I asked, "Mia, why do you think Jodi and Jess like doing these things? I mean, don't they think it's really out of their league to be running around like that, tempting fate at getting arrested for exposure?"

"Funny thing about it is that I asked them the same question just before we went out the door, and I got a very direct answer. Jodi looked at her sister, and they both turned to face me. 'Look at me,' Jodi said, 'Look at us both, and look at yourself. Now, we know damned well that these bodies are hot. In fact, we look good! But, we also know that this shape won't last forever, and once it's gone, it's gone. Oh, yeah, we can work at keeping in shape, but our bodies, our fire, our ages...they're all here and now. In a few years it won't be the same. I for one don't want to wake up some morning years from now and realize what could have been, what I missed out on. I don't want to lose that forever before I get my fill.' Jodi was very convincing and dead serious. She went on, 'Men play games, sports, and athletics because they dream of impressing the girls. They dream of being the super hero, or the James Bond, so they push it in hopes of sweeping some young innocent off her feet. Well, girls do the same things, only they don't flex their muscles, they flex their femininity. They shave their legs, wear high heels, and low cut dresses that accentuate their breasts. They play on their sexuality in hopes of sweeping unsuspecting guys off their high horses.' Then she cocked her hip and said, 'So, what's it going to be? You have the equipment. Are you satisfied being told who you are and what you can do all your life, or do you want to find out just how easy it is to control the men instead of the other way around? Want to play?' That cord struck home, and being the adventurous type, I wondered what it would be like to have that kind of control over men."

"Excuse me if that doesn't surprise me. Everyone wants to live some erotic tale of their own, and you certainly do have the equipment like Jodi said." I rolled her clit between my fingers as I spoke, and she melted, closing her eyes for a second at the pleasure. "Go on about your foray with the girls."

"We drove to the mall, and walked the concourse for awhile, picking out our victims and strategizing. I have to admit that planning our devilry was about as exciting as doing it. It seemed like foreplay as we waved our bodies up and down past the stores, commenting on the possibilities, then taking a break at the sidewalk caf� where we sat observing the patrons coming and going. We sipped some iced tea and talked about how sexy we felt, and especially how daring Jessica looked, sitting there with her legs crossed, making the hem of her skirt show an unbelievable amount of leg, and occasionally flapping up in the breeze clear to her waste on the side. These girls obviously knew what they were doing, and knew how to do it, because they next asked if I was ready for part two."

"Here I thought that we had just about done all we could," continued Mia, "but was I ever in for a shocker. The sisters guided me down the mall to an electronics store, where we previously spotted a number of good looking sales reps. Jodi told me to watch her eyes and expression closely to "learn the tease." We were quite a site, strolling into the place, and we pretty much had our pick of the gents when some hunk asking if we needed assistance approached Jodi. She turned and looked him completely up and down before holding his stare and saying that we wanted to look at some custom units. The guy fumbled as he escorted us to the store's sound room, where the special stereo equipment was kept for acoustically correct listening. We were asked if we had any particular interests, to which Jodi and Jess replied that their interests were varied, and that they were interested to know if his equipment was built strong enough to handle the soft tones as well as the pounding forces of a good sweaty beat. Jodi said this using her best sexy voice, and in such a way that left the poor guy speechless. Before he could speak, Jodi asked about whether a particular pair of floor speakers had an impedance control on the back. As the man sank to his knees looking at the back of the speaker, we moved closer to where, when he turned back to talk, his face was almost in our neatly outlined crotches. His stare at our pussies was so obvious that it took a full couple of seconds before he looked up only to find our hard nipples under our tops. He fumbled with an answer, flushed at being caught, and then Jessica asked if the speakers were compatible for surround sound. As she asked, she raised her arms, pointing to the rear corners of the room to indicate other speaker locations, and when she did so, her top raised to almost fully expose the bottom of her breasts. From where he was kneeling on the floor, the man had an excellent view of her bare skin as one of her nipples slipped below the hem of her top. The fish net sweater gave only the impression of cover, and her nipple was briefly exposed to his gaze which was like that of a kitten intently watching a piece of string. He mentioned that they were indeed compatible, and went on to offer that he could offer a free in-home demonstration and design of a custom system if so desired. Jodi asked Jessica if that Friday would be acceptable, and Jess, in turn, asked me if I was willing to undergo a few hours of demonstration on that day. All eyes turned to me, the man's continuously going back and forth between my snatch and breasts, and I found myself agreeing to Friday just before noon."

