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MRWADE.142                                     By Master Wade











                           Latin Lust





                        Chapter Thirteen











     Peggy and her two friends had dinner together at least once a


week, but they didn't like to spend very much money doing it. 


Occasionally they would go to the nicer restaurants, but that was


usually on the weekends.  It was understood among the three of them


that the main purpose for them being together was sexual; the meal


itself was merely a formality and an excuse for being together.


     Of the three of them, Anne, the youngest and only married


member of the threesome, was also still something of a newly-wed,


having been married for a little less than a year.  Her marriage


was one of those which no one expected to last, but she appeared to


be very much in love with her husband Bob, and he with her.  Doubts


about the longevity of their relationship were based on their


difference in ages, among other things.  Bob was thirty-two, Anne


was only eighteen.  Bob was a stockbroker with a Master's Degree in


Philosophy, Anne was a clerk in the ladies clothing department at


Miller and Rhodes, one of the larger department stores in the city,


and had graduated from high school just prior to their marriage. 


Bob was a political liberal and a sexual conservative. Anne was


very conservative about everything except sex.


     Anne and Bob got along better than most people would have


realized.  Anne enjoyed a standard of living much higher than most


girls her age, loved her job and the employee discount on clothing


that it offered her, cared little about politics, and was quite


content to have a sedate sex life at home and an exciting one with


her girlfriends.  Bob, having been married for several years to a


woman six years older than himself, found Anne's age and youthful


beauty to be a boost to his ego which carried over to his


performance at work.  He much preferred Anne's easy acceptance of


his political views to the raging debates he had experienced in his


first marriage, and found her much less demanding sexually than his


first wife had been as well.  Since she always managed to plan her


evenings out with the other women on the same nights as his nights


out with "the boys", the arrangement suited him just fine.


     Barbara, who was twice Anne's age, and eight years older than


Peggy, also worked at Miller and Rhodes, and it was through Barbara


that Anne and Peggy had met.  While she didn't like to refer to


herself as a lesbian, it had been years since Barbara had been


involved with a man sexually.  She still found men sexually


attractive, but she had been hurt deeply in a long-ago relationship


and had pursued a course of avoidance since then. Barbara kept her


body in excellent shape, working out at the Peggy's club regularly. 


Even at thirty-six there were few of the normal signs of aging many


of her friends evidenced.  It pleased her that even though she and


Anne were seen together often, no one had ever mistaken her for


Anne's mother, which she certainly was old enough to have been.


     Peggy had been involved off and on with Barbara for several


years, but it had amazed her to see how easily Anne had been drawn


into their little threesome.  Barbara had mentioned it to Peggy on


Anne's first day at work, describing her new co-worker in glowing


terms.  Over the space of two months, they had slowly revealed


their relationship to Anne who rather than being shocked, had found


it exciting.  It had been an easy step from there to her


involvement with them.


     "Now, listen, you two," Peggy said in careful tones as they


finished their dinner, "Paul only suspects that this girl is


interested in other women.  He said something about her college


roommate having been bisexual, but that may or may not mean


anything."


     "So we're a bit of a test for her then?", asked Barbara.


     "Yes, exactly," Peggy replied.  "I'm not even sure that Paul


told her she would be modeling for women.  So we will have to just


play it by ear."


     "Are we supposed to let her know that we're involved?", Anne


asked, smiling.  "That's the approach the two of you used with me,


isn't it?"


     Peggy laughed.  "Well, there is safety in numbers, you know,


and women who are involved with each other often desperately want


to be able to tell someone about it.  More new bisexuals and


lesbians are drawn in by couples than all the other ways combined."


     "From what you say about Paul," Anne said, "I would have


thought that he would just order her to be involved with us. Isn't


she supposed to be his sex slave or something?"


     "Oh, she will be, Anne, you can count on that.  But they only


had their first date last weekend.  Just give him time."  Peggy


knew well how convincing Paul could be.


     "I'm still a little bit confused," said Barbara, pouring


herself another half-glass of wine.  "Are we supposed to make it


with this girl tonight, or not?"


     "Yea, is this all tease and no squeeze?", Anne asked,


giggling, and holding her wine glass out for Barbara to refill.


     "Paul said he wants us to all flirt with her openly, but not


be blatant about our involvement with each other, or our sexual


desire for her, particularly.  He wants to see her reaction, and I


think he's thinking that he may not know for sure what it is until


after we've left."


     "He's probably right," agreed Barbara, "but it should be


pretty obvious whether she enjoys turning us on or not."


     "Oh, I'm sure it will be! But if this girl is an


exhibitionist, and she must be for Paul to be putting her through


this so early on, she may respond to that part of it and still not


be as anxious to be with another woman sexually as we might like,"


Peggy said.


