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  "We have been doing that a lot," Betty said. "I think it is fun. But how did you split up?"

  "We used to have a Chevy van that was done up in back. You know, a fuckmobile? Well, we had these hand harnesses that we used to tie him up. I would drive around and he would be naked in the back, spread eagled. We would drive around and I would stop and we would fool around. He loved it when we parked and he was tied spread eagled in the back. I would give him a blow job or ride his cock.

  "Well, one day he had been really on me to quit my job and have a family. He wouldn't let it drop. That night we were driving around and Mike was naked and tie-up in the back of the van. We drove over to the police station in Anaheim where he worked. I went in the back of the van and sucked his cock until it was really rigid. I then left the car, locked it, and called a cab from the library next door. After a couple of hours he started calling for help. I guess it gave the station something to talk about for a long time. Now when someone gets handcuffed they call it getting 'Blaked."

  Betty laughed. "I guess he didn't hold a grudge for long," she said.

  "I apologized. I also let him keep the house and the van. He sold the van. It was an easy divorce. And he really appreciates being married to you and not me," I added.

  "Remind me not to get you pissed off," Betty said. We hugged and I picked up the tab.

  I went home and unloaded the bags. I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a Michelob and a towel. I turned up the pool heater so I could enjoy it over the weekend. I absorbed some rays and decided it had been too long since I had any male action. I was always around guys, but I hated to mix business with sex. Clients were off limits. Respect was a necessity. I did not want to be known as a private detective who would solve your case and suck your joint. I was envious of Sheila who would through caution and good sense to the wind for a stiff rod. Of course I was her comfort zone.

  I must have dozed off. I didn't know Sheila was home until I was awakened by a cold can of beer pressed between my tits. Sheila was naked and jumped in the pool. The beer tasted good.

  Sheila got out of the pool and sat with me. We talked and drank the beer. She asked if I was doing anything in the evening. I told her I had to head out and meet with a client. Then I was looking forward to doing nothing.

  “Let’s see a movie,” suggested Sheila. ‘Women in Love’ is playing at the Titan Theater.

  “How about going to a drive-in?” I came back with. I grabbed the paper and looked at movie listings. “Let’s see ‘Airport’ at the Orange Drive-In. I hear it’s pretty entertaining,” I said.

  “Okay, I’ll be back by six. Be ready to go.”

  I got dressed in some jeans and a comfortable blouse. I threw a sweatshirt in the car in case it got cold at night and left for my meeting. Traffic was not bad. It took twenty minutes before I parked the car.

  Valerie Petersen met me at the door. Six of the sorority sisters who lived at the house were present. I introduced myself and gave my background. I told them I had no clues who was doing the thefts, but it was most likely someone they knew. I asked them to think about boyfriends, girls they may have had a problem with, and anyone else who might have a grudge against the sorority. I gave them each my card and told them to call me if anything came to mind, whether or not the thought it was important. A couple of the girls had questions, but I did not want to commit to any theories. I asked Valerie to gather names and call me. I thanked them and headed home.

  As soon as I walked in Sheila gave me one of her pouty looks. “Shane called and asked if I was busy tonight,” she started.

  “Of course,” I interrupted, “You said you had plans to go to the movies with your best friend, Petra.” I paused, “What time is he picking you up?”

  ”Seven,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I am pretty tired anyway. I’ll grab a bite and call it an early evening,” I said.

  “If we go to the drive-in do you want to come?” Sheila asked have heartedly.

  “Thanks, but I wouldn’t be able to hear the movies with all of your groaning and moaning in the back seat.”

  Sheila finished getting ready for her date. I went through the cupboards to look for something to eat. I decided to settle for a grilled ham and cheese sandwich and the TV Guide. Get Smart was on that night. It was something about plants spying on people. I liked the role of Agent 99. It was one of the few roles on TV that had a strong female character. Friday Night at the Movies was about it.

  Sheila’s date showed up. I let him in while she finished getting ready. She came out with a blue mini skirt outfit. Her shoes said “Fuck me!” I told her to be good.

  After Sheila left I watch television and drank a glass of wine. I was drifting with the plot when the phone rang. I picked it up.

