Please start this series with Chapter 1. Some of this may not make sense if you don’t.

Misty and Louis had decided to get married on May 8th. She was going to graduate the next day. They had already bought airline tickets to Paris. She was going to live in Paris for the foreseeable future. She asked me to be her maid of honor. Misty was the second person to ask me to be her maid of honor. She and Louis had become incredibly close. It was obvious they really loved each other. As Misty discovered who she was, she realized she was bisexual, not a lesbian.

This brings me to a strange point. I was still sleeping in the same bed with them, still fucking them. Misty didn’t seem to have a problem with this. The only time I got to fuck Louis was in the afternoon or evening when I got him to take Viagra. Misty had become so incredibly sexually active that if they fucked in the morning, Misty wore Louis out, and the only thing left was a limp dick, which didn’t help me a bit.

If Misty was horny, there was no telling what she was up for. One morning, I woke up to Misty sucking on my clit. She was on her knees masturbating and yelled at Louis to stick something up her in a hurry. That was the first time I saw Louis fisting Misty. I don’t know if it was seeing Misty being fisted or the head job Misty was giving me, but I came hard at the same time Misty did. Louis had a big cock, but his hands were huge. Fisting Misty was stretching her pussy to the max. Apparently, Misty really enjoyed the pain and stretching.

In the days I got Louis to take Viagra, Misty was always first to be fucked. She was still doing her version of “around the world”. After she got her usual number of orgasms, I got sloppy seconds. Actually, we were all sloppy. I would mount Louis and ride him for several orgasms. If I were lucky, he would cum inside me. Louis had an incredible volume of cum, so the force of his cumming actually enhanced my orgasm. When he came I knew that was my signal to start pumping on his huge dick for one more orgasm.

I was very sad when I thought about my fuck buddies moving to Paris. At one point, Misty suggested I move to Paris with them and live as a couple plus one. I realize what a bad idea this was. I did promise to visit them in Paris, but I wasn’t moving there. But more about that later.

Because of the arrangement with Misty and Louis, I didn’t have to find a fuck buddy until they were gone and I moved to Bloomington. I had gone over to Bloomington a couple of times, talked to my advisor, and signed a lease for a furnished apartment near campus. I had made an embarrassing amount of money from my “business” and some investments. I could easily afford to pay full tuition, a single apartment, and all my expenses. I decided to get involved as a Graduate Research Assistant (GRA). As a GRA, I would help researchers with data collection, analysis, and interpretation. I would also get to know staff researchers and other GRAs. The most exciting part is that I would be involved in actual sex research. The bonus was that my tuition and fees would be reduced.

On my second visit with my advisor, I asked about becoming a GRA. She had me actually talk to a couple of researchers at the institute. I felt comfortable with both, but one was doing really interesting research on age and sex. The researcher asked me if I would feel comfortable talking with people about their sexual lives. I probably said too much when I told him there wasn't much anybody could tell me that would bother me, and in most cases, I probably would have done it. He just looked at me.

We were living in Mary Sue and Bill's condo. I think they liked the company, and every once in a while, I would put on a little show for them by wearing some very revealing outfit in the living room. I knew that Bill had really enjoyed fucking me, and I was sure he was going to get Mary Sue to agree to a three-way like we used to have. By the start of November, Mary Sue turned to me and said, “You win.”

“Win what, Mary Sue?”

“A good fucking by Bill with me helping.”

“When do you propose this will happen?”

“Right now. I got Bill to take some Viagra, so we both can enjoy his dick.”

With that, she grabbed my hand, led me to their bedroom, where Bill was buck naked on the bed, stroking his hard-on. Mary Sue grabbed my boobs from behind and started to roll my nipples through my shirt. She then slipped my panties off and started to jack off my erect clit. “Slow down, Mary Sue, or I’ll cum before I ever get Bill up me. How are you going to help while Bill fucks me?”

With that, Mary Sue lay on her back and had me straddle her face. Bill started to enter me doggy style, and she started to suck on my clit with such force I wasn’t sure if she was trying to pleasure me or hurt me. Bill was fucking me as hard and deep as he could. He was really banging my cervix. I must have cum immediately. After two or three orgasms, Mary Sue took a break, sucking my clit to say, “Bill, don’t stop until you can’t fuck anymore.” Apparently, Mary Sue had decided that Bill was going to fuck me as long as he could. I don’t remember how many times I came, but it had to be a personal record. It all seemed like a dream.

