty line. But that was as far as the coverall would allow her to go. The zipper only opened so far. She cleared her throat until the others took notice of her and then said, “Can I have a little help here?”

The Joker jumped to help her and pulled the coverall from Lee’s shoulders. Lee leaned forward and then pushed up on her hands so the others could peel the coverall away. He followed that by folding the camisole down so both her breasts were fully exposed and ripe for the picking. Sonja pulled her panties right off and suddenly Lee was almost nude. She felt funny, and dirty, being so completely exposed, especially when the other two were still dressed. That was something she had to remedy.

Lee sat forward on the beanbag and grabbed Sonja and kissed her. Even with her eyes closed, it was easy to find the zipper in the back of Sonja’s little costume and she yanked it down. As Lee started pulling it off, Sonja shimmied her body and shed the sailor outfit like a discarded skin. A navy, satin bra proved to be the source of her fabulous cleavage. Lee unhooked that bra hurriedly and threw it on the floor. Their breasts pressed together, the women kissed and groped at each other frenetically, Lee kneading Sonja’s ass, while Sonja found room to squeeze her hand between them and grope for Lee’s pussy again.

Lee shivered when she felt her hair swept aside and the Joker kissing her neck from behind. He pulled her back just enough to massage both Lee’s breasts, trapping her nipples between his fingers. It was so easy to just turn his hand and touch Sonja too and that was just what he did, filling one of his hands with Sonja’s heavy breast. He groped both women until Lee turned and pulled him into an embrace while pushing her tongue into his mouth. Drawing back, she pulled him into a three-way embrace and turned his face to Sonja’s. While they kissed, Lee sank down and kissed and licked Sonja’s breasts. Sonja had thick, brown nipples and she really seemed to like it when Lee pulled on them. At first she just used her lips, but then she nipped with her teeth and Sonja dug her nails into Lee’s scalp. Sonja also pushed the Joker down to join her, and he and Lee attacked Sonja’s pendulous breasts side-by-side. Lee also thrust her fingers back into Sonja’s slippery pussy.

“That’s so fucking hot, guys,” Sonja moaned, holding them both to her chest.

Sonja soaked up their attentions for a bit and then turned the focus to the Joker, who was the only one of the three still clothed. Sonja stood and pulled him to his feet before sinking back to her knees. She and Lee exchanged glances and then both went to work on his pants. Lee got the belt and the button while Sonja attacked the stubborn zipper and pulled his pants down.

“Now ladies, be gentle. I’m a delicate flower,” he cackled.

In keeping with his costume, he had crazily colored paisley boxers under his pants and both women reached for his package through them. They joined hands and caressed him together. Lee was pleased with what she felt and her few remaining reservations evaporated in the heat of her excitement. Even if it was wrong, she was having too much fun to stop now. She reached in through the loose fly on the boxers and grasped his hot shaft. He was very long and very thick, much bigger than most of the guys she’d been with. He over-filled her hand nicely and she tried to put out of her mind how nicely he could fill her in other places. He practically purred as she stroked him and she only let his cock go when Sonja wanted to pull down his boxers.

Lee was so close that when his cock sprang up it almost smacked her in the face. She brushed her hair back and leaned in and gave the tip a sweet little kiss. One kiss was followed by another and another until she was softly sucking and licking and she tasted the salty precum that dripped from him. Sonja got in on the act by going low and kissing the side of his long shaft, working her way downward until she was licking and sucking his balls. It felt oddly intimate to be so close to Sonja while they pleased a man together. Their faces brushed each other and Sonja’s hair tickled her ear. It was how she’d always imagined it in her fantasies. Lee started going up and down on his cock and her lips touched Sonja’s.

The women kissed each other and licked his prick as their lips came together at the crown. It was such an intense kiss that Lee almost forgot they were supposed to be focused on the costumed stranger. She held Sonja’s breasts and pulled her nipples while Sonja slipped a hand back between her legs. Sonja took over by grabbing the Joker’s shaft and going down on him, not stopping until his head was in the back of her throat. Lee was impressed. She took Sonja’s role and kissed and licked his balls, pleased that he had done some man-scaping down there. Sonja sucked him for a minute or two and then passed the baton back to Lee. The friends did that, passing his cock back and forth, keeping him on the edge until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I should warn you ladies. I’m about to pop my cork,” he stuttered, shaking and rocking back on his heels.

