Ann and I were married the Saturday after Thanksgiving in 1988. The ceremony was held in the living room of our New York apartment and one of my law school classmates had arranged for a local judge to officiate. Ann's mother and her husband (she had remarried after Ann's father had died) had flown in and Justine had also been able to join us. Justine was completing a residency in Pediatrics in Los Angeles and took advantage of the trip to the East to interview for a fellowship position at New York Hospital. The celebration of our wedding was in some measure an opportunity for reflection. As I surveyed the fifty or so people who had joined us, I was, on many occasions reminded of extraordinary episodes in my life with Ann. From Justine to Ellen to Sharon to Gerry--all these people had provided special moments for us. Ann and I had had many discussions after our return from our trip to Los Angeles concerning the new direction that our life would be taking. I had told her that I viewed our marriage as signifying my intention to make a permanent commitment to her and as our relation evolved, I wanted to be more giving to her. Ann seemed to appreciate that change on my part, but she allowed that as she knew me and my tastes and habits and that since she had enough of a sense of herself, she also knew that there would still be an "edge" to our relationship. But there were two major new influences in our lives. One was the concept of my "giving" more to Ann. We sometimes referred to that as "sharing". The second issue which was now looming for us was the prospect of children. Both Ann and I were near forty. For me that was less of a deadline than that it was for Ann. I knew that a child with Ann would totally disrupt the patterns of living we were following and for that reason I was not quite as certain that Ann becoming pregnant was a great idea. We both knew that we would have to face up to that issue soon. After our wedding celebration, Ann and I did not take the traditional honeymoon. Ann had asked me if she could plan out a few special events for the ensuing months and, as Ann's "surprises" were always amazing and exciting, I was quick to agree. The first of these special events was to be a New Year's eve party which we would host. Ann spent a lot of time over the next weeks dealing with florists, caterers and others while she was setting things up. I was kept in the dark while I looked forward to what I knew would be a typical Ann surprise. In the meantime, Ann was always alert to finding ways to inject excitement into everyday experience. Ann and I, for example, had converted one of the bedrooms in our apartment into a gym. Our equipment consisted of a treadmill, a stationary bike, a ski-tracking device and a rack of free weights. We worked out at least four times a week and on three mornings a week we were visited by a personal trainer who would work with both of us if we were available or whichever of us could make the appointment. Sometimes if I were not going to be there Ann would invite one or two of her friends over to join in the workout. On one such Wednesday, Ann had asked two of her friends to join her as she anticipated that I would be attending a meeting at the time of the scheduled workout. In fact, my meeting was cancelled and we got a phone call that morning from the institute which provided the sports trainers advising that the trainer who we expected also could not make it that morning. Ann seemed to have a bright idea. "Rather than if I call up Gloria and Susan and cancel things, why don't you join us? I've got an idea" Ann added. I perked up as I sensed Ann's inventive mind working. "Two questions" I replied. "First what's your idea, and second, where has Gloria been? I haven't seen her around lately." The latter question was prompted by the fact that I had not seen Gloria, who lived with her husband in an apartment in our building two floors below ours, for quite a few weeks. "You know, I hadn't heard from her at all recently. I called her a few times and my messages weren't answered. Then she called me yesterday and all she told me was that she had been away for a while and told me that she would bring me up to date after she had a chance to see me." Apparently Ann was a little puzzled. Ann continued. "You know we have been talking about sharing recently. I think I'd like to show you off a bit." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Look, we'll have to play it by ear, but I think I'd like to have you lead us in our workout today and I want to make it a bit interesting for the girls." "How should we do that?" I asked. "Simple, you run the workout for us but what I want you to do is to wear your shorts without a jockstrap. You see the possibilities?" What Ann was setting in motion was evident to me. I usually worked out in a t-shirt and a loose fitting pair of nylon shorts. I needed the jock to keep everything in place, but Ann plainly had other ideas. As I started to get a little pleasantly anxious about how things would work out, I wondered if this was how Ann felt as she prepared to go out with me in some revealing outfit. As the girls were due to arrive in a half hour's time, I placed a call concerning one of my investments, then changed into my gym clothes, following Ann's direction and then went into the gym to run for about ten minutes so that I would be warmed up, loose and limber when the girls arrived. I had just finished a brief warm up when Ann, Gloria and Susan joined me in the gym. Ann was wearing a