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About two months later, I hadn’t heard anything on the fantasy front. Our lovemaking had been great, but just the two of us and no role-playing since the time I surprised Theresa at home in my frantic “gotta have it” lover role.We were out at the brewpub on a Saturday afternoon, with no plans and nowhere to be, just relaxing and taking in the sights (not least of which was Courtney in a clingy scoop neck tee that showed her fit body to her advantage). I was indulging in one of my minor fantasies and wondering what her nipples would look like if I removed her tee and sucked lightly on them when Theresa stood up from her chair, and I realized she must have said something to me, but didn’t seem to require a response. Must have been about going to the bathroom, I guessed, so I said, “OK honey,” and watched her walk toward the hall that led to the bathrooms and the door to the back parking lot.Mmmm, I mused, another nice view, as I watched her bottom flexing in her jeans. It made me wonder when I’d be able to slide my cock deep between those cheeks again, and my cock thickened in my pants. Not wanting to create a public spectacle, I put that out of my mind and started watching the baseball game currently on the big TV in the corner.After a whole inning went by, I realized Theresa had been away for quite a while and looked around wondering where she had gone. I noticed Courtney emerging from the back hallway and was a bit surprised to see her serious expression intent on me as she strode straight to my table.”Phil,” she said without preamble, “Theresa’s been taken!””What?” I said stupidly, “what do you mean “taken”?””This guy,” she said, “he’s been meeting her here when you’re at work.”I mumbled something incoherent, just beginning to understand that this was a lead-in to the abduction fantasy scene that she had suggested to me a few months ago. Realizing there was a plan I hadn’t been read in on, I was going to try to follow Courtney’s lead and pick up my role as we went along. I guess she and Theresa decided to turn about was fair play as I sprung the last scene on Theresa without her knowing I was working up the scenario. I realized Courtney was the common denominator in both and suspected that she got off on fantasies and helping facilitate the scenarios with us.”He’s got some hold on her; I don’t know what it is, but he can get her to do the wildest things. I saw them last week in the back of his car and she was sucking him off! She says she hasn’t met him anywhere else, hasn’t fucked him yet, and I think he’s getting impatient with her. He just now came in, grabbed her arm, and said something to her – I didn’t hear what it was. She went out to his car with him, and they drove off together!””Fuck!” I said, “We should call the cops!”Courtney put her hand on my arm. “No, Phil! If we do that Theresa Ankara escort will be publicly humiliated. I know this guy – he won’t hurt her, Phil, I promise. I know where he lives. I bet he took her back to his house so he could fuck her!””What the hell should we do then, if we’re not calling the cops?” I needed some more info about this scene so I could play my part better.”Look,” Courtney said, “I’ve got a plan: we’ll go to his house and get Theresa back! Come on – we need to go now! I’ll tell you the rest on the way.”I stood and followed her to the parking lot. We both got in my car and I drove onto the street. She directed me to a neighborhood about a mile away, telling me what she thought we should do on the way.”We’ll make him a trade,” she said, “If he lets Theresa go, I’ll stay and he can fuck me instead. The guy’s cute and I wouldn’t mind a little sack time with him, but we have to be aggressive and make him do what we want!”As plans go, it seemed a little thin, and I guessed this was the part of the plan that needed some suspension of disbelief to come off, so I shut up and drove where she directed.”Down here to the left,” she finally said, “Here, no the next one.”We pulled up to a two-story house in a quiet neighborhood with one car in the drive. It seemed like Courtney was familiar with this place and I wondered if her lover lived here, but continued to keep quiet.We strode purposefully up the walk to the front door and knocked loudly. No response. I hammered on the door again. This time a fit guy with shorts and an untucked shirt opened up and looked us up and down. “Yes?” he said, “Can I do something for you?””You know it, buddy,” Courtney said, and pushed him hard with both hands to his chest, knocking him off balance to stagger a few steps backward into the house. She pushed in past him and motioned me in after her. I stepped in and shut the door behind me.Not letting the guy get a word in, Courtney said accusingly, “We know you’ve got his wife in here,” she motioned to me, “and we want her back!””What’ll you give me for her?” he asked with a sneer.”How about a kidnapping charge, asshole?” I grated and he just laughed.”I just asked her to come with me and she did,” he said, “no coercion about it.”I figured that was the truth of it according to this fantasy scenario, so I replied, “We’re willing to make a trade. Courtney here will trade herself for Theresa.””Yeah,” Courtney piped up, “let her go and you can fuck me instead. I’ll stay the whole night with you if you let her walk.””She’s gotta say she wants to go,” he drawled with an insolent look. “But first, show me why I should make this trade anyway.”I looked at Courtney, confused, and saw he had just thrown her a curve, too. “What do you mean?” I said.”Let me see the goods,” he replied, “Take Ankara escort bayan her clothes off and let me see what I would be getting in exchange.”I could see the confusion