He was in Lee’s mouth and she wasn’t about to let him go, but Sonja pulled her away from his shaft and kissed her hotly. Okay, Lee thought, I guess she has other plans.

 

While they kissed, Sonja eased her backwards so she was laying back on the beanbag chair again. Sonja fell right on top of her with her knee between Lee’s legs. As they kissed and groped each other Sonja pressed her knee hard and Lee responded, grinding her pussy into that knee, setting off firecrackers throughout her body.

Sonja’s mouth was busy as she made her way down Lee’s body once again, but this time there was nothing to halt her descent. Sonja pulled Lee’s panties right off and then lifted her friend’s legs over her shoulders.

“Oh God!” Lee cried when her friend’s tongue plunged inside her. This was another advantage to being with another woman, Lee remembered. Not that her husband wasn’t good at going down, but she’d never been with a guy who was as good as this girl. Every guy sort of hunted around and darted from place to place without explicit instructions on what to do down there. Sonja, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do. She was a maestro with her tongue, sweeping it just so, right where Lee needed it. And then Sonja kissed and sucked and worked her lips and effortlessly made the nubbin of Lee’s clit explode. Lee hung her head back as she cried unintelligibly.

Lee’s head snapped up when she felt another mouth and hands on her body. The Joker did not stay on the sidelines. He was sucking and nibbling one of her breasts while he pinched and massaged the other one. It really was heaven and how she’d always imagined a threesome; all the attention was focused on her. He took a hold of his cock jerked him off while he helped Sonja make her feel amazing.

Together, they brought Lee to another toe curling climax and she struggled to stifle her cries, lest someone beyond the little playroom hear her. The joy that pulsed from between her legs did not stop as the others kept kissing and licking and stroking her. Lee thought she was going to melt into a puddle if they did not let up, but they showed no sign that they were done with her.

The Joker flicked out his long tongue and worked his way down her tummy to join Sonja between her legs. She didn’t know how the two of them could go down on her at once, but the possibly of two tongues busy down there was exciting. As he moved lower, Lee noted he left a smeared skid mark of red, green and white makeup down her body. He was kissing her thigh and then deftly slid  into place as Sonja moved out the other side.

“Oh,” Lee whimpered when he slid his tongue inside her. It seemed impossibly long and he was able to almost use it like a cock to penetrate her, except that it curled and flicked and darted around to touch all of her most sensitive areas. Impossibly he even curled it inward and up and tickled her g-spot in an impressive feat that left her breathless. He kept her a sobbing, moaning mess while completely ignoring her clit.

Sonja half-lay on the beanbag beside Lee and turned her face to kiss her. It was a slow, delicate kiss, punctuated by Lee’s moans, which came every time the Joker’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. It was the sweetest torture. He added a couple of fingers to his tongue, filling her, and worked on her pussy in a way she’d never quite felt before. Lee felt a slow burn orgasm that made her catch her breath and whimper softly rather than scream to the rafters.

Much as Lee loved being the center of attention, she wanted to make this encounter memorable for Sonja too. She wanted to give as much pleasure as she had received. Lee turned to the side, rolling off of the beanbag and trapped Sonja beneath her. It twisted the Joker’s fingers inside her, giving Lee such an intense flash she nearly came again. She wasn’t general multi-orgasmic like this, which really made tonight special.

Lee was on top now and it was time to take charge. She took a lot of time scaling and sculpting and generally teasing Sonja’s breasts. They were just so full and beautiful and Lee loved the way Sonja moaned and cried when she pinched and pulled her nipples. Sonja moaned, “Yesss … harder Lee … oh damn … just like that … ” But Sonja was not the only one moaning with pleasure, because their mystery friend had not given up on playing with Lee. He knelt beside her and was kissing her back while massaging her breasts from beneath and using all his fingers to stimulate and drive her crazy. She had never been so keyed up in her life. Juices literally ran down her thighs and she thought she just might never want to leave that little play room.