"So that was it?" I asked.

"Oh, far from over. We left that store in a sweat, my heart pounding, wondering what I just arranged for myself. Jodi and Jessica congratulated me on my performance saying, 'See how easy that was? That could be your first victory.' I was totally flushed at what I had just done, but I was keyed up and in a daze. Of course, the sisters weren't about to let this opportunity pass, so off to the shoe store we went. We went to a shoe section of an exclusive department store, really shopping for men more than for shoes. We spotted our next victim, and Jodi told me to play along. The suave man asked if we needed help, and Jodi said that both she and I were interested in thong heels. After picking out several pair, we seated ourselves as the man helped us with the shoes. We knew that he had a perfect close up of our outlined pussies, and we played to his enjoyment as we shifted positions, giving the material between our legs ample opportunity to shift over the folds of our lips and my extra large clit. Man, was I getting hot! There I was purposely showing a total stranger my vagina like he was giving me a pelvic exam, innocently making off that I was interested in the fit of the shoes. We got all the attention we wanted, and could see the man getting a real boner, when Jessica asked to see a particularly high pair of heels. Before he returned with the shoes, Jess told me to pay attention to her polished routine. When the man returned with the strap heels, Jessica attempted to strap the shoes on herself as he watched. You could tell his interest at her extremely short skirt riding up the side, but she was expert at not letting him see between her legs. She then got up and walked to the floor mirror about six feet away. It was one of those angled mirrors that let the person wearing the shoes get a better view, but she knew that it also afforded the salesman a good view as well. "I just don't know. They seem a bit....exposing, don't you think?" she said, emphasizing the word "exposing," as she spread her legs about shoulder width apart. You could almost see the man sweat as his eyes were glued to the reflection of Jessica's exposed pussy in the mirror. She knew damned well that he was staring directly at her bald snatch, so she just stood their swing her hips slightly without destroying the position. After about one full minute, she came back, sat down and complained about one of the straps. The man offered to help adjust the thing, and she made her final move by lifting her leg up to the stool on which he was sitting, only this time, she made sure that he had an unobstructed view of her moist slit. She watched, as he couldn't contain his stare, then, when he looked up realizing he had been caught, she smiled down saying that she would take the shoes, and would wear them out. We all giggled as we left the store, the salesman with a raging hard on, and me with a feeling of pure power like I hadn't felt before. I liked what I was feeling."

I was feeling the affect of the story myself, and was dripping pre cum as I continued to rub her wet clit. Man that clit was stiff, and I felt almost as if I was masturbating a small penis, only this was no she-male. She was all girl and the story of her seduction by my wife and her sister was just too much to stop now. I pressed for more details. "You must have been one hot bitch by then," I said, sensing that language that she didn't hear at home excited her.

