The remainder of Saturday was spent in the suite and in between our intimate displays of affection for one another, we planned our last evening's agenda. After counting and recounting our previous night's earnings which were considerable, we all decided to deduct 1000 dollars from the total and use that as a stake for a return engagement to the blackjack table with Karen as the player and us as her moral support. After ordering dinner in, we hit the casino floor at about 8.

Karen picked the table and started her play. For the next 4 hours, we were up and down somewhat more down than up, but still had about 500 dollars left to play with.

On the next hand, she drew a pair and split them. Two face cards and took a hit on each. She had divided the monies remaining and was making the appropriate wagers on each hand. Another face card drawn and she held pat on that turn.

A deuce on the other and she looked at us, take a hit was the concensus. The turn produced a 9 and we looked at each other in total disbelief.

Bingo, cash us out! We retired to the suite once again, champagne bottles in hand and sat cuddling one another on the huge sectional looking at our good fortune spread out over the glass coffee table in front of us. The decision was made to hoard it away for something meaningful that offered us all a future together. A mutual business project that all three of us could enjoy and one that would provide security in our new relationship together. It was a week later and a female soft placeociate familiar to both my wife and Karen had invited us all to a party that she was throwing. The girls were looking forward to a Saturday night out, while I was dreading the thought of it.

They were social by nature and I was, well, let's just say "not"! It would no doubt be just another meaningless gathering of people that I didn't know who were their own best "back-patters", impressed with themselves beyond belief and how important they thought that they were. All with a singular but universal question of "What do you do?" which would be posed almost simultaneously with the self-righteous introduction of their name to usme.

We arrived fashionably late and were warmly greeted by our hostess and then escorted to the rear deck area to be introduced to the "hordes" soft placeembled there. As quickly as possible, I grabbed a drink and retreated to a secluded part of the deck all by my lonesome. Perfect! Just when I thought that I was all but anonymous and safe, a woman, 40 something of above average appearance approached me and introdced herself as Janice. As expected, the hated question was not far behind! I offered that I was in computer graphics figuring that would seal the deal and she would scurry away in no time flat. Wrong! Instead, she pressed on with a flurry of follow-up questions feigning her undivided interest in my ficticious venture. Without reservation, I offered that I took pictures of nude females of various ages in various provocative poses and posted them on a website. That should do it! Within minutes, she politely retired and I watched as she trapsed off to join the other "politically correct" guests. Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of her talking to other females and they seemed to be staring at me until I looked at them. Whatever! In time, Karen and my wife joined me and inquired as to whether I was having a good time.

I laughed uproariously and told them of my latest indescretion with Janice and they both lost it asking for the sorted details. I provided them in detail and then went in search of three refills for our empty glasses. On my return, not only were Karen and my wife there, but now Janice had returned with another female companion. I offered the girls their drinks and casually inspected Janice again and her friend. They looked like two peas in a pod, the typical suburban housewife who drives the mini-van and attends pilates classes at the health club. Surprisingly, they seemed to be seriously involved in a question and answer dialog with the two loves of my life.

I drifted off to the side and just listened. Karen had taken the lead and was filling their heads with all kinds of generic but sexually explicit misinformation as to my employ. Janice and her friend were soaking it all up and intent on hearing more.

My wife had now entered into the conversation and was weaving her web of fantasy and it started to be almost believeable even to me. Enough was enough and at the appropriate moment, I interjected that all the women that posed did it for free, no financial rewards, none, nada, just for the joy of exposing themselves! That did it and Janice and her buddy were off once again. We were sitting at the kitchen table having Sunday morning brunch talking about the party when my part-time business phone rang and the answering machine clicked on. I do take photos for a couple of realtors when they want virtual tours of properties that they list.

It's sporadic at best, but pays well when there's work.

A voice chimed in after the message and as the three of us listened we realized that it was vaguely familiar.

It was Janice! The girls had given her the number at the party to give credence to their tale and legitimize my business, but never imagined that she would ever remember it. Well, she did! We just laughed, finished our meal and made plans for the rest of the day. It was mid-afternoon and after doing some errands, we had returned home to enjoy the sun out on the patio. The phone rang, our home number, and my wife answered it. It was Janice! From their conversation, it was evident that she had contacted the party's hostess and got our residential number.

Karen and I heard my wife reply that an hour would be fine and she hung up. As she walked out onto the patio, she confirmed that Janice would be coming over in about an hour and we all now looked at one another in total confusion. The doorbell rang and Karen went to answer it.

She appeared on the patio followed by not only Janice, but her friend from the party. I stood saying hello as did my wife and extended my hand in the direction of two vacant chairs at the table. I offered them some refreshment, they accepted and I proceeded to pour them drinks very liberally adding the alcohol.

The conversation was congenial yet slow to get started, but after the second round of even greater amounts of alcohol for our guests, their hesitancy had all but disolved. As they sipped on their third drink, the conversation was becoming very interesting.

Karen had once again taken the lead on answering their questions and was now slowly but surely luring them into an ever deeper sexually revealing trap. It was having a decidedly stimulating effect on the two guests and they squirmed around uncomfortably in thier chairs obviously more than a little aroused. My wife was now also in the swing of things and along with adding specific details to Karen's responses had repositioned herself in front of the two women plainly making all of her feminine attributes open for their attentive viewing pleasure. She and Karen just smiled demurely at me while they devilishly conspired to take these two over the edge. I couldn't take it any longer. I'm really a traditional and conservative type of guy when it comes to most things just doesn't seem to be applicable with respect to my wife and Karen, but these women were all but on the verge of loosing it and now putty in my loves' hands. I adamantly clarified that those who posed for the site were inhibitionless, free-thinking, very sexually motivated, unconcerned with the issue of financial restitution and open to exploring every conceivable sexual option on film. I figured that should put out the fire! Wrong again! With these last comments, Janice was the first to react. She pushed her chair away from the table and stood up at the same time grabbing the sash that was tied around her waist that held her wrap-around sundress together. In one swift motion, she undid it and opened her dress to our full view.

She was wearing nothing underneath but thigh high nylons. Karen and my wife were both taking sips of their drinks when Janice unveiled herself and I thought that they were either going to spit them out all over the table of choke on them. As though on cue, the other woman also stood up and slipping the thin straps off her shoulders that suspended her dress, she let her garment fall free to the patio revealing her total nakedness. We all three stared at the two of them for a minute and then realized that what they had offered for our viewing pleasure had certainly been well hidden before, but was well worth the view! This time Janice's friend was the first to speak and in almost a pleading tone asked if they could please be part of the site? I looked at my wife and Karen who were still staring, no, gawking, at these two women and somehow found the presense of mind to utter: "We'll discuss it and get back to you.". The women thanked us, redressed themselves and then my wife showed them out. My wife returned, sat down, looked at Karen and I, took a long drink from her glass and proclaimed:"I think we just found that business project!".