When Bill finally stopped fucking me, it was actually a relief. As I rolled off of Mary Sue’s face, she immediately went to the bathroom to clean up her face. I don’t know if it was my juices, Bill’s cum, or both.

As I looked over at Bill, I realized he was starting to get another erection. Mary Sue came back, saw Bill's hard dick, and told him to lie on his back. She mounted him in reverse cowgirl, legs out and arms back, and lay back on Bill. This exposed her pussy to me. She looked at me and said, “See if you can make me cum like I made you cum.” Once we synced our movements, I was able to move with Mary Sue’s hips while sucking on her clit. It’s the first time I've tried to bring someone off orally while they were being fucked. Mary Sue exploded, having several very intense orgasms. Sadly, I knew that was the last time I would get to fuck Bill or Mary Sue. I started to tone down my outfits around them.

Misty and her mother really enjoyed the wedding plans. Misty wanted a small wedding, but with all four parents being known celebrities, that was impossible. Mrs. P agreed to let Misty have a small wedding party. I was the maid of honor, Mary Sue was a bridesmaid, Bill was going to be a groomsman, and Louis's friend from France was the best man. Mrs. P decided almost everything else. Our dresses were very stylish, but somewhat modest. When we were being fitted, I made sure to wear a very traditional bra and nipple covers. As I got older, my puffy areolas began to disappear just like a doctor told me it would. The only problem was that my nipples now appeared longer. When they got erect (which was much of the time), I could cut glass with them.

It wasn’t until we arrived at this very exclusive shop that I learned Louis’ father had designed and made a one-of-a-kind wedding dress for Misty. To say it was breathtaking wouldn’t do it justice. The dress was strapless, with a corseted sweetheart-neckline bodice adorned with sequined embroidery lace. The cups of the bodice fit her breasts like a glove, exposing so much of her breasts that you couldn’t help but look to see if her areolas were visible. I was pretty sure Misty must have sent her measurements with a bra to Louis’ father.

When Misty’s mother saw her for the first time, she said, “You should be on the cover of a bride’s magazine.” I can’t imagine there ever was a prettier bride. It actually made me sad to know I had lost the love of my life to a man.

By now, Misty had her LSAT scores (Law School Admission Test) and was accepted to Indiana University Maurer School of Law. It didn’t matter; she would soon be off to France with Louis and another life.

Louis’ parents had flown in from Paris for the wedding. I did recognize the mother as the former beauty queen. She and Misty’s mother knew each other and really got along well. The father was a rather distinguished-looking man. I did notice something when I briefly looked at his crotch. He was really packing. He might be as large as Louis. But more about that later.

Louis’ mom insisted on visiting our condo. With the father in tow, they made a brief stop. She and her husband made their way to our bedroom. Misty, Louis, and I just stood there at attention. It reminded me of when I was a young Army recruit having my first inspection by my drill sergeant. She turned to Louis and said, “Is this where you told me about all the great sex you have?” Misty and I looked at each other, stunned.

“Come on, girls, you had to have realized Louis tells me everything.” I could tell my face was turning a very deep shade of red. Misty, with her alabaster skin, was blushing more than I was.

Louis finally broke the silence. “My parents are fine with our arrangement.” I looked over at Louis’ parents, and they nodded in agreement.

After Louis’ parents left, Misty and I simultaneously said, “What the hell did you tell her?”

“Like Mother said, everything.”

With anger in her voice, Misty said, “What we do in the bedroom is none of your mother’s business.” I thought the best thing to do was get out of the bedroom and let them figure it out. I felt betrayed by Louis and a little embarrassed. Misty and Louis reached some agreement. I just knew I wasn’t going to fuck anybody in front of Louis again, including Louis. That night, while I was trying to sleep on the living room couch, Mary Sue came out of her bedroom and told me I could join her and Bill as long as there was no sex. I was glad to join them. I really enjoy body contact when sleeping. That night we made a Bill sandwich. Bill spooned Mary Sue, and I spooned Bill. I hoped we could keep this arrangement until I was supposed to move to Bloomington at the start of June.

The night before the wedding, Louis’ parents took the entire wedding party to one of Cincinnati's best-known restaurants, The Maisonette. I had been there in another life and realized the bill would be ridiculous. The wedding party included two former national beauty queens, a well-known local TV personality, and the head of the world's most famous fashion house. I really couldn’t believe I was rubbing shoulders with such wealthy, powerful, and socially prominent people. Little did I know this would happen over and over again.