“Come on, hon, lick my pussy,” Sonja begged, pushing on Lee’s shoulders to urge her lower. Lee was planning on going down there anyway, but it was nice to hear she had her friend so aroused that she was begging for more. Lee did not tease her way down the way the others did to her, but skipped straight down, scooting on her knees and pushing Sonja’s legs far apart. She liked the way Sonja looked, waxed clean but for a small “landing strip”, and thought maybe she would get rid of her own wispy curls. She thought Doug might like it.

Lee was hoping she could do this right as she had very little experience up until now.  She just did what she knew she liked and it seemed that Sonja approved. She had both hands on the back of Lee’s head, forcing her face harder between her legs. Sonja was obviously unconcerned that someone in the hallway would hear because she was caterwauling to wake the dead. She cried, “Yesss … yessss .. .Yes! Oh damn!” Sonja bucked her hips at Lee’s face and she could only guess Sonja was cumming.

Meanwhile at the back of all that action, the Joker got up to his oral tricks once again. Lee’s ass was sticking in the air and she felt him press his face against her and then snake his tongue inside her. This time it reached out and tickled her clit and Lee wailed straight into Sonja’s muffling pussy. It was like a brand searing her flesh and Lee went from wet and happy to trembling and on the edge of climax in seconds. Lee slurped away at Sonja’s pussy, but her technique was shot, at least for the moment.

He stopped licking her and Lee was caught between relief and disappointment. She was on the edge of control and knew he was about to tip her over into a lusty abyss. She was at that dangerous place where she was ready to let him or Sonja do anything to her they wished as long as she kept feeling so blissful. She refocused her efforts on making Sonja climax again, but immediately she found her resolve tested. The Joker kneaded her ass and pulled it higher into the air and then she felt the tip of his cock against the backs of her thighs. She was ready to protest, to tell him to stop, but Sonja held her snug to her pussy with both hands on the back of her head and before Lee could pull away or voice a complaint he stabbed forward, filling her completely with his thick shaft.

Lee closed her eyes as her senses reeled. God, he felt good inside her. She was so wet he just slid right in to the hilt and she locked down around him. His cock was the final match thrown onto the gas soaked bonfire of her unshakable need and even though she knew it was wrong and that she had to make this stranger stop, she couldn’t. She just didn’t want to.  His huge prick was inside her and she knew he was going to give her the fucking she so desperately craved.

In a twisted way she reasoned away everything that had happened to that point as being not that bad, but even in her drunken, lust filled state she couldn’t justify letting another man- a stranger no less- fuck her. But then he really started doing it and all those thoughts went right out the window.

Lee was glad her face was buried in Sonja’s lap because she was beyond being quiet now. The Joker gripped her ass tightly and slammed his cock in and out of her rapidly. He was fucking her hard and fast and she whimpered and pushed back at him, wordlessly pleading, Give me more, dammit! God, don’t stop!

Sonja must have realized that Lee was going to be useless down there while she was so exquisitely distracted, because she finally let her friend come up for air. Lee lay her head on Sonja’s thigh, but she did not completely abandon her friend. She slipped first two, and then three fingers inside Sonja and frigged her as hard and fast as the Joker fucked her. Lee buried her face in Sonja’s flesh, even bit her thigh as she tried to confine her cries to the playroom. His balls slapped the backs of her thighs and she squished around him and he climaxed before she did, but only narrowly.

“That’s fuckin’ it!” He exclaimed.

“Uhnn … uhnn … yessssss … ” Lee hissed, arching her back as her muscles tensed all at once and that comet of pure pleasure rocketed through her. She felt him throbbing inside her as he shot his load and then slipped out, slimy and spent.

Sonja was not left out of the orgasm fest. While Lee was fingering her, Sonja was busy rubbing her own clit and she came gushingly.

Lee curled into a ball between Sonja’s legs, sated and happy. She opened her eyes dreamily to see the Joker doing up his pants. He executed an exaggerated bow and announced, “I hate to fuck and run, ladies, but I suspect my presence is no longer required.” He slipped from the room, closing the door behind him.

“Wow, that was … ” Lee started.

