Sheila spent the afternoon in their room reading and listening to music. She occasionally got up to fix herself a cup of hot chocolate, but for the most part she just reined on the couch.
She was happy.
Or at least that was what she kept telling herself. Somehow Jim kept intruding on her otherwise pleasant thoughts, causing a feeling of melancholy to settle over her as the afternoon progressed.
Why, she kept asking herself, couldn't she just forget about him? She had been able to put him out of her mind for the first three or four days after she got to New York, so why couldn't she do the same thing now?
It wasn't as if today had been bad, she kept telling herself. She liked Ted, and feeling his big cock inside her suddenly starving pussy had been fantastic, especially inside the warm pool.
It occurred to her that, though they had gone together for almost six months, she had never seen Jim's cock.
It hadn't taken six minutes with Ted.
Yes, she had changed quite a bit. And for the mast part she liked it. But there was something nagging at her now; something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She thought about the one time that Jim had practically raped her; she had deserved it, that much was for certain.
It had been early in their relationship, and he had been studying with her in his apartment. They had drunk some wine, and she was feeling unusually mixed, given her generally uptight nature at the time. They were on the couch when he began to kiss her, and Sheila could still remember the sudden, strange rush of sensations that had shot through her.
Both of them half drunk, he had climbed astride her with his clothes on and had started grinding away, pressing his rigid cock hard against her pussy.
She pushed back.
There was a frozen moment as he realized that she was as turned on as he was, and then he had really tried to fuck her.
She fought back, both against him and against the flood of passion that threatened to engulf her. She wanted to feel his cock inside her in that moment, and the realization terrified her.
He managed to slide his hand beneath her dress, rubbing it first on the outside of her dripping panties, then finally jerking them down and plunging a finger deep inside her squirming, writhing cunt.
She wanted him more than anything in the world that moment, and almost gave in. She even let her hand slip inside his trousers and feel the hard, firm skin of his bulging cock.
But then she had come to her senses.
"Stop it!" she screamed, beginning to cry.
And be had stopped it.
Now, as the thoughts flashed across her mind again, it occurred to her that if she hadn't stopped him then, she might not be here right now.
The thought made her sad.
Just then the door opened, and John and Susan walked in. Sheila waved to them and walked for a few minutes, trying to force the sadness off and away from her.
"By the way," she finally told them, "I met somebody who invited us all to dinner tonight. Some like it might be a party or something."
"Who is it?" Susan asked, mildly interested.
"A guy named Ted. Do you know him?"
"I don't think so. I don't know. What do you think, John?"
"Free food. Why not?" he shrugged.
That night, Sheila's first shock came just as she walked through the door.
"Hi, Sheila," Ted said, letting all three of them in. Then the surprise came as Ted indicated a tall, darkly attractive woman and said, "This is my wife, Angie."
Sheila tried to mask her surprise as she shook the other woman's hand, but somehow she doubted that she was wry successful at it. His wife!
But why not?
It was just that Sheila was still too young to naturally think in terms of people being married unless told otherwise.
She wondered if Ted had told her about what he and Sheila had done that afternoon. Probably not, she decided.
She was wrong.
"Here," said Angie in a low, controlled voice, "let me take your coats." When she reached out to take Sheila's ski jacket, the younger girl couldn't help but notice the large, firm tits that bounced and jiggled when the older woman moved.
Nice.
Sheila then introduced John and Susan, and they all moved into the sunken living room. There, another couple was sprawled casually on the floor, glasses of wine in their hands.
"This is Jackie," Angie announced, pointing to the red-haired woman, "and Philip." Philip was short and stocky, but with a cheerful face and friendly smile.
Sheila liked him.
After Sheila had introduced herself and Susan and John, they all dropped down onto the floor amidst the predictable collection of furs and blankets, accepting a glass of hot, spiced wine from their hosts.
For the next half hour the talk was casual, mostly about skiing. Ted's leg was bothering him somewhat when he walked, but it didn't seem that it was going to be too serious. Even now there was nothing more noticeable than a slight limp, and the doctor was reasonably certain that with lots of rest and hot water he would be able to ski again by the beginning of the week.
Sheila thought she detects Angie giving her a strange look when Ted said hot water, but then later she decided that her imagination must be working overtime.