We were escorted into a private room and seated. Charles, Louis’ dad, decided to handle all the ordering for us, including appetizers, various main courses, dessert, and several wines. Actually, it was a spectacular dinner. If you didn’t want what was in front of you, there was something on the table that you would like. Early in the dinner, the press showed up to take some pictures. I suspect that Misty’s father tipped off the press. He was a real publicity hound.

May 8, 2004

Misty and Louis’ wedding was at 1 p.m. Misty’s mom decided to make this the social event of the year in Cincinnati. The wedding took place in the Catholic Cathedral in Cincinnati. There had to be at least 500 people at the wedding. It really looked odd to have such a small wedding party in front of such a large crowd. As it turned out, it was the society event of the year. Anywhere.

Misty’s parents flew in the Cardinal of New York to preside over the wedding. The singer for the mass was a lead soprano at the Met. Two readers read at the Mass. Both were well-known actors. The wedding seemed like a Hollywood production. There was no receiving line, and the wedding pictures were sped up by having three photographers.

The reception was at Misty’s parents’ house. They set up three of the biggest party tents in the backyard. They easily accommodated all the guests with room to spare. I was told to mingle till it was time to be seated at the head table. I saw Tina and Ned and got to talk to them. They were star-struck by all the well-known people there. I also recognized some famous people. Four local TV stations showed up to report on the event.

The caterer ushered people to their seats, and then ushered them through a buffet-style serving. But of course, this was no common buffet. A giant raw bar featured mounds of oysters, mussels, shrimp, and lobster tails cut in half. Two giant pieces of beef were sliced for you. This went on and on, just about any dish you can imagine. An open bar had several bartenders ready to mix whatever you wanted. When I got back to the head table, there was a glass of champagne and red wine. Both French, of course. Nobody at our table ate until everyone was seated.

We made toasts, including one I made. I was honest, but not too honest. I said I was really going to miss Misty because we had become so close. I was standing when I made the toast. When I was done, Misty jumped up and gave me a really passionate kiss.

When the dinner was over, everybody mingled. It was fun to talk to some of the better-known people at the wedding. One moment I found odd at the time was Louis’ mother. She seemed to have sought me out to talk. She told me that Louis had found me unique because of how pretty I was and some of my unique body features. I was a little uncomfortable talking to her. She told me to relax. She even asked if there was some time for her and Chuck (she actually called her husband Charles, Chuck). The only thing I could say was, "We’ll see." I couldn’t see this happening. I figured it was the wine talking.

Around midnight, we all cheered Misty and Louis goodbye, and they left in a limo to god knows where. I drove home alone and was finally going to sleep in my bed now that they had vacated it. Misty was to graduate the next day. Both sets of parents, Mary Sue, Bill, and I, were at the graduation. Misty was there too, but she was last in line because she was late.

The next day, there was a ring at the doorbell. I quickly threw on a robe and found a well-dressed man with a package for me. As I took the package back to my bedroom, my phone rang. It was Susan, Louis’ mother.

“Have you opened up the package I sent?”

“I just got it, and how did you know I got it?”

“I told the deliveryman to call me when he gave you the package. Open it up and see if you like it.”

It was a sheer black lace bodysuit. Not just any, but one from Charles’ fashion house. “Wow, that’s really something. I don’t think I can accept it.”

“That would greatly disappoint Chuck. He picked it out for you, had it modified, and had it flown in from Paris. Put it on and see if it fits.”

“It fits like a glove. It really made my boobs look great and shows off my flat stomach, but I really can’t accept it.” It showed off my huge, erect clit, and the bra cups fit as if they were made for me. The cups even had a little pocket for my long nipples. My breasts spilled over the top without showing my areolas.

“Yes, you can. Come to our hotel room. Wear it under a coat, and maybe the three of us can have some fun.”

“How did you know my size?”

“We have been in the fashion business for over 30 years. Chuck can look at a woman and know her size.”

“When did he decide this?”

“The second he laid eyes on you.” That really caught me off guard. They had been planning this since they met me. They were staying in the penthouse of the best hotel in Cincinnati.