“Yeah, it certainly was. You were amazing,” Sonja agreed.

“I was out of my mind, is what I was. I had a great time, but we can never speak of this. Seriously, if anyone find out about you and me and … ”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. He won’t ever find out from me. But if you wanted a repeat performance sometime, something a little more private … ”

Lee grinned and gave her a hug and kiss before reassembling her clothes.

“Well, I never say never.”

Sonja left the room first and then Lee slipped out a few minutes later. Now that the sex was over and she was left alone with her thoughts, Lee felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She was happy that she had a fantasy fulfilled, but she felt guilty that she did it without Doug-even if it was probably easier to do it without him.  Doug would have approved, if only he knew before or while things happened.

She also knew she would have been jealous if he was there and he had seemed more into Sonja than her. It was better to do something like that with a man who didn’t mean anything to her.   Still, it was not fair to Doug and while she knew she could never come clean, what would be the point, she knew she had to find a way to make it up to him. Maybe she would invite Sonja over to their place one night and put on a little show for him, but he would only be watching.

Lee slipped out of the playroom and went right into the bathroom to clean up. Getting the Joker’s makeup off her body was the toughest part, but she got most of it. She headed back upstairs to get a fresh beer and some air when Karen corralled her in the hallway.

“Where have you been?”

“I was just taking a break. Why?”

“Doug got here about a half hour ago. He’s been looking for you. Are you okay? You look kind of worn out.”

“It’s just been a long week. Thanks for the heads up.”

Doug found her in the living room and pulled her into a long hug followed by a longer kiss, which Lee enthusiastically returned. Despite her recent encounter, kissing her husband fired her right up again. She just hoped she didn’t taste suspiciously minty fresh.

“You weren’t downstairs, were you?”

“No, why?” Lee replied, eyes darting to the side.

“I heard Sonja put on quite a show with some guy dressed like the Joker. There was a ton of noise coming from some room down there and then someone saw Sonja and this guy leave the room separately.”

Lee was thankful the hallway was empty when she left the playroom. “That sounds like Sonja,” she said, taking his hand.

“How about we find an empty room upstairs and see if we can’t get some people whispering about us?”

“What’s gotten in to you?”

“Nothing, I just missed you.”

“I’m right behind you,” he replied as she led him up the steps. “This will give me somewhere more private to check out all your artwork. No wonder you’re worked up if people have been touching you all night. Looks like a couple of people got pretty daring, but please don’t tell me who.”

Lee laughed and said, “You have no idea.”

She found an empty bedroom and pulled Doug into it. He sat on the end of the bed and she did a slow turn so he could see everything. He may not have been a jealous guy, but she wondered what he really thought about all the paint on her tits and other places. Obviously a lot of the guys at the party had had fun with her. She just had to make sure he never found out exactly how much fun she’d had.

“Looks like the guys really took their advantage of their chance to get crazy,” Doug commented.

“I thought you didn’t want to know anything.”

“Now that I’ve had a better chance to see just what they did to you, I have to admit I’m curious. I kind of want to know, even though I don’t.

“You know I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but I’d rather not waste our time up here talking about other people. And it wasn’t just the guys painting me.”

Lee moved between his legs and rested her hands on his shoulders.

Doug ran his hand over her breast, tracing John’s dragon. John was the one guy he had shown a little jealousy over, only because he knew too much about their hook up in the past when they had dated, a long time ago, and because John made it clear he’d love another shot- always disguised as a joke, of course.

“But I know a guy did this one. And I can guess who,” Doug said.

“You know it was just all in fun, right?”

“I know for you it was- though I know you well enough to know you really enjoyed every second of the attention.”

“You have nothing to worry about, babe.” The Joker flashed through her mind, but Doug truly had nothing to worry about. She loved him-one bad decision didn’t change that.

“oh, I know.”

Doug traced the leaf between her legs and then grabbed there, giving a strong squeeze. All the fun she’d had earlier did not matter. She was still very horny. She pushed back against his hand and steadied herself on his shoulders.

“That,” she said, referring to the leaf, “was not one of the guys. That was Sonja.”

“Mmm, now that sounds like something I wish I’d been there for.”