Again, she was wrong.
Angie was, Sheila decided after watching her discreetly throughout much of the conversation, one of the most naturally sexy people she had ever seen. Everything she did, whether it was simply talking or moving about the room, absolutely oozed sensuality.
Jackie, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. In many ways she reminded Sheila of the way she had been up until just a few days ago. Although she couldn't exactly put her finger on what made her so certain about it, Sheila was nonetheless convinced that Jackie would probably not be a great deal of fun in bed, even though she was reasonably good looking.
Things were relaxed and civilized throughout the early part of the evening. If sex was on anybody's mind other than Sheila's, she would have been surprised to hear about it.
But it was definitely on her mind.
And on Susan's as well, if she knew anything at all about her roommate.
Then Ted dropped what proved to be the bombshell of the night.
"Why don't we all take a sauna together?"
There was a general rumbling of consent, followed by a collective stare from the entire group directed toward Jackie, who had remained conspicuously silent.
"Come on, honey," chided Philip, "what's the harm?"
She shrugged. It was obvious that her only choice was either to go along with it, or become a party pooper for refusing.
She went along with it.
"But is there room for everybody?" Susan wanted to know.
"Sure," Ted promised. "Plenty of room."
"All right. I'm game," Susan said, standing up and walking across the room to where the door to the sauna was located. There, in full view of everyone else, she calmly stripped and walked in.
Ted quickly followed suit, followed by John and Philip.
Angie, Jackie and Sheila were left in the living room. While up until now the entire atmosphere had been fairly innocent, something about the combination of the three remaining women created a tension in the room that was purely sexual.
Sheila took a long pull off her drink and stood up. She was aware of the other two women watching her, Angie hungrily and Jackie competitively.
She stripped.
When she was finished, she hesitated before going in, feeling her cunt begin to awaken with vague stirrings of excitement. As she was about to go in, Angie called out to her.
"Wait. Why don't we all make our entrance together."
Sheila nodded. It was a good idea, primarily for Jackie's sake. The red-haired woman was obviously grateful.
Angie was the next to take her clothes off, and Sheila had to really exert self control to keep from fingering herself at the sight of the other woman's naked body.
It was phenomenal.
In spite of the fact that her tits were absolutely huge, the rest of her body had no extra fat on it at all. Her waist was slim and flat, while her hips were full and firm.
And her cunt!
It was a bushy black triangle so big it threatened to engulf anyone or anything that came near it.
Sheila decided she would definitely like to come near it. She hoped she would get the chance before the night was over.
Then it was Jackie's turn.
Shyly she stood up and began to undress, facing the wall so that she didn't have to look at the other two women while she did it. Angie smiled at Sheila, who returned her smirk, and then their eyes went back to Jackie.
She was totally naked now, but still stood facing the wall.
As she started toward the wooden door of the sauna Jackie finally turned around, displaying a bright red bush which looked exciting in its contrast to her pale, smooth skin.
As the three of them stepped into the warm room, Sheila could feel the eyes of the men and Susan on them. It was exciting.
There were three rows of benches, and after everyone had positioned themselves somewhere.
Sheila leaned back against the wall and tried to relax. No one said anything, but she could sense a sexual electricity in the room.
When was something going to happen?
Once again, it was Ted who got things roll ing.
"Honey, why don't you give me a back scrub."
Then, without waiting to see what her reply would be, he climbed down to an empty space on one of the lower benches and stretched out on his stomach.
Angie stood up, her body glistening with sweat now that she had been in the heat for a few minutes. Taking a hose that was coiled around a nozzle, she filled two buckets with water that was just about body temperature in heat.
"C'mon," Ted complained, "I can't wait forever."
"Shut up or I'll do it with a floor brush."
Everyone laughed at that, breaking some of the tension, but still leaving the excitement at the same high level. Sheila was beginning to realize that they were not the first guests whom Ted and Angie had taken to the sauna.
Carefully, as if she had done it many times before, Angie soaped Ted's back, as and legs. Her hands were firm and supple as she worked the soap into his skin and muscles, and Sheila could feel her honey begin to flow.
This was great.
Then, when she was finished, Angie rinsed him off.
"Now do my front."
"You know that's against the house rules," Angie told him with a sly wink in Sheila's direction.
