Chris ran directly up the stairs to her flat. She didn't want to review the tapes with Lena and Stephi watching. She wondered, as she selected a tape for review, if she was more concerned with other people's privacy or her own response to what she was watching.
After selecting a cassette Chris turned on her TV and VCR. She watched the scene briefly and moved on. After her experience watching the gray haired muscular man and the redheaded woman perform she decided that unless she recognized the room or herself in a scene she would fast forward all scenes.
It took her about an hour to find the tape made in Marilyn's bedroom that early morning. She rewound the tape and marked it for destruction. The other tapes she set aside for Joe to review if he needed them.
She could feel fatigue catching up with her. She rose, stretched and decided that what she needed was a hot bath. She undressed rapidly as the tub filled with warm water ant the small bathroom filled with steam. Sliding beneath the scented bubbles she wondered why she felt suddenly at peace with herself.
That she must have dozed occurred to her. She was shivering half submerged in cloudy water with nary a bubble in sight. Laughing she stepped out of the tub and let it drain before taking a shower to wash the film of soap bubble bath clung to her.
"I guess it was the cold that woke me. I must have dreamed the noise," she thought as she scrubbed the soapy scum away.
Stepping out of the shower and scrubbing at her body with a soft towel she definitely heard a knock at her door. Quickly slipping into her old terry robe she trotted barefoot to the door.
Stephi, flushed and clutching a blue velour robe to keep it closed, stood there.
"We thought there might be trouble," she panted, stepping into the room, "Joe tried calling you and got no answer a few minutes ago."
"I fell asleep in the bath tub," Chris giggled.
"Oh. Well why don't you slip something less informal on and come down stairs? Joe wont be her until seven at the soonest."
Chris' face reflected her disappointment. "OK, I'll be down in a few minutes," she said.
"I'll wait," Stephi said, settling into the only soft chair in the room.
Chris went back to the bath room and finished her toilet. She decided that dabbing on a new perfume might help to lift her spirits. Then, slipping on a pair of old sweat pants and mismatching sweat shirt she walked back into the living room.
Stephi had dozed off in the chair. Her robe had fallen open revealing her lush body, firm, large breasts and the forest of pale blond hair that swept up from her crotch.
Chris, despite her best resolve, felt her breasts fill, her nipples harden and the familiar moistness suddenly start between her legs.
"Stephi, wake up," she whispered shaking the sleeping Dane's arm.
"Huh… oh, I'm sorry Chrisie… I guess the evening isn't as young as I thought. Let's go down stairs," she said rising and gathering her robe around her.
If Stephi was disconcerted by her nudity her behavior did not reveal it. Chris, on the other hand, surreptitiously glanced at the crotch of her sweat pants to see if there was a revealing wet spot; there wasn't.
The two women walked down the stairs and entered the warm, softly lit living room of Stephi and Lena's living quarters. Stephi put a finger to her lips and said, "Speak softly. We have company. Betty Morales and her new friend Leona Horton, the big blond cop, dropped in about an hour ago."
"You don't need me sitting around for goodness sake," Chris said starting to rise.
"Betty asked if you could come down. I think she likes you," Stephi said, laughing.
"From what I have heard and seen she likes anything without a penis," Chris said, "so don't think you're flattering me."
"You may be right," Stephi replied. "Let me get you some coffee."
Stephi was back in a minute carrying two mugs of black coffee. She was followed by an alluringly disheveled Betty Morales wearing Lena's filmy pink negligee, and carrying her own steaming mug of the brew.
"Hi, Chris glad you could visit."
"Hello Betty, come sit with us."
Betty, her large breasts bouncing tantalizingly, walked to the love seat Chris occupied. She slid into the narrow space next to Chris her firm, ample hips brushing Chris' thigh. "Urn, you smell good," she murmured settling back.
"Thanks. As a matter of fact so do you," Chris said very conscious of the blend of musky perfume and sex that clung to the lusty woman.
Stephi seemed edgy and finally rose and with out a word walked out of the room.
"She's itching to get into bed with Lena and Leona. She's a wild lady once aroused I'll tell you."
Chris felt the increased pressure from Betty's and turned slightly. Betty had put her cup on the floor and now she took Chris' and moved it out of the way. Her strong arms snaked around Chris' neck and she kissed her with fierce abandon. Her tongue slid into Chris' eager mouth and danced wildly. Her hands slid under Chris' sweat shirt and clutched at her tiny, pouting breasts, rolling the firm, erect nipples between her fingers.