The room was already a little crowded, Lee thought. “Oh, you’d like to see Sonja painting me?”

“What guy wouldn’t? Come on, Lee. You could sell tickets. I’m sure every guy in the room was staring when she did it.”

“They probably would have been, if we hadn’t been alone.” Lee didn’t know why she teased him with that. It was venturing into dangerous territory.

“Oh really?”

“Sonja cornered me.”

“It sounds like she was doing a lot of that tonight.”

“How do you know the Joker didn’t just grab her and have his way?”

“Because I know Sonja. She knows how to make what she wants happen, and no one takes advantage of her. Sonja is always in control.”

Lee thought about that, and wondered if Sonja running into her in the hallway wasn’t coincidence after all. If it wasn’t, the Joker probably did not just happen upon them either. She started to believe her friend had set her up for a threesome. Lee knew she should be mad, but it was hard to be angry when she had had so much fun.

“So what did Sonja do besides paint you?” Doug tugged at the zipper on the front of her coverall.

“What makes you think she did anything more than paint me?” Lee asked nervously.

“Sonja didn’t have to get you alone just to paint you.”

“I guess not, but it was more fun that way.”

She could tell Doug was fishing for something, but she did not know how he would respond to even a fraction of the truth. He knew she had been with a woman in the past, and he always-half-jokingly suggested she was bi-sexual, but that didn’t mean he would be cool with her going off for a quick hook up with Sonja without clearing it with him first.  After all, they had discussed bringing others into their love life, but it was clear that it was the two of them together making that decision.  He probably thought there was nothing to tell, so it was safe to tease him a little bit, she decided.

“She wasn’t exactly shy while she was painting me,” Lee continued.

“Meaning?”

“Her hands wandered a bit and I didn’t stop her. It felt good.”

“You dirty girl.”

“Just a little bit.” He doesn’t know the half of it, she thought.

Lee pressed her knee forward and felt the effect the image of Sonja groping her had on him. The coverall hung open, and she pulled it from her shoulders. It was simple enough to step out of. Doug helped her out of her panties and she pulled the Cami off- it was the second time that night she was stripped, and she was just as excited as the first time.

“It’s a shame Sonja didn’t do any painting on the inside,” Doug said, running his hands down her sides, and over her tummy. She loved the way he touched her.

She pushed him backward on the bed and straddled him.

Lee leaned over him for a hot kiss and Doug scooped both her breasts into his hands, rolling her nipples in that way that always made her tremble. He pinched and pulled them harder. She moaned into their kiss. He ground her pussy down against his bulge and wished his costume wasn’t between them. She broke their kiss and hung her head, enjoying his touch before whimpering, “You are wearing way too many clothes.”

“Let’s do something about that,” he agreed.

Doug rolled Lee onto her back and made short work of his costume. When his boxer-briefs were tossed onto the floor, he grabbed one of the paintbrushes from her box of supplies, but did not dip it. He trailed the tip down between her breasts. She closed her eyes, lost in his wonderful teasing.

“What do you think you’re doing? There’s no paint on that brush,” she sighed.

“Does that really matter?”

The brush did carry traces of red paint, leaving faint lines as Doug traced in spirals of her breast, tightening until he flicked it over the hard pebble of her nipple. The wet brush was firm enough that it almost felt like the tip of a downy soft tongue teasing her nipple. Doug went back and forth, teasing both nipples and Lee arched her back off of the bed. The static charge of pleasure shot straight from her nipples to her pussy with every swipe of that brush, driving her mad. Still being as horny as she’d ever been, she blindly reached out and found Doug’s cock that she wanted inside her. Lee was so turned on by all the night’s activity that she did not need to be teased. Her pussy was slick and ready for Doug. She stroked his prick, drawing him closer, hoping he would take the hint and stop the teasing.

“Christ, I’m never going to get over how incredible you look naked,” Doug marveled. Although they’d been together for  years now, he always reacted to her nude body like he was seeing it for the first time, and couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

It was certainly good for a girl’s ego. Lee was so lucky to have a guy like Doug she thought. That made it so crazy that she would risk everything by losing control like she did in the basement. She could never put herself in that position again.

