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"Meet you at the Fox & Hound, Discovery Bay, around 6PM," he
promised. "I can't wait."

"Me either," I enthused. "See ya then." I set the phone back into the
cradle, and grinned. It was working out so well it was scary.

I was in Honolulu, staying the weekend in order to get a discount
airfare. Knowing my plans in advance, I had advertised myself on a
couple Yahoo sites, and finally, two days ago, I got a nibble. A
rushed check of each other's interests, including pics of them in
action, and it was all set.

Rick had IM'd me early that morning, and I had gotten him so worked up
he had to go fuck his wife. After that, he'd finally got her convinced
to try their first threesome. He then called my hotel to tell me it
was a go, and to set up the meeting. I had researched meeting places
and found the Fox & Hound less than a block from my hotel, which
sounded good to both of us.

The next few hours after he called confirming the meeting were
torture. I finished writing a sexy story, but it didn't relieve my
mind. I took a long shower, washing every part of my body, and shaving
the most private. I looked at their pictures, getting more and more
excited. Finally, I went to the ABC Store and bought a bottle of Crown
Royal and a bottle of Coke, then returned to the hotel for a stiff
drink.

I read Tom Clancy's latest, and got interested in spycraft.
Accordingly, I decided to arrive at the Fox & Hound at 5:30, and see
if I could spot them coming in. I was wearing a distinctive orange
shirt and blue shorts so that they could spot me, but I found it
interesting to examine everyone in the place to see if it were they.

When 6:00 arrived, I was in a fever pitch. Every new arrival could
have been them, and I examined each closely. As 6:30 came and went, I
began to re-examine the ones I already had checked. 'Maybe they were
running late,' I thought.

By 9:00 I was sure they had chickened out, and began to drink in
earnest. I decided to give them until 11:00. A couple of really cute
Asian girls (probably Japanese ) came in, and I spent the next hour
and a half flirting with them with glances, the one facing me smiling
shyly. They each went to the bathroom several times, the better to see
whom I was checking out (it was the one with the really cute bob).
But, they left at 10:45, fifteen minutes before my self-imposed
deadline. The girls stopped outside, looking in to see if I was going
to follow. They were long gone before I left the Fox & Hound at 11:00,
furious at Rick The Jerk and His Wife, but above all I was
disappointed.

I returned to my room and set-to on the Crown & Cokes. As always,
there was a little silver lining. I met a nice lady from Houston, my
hometown. She sent me an instant message on Yahoo! praising my
stories, and we got to chatting until it was late (for her). After
that, I had a great time on Yahoo! Chat, playing Truth or Dare.
Although I got a bit intoxicated (well, a bit more than a "bit
intoxicated"), it was a great time and the friends I made will last a
lot longer than having my face deep in a creamy pussy for a night.

Because I was jet-lagged, and had consumed a half bottle of Crown
Royal, I slept fitfully. I normally get up at 4:00am Houston time, and
I actually went to bed after then, so my body kept wanting to wake up.
Finally, I got up at 5:00 am local, tired but totally awake. I fired
up Yahoo! Messenger while I made coffee, and saw that Rick The Fucking
Asshole was online.

"What happened to you guys," I typed.

"Wife chickened out," he wrote, honestly at least.

"Figured," I grumped.

"Sorry..." Rick The Butthead wrote. It was the lamest of excuses. I
thought for a second, deciding whether to take my disappointment out
on him. Finally, I decided that it was my own fault for being
optimistic. He was a horny guy, pressing his wife to do something she
wasn't ready for, yet. Someday she might be, and I thought my job
right now was to not make him shy about approaching people. In that
way, I needed to be bigger than my disappointment.

"Well, I hope you have better luck next time. If she is ready before
Tuesday night, let me know."

"Thanks for understanding," he wrote, tacking on an inappropriate
smilie face on the end.

Whatever. "OK, C'ya," I wrote, closing the IM window.

"You have dinner usually at the Fox & Hound?" he wrote, popping up the
IM window again.

Annoyed, I answered, "Yep, every night, unless I eat somewhere else.
Have a good one." I closed the window.

"Alright, have a nice day," he replied, opening the window yet again.
This time I ignored him.