Chris groaned with sudden unquenchable desire. She struggled to get her hands on Betty's lush, tempting breasts tearing at the delicate clasps of the filmy negligee in her urgency. The two women struggled to get free of the clothes that were encumbrances to their flaming lust.
They had slipped off the love seat and were groaning and straining at each other's ardent body. Betty straddled the lean, supple Chris. Her large, dark areolas and firm nipples swept back and forth across Chris' pouting, pointing little breasts and their large erect nipples. With each sweep Chris gasped and strained to raise her hips against Betty's grinding pelvis that pressed ever more firmly against her wet, fervent, wide open cunt.
Betty suddenly stiffened, her hands gripped Chris' shoulders and she moaned softly, "Yes, my God yes."
Chris felt her cunt and thighs suddenly covered with the warm wetness of Betty's intense climax. She struggled now to match her lover's joy. Betty, smiled at the lovely blond writhing beneath her and slid slowly down the throbbing ardent body. Her mouth and tongue left a trail of fire as she brought her them slowly to Chris' ardent center of love.
Chris lifted her wide spread legs and Betty's tongue slipped over the vibrating stiff little clit. Moving her tongue deftly along the rigid shaft of Chris' clit she slipped two fingers deep inside her warm, wet cunt.
Chris' fumbling hands now held her legs flexed against her belly. Her hips thrust at Betty's probing fingers and seeking tongue. She whispered softly, "Fill me darling, please."
No sooner had she uttered the words than she felt the finger's of Betty's other hand slide into her throbbing anus. Now Chris moved beyond control. Her grip on her legs tightened as her body rolled and thrust ungovernably. She seemed to suddenly move out of her body. She heard a woman shriek with unbridled passion and she could feel the sucking, pulsing of that shrieking lover's pounding orgasm.
Many minutes later Chris emerged from the ecstatic world into which she had wandered with Betty's skillful assistance. She lay on the floor, panting, her body covered with a fine sweat. On hand clung tightly to the leg of the love seat where her journey of love had started.
She sat up slowly and found four lovely naked women, Stephi, Lena, Leona and Betty, all staring open mouthed at her.
Lena spoke first, "Child you must have thought you died and went to heaven. Never have I heard such joyful noise."
Chris too tired to do more than blush whispered, "I guess you never know what you can do until you try."
Stephi who had left the room as Lena was speaking returned carrying a soft, fluffy blanket which she gently draped over Chris' sweaty body. "Sleep dear. It's what you need most now."
Around six in the morning Chris was awakened by noises coming from Stephi and Lena's bedroom. It didn't take long for her to grasp their significance. "Betty and Leona should make this an interesting place to live," she thought getting up and fumbling around for her shirt and pants.
Once dressed she folded the blanket Stephi had so kindly provided and quietly climbed the stairs to her apartment. She was too keyed up to want to sleep. She wanted to see Joe again and hold him in her arms. She wandered around the tiny flat straightening things up and finally even remaking the bed with fresh linen. Still there was no call and no knock at the door.
She stripped off her raunchy sweat clothes and stepped into the shower. To help kill the time she washed her hair too. Then wrapping a thick bath sheet around her waist she sat down and started to set and dry her tick blond hair.
Suddenly, there was a soft knocking at the door. Chris rushed out of the bathroom oblivious to her semi-nude state. She threw the door wide when she saw Joe, in his usual rumpled state, standing outside it and flew into his open arms. They kissed tenderly. She clung to him as his strong arms carried her back into the living room kicking the door shut.
Easing her onto the sofa Joe said, "You don't have to walk around naked to turn me on darling. Just thinking about you boggles my mind."
Chris gasped, "Oh my God, I was so excited about seeing you I forgot about how I was dressed."
She tried to get up from the sofa but Joe was holding her close and kissing her still damp hair, his hands fondling her tiny eager breasts.
Chris pushed him away reluctantly. "We'll play all the rest of the day after you tell me the whole story of Marilyn and the forty thieves."
"If you sit around with those cute boobs hanging out I'll only tell you that I love you all day. I guess I better let you put a robe or something on," Joe said with a moan of disappointment.
As Chris headed for the bedroom she called over her shoulder, "Make us some coffee please."
A few minutes later she was in the kitchen sitting opposite Joe and sipping the strong stuff he laughingly called coffee. "OK let's her the story."