  “Hi Petra, it’s Rich,” said the voice. Rich French was a good friend. We had dated a few months back. He was a third year law student involved in a three way relationship with his roommates Liz and Jim. “My old college friend Adam is in town and we are looking for something to do. Are you interested in joining us?”

  After a second of reflection I said, “I think I’m in for the evening. If you want you can come over here. Pick up a couple of six packs. The pool is heated.”

  I heard Rich talk to his friend on the phone. “That sounds good. We’ll be over in about thirty minutes. I Sheila home too?”

  “No, it’s just me. Sheila is out.”

  “Okay, see you in thirty.”

  The place was in good shape. I cleaned up in the kitchen and ran a brush through my hair. I turned off the television and turned on the stereo. I pulled out Moondance, Morrison Hotel, and The Bridge over Troubled Waters albums and set them up on the stereo turntable. The music started as the doorbell rang. Rich was carrying a couple of six packs of Michelob. His friend was holding a pizza.

  “Petra, this is Adam; Adam, Petra,” Rich muttered as he came in the door. I smiled at Adam. He was gorgeous. He was maybe six, three, with dark hair just above the collar and deep blue eyes.

  Rich put the brews in the refrigerator pulling three out for us. I set out some plates and napkins. We sat around the table and talked. Rich and Adam had gone to school together at Long Beach State. Rich went to law school. Adam moved to Seattle and had an administrative position with Boeing. He had just finished his MBA.

  “What’s a good looking guy like you doing alone in Seattle,” I asked Adam.

  He smiled and said, “I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. How about you? I would think you would have guys just lined up.”

  “Who says I don’t? Besides, I’ve been married and divorced. I’m damaged goods.”

  “You look all right to me,” Adam said.

  We talked for a while and started our second beers. Adam excused himself and went to the bathroom. I asked Rich if I should get some towels for the pool. He smiled and said yes. I went in the linen closet and pulled out three towels. I went in my bedroom and took of my clothes, returning to the front of the house naked.

  Adam stood up as I handed him a towel. I tossed one to Rich and just walked out to the patio. I could feel Adam’s gaze on me. I dropped the towel on a table and dove in the deep end. The water was very comfortable. I came up to the surface. Rich had his clothes off and Adam was slowly removing his shirt. Rich is nice looking, but nothing remarkable. He was about my height and in decent shape. He jumped in the water.

  “Come on Adam,” I said. “Are you shy?”

  He finally took off his clothes. He was well muscled and broad shouldered. He hit the diving board and executed a nice dive into the pool. Rich and I were in the shallow. Adam swam underwater to us. He surfaced right in front of me. I put my arms over his shoulders and pulled him against my body.

  “Are you more comfortable now?” I asked. I looked at Rich behind him and winked. I could feel Adam begin to stiffen against my body. I pushed away from him and swam a few yards away. I went under water and came up between Rich and Adam
. Rich turned me towards him and gave me a kiss, running his hand underwater between my legs. As Rich and I kissed Adam came up behind me. I could feel his cock pressing against my butt.

  I moved over to the shallow end and sat on the steps. The boys came and sat with me. Rich fingered me. Adam began kissing me and playing with my nipples. I began to think my dry spell might be coming to an end.

  After a few more minutes I stood up and exited the pool. Quickly I grabbed a towel in the cold night air. Rich and Adam were right behind me as I walked inside. The house was warm. We dried ourselves and walked into the family room. I turned the records over. Rich brought over more cans of beer.

  I started dancing with Adam and kissed him. Rich came behind me and held my breasts from behind, his now hard cock pressed against my crack. We danced for a while until I grabbed their hand and led them into my bedroom.

  I pulled down the bed spread and climbed onto the bed. Rich spread my legs and dove between my thighs, licking my pussy. Adam kissed me and played with my nipples. Adam was getting very hard. Where Rich’s cock was average, five inches and well shaped, Adam’s dick was large. It was a good eight inches and thick. I stoked it and pulled him to my lips. I sucked the tip and licked the underside. I cupped his balls with my hand while I let the head of his cock slip between my lips.