"No shit, I was hot." Right on! She was really getting into the story and loosening up. She continued with some excitement now, "But it didn't stop there," she said with enthusiasm. "I was dripping when we left that store and took a break at the pub near the mall entrance. The girls ushered me over to the bar, where we took up residence on some rather high barstools. Jessica looked fabulous in her high heels and short skirt, and after our drinks arrived, we turned to notice that a group of four men two white and two black had slithered over to the table next to us. The view must have been something else for the group. Jodi and I with lycra shorts that fit right up the crack of our ass, and your wife with a skirt that didn't quite cover her ass. The men were obviously confused at what they were seeing, and finally, one made a comment on the fine d�cor of the place, asking our opinions. Jodi turned to face them, approving of their perception in decorating, and asked me if I agreed. I took the lead, and turned to face the men like Jodi. Without even thinking, I noticed that I had positioned myself like Jodi, heels on the barstool rung, making a perfect display of my pussy under the thin veneer. I was getting hooked on the rush, realizing that I could expose myself to men who would drool over my body. Within a few silly comments, I, in turn, passed the baton by asking if Jessica was in agreement of our taste. Well, you could have written a book about the expressions on the men when your wife sat up straight and slowly turned to face our party. She looked me straight in the eye to see my face when she positioned her legs the same as ours. I couldn't help myself as I stared straight at her bald cunt, airing itself on the edge of the stool. From the seats at the table below, I knew, and she knew that the men were getting something they hadn't bargained for. Not only was her pussy visible as she swung her strong muscled legs open and closed casually, but her tits could also be seen from the underside, pushing the flimsy top out in front. Jessica knew exactly what the men were seeing, and she turned slightly to make sure each man had a chance at the show. We continued our conversations through our drinks, and asked for the men's business cards before slipping off the stools. Jodi and I didn't have to drive the material in our shorts any further up our moist slits to make our exposure complete, but Jessica put on the grand finale as she deliberately slipped from her seat slowly so her skirt rode up to briefly expose her bare bottom. The fact that she wasn't wearing panties was blatant as hell, and we heard a collective sigh at the sight. The men were business types, out for a late lunch, and were employed in commercial sales of computer equipment. Jodi and Jess asked if they could contact them for technical advice, to which the guys fell all over themselves in offering their personal service. We all mentioned that we would be sure to use their services in the near future."

"You mean to tell me that my wife, I mean, I believe it of her sister, but, my wife...."

"Yup! Your wife, Jessica, made sure that she was free to procure their services, and gave them a sample of what to expect. Now that's what I call power. She was so cool and collected as these guys nearly overturned their table getting up in politeness when we left. Jess and Jodi were cool, but I was getting hot as a machine gun. They knew I couldn't last, so they asked me what I thought so far. I could hardly talk, and my drenched crotch made it apparent that I was ready for something more than just waving it around. The sisters conferred with each other, then asked if I knew now where this was leading. If I hadn't before, I realized now that they didn't do this only to go home and take a cold shower. So I asked what I could expect if I wanted to go farther. "Nothing short of heaven on earth," was their answer as they told me that they had one more stop on the way home. I couldn't believe that they expected me to accompany them into the bookstore, the kind that sold adult movies and sex toys. My embarrassment was shooting through the roof as us three foxy ladies stroll into the adult store. I felt my skin go alternately hot and cold as the girls escorted me past the rubber cocks and implements. They made a show to stop and ask me my opinion of several of the life like surgical rubber penises and handed me each one to consider. I caught my breadth several times, surprised at how real these things felt, and imagining those monster dicks penetrating my now flooded cunt. "I think she likes this one," Jodi said as they both selected a thick brown model with balls attached. They made me carry the twelve inch dick through the store past the magazines and movies as we browsed. I was in a daze, wanting to hide what I was carrying, but, at the same time, fascinated at the variety of sexual delights displayed for our pleasure. Every imaginable act, thought and perversion was on display, and my eyes were soaking it all in.

By the time we reached the checkout, I hadn't even noticed that they had each picked up a magazine for themselves, and asked if I would be so kind as to pay for them too, since they had left their purses in the car. As I stood before the raised counter, I handed the clerk my purchase, and he asked if there would be anything else. I was so transfixed at mentally helping him hurry the item into a bag that I almost forgot about the magazines, and turned to take them from the sisters and pass them to the clerk. As I passed them to the man and he looked at the covers, I noticed him glancing from the magazines to the girls behind me. I looked to see what the problem was, and I noticed each magazine's front cover had the clear picture of the two girls standing behind me, their faces splattered in gobs of white sticky cum, and a black cock dripping the rest onto their faces. These were those glossy specialty magazines that were filled with only shots of women being fucked in every hole, and of them sucking monster black cocks until they came in their mouths and pussies. Jessica and Jodi were smirking behind me, fully realizing that the man would notice that they were the featured starlets. They were watching both the man's reaction and mine as I was caught in between. Their enjoyment at my realization was broken when I asked the attendant if he was finished with the literature, to which he told me the total. Well, of course I didn't have enough cash, so I had to use my credit card. I was further embarrassed, since now the man knew my name and asked for my ID, further gaining access to my address. Jessica spoke up say that I also wanted to open an account for movies, so run the card for five movie rentals."