We had decided on 2 PM. I had decided to be a little late. I wanted them to wonder if I was going to come. I took the bodysuit off, put on a robe, and ate breakfast as I thought about this meeting. I wondered whether Susan would participate. Is she going to mind me fucking her husband? I was really nervous and turned on at the same time. I slowly showered and thought about various scenarios. As I slipped on the bodysuit and a pair of spiked heels, I realized I hadn’t been fucked for a couple of weeks, and I was as horny as I had ever been.

On the drive down, I really wanted to play with my huge erect clit, but I was afraid I might wreck my car. I made my way up to the penthouse, 15 minutes late. I walked through the hotel, feeling almost wicked in the thin bodysuit. This would not be the last time I had that feeling. But more about that later. When I knocked on the door, Susan answered so quickly she must have been standing on the other side. This was good. Make them wait for it. Susan was wearing a see-through gown. I could see the size and shape of her breasts. Wow, she was built and looked really good for a woman her age. She also shaved her pubic area, which is usually a good sign. I had noticed that those women who were clean-shaven usually enjoyed sex.

As I walked in, Susan asked if she could take my coat. “I’m not taking this off until Charles is here.” I quickly fell to my knees, pulled her gown down, grabbed her large breasts, and started to suck her nipples. I noticed how small my hands looked on her breasts. As I fondled her, it was obvious they were all real. As I licked her nipples, Susan hardly reacted. I learned later that her breasts, areolas, and nipples were very sensitive; I just had to use the technique she liked.

She yelled, “Chuck, get your ass out here.” As Charles came into the room, I stood up. He was wearing a silk robe. It was almost comical because he couldn’t hide his immense, uncut erection.

I looked Charles up and down and said, “Like father, like son.”

With that, he took off his robe and revealed a cock so big it almost scared me. I did a little parade as I took off my coat.

Susan looked right at my clit through the bodysuit and said, “Louis said it was big, but not this big.”

“Does that bother you?”

“Both Chuck and I have seen lots of naked women, but that’s the biggest one I have ever seen. And your nipples are also spectacular. Unsnap the crotch and pull the top of your bodysuit down.”

“Before I do anything, what exactly are we doing here?"

Susan looked over at Charles and finally said, “Charles’ cock is so big, and I’m a one-and-done woman. I orgasm quickly, and Chuck keeps pumping and pumping. Louis said you can keep going; in fact, you liked it when his orgasm was delayed.”

“I’m sure I can keep up with Charles. But what about you, Susan?”

“I’ll just watch.”

“If I’m going to fuck Charles, you’re going to have to let me pleasure you. My bet is I can get you off more than once.”

”That would be a first."

“Do you have any lube? I’m not sticking that monster up me even if I’m wet from excitement.”

Charles finally spoke, “Lie down on the bed.” I really didn’t want to fuck Charles on my back. Lack of control; I have to be in control. As it turns out, he didn’t want to fuck me right away. He and Susan knelt on each side of me, taking turns sucking and licking my clit. Charles left my clit for my erect nipples. He was very gentle; no biting. He would suck my entire nipple into his mouth, licking the length and flicking it with his tongue. I realized this must be the technique that Susan liked. It only took me a minute or so to orgasm.

I looked at the two of them and realized they were up for anything. “Susan, lie on your back and spread your knees.” Before I positioned my face on her pussy I turned to Charles and said, “Slowly, just the head in at first, and then slowly pump me as you put it up farther.” I stuck my ass up in the air as high as I comfortably could.

Susan laughed, “Chuck only knows slowly.”

When I went down on Susan, she was really wet. It was obvious that she had been fucking a large dick. I easily slid three fingers up her and started to rub her G-spot while slowly teasing her clit. From the movement of her hips and the contraction of her pussy, it was obvious she was going to cum soon. At the same time, Charles had started to enter me with his huge cock. He had really greased it up, thank god. I came as soon as he entered me. This was going to be a real challenge. On the one hand, I wanted to try to give Susan several orgasms, but anytime I had a big dick up me, it was all I could think about.

I timed my orgasms with her refractory period between her orgasms. And yes, her orgasms. I eventually managed to fist her. My fist was much smaller than the thickness of Charles’ dick. I licked Susan’s clit and moved my fist on her G-spot. Her first orgasm happened in just a couple of minutes. I then kept my fist up her, but didn’t move it. It was my turn for a second orgasm. Charles had been slowly pumping me this entire time. As I started to concentrate on my pleasure, I leaned back so that his mammoth dick started hitting my cervix. Again, I orgasmed quickly and strongly. I tried to extend my orgasm as long as possible. I leaned forward so he stopped hitting my cervix and G-spot. It was the only way to control my orgasms.