Joe leaned back in his chair, kicked off his shoes and started a professional recounting of the entire picture. Chris sat quietly for a while and finally said, "If you keep this up neither of us is gong to get laid for the next week. Just give me a summary please."
"How do you know what my top priority is?" Joe laughed. "OK here is the story in a nutshell."
"Marilyn and Billy are really patsies in this. Paul is the big boss of American operations for an international smuggling group. He owns the property Marilyn lives on plus all of the fancy cars she had use of. Fred is the muscle and the man who designs and sets up all of the cons they need to use."
"Billy it turns out is in love with Marilyn and did what ever she asked trying to protect her. He really is a fine tennis player and he has lost his edge because he follows Marilyn everywhere, like a puppy dog."
"The operation itself is intended to smuggle in and distribute tons of illegal throughout the country. The funny thing is that the wooden cases contained guns. According to the only person associated with the actual operation of the ring that we have in custody Paul decided on his own to supply weapons to the LA gangs. The informant, incidentally is the man you identified as a prominent politician in that video tape – the pasty faced guy in the daisy chain sequence."
"The idea of recruiting illegal aliens for local for profit hospitals came from Fred. He was screwing a doctor's wife, part of a con apparently, and she complained of how hard it was for her husband to finagle big bucks anymore. Fred analyzed the problem and came up with what he called his Ollie North solution. Use illegals with a modicum of experience caring for the sick as the mules."
"First they would get into the US. Second they would get money for smuggling drugs in. Third, they would be trained by doctors and nurses who were photographed in indiscreet liaisons. It obviously worked, for a while at least."
"That's it," Joe said reaching across the table for Chris. "Not so fast buster. What will happen to Marilyn and her loyal lover Billy?"
"Billy is guilty of nothing more than being in love. Marilyn, who helped us a lot will undoubtedly be sent for drug rehab and then on probation for a year or so," Joe said looking longingly at Chris.
Chris reached across the table and took his hand. They walked into the bedroom hand in hand. Chris, hands shaking with anticipation helped Joe undress.
Then kissing passionately they fell onto the bed. Chris clung to her strong, silent lover. His hands moved lovingly over her body. Holding tightly to her tiny breasts and full, stiffly erect nipples Joe let Chris guide his large, stiff, anxious cock into her eager, wet cunt.
Chris threw her shapely legs around Joe's plunging hips and ground her pelvis wantonly onto his suddenly pulsating cock. As Chris felt her lover's explosive ejaculation inside her throbbing cunt she cried out, "My love I'm coming," and her body jerked and shivered as spasm after spasm of orgasmic delight once again swept her into a place of indescribable ecstasy.
Exhausted they both slept for a while. Suddenly Joe wakened to find his insatiable lover holding his big, pulsating cock in her dainty hands which moved slowly and sensuously up and down its shaft.
Chris with a faraway look in her eyes lowered her lovely mouth onto Joe's now throbbing organ. Still holding his cock with one hand she lid her mouth down the shaft letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin. Joe could not restrain himself, his ejaculation poured into Chris' avid mouth.
Groaning with delight Joe held Chris' head gently as the spasms of his orgasm passed quickly. He sighed as he drifted of to sleep again, "Darling will you marry me?"
Chris stretched out beside her powerful over and let her hands move lovingly over his marvelously muscled body. She felt her need for him grow uncontrollably. Finally, she rolled on top of him and kissed his parted lips, his neck and then his tiny nipples.
Joe roused and crushed Chris to him. Her hands once again found his cock, erect and ready. She lifted her lovely hips, the dew of her desire sparkled on her blond muff as she guided him deep inside her.
Then thrusting wildly, straining to take more of him into the center of her being she suddenly stiffened and squealed as her cunt squeezed and pushed with the spasms of her wild climax.
Joe watching the fury of her orgasm as it moved through her lovely body ejaculated once again. As Chris felt the mighty throb of his pulsing cock she screamed with delight and buried hungry mouth into his neck murmuring, "Oh my darling yes, yes, yes."
They went to Las Vegas the next day to be married. Stephi, Lena, Betty and Leona were their witnesses.
After Chris had moved into Joe's house Lena and Stephi turned the upstairs flat over to Betty and Leona.
It has been several years since all of this occurred. Joe continues his work as a police lieutenant and Betty remains a senior DEA official. They all remain friends and not surprisingly happy and satisfied lovers.