"Why?" Susan asked, a look of frustration and disappointment on her face.
"Wives can't do husband's fronts. Somebody else has to. Any takers?"
"I will," Susan grinned, climbing down from her perch. Angie looked at John to see if he would object; obviously she didn't know John. She was all smiles.
Jackie looked uncomfortable, but also intrigued, making Sheila feel that progress was being made on that front.
Susan began to soap down Ted's front.
Before she had made it halfway down his chest his cock begin to stir.
"Hmmmmmmm," he said, fighting back a grin.
"What's this?" Susan asked, pretending she didn't know what was happening.
"Don't know," Ted answered, watching his cock reach nearly full erection.
Susan was soaping in the area of his cock now, but she didn't touch it. It was still unclear to her what the ground rules were, but she was beginning to suspect that more was expected of her than just a scrub.
Which suited her just fine.
Still, she needed some kind of a signal from Angie that it was all right for her to go ahead and take care of his cock.
"Honey, you're missing something," the black-haired woman said, obviously as anxious as everyone else to see Susan take care of Ted's cock.
"Oh, is that a fact?"
Susan promptly let her soapy fingers find their way around his rigid shaft. Slowly, provocatively, she moved them up and down, covering his meat with the slippery soap.
"Mmmmmmm," Ted moaned.
Sheila, watching all this, was becoming turned on. She could feel the hot cream seeping out between her legs and she desperately wanted to plunge Ted's cock deep inside her hungry pussy.
Or, failing that, her own finger would do.
Suddenly she became aware of Angie smiling at her. She looked up, and as she did, the other woman gestured with her eyes toward Jackie.
Sheila followed her line of sight and was surprised to see Jackie leaning forward, her breasts heaving up and down, her eyes wide with excitement as she looked down at Susan working on Ted's cock.
She was making no pretense about it now; her hand was fairly flying up and down the slippery shaft, beating him off with a vengeance.
Sheila looked back at Angie, and was hardly surprised at all to see the other woman feeling her own tits, rubbing and massaging them, tweaking the big, erect nipples.
Sheila gave in and began to finger herself.
Susan was astride Ted on the bench now, both hands flying up and down his cock. The soap had practically all worn off now, and his tool glistened brightly in the light and heat of the room.
Suddenly Susan leaned forward and in a singe practiced motion took his entire cock deep into her soft, willing throat.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Angie moaned. She, too, was fingering herself now.
Jackie was just watching, but it was evident from the expression on her face and the way her breasts were heaving up and down that she was as turned on as the rest of them.
Up and down, up and down Susan drove her mouth on his meat. Each time it disappeared into her throat, she made a snail gurgling sound that Sheila found to be progressively more exciting.
Finally Ted began to groan.
"Make him come, baby… make him come!" came Angie's voice from above, throaty and full.
"Let us see it, Susan… let us see him come," Sheila chimed.
Susan responded by pulling her mouth reluctantly from his prick, then jerking him off once again with her hands.
Ted began to writhe wildly.
"Oooohhhh," he groaned, feeling the hot, sticky cum begin to bubble up inside him. He wanted to hold it back, making this exquisite moment last even longer, but he couldn't.
Susan's body glistened from her exertions, her small, firm tits bobbing up and down, her eyes never once leaving the huge prick below her.
Then it exploded.
"Aaaggghhhh!" Ted grunted as the first heavy wad of jism flew out of him and up into the air.
Then, when he was almost spent, she took him in her mouth once again, licking and sucking on his shrinking tool, feeling the smooth skin of the head, tasting his salty seed.
Finally she pulled up and off of him.
The room was silent.
His cum was all over his stomach now, hot and slimy in the heat of the worn.
Hungrily Susan leaned forward and began to lick the jizz. Finally, when it was all gone, she looked up at the others. Sheila and Angie both had their fingers in their cunts, while John and Philip had erections to match the one that Ted had had just a few moments earlier.
She smiled, a few traces of Ted's cum still glistening on her teeth and lips.
Jackie looked like she was in a daze. Her eyes were glassy, but her legs were spread wide as if she, too, had at least harbored thoughts of jamming her finger into her own pussy.
Then Angie caught Sheila's eye and silently climbed down off the bench.
Sheila followed her out the door.