Besides, my new friend from Houston was online and I wanted to chat with her.

As is the case with most of my disappointments, I soon forgot about
it. Part of it was the chat, and part was in finishing a story that I
posted to glowing reviews, but most of it was my life outlook to learn
from bad things I couldn't change and to move on. Heck, even my
hangover was gone by noon!

Accordingly, I was back at the Fox & Hound at 5:00, enjoying a Bud
draft and realizing that I recognized most of the people there. I
liked the fact that it was a neighborhood kind of place, with
regulars, instead of the tourist-oriented joints you so often found in
Waikiki. I even recognized the waitress, and was pleased she
recognized me too. I gulped down my first beer, and sipped my second
while waiting for the awesome foot-long hotdog and fries. The TV even
had on Dexter's Laboratory, which always made me laugh. I didn't think
it could get better than that.

When you are a semi-regular, the arrival of someone attracts your
attention. I saw the movement down the steps to the entrance, and
turned to check out the fresh meat. I saw at once that it was a
couple, maybe in their 30s, and they were looking a bit anxious. I
knew why, of course, because I recognized her despite the fact that
she didn't have a hokey black bar over her eyes. It was Rick The Putz
and his wife, arriving a day late.

I didn't know what game they were playing, or what they were about,
but I was annoyed and pretended to not see them. I didn't need to get
involved with players, and, more to the point, my meal arrived. I dug
in, not watching them but again cursed by my excellent peripheral
vision: I saw him steer her to my table.

"Clem?" Rick The Weenie said, to get my attention. "It's been a long
time," he continued.

Long time? Oh yes, our cover story. In our plan of the previous night,
I was to play a mainlander in town on business, which was true enough.
The Lie was that I had met him at a conference a couple years before,
we had agreed, and he had told me to call if ever I got to Hawaii. It
was to be a collegial meeting, a reunion that would become more if we
were all comfortable. It was apparent he was keeping the cover story,
and even though I knew they were going to disappoint me again, I had
to keep the cover.

I should have snarled and run them off, but I am too nice. "Rick!" I
exclaimed, feigning pleased surprise, "glad to see you bub. Want to
sit down?"

"Sure," he said, pulling out a stool for his wife to sit down. "Clem,
I'd like you to meet Vanessa. Vanessa, this is Clem." Vanessa put out
her hand, and we shook. Her hand was cold and clammy.

We sat and talked for a while, establishing our cover story more fully
while we munched on my fries. Rick, for all his faults, was smart
enough to shut the fuck up while I established a rapport with Vanessa.
Turns out that she was very likable, once you got a little liquor in
her to calm her nerves. Knowing I didn't have much to lose, and having
a total 'what the hell attitude', I didn't hide the fact that I was
checking her out. She was cuter than her pics suggested, with very
pretty eyes that danced when she laughed. She also had really nice
legs that her short skirt didn't cover very well.

After an hour, we were having animated conversations, and I decided it
wasn't going to get any more relaxed. I'd had a few beers, and they
had each had a few brown liquor drinks. I wanted to let them talk
between themselves, and besides I had to drain my bladder of all that
beer, so I got up and excused myself to go to the loo. I used the
urinal, then read the front page of the paper posted above it. I
figured I'd given them a good ten minutes to themselves by the time I
returned to the table.

"So," Vanessa began, "Rick tells me that you said you took a class
last year in massage?" I was a bit surprised, because that was almost
a code-phrase.

"Yeah," Rick added helpfully, "Vanessa has a back ache." Now that was
a code-phrase. Rick had told me that his gambit to get his wife with
another man was to let her get naked for a massage, and to let the
third (me) get her more aroused. To make this work, he would tell her
I knew how to give a massage so that it was a plausible plan.

"Sure," I replied to Vanessa, "I took a class on the different massage
techniques. I did pretty well, although all I remember now is the
Shiatsu technique." Like all good lies, this one was based on a bit of
truth. I never took a massage class, but I did get a book and have
given many massages. "I give a pretty good massage; I bet I could work
out any knots in your back."

Vanessa smiled, although I could tell it was a bit forced. "That
sounds great," she said. "I guess you have a hotel room nearby?"