“Baby, please stop teasing me. I’m ready,” Lee pleaded.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night. I’m in no rush.”

Doug began kissing his way down her supine body and she panicked, realizing his intentions. She could not allow him to do that, not after what she had done with the Joker. Lee grabbed him forcefully by his shaggy dark hair and insisted, “I mean it. I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Wow. I guess all that attention really did get to you,” he chuckled, pushing her legs back against her chest.

“I don’t know. I don’t care about anyone else’s attention. I want you.”

“Alright already!”

Lee cried out and gripped the sheets in both hands when he rammed it into her. Doug slid in smoothly, like he was meant for her-like she’d been waiting for his cock all her life. The bed springs were impossibly loud once they got going, and she hoped no one would hear them and look in to see what was going on. Last time an unexpected guest had come into the room things took a bizarre turn.

Her legs were over Doug’s shoulders and he took her urgently, plunging deep inside her, balls bouncing on her thighs with every powerful thrust. He was a man possessed.

“You’re thinking about Sonja touching me, aren’t you?” she gasped.

“Uh, maybe … ”

“You want to see her hands all over me, don’t you?”

“Yes … ”

“And kissing me.” It was hard to form the words between her moans, but she did it, knowing how hot it was making Doug.

“Fuck yes … ”

“It was so hot. I wish you’d been there to watch us.”

“She made you cum, didn’t she? Sonja licked your pussy,” Doug growled. Imagining Lee and Sonja together had turned him into an animal.

“Yes! Yes, I came so hard, baby. It was so hot.” Lee wasn’t faking her enthusiasm. She did cum hard when she was with Sonja. It was just that Sonja was not the only reason. The threesome was one of the hottest things she’d ever experienced.

Doug pulled out and flopped onto his back, demanding, “Fuck me, Lee. I want to watch you.”

Lee climbed on top and pushed down onto his shaft. She loved riding him. She worked her hips, drawing off of him and then pushing back down in a sultry rhythm. He held her hips, but moved his hands to grasp her taut ass, urging her forward onto his cock. She saw the look in his eyes and knew he was picturing her and Sonja together as he watched her.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the intense pleasure his invading cock radiated through her body.

The sound of the door catching drew her attention and Lee opened her eyes to find Karen standing there in the shadows, watching them fuck. Doug had not noticed, and Lee tried not to stare, lest he figure out they weren’t alone and stop. The women’s eyes met briefly, enough for each of them to acknowledge the situation. Karen made no move to leave the bedroom, but leaned against the wall and began unbuttoning her pretty, floral, ‘Fifties style dress. The way it clung to her breasts and flared at the waist, it flattered her figure perfectly. She was every inch a sexy June Cleaver. With the dress pulled open, Lee spied a lacy black bra, which strained to contain her copious cleavage, and matching panties. Karen’s hand slipped inside those panties, and her lips formed a surprised “O” as she began touching herself. Karen was every inch the prim Fifties housewife in that costume, which just made watching her touch herself seem all the dirtier.

“Mmm, I bet you’d love to watch me with Karen, too. You want to see me play with her big tits?” Lee teased.

Her gaze flicked from Doug to Karen. Her friend smiled. Karen was full of surprises. Lee had no idea Karen was so wild. She certainly had no clue her friend was into something this crazy.

“Yeah, that’s sexy baby,” Doug groaned. “That would be the hottest thing ever.”

Lee was not surprised by his reaction. Karen was right up his alley- curvy, sexy body.

“What would you do if she was here right now?”

“I don’t think I could just watch.”

“No? You want to play, too?”

“Can I ?”

 “If you’re a good boy.”

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“Maybe we’ll both use you.”

“Please … ”

“You can lick her pussy while I ride you. Your cock is mine.”

“Oh fuck, … ”

Doug grabbed her hips again and fucked Lee violently up and down on his cock.  She could no longer speak. And it looked like Karen was right there with her. Karen bit the side of her hand, but still whimpered as her fingers worked furiously in her panties. The women climaxed at the same time, and Karen’s throaty moan was lost in Lee’s high-pitched cry.   Lee arched her back and jammed down on his shaft.  Doug never heard their observer. He came just after the women and his own orgasm consumed him. Lee fell onto Doug and held his face to hers, so she could peek at Karen, but he could not. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to keep her friend’s presence a secret, but she was keeping a lot of secrets tonight. She watched Karen button her dress and silently slip out of the room.