  Rich was doing an excellent job on my clit. I was getting aroused quickly and knew that he would not have to work hard to make me come. With our history together I was certain he knew exactly how to please me.

  Adam slowly fucked my mouth. I tried to take all of his cock, but couldn’t quite manage it. He looked very intense as he stroked. Rich was slowly bringing me to climax. I pulled Adam from my mouth as I leaned back, letting the warmth or arousal permeate my body. I came with an explosion, my juicy flowing freely onto Rich’s face.

  “Fuck me, Rich,” I begged. He brought his cock to my pussy and put it in. It felt wonderful. I jerked on Adam’s cock as Rich fucked me. He started slowly and gradually picked up the pace until he slammed into me. I came again as he grunted and released his load into my cunt. I felt several blasts until he went limp. He slowly pulled out.

  “Fuck me, Adam!” I ordered, pushing him down. He quickly obeyed and slipped his ready rod into me. It felt great as inserted his large cock. I felt my pussy lips stretch to take his larger member. It was an incredible sensation. I was coming again as he wildly screwed me. He must have been ready, because in what seemed like seconds he was groaning and making come again. He grunted and let loose a huge wad, followed by shorter spurts. He slowed and collapsed on me.

  Rich kissed me and lay down next to me. Adam climbed to my other side. We were all in bed together, exhausted from our threesome tryst. I had no clue what the time was, but it had to be past eleven. I got up to get some water. Rich followed me out to the kitchen.

  "How is it going with Liz and Jim?" I asked.

  "Okay, I guess. I don't see it lasting too long with the three of us. Liz and I deal with it okay, but I think it is a bit too much for Jim. You'd think we would do a three way, but Jim has trouble with that. Liz and I are really in tune with each other. I think it's a matter of time before he leaves."

  Adam came out and got dressed. Rich followed suit. I went up to Adam and kissed him. "Thanks for the fun time," I said.

  "No, thank you," he replied. "I've never met anyone like you before. Can we see you tomorrow night?"

  "I'm sorry. I have a prior commitment or else we could spend the rest of the weekend together," I replied. We swapped phone numbers and promised to see each other again. I walked Rich and Adam to the door and kissed them both. I was still naked. Rich playfully grabbed my ass as we hugged.

  I took a quick shower and hopped into bed when I heard Sheila come in. I came out to check on her. She was alone.

  "How did it go?" I asked.

  "Okay, I guess. Shane's cute, but kind of boring. The movie was good. I wish you had been with us instead of home alone," she said.

  "Don't worry," I replied. "I can always find some way to amuse myself," I answered. I kissed her and went to my room and back to bed.

  The next morning I slept in. I heard Sheila up and showering before work. The next thing I remember it was past eight. I made coffee and had an English muffin. After reading the paper I grabbed a towel and walked out to the patio. I threw my robe over a chair and dove in the pool. In my younger days I was a competitive swimmer. Now it was good exercise. I swam for about forty-five minutes. I dragged myself out of the pool and toweled off. Even though it was still a bit cool, I plopped down on a lounge chair and rested.

  As I was getting up the phone rang. I went inside and answered it.

  “Hi, this is Sandy Laughlin, Fred’s girlfriend. We met once,” the voice on the phone said.

  “Sure, I remember.”

  “I guess we are having dinner and I was trying to figure out what to wear. Do you have any thoughts?” she asked.

  “No, I was going to go to the mall and see if anything caught my eye. I live right next to Anaheim Plaza.”

  “Would you like some company?” she asked. I said it would be great. I gave her my address and directions. I hung up and hit the shower.

  As I was showering I was trying to remember Sandy. We had met briefly when she came by the office once. I recalled her as tall and thin. She looked like one of those runway models. She seemed aloof when we met, but it was only for an instant. I dried my hair and brushed it. I dressed in a simple blouse and skirt. I wore sandals.

  The doorbell rang. It was Sandy. I invited her in and grabbed my purse. She was as I remembered her, thin, tall and attractive. Her hair was dark and short. She had moderate make-up. Sandy had that Twiggy – like build. Her boy’s haircut gave her a stern, no nonsense appearance. She gave off that intimidating, but sex look that challenges men.