"The Holiday Inn is two doors down," I nodded in agreement. "The only
thing is that I normally use a warming oil, and I didn't bring that
with me. We can run to the ABC store on the corner and get more suntan
lotion, and I can use that?"

"Why don't you do that while we settle the tab?" Rick suggested.

By the time I made my purchase and returned, Rick and Vanessa had paid
and were waiting for me on the sidewalk. We walked to the hotel in a
strained silence. It was the most awkward time in any encounter,
between the decision to go for it and the actual first sex. Even
walking through the lobby seemed strenuous, what with the desk clerks
smiling at us, knowingly it seemed to our nervous eyes.

A short elevator ride and finally we were in my room. "Anybody feel
like a drink?" I offered, "I have Crown and Cokes." They both thought
it was a good idea, what with our nerves running high. I made theirs
on the very strong side, while I made mine extremely light. I didn't
want to get drunk and miss the fun. They tossed theirs back, not even
seeming to taste the 75% Crown. I decided to press on with my role as
massage expert. "Vanessa, why don't you take a nice warm shower to
heat your skin while I get everything ready?"

"OK," she said simply, and she went into the bathroom. "Rick?" she
beckoned, and Rick went with her.

A minute later Rick came back out as the water started to run in the
shower. "Everything's cool," he said softly. "She just wanted to make
sure one last time that I was positive I wanted to try this."

"Are you?" I asked seriously.

My tone of voice gave him pause, and he considered for a few long
seconds. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Good," I smiled. "You said you wanted me in my undies? Do you want me
to strip now or in front of her?"

"Well, I was hoping you had gym shorts or something," he said.

"I do." I reached in the dresser and pulled out my workout shorts that
I always bring on trips (but never use to workout in). I quickly
stripped to put them on. It was a little uncomfortable to be nude in
front of Rick, but that is part of the territory in threesomes,
especially considering what Rick was thinking about trying. I slipped
on my shorts, and an "Aloha from Hawaii" t-shirt.

Rick fished in his wife's purse, pulling out a condom. "Here ya go,"
he said, walking over. I had mentioned that when excited I had a
tendency to drool precum, and I'd told him I often wore a condom so
that my clothes wouldn't get stained. I held out my hand, but he had
other ideas. "Let me put it on," he whispered.

Sweet mother of Jesus! In our hot chat, I had mentioned several hot
scenarios that I loved. Several of them were totally bisexual in
nature, and those had been the ones to drive Rick to distraction. Like
me, he was bi-curious but had never acted on his curiosity. We had
agreed that if it seemed OK, we'd settle the "curious question" once
and for all, confirming whether or not we enjoyed bi-sex. As I pulled
down my shorts to expose my cock to him, I realized that this was a
first step in that process.

His hands were shaking slightly as he touched me. He gently stroked my
dick, his manly hands using a soft grip. Sure enough, there was a drop
of precum oozing out, and he rubbed his thumb through my cockeye,
smearing the moisture. But without doing more, he tore open the
package and rolled on the condom. It was as if he suddenly realized
what he was doing and was embarrassed.

I took the ice bucket and the suntan lotions I'd bought and went into
the bathroom. "It's just me," I called to Vanessa over the running
water. She pulled back the shower curtain just enough to look out.
"I'm getting the oils warm," I told her. "Come on out when you are
ready." I put the bottles of suntan lotions into the bucket, then
filled it with warm water until they floated. The lotions would absorb
the heat from the water and feel nice against bare skin.

I went back into the room, and found Rick pouring himself another
drink. We looked at each other for an uncomfortable minute, and then
the water turned off. I'll admit to butterflies while I waited for
Vanessa to come out. I busied myself by stripping the bed and putting
the bedding on the floor. The bed was too soft for a proper massage,
so it had to be on the floor. I finished my preparations by turning
off the air-conditioning so that the room would be comfortable to a
naked person.

When she came out, she was wrapped in one of the bath towels with
another one wrapped around her hair. She looked surprisingly buoyant,
walking straight over to Rick and giving him a deep kiss before
stealing his drink. She drained it in one gulp, then turned to me.
"Ready to make me feel good?" she asked, pretending to stretch her
sore back.