I hoped Susan had a long enough refractory period that I could bring her off again. As I started to lick her clit she didn’t jump from the contact. She was ready again. I slowly licked her clit and outer lips the entire time I was pumping my fist in her sloppy pussy. She started matching my fist movements with her hips. I could tell from her movements, sounds, and face that she was loading up for a really good orgasm. I remembered what she had said about Charles only knowing slow. I started to pick up the pace of my fisting. When I finally got over the hump, my fist felt like it was in a fountain. She was very loud, repeating something in French. Later, I learned she was yelling “Je jouis,” which is “I’m cumming” in French. When I was sure she had gotten everything out of her orgasm, I very slowly kept moving my fist, but stopped licking.

I leaned back against Charles's rock-hard cock and made sure it was rubbing my G-spot and hitting my cervix. Again, I came quickly. I kept his dick where it was, and Charles’ slow stroke gave me another orgasm. I hoped Susan could go again. As I licked her clit, she jerked. I decided I would get another orgasm and give Susan a little more time to recover. I closed my eyes and leaned back on that magnificent dick of Charles. It took me a little longer, and I had to help by speeding up, but I came again.

I leaned over Susan’s cunt, and slowly licked her clit. No jerking. I was going to give her another orgasm. I started to remove and then quickly reentered her pussy with my fist. It was as if I were punching her. She responded by matching my punch. She really struggled to get her third orgasm. I have noticed that when a woman is sexually aroused but has trouble getting over the hump, it can sometimes result in a very intense orgasm. This went on for several minutes. It was obvious that Susan was working up to an earth-shattering orgasm. She didn’t disappoint. As she started to orgasm, she took a deep breath and then stopped breathing. She held her breath so long I started to worry. She finally took another deep breath and literally started to scream “Je jouis” over and over again. When she finally stopped screaming, I realized Susan was done.

I moved off Susan, removed Charles’ dick from me. I told Charles to lie on his back. I slowly mounted him and told him not to move; I would do all the work. I was able to position myself for maximum pleasure. I increased my movement, eventually going as fast as I could. It wasn’t long before I orgasmed again. I realized that just fucking wasn’t going to get Charles off. I started to jack off my rock-hard clit to give both of us a little more stimulation. It was either my third or fourth quick orgasm from this when Charles came. He was quiet when we fucked, except for a small grunt when he shot a mammoth load of cum. Wow, it felt really good. I made my way to the bathroom and was able to expel most of what was up me. I think that’s the biggest load I've ever taken. When I was in the bathroom, I could hear Charles and Susan talking in French. I had no idea what they were talking about.

As I came back to the bedroom, the silent man finally spoke to me, “That was the best fuck I ever had.” I looked over to Susan, and she was bobbing her head in agreement.

She said, “Louis said you were sexually talented, but we had no idea. Charles uses some very expensive prostitutes once in a while, always in front of me, and they can’t hold a candle to you.”

Susan proposed to me, which shocked me. They would pay for a really nice apartment in Paris. They would give me an allowance for food and other things. Charles would dress me in his best clothes. All I had to do was fuck Charles once a week, with Susan present. They would direct the Paris elite my way if I wanted to. Any money I made was mine. What a great opportunity. I knew somebody like me had a sell-by date. No rich person who had a choice wanted to pay to fuck an older woman. I told them I would seriously consider the offer and let them know before they left the country. I had told myself several times I would never move to Paris. I had to reconsider.

As I was getting ready to leave, Susan gave me a really sloppy kiss, tongue and all. She whispered in my ear and told me, “Those were also the best orgasms I have ever had. Hopefully, we can do it again soon in Paris.”

As I drove back to the condo, I decided to call Charles and Susan with some questions. Did they expect me to fuck anybody, or did I have final say on who my clients were? She told me I didn’t have to fuck anybody except Charles. Anybody else was my choice. She also told me they would provide me with a car. Susan explained that they lived in the “Golden Triangle”. At the time, I had no idea what the “Golden Triangle” was. I soon learned how important it was to the Paris fashion industry. I asked if she knew where I was going to live. She said they had a fully furnished apartment in a building they owned. Turns out they owned an entire building in an exclusive arrondissement (administrative district). I told her I would give them an answer by the end of the day. But more about that later.

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