leave Courtney’s face, and figured this was a new wrinkle this guy was adding in, and became certain that he was Courtney’s lover and was throwing some of their fantasy into Theresa’s scene to spice it up for them.”Okay, Steve,” she said and pulled her shirt out of her jeans.”Not so fast, honey,” Steve put out his hand to stop her. “Let him do it.”Now I was really out of my depth here. Not that I didn’t want to strip Courtney; hell, I was just wondering what her nipples looked like stiff not fifteen minutes ago. I didn’t want to overstep with Court, though, I really liked her and didn’t want us to get uncomfortable with each other in the future. I froze and just stared at her.”Come on, Phil,” she gestured at her shirt, “you do want Theresa back, don’t you?””Yeah, but are you OK with this?” I said uncertainly.”Just do it, man,” she said to me with an intense look. I was getting the impression that this was something she wanted, not just something she was putting up with as a favor to Steve.I shot a look at Steve and he was waiting expectantly, much more into things now than he had been when he opened to door to us.I closed the distance between Courtney and me with two steps and took the hem of her shirt into my hands. She gave me a small nod, and I pulled the hem up over her torso, then over her head when she raised her arms up to allow me to do so. I stood gazing at her slightly rounded belly and the simple bra that cupped her shapely breasts.”Pants, Phil,” she reminded me in a low voice, as she kicked off her shoes. I opened her belt, unsnapped her jeans, and pulled down her zipper. Her jeans were thankfully loose enough so I didn’t have to worry about pulling off her panties with them as I eased them over her hips and down to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them away to the side.I stopped again, unwilling to do more without clearer permission from them both.”Take her bra off,” Steve said, his voice sounding huskier than before.”The clasp is in the front,” Courtney said, looking directly at me.I guessed I didn’t need more permission than that and reached out to undo the clasp, gasping slightly when her breasts fell from the bra’s cups into my fingers. I eased them down against her chest and pulled the bra straps off her arms.Courtney hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, but Steve stopped her with a growled, “No. He does it.”I looked to Courtney for guidance, and she took her hands away from her hips and said steadily, “Go ahead.”Putting my fingers inside the elastic of her waistband, I peeled her panties over her hips and down her legs. I had to kneel Escort Ankara to accomplish this and found myself at eye level with her lush black pubic bush, and felt my cock swell and lengthen down the left leg of my pants. Her bush was perfect to my eye, trimmed at the edges to fit inside her panties, but left just enough to cover her labia, a “treasure box” keeping her hidden until parted with eager fingers to reveal the jewel of her labia concealed beneath. Courtney slowly raised one foot at a time so I could take her panties all the way off, and I got the impression she was reveling in my lack of poise as I knelt with my face so close to her cunt. I did so want to open her and see what shape and size her lips were, but I did not have the effrontery to try.I rose and stepped back, taking in her whole naked body. She was striking and particularly beautiful to me – nice full bush, medium-sized breasts with brown wrinkled nipples that poked out stiffly directly in front of her, a nice swelling curve to her belly and bottom without tending toward obesity. There was something arresting about her though. She stood with her left foot turned out and her knee slightly bent, her hands on the sides of her legs just below her hips in a comfortable-looking pose. No attempt at hiding herself, no stylized presentation. No sense of shyness or anxiety about how we would perceive her body; confidence in her beauty without trying to manipulate her. Comfortable…that was it, she seemed comfortable after having been stripped by an acquaintance in front of her lover. She obviously liked our attention and assumed we would like what we saw. I realized that exhibitionism must act as a turn-on for her, and Steve had just given her an opportunity to indulge herself in a relatively controlled private setting.”Turn around for me,” Steve demanded.Courtney did a very slow spin, unusually graceful, showing off the lush globes of her ass to her advantage. She gave Steve a bold look. “Well, what do you think, dude? Is it a deal?””You’re damn cute, I’ll give you that,” he said, “but I like my partners enthusiastic, not just ‘making a deal.’ Did you get wet when Phil stripped you, babe? Let me see!”Courtney stared at Steve for a moment, clearly weighing whether to continue with this more intense play or not. “Bastard,” she said to him without any discernible heat and brought her hand to her mound.”I want him to do it,” Steve rasped, “let me see him do it!”There was some intense interplay I was not privy to here, so I just stood still and let it transpire. It was obvious that sexual touching from a non-lover was not part of Courtney’s fantasy; almost certainly some turn-on of Steve’s that he was presenting to her for a decision on whether she would be willing to step into his fantasy.”Fuuuuck, Steve,” Courtney said in a soft voice, “I…” she stopped and tore her gaze away from her lover (I was certain he was now). She swallowed and looked over at me, grasped my arm at the wrist, and pulled my hand to the vee at her groin. “Put your finger in my pussy, Phil,” she whispered, “let Steve know I’m wet for him.”
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