"Sure," I smiled. "Why don't you lay on your stomach?"

Rick had refilled his glass after Vanessa drained it, and I wasn't too
surprised to see Vanessa grab it and gulp that one down too. She
wasn't drunk when she lay down, but she might be in a little while.

While she lay down on her stomach, I went into the bathroom and
gathered the rest of the towels. I poured out the water in the bucket,
which was now tepid at best, and replaced it with more warm water.
Then I ran my hands under the water to make sure they were warm too,
because nerves had turned them cool. I took a deep breath, and stepped
out to begin the task of arousing Vanessa.

I knelt beside her left side, facing her feet. I took out a bottle of
suntan lotion, SPF40, and squirted it into my hands. I rubbed them
together, feeling its warmth, then took her left foot and rubbed the
lotion in. I spent a while, pressing my thumbs into the sole of her
foot, listening to her groan in pleasure. I then took more lotion,
turned around to face her head, and rubbed the lotion into the back of
her leg, forcing the blood back to her heart. Her towel fell just
below her bottom, and my hands didn't intrude beneath it, although I
felt her tense up in anticipation. The idea was to make her want my
touches, and that meant I needed to stop just short of her tender
personal flesh.

As I paused to switch to the other side, she uttered a little "Oh,
this is heaven." There was much further groaning and sighs as I
massaged her right foot and leg. She loved it, but I was afraid she
might fall asleep, as is often the case in massage.

My next move rectified that. "Can you get her a glass of water?" I
asked Rick. He went into the bath, and I took that moment to move
astride her legs and pull her towel open to expose her back. It was
more difficult than planned, because she was laying on the open seam,
of course, but her entire back was exposed when Rick returned. I took
the drink and urged her to get on her elbows, then stretched across
her back to give her a sip. Of course, my erection somehow nestled
between her butt cheeks, and I was sure she felt it. She was trembling
as I let her sip the water, then I asked her to relax with her arms at
her sides. She lowered herself, and as a tease I laid a handtowel over
her bottom. I looked up at Rick, who gave me a leering 'OK' sign.

Part of my strategy was to excite her briefly, then let her relax. If
I did that enough, she would build up tension to have a really nice
orgasm. So I gave her a nice long back massage, using the long
circular motions of Shiatsu massage. When I 'pinched' along her spine,
she let out a long guttural moan of relaxation. Time for a little
excitement, I decided. I continued up, so that I could reach her neck.
As I did, her towel somehow got pushed up and my erection again got
nestled in her valley. I made my initial rubs of her neck, while
rocking very gently back and forth with my cock, obviously splitting
her cheeks. I got a nice "mmmmmmm" in response from her.

Covering her bottom again, I knelt on the left side of her torso. I
rubbed lotion seriously into her shoulder muscles, feeling for the
knots then pressing them out as she gasped in pain. I knew it would
feel good, eventually, and I could feel her almost melting in
relaxation. I switched to the other side, maintaining balance, then
tied it in with her back by massaging there briefly again. Time for
another break.

"Rick, water," I said. I knelt next to her head, and asked Vanessa to
get on her elbows again. It was a struggle because her muscles were
relaxed, and when she did get into position, she was looking right at
the tent my erection was making. "Take a drink," I said, pausing for
meaning before handing her the glass of water. She gave me a small
smile, understanding I meant to tease her about sucking my cock. It
was a gentle joke that we both enjoyed.

I removed her turban, wiping my hands on it while she lay back down.
"This feels really nice," she purred. "I think you'll like this too,"
I told her softly. I vigorously rubbed her nape, milking it up towards
her brain, listening to her gasp at the wonderful feeling. Then, I
gently pulled patches of hair, exciting her scalp too. That was
followed by my fingertips, pressing and swirling like a Bugs Bunny
hair tonic cartoon. I tipped her forehead down, stretching her neck
muscles, which I then rubbed again. Her only response, "Oh wow... I
hope you are paying attention hun."

"Oh, I am," he replied. I looked over to grin at him, and was
surprised to see that he was clad only in his underwear. Not only
that, but his hand was inside and he was obviously stroking himself. I
was surprised because I had purposely made this part of the evening
non-sexual, and he was having a very sexual response.