     Anne found herself envying this girl, whoever she was.  There


had always been a bit of the exhibitionist in her too, but Bob


wasn't really into that, and even complained about her mini-skirts


sometimes.  "Well, it isn't as if this is the only time we might


get a crack at her, right?  I mean, surely you bargained a bit with


him, didn't you, Peggy?"


     "You don't know Paul, Anne.  I tried, but I didn't get very


far.  I told him we'd do it as long as he promised we'd get a turn


with her sometime, and he just laughed.  He said he would promise


that we'd be so hot when we left that we'd head straight for


Barbara's house, and that was all he would promise."


     "We don't even know if we'll like the girl yet, you know,"


Barbara said.  "But it should be fun, and if it works out well I


imagine we'll hear from him again." She looked at her watch.  "Hey,


we'd better get going; it's already nine thirty."


     The girls paid their tab and left, with Anne asking Barbara to


ride in the back seat with her on the way to Pauls.  Peggy smiled


and as she pulled out into traffic, adjusted her rearview mirror


appropriately.





     Anna Maria's ears were burning, but it had nothing to do with


the conversation being held about her at that very moment.  She and


Paul were going through her clothing, picking out things for her to


model.  He had still told her nothing at all about these friends of


his for whom she would be modeling, but she knew that this was not


as much a fashion show as it as an Anna show, and it made her hot. 


It made her so hot that she would have given anything for chance to


fuck before they came, or even to masturbate; anything to take some


of the edge off.  She thought of asking for it, but she knew there


wasn't time.


     Paul was pleased with the items they had chosen.  She didn't


need too many outfits to model.  It wasn't what she wore as much as


how she modeled it, and how she responded to the girls that


mattered.  He had let Anna Maria do most of the selecting, and it


had excited him to see the things she picked out on her own.  He


had only considered requiring her to model one lingerie outfit,


perhaps a simple bra and panty set, but Anna had decided to wear


a different lingerie set with each of the three dresses she chose;


an almost witchy bustier set in red with black trim which she would


wear under a red dress of the identically same shade, with black


stockings; a very expensive and wonderfully feminine light blue and


white silk and lace garter-belt set which she would wear under an


almost black navy dress with suntan stockings; and a tiny and


fragile looking lacey white bra and panty set that she would wear


under a snow white dress that was powerfully effective because of


it's simplicity and purity.  With the white dress on Anna looked


like a girl on her way to her High School graduation.


     One of the things which excited Paul most about her choices


was the evident concession she had made to show herself in lingerie


on three, rather than one occasion.  If this went well, he could


probably count on her doing an all lingerie show at some future


time.


     "I want to know how you want me to do this, Master," Anna


Maria said, a bit nervously.  "Do you want me to be a terrible


flirt, or an innocent one?"


     "I've been thinking about that, Anna.  Why not start out


flirting rather innocently, and then gradually become more of a


flirt with each change of outfits?  You could wear the white dress


first..."


     "No, Master!  Oops!  I'm sorry.  But I think the way to do it


is to start out being an innocent flirt, but in the most outlandish


of the outfits.  That way, you see, the clothes and the flirting


styles are in greater contrast, and it makes both of things more


powerful and erotic."


     "So which outfits would you begin and end with, Anna?", he


asked, amused by her enthusiasm.


     "The red dress is the one to begin with, with that `I'm a


whore' bustier under it.  Then the navy dress, and end up with the


sweet little white dress with almost nothing on under it.  Don't


you think so?"


     "I think you're exactly right, and I think I love you more


with every passing second." He kissed Anna softly on the cheek and


considered some more of the options. "I'll turn the couch around,


so that it faces the doorway to this room.  You can use the bar and


barstools, and the straight back chair next to the phone table as


props if you like.  And you'll be facing the windows, so it will be


almost as if the whole world is watching you."


     Anna Maria didn't say a word to any of this, but just stared


deeply into his eyes.  Just as he thought she was going to begin


crying, she kissed his mouth hard, pressing her luscious young body


against him so completely that it was almost a body massage.


     The ringing door bell startled them both.


     "Oh no! I'm not ready yet!", Anna Maria cried.  "What do I


do?"


     "Just go ahead and take your time getting ready, Anna.  I'll


invite them in and fix them all a drink and get them to help me


turn the couch around.  You stay in here, and I'll bring you out


and introduce you to them.  Just relax, you're doing to do


wonderfully!  And no peeking through the door, either."


     Paul had never seen Anna Maria so excited about anything.  He


wished that he could stay there and watch her scurrying around the


room;  there was something almost childlike about her when she was


like this.  But, his guests were here.





Continued in MRWADE.143....





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