“I love you, baby,” Lee cooed, proving it with a long hot kiss.

“I love you, Lee. I’m so lucky to have a sexy woman like you.”

Lee wanted to cuddle with him on that bed, but they were not at home. “We should probably go back downstairs. It seems like we’ve been up here for a while.”

“People are too busy talking about Sonja to notice us,” Doug said. He turned serious. “You were making all that up about Sonja, right?”

Lee smiled wickedly. “You’ll never know.”

“Very funny.”

“What about Karen? Seems like you’re pretty hot for her.”

“I think being with you two would be hot. I could follow the rules,” he eagerly replied.

“If anything like that ever happens-and I do mean if-I doubt it will be with anyone we know.”

“She might be into it,” he insisted.

“But her husband probably wouldn’t be.”

Doug chuckled. “He doesn’t need to know.”

“Right.” She drew the word out. “We need to get out of here.”

They dressed in the semi darkness. Lee had spent a lot of time that night getting dressed and undressed. Doug went downstairs to grab a drink, while she diverted to the bathroom to clean up-yet again. When she came out, Karen was waiting for her.

“Care to explain what that was all about?” Lee asked, leaning her shoulder against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t really angry- she honestly didn’t know what to think- but she felt she had the right to given Karen the third degree.

“I heard you going crazy again and decided to find out what it was all about.”

“What do you mean again?”

“You know what I mean.” Karen looked very pleased with herself.

Lee just stared while she tried to control her rising panic. She thought she could trust Karen, but if she knew, who else did. She admitted nothing.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else knows. I saw you guys slip into that room, and then saw the Joker go in there.   I listened at the door and recognized your voice, but no one else was there.  Someone saw the other two leave, but no one saw you.”

“So you listened at the door?” Now that she knew she hadn’t been found out, Lee was curious what was going on with her friend.

“It sounded hot. I couldn’t help myself.”

“And you thought it was hot, just listening?”

“Well, I wasn’t just listening. I was picturing what was going on in there. Even if it was only half as hot as I imagined it must have been pretty incredible.”

Lee couldn’t suppress her smile. “It was hot. It was so … ” She caught herself. “It was wrong. It can’t happen again.”

“It’s not wrong if no one gets hurt,” Karen said.

“I don’t think I can go through life that way.”

“You don’t need hot strangers anyway, not with a guy like Doug.”

“So you enjoyed our little show?” Lee was glad for the subject change. She did not want to discuss what she did wrong.

“Watching was even hotter than listening.”

“You’re a voyeur. I would have never guessed.”

“Why? Because I’m a nice girl? Nice girls like to be bad, too. Why didn’t you let Doug know I was there? Were you afraid he’d invite me over?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. It felt hotter to just have you there watching.”

“And touching myself?”

Lee blushed. She was not used to talking about these sorts of things so openly. It was one thing to just do crazy, spontaneous things. It was another thing to analyze them. That made her squirmy. But Karen was waiting for an answer. Finally, Lee admitted, “Yes.”

“I’m glad we all enjoyed it. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to Doug about this either.”

“Just one thing,” Lee said. As long as they were talking about this, she might as well satisfy her curiosity. “Why did you just watch? Why didn’t you join us?”

“I wanted to save something for next time.” Karen smiled and kissed her cheek, and went downstairs to rejoin the party.

Next time, Lee thought. She was sure there would be no next time. But then again, she knew Doug would love it, and maybe if she did this for him it would erase her guilt about the threesome with the Joker. Did it work that way? Could one sin wash away another? After all, it’s what Doug has fantasized about, but for the fact he wasn’t there of course.

If Karen was serious, maybe Lee would find out.

For now, Lee just wanted this crazy night to be over. She went down to collect Doug and go home. She hoped she would wake up tomorrow and this whole night would turn out to be one wild, sexy dream.