I put my mouth very close to her ear, and whispered only to her. "Rick
is pretty excited," I said, then I kissed her ear and neck. She turned
her head to look at him, and I saw her look of dismay. She had been
enjoying the massage, and he had reminded her of the sexual nature he
intended it to have. "Its OK," I whispered to her other ear, "he isn't
bothering us." I kissed that ear, then her neck. I regretted calling
her attention to him, because her drowsy enjoyment was gone. Now she
was nervous again. I kissed her ear again, feeling her tense up. "He
wants you to have more enjoyment than he can give you alone," I
whispered. "He told me he wants you to cum harder than you ever have
before. But," I paused to kiss her neck, "but, if you tell me to stop,
I will." Lightening my tone, I finished, "Rick may be a pushy creep,
but I'm not." That got me a small smile from Vanessa.

It was a good thing the next thing on my massage agenda wasn't sexual,
because she was still not ready. I knelt on her left side again, and
gave her arm a deep muscle rub. She gave me the grunts I wanted to
hear, signaling a release of tension. I spent several minutes on her
fingers, rubbing and pulling on them joint by joint. Then I switched
sides, giving her right side equal treatment, and getting equal grunts
for the effort.

Finally, it was time for her buttocks. Without making a big deal of
it, I removed her towel, and then warmed some lotion in my hands. I
could see gooseflesh rise as I observed her globes. She had a nice ass
for a woman her age, with little cellulite. Maybe it was the Hawaiian
environment I thought as I ran my palms over her bottom, spreading the
lotion.

I sat astride her legs again, running my hands from her upper thighs
up and over her butt to her lower back, tying the region together. I
kneaded her bottom deeply, asking if she knew the buttocks were the
largest muscle group in the body. In return, I got an "oh goddddddd"
as I gripped her left flesh with both hands and kneaded. With a smile
she couldn't see, I rotated my right hand down between her cheeks, so
that the side came in contact with her asshole. She squirmed a little
as I purposely 'on accident' rubbed in the sensitive area, touching
one of the major taboo spots so openly that it must be OK. I switched
to the other buttock, again sliding my hand down to rub her asshole on
the pretext of massaging her bottom.

Jackknifing on hands and toes, I told her to spread her legs. She did
as she was told, almost without thinking. I knelt between her legs
then, looking at Rick to see his reaction to this development: his
wife had just granted me access to her crotch. He was still slowly
stroking, but there was a wet spot on his shorts the size of a
Sacajawea.

I paused a little, again to raise her tension. "Do you want another
drink?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, looking back at me. "A Crown & Coke if that's OK."

"Sure," I replied. "Rick?" I kept massaging her bottom as I waited for
Rick, moving my thumbs into her valley now, and between her legs as my
hands moved to her upper thighs. I could feel the heat of her pussy,
rising up. Rick brought the drink, and held it as she sipped it. My
hands dropped between her thighs, rubbing her inner legs and
tantalizingly close to her pussy. Rick gave her a deep, deep French
kiss as my hands squeezed her inner thighs, and then her bottom again.

Their kiss lingered long enough to frustrate me, so I ran my hands up
her body, stretching myself over her. I kissed along her spine, and
when I got to her nape my cock accidentally nestled firmly between her
asscheeks. I kiss her neck while Rick kissed her mouth, my cockhead
bumping gently over her asshole. I felt her moan vibrate through her
body, and almost regretted it when Rick broke the kiss, grinning and
gasping.

"So, ready to flip sides?" I asked as I resumed my kneeling between her legs.

"Yes, but I have to go potty." Ah. It was a mood breaker, but I knew
that it was better to go now than hold it when on the brink of orgasm.
She got up, wrapping herself in the towel as she did so.

"Shit, I am on fire!" Rick hissed as soon as the bathroom door closed.

"Try touching her non-sexually for an hour and see how it feels," I laughed.

Rick's hand was back in his shorts, stroking his dick. "You know, it
might feel better if you take off your underwear," I commented.