  We took her car, a white Ford LTD. We parked by the Broadway. As we talked I warmed up to her. She was very bright with a public administration degree. She worked at Hughes Aircraft in Fullerton as the Personnel Director.

  We had lunch at the coffee shop in the Broadway and chatted. She and Fred had been dating for seven months. He moved into her house three months ago, giving up his apartment. She lived in Placentia.

  The guy we were having dinner with was named Charles, but whom everyone called Skeeter. She said she had worked with at Hughes before he took a job with NASA in Houston. He’s in town for a conference at the Grand Hotel.

  “What’s he like?” I asked.

  “He’s tall, dark brown hair, and very handsome. He’s really nice,” Sandy said.

  “Does Fred know you used to be lovers?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Is it that obvious?” she asked. “No, he doesn’t know. I really like Fred and I don’t want to mess things up. I was the one who suggested you join us. I remember meeting you and thinking how beautiful you were.”

  “Same here,” I said, smiling. “I think Fred has a pretty good idea about you and Skeeter. Skeeter must have been something.”

  “Yeah, he’s a bit of a player, but he was a great lover.”

  We talked about guys over lunch and hit the store. We made fun of the clothes at Broadway and decided to walk through the mall. We found some cute outfits at Robinsons and decided to through fashion rules to the wind and wear the same miniskirt dress. Of course her dress was a few sizes smaller than mine. They were navy blue with a beige trim. We hit the shoe department and bought the same open-toes heels.

  We had a great time together and were like old friends when we got back to my house. It was about two and I invited her in. I opened a bottle of cabernet and we sat out by the pool and talked.

  Finally Sandy stood and said she better go so we could get ready. She gave me a big hug and a kiss. The kiss lingered with a promise that there might be more yet to come. I said I would see her at six.

  The stereo was playing KMET as I got ready for the evening. I actually put make-up on and did my hair. Sheila came in as
I was in front of the mirror.

  “Big date?” she asked.

  “We’ll see. I’m meeting Fred from the office, his girlfriend and a friend from out of town. What are you up to tonight?”

  “Robert is taking me out. Do you remember Robert? I hope he is more fun than Shane. We’re going to dinner at Angelo’s and Vinci’s and a movie at the Fox. It turns out Robert is a Dean of something at Chapman College.”

  Sheila left to get ready as I finished up. I put on my dress and stood in front of the mirror. “Not bad,” I said to myself. The short skirt showed plenty of thigh. I thought about going with no panties, but I figured that might be pushing my luck. I yelled “Good luck,” to Sheila as I headed out.

  Fred and Sandy lived in Placentia just past Cal State. I had no trouble finding it and pulled up just before six. Fred greeted me at the door and offered me a drink. Skeeter was on his way. I had a rum and Coke. It was obviously Sandy’s house. Things were tasteful and immaculate. Sandy made her entrance. She looked incredible. I stood up and gave her a long kiss. Fred grinned.

  We sipped on drinks and chatted for about fifteen minutes when the doorbell rang. Fred answered it and let in a tall, sexy guy who oozed charm. Sandy gave him a hug and a peck. We were introduced. Fred grabbed his sport coat and we headed to his car, a Mercedes W115. Sandy and I sat in the back.

  We drove down Bastanchury past Harbor to Del Rae. The restaurant is a nice restaurant. Our table was waiting. We sat down and Fred ordered a bottle of wine. Normally I would have liked to have some input into the wine selection, but it was Fred’s tab. He ordered an array of appetizers as we scanned the menu.

  The dynamics were interesting. I was not clear why I was there. It seemed like this was more about Sandy and her friend. I figured I would enjoy dinner and see how it played out. We ordered. I ordered a halibut dish. They guys ordered steaks. Sandy ordered a crab salad.

  After we ordered Sandy excused herself to go to the restroom and gave me the nod to follow. Once there she said that Fred has been pushing her into the idea of sleeping with Skeeter and she was thinking about giving him what he was asking for. She took off her panties and held them up so I could see.