He immediately dropped his shorts, and I looked at his pecker. It was
just like in the pictures, average length but nicely fat. His entire
cockhead was glazed in precum, as were his fingers. I watched as he
milked it, a drop of stickiness oozing out. He saw my look, and asked,
"wanna taste?"

Actually, I did. My own bi-sexual self image was in the 'female' role.
For years I had played with a dildo, learning to deep throat it and
take it anally. I wanted to taste a live dick, and feel it pulsing in
my mouth. I wanted a dick to fuck my ass and to feel wet balls
slapping against me. I don't have any interest in having a guy suck
me, or fucking a guy. Among my strange sexual tastes, that is perhaps
the strangest, but it is also one I am comfortable with.

His question provided a way for me to break the bisexual barrier, to
learn whether the reality of sucking cock was equal to my fantasies.
Rick pointed his cock at me, giving me another reason to just open my
mouth and learning finally for sure, but we both heard the toilet
flush. Rick had time to sit lewdly on the bed, his hand jacking his
cock, when Vanessa breezed back in.

She laid on her back, towel closed. I smiled, prepared for this, and
took one of the washcloths into the bathroom. I ran it under warm
water, then folded it into a two-inch-wide strip that I returned to
Vanessa with. I put it under her towel, so that it covered just her
pussy and pubic bone an inch or two. With a smile, I pulled apart her
towel and had her return her arms to her side.

Rick let out a whistle at his wife, and I could only agree. Vanessa
had a nice body, and in her aroused state it was even nicer to look
at. Her hips, while womanly, narrowed somewhat to her waist. Her chest
then flared out a little, and provided a nice base for her breasts. I
won't even try to estimate her cupsize, for I would surely get it
wrong. Besides, to me the most attractive thing about her breasts were
her nipples. These were nicely large, brown, and erect. They begged
for attention, which they would get in due time.

Again, I started with her feet, but this time I began by sucking her
toes. I watched her eyes widen a little, but she obviously liked it,
especially when I told her she had pretty feet. Then I rubbed her foot
again, and her shin, then switched to do the same to the other. All
the while, those pretty eyes were watching me.

I moved between her legs, which she spread without me even asking. I
massaged her right thigh, pushing the blood up towards her heart until
I got to her hip. And again, then the other leg twice. I looked at the
washcloth, which hid her pussy from view but left her pubic bone and
hips clear for my hand. With a small smile, I looked at Vanessa in her
eyes, locking with them as I slid on hand on each leg up and onto her
pubes and onto her belly. Her eyes flickered a bit, then closed as I
did it again, deeper this time. Her mouth opened and she let out a
long-held breath. I rubbed and massaged her legs, moving ever closer
to the washcloth. I finally touched pubic hairs the washcloth didn't
cover, and I felt her hips undulate for the first time.

Lifting her right leg onto my shoulder, I massaged the entire limb
from foot to her hip. I allowed my fingers to brush along the spot
where her inner leg met her pelvis, and felt again the heat she was
generating. I noted she didn't try to move her pussy further away, but
instead her hips moved a tiny amount... begging me to touch her. I
lowered her right leg, and lifted her left to repeat the massage. As I
touched the spot closest to her pussy, she let out a low moan. I again
ignored her pussy, knowing her excitement was building.

Now, I could smell it. The scent of wet pussy reached my nostrils,
luring me down for a taste. If I could deny her pleasure, I could deny
myself, so I ignore the impulse to bury my face in her crotch.

I leaned forward to massage the place I hated massaging, her stomach
and ribs. There are not many muscles there, and nothing really to
massage. So, I merely ran my fingertips over her flesh, giving her
tactile stimuli. My hands moved around her breasts, and up to her
shoulders. In her place, I would have begged to have me suckle her
nipples, and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I massaged her arm, lifting it and milking the blood back down. "Oh...
this all feels so good," she murmured. I looked at her, seeing her
watching me. "I like how you are smiling," she said, "as if you are
enjoying this."

"I am enjoying this," I said honestly. "Bringing a woman pleasure
gives me pleasure in return."

"MMmmmmm, then you should be ecstatic," she smiled.

I brought her fingers to my lips and sucked them, swirling my tongue
around them lasciviously. "I pretty much am," I smiled in return.

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