rhubarb-colored, one-piece leotard over a tightly fitting bra and socks and sneakers. Susan, who is a brunette in her late twenties, had her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing a thong-style black spandex outfit, with black tights which were just a little transparent. Gloria, who was in her late thirties, was very short, barely five feet tall and was wearing a white leotard. "Girls" Ann anounced, "our trainer cancelled out on us today, so I asked Bob to give us a good workout today." "Why don't you stretch out and warm up" I said, "and then we can get started." Over the next five minutes or so each of the girl's went through their warm up drills, stretching against the bar and doing easy calisthenics. I then told each girl to take a piece of aerobic equipment and run through ten minutes of exercise. Gloria hopped on the treadmill and set out at a brisk walking pace. Ann mounted the stationary bike and Susan seemed to frown as it was only the ski machine that was left for her. I saw that she was a little awkward on the ski machine, so I suggested that she not try and use the handropes, but lean against the pad at her hips for support while she worked to get the hang of the correct balance and rhythm. I told the girls that they would rotate among the equipment every ten minutes so that they would have a full thirty minutes of aerobic work. I stepped back to watch my "class" at work. Gloria and Susan were both interesting to look at, though in different ways. Gloria, although too short to be considered beautiful in a classic way, had an interesting appearance. She had short, curly black hair, with dark brown eyes and a quiet manner. She was a little too busty for the proportions of her figure, and as I watched her closely I was clearly able to make out the outlines of dark colored nipples pressing against the fabric of her leotard. Susan had a more athletic appearance, despite her clumsiness on the ski equipment. She had a good dancer's type figure with discernible muscle definition. The semi-transparency of her tights, which encased her bottom over the back of her thong-style outfit encouraged me to imagine what she would look like nude, at least from the hips down. These observations had an arousing effect on me, which reminded me of Ann's cleverness. As I felt myself starting to have an erection, I realized the predicament which my loose-fitting nylon shorts presented. I realized that if I were not careful, and I was not sure whether I wanted to be careful, I might find myself lengthening and then peeking down the leg of my shorts or, at the least, tenting those shorts in a conspicuous way. At the ten minute mark, I had everyone change equipment. Ann took over on the ski machine and Susan went over to the treadmill with Gloria taking her turn on the bike. Ann was much more experienced and adept on the skier. Susan promptly set out at a good jogging pace on the treadmill, but Gloria was having a little difficulty with the bike. The source of the difficulty was obvious. The pedals had been set for Ann's longer legs and Gloria's feet kept slipping out of the pedals on the bottom of each downstroke. I went over to the bike to help Gloria by adjusting the height of the seat. As she swung her leg to dismount from the bike for a moment, she brushed up against me and with that casual contact I knew she felt, as I did, the contact between her thigh and my semi-hard state. That only served to make my sneak appearance only that more imminent. The last rotation through the aerobics cycle was more straightforward, and by the time it was finished, each of the girls had a slight sheen of perspiration. I told everyone to help themselves to some juice which from a pitcher which was set out in a corner of the room and each of the girls served themselves while I pulled a bench into the middle of the room and arrayed some dumbells next to the bench for the next segment of the workout. I asked for a volunteer to go first and in the absence of a volunteer, I told Susan to lie down on the bench on her back. I handed her two ten pound dumbells and told her to flex her arms and then raise and lower the dumbells, pushing them up from her chest and holding them steadily for two sets of ten repetitions. I stood behind her, at her head, and spotted her through the routine which she completed handily. It was then Gloria's turn. She started out well enough, but then seemed to run into a bit of trouble. I noticed that as she lowered the dumbells she was lowering her arms at her sides which had the effect of stretching her top tautly against her chest. My gaze focussed on her nipples which seemed to be presented through the material and I noticed then for the first time a small hard item that seemed to be resting on one nipple underneath her leotard. As I straddled the bench to help Gloria in her struggle with the weights, I noticed that she was looking up the pants leg of my shorts and I knew that her view was completely unobstructed. I pretended not to notice where she was looking and Gloria made no comment. I felt an increased sense of inevitability however to an emergence of my cock below the leg of my shorts. Ann was next. I knew Ann could handle the weight easily, so I gave her two fifteen pound dumbbells. She blasted her way through two repetitions and then yelped "Ow." Gloria and Susan looked over in concern and I asked Ann what was the matter. Making a motion towards her chest Ann said that the wire in her bra was pinching her. She decided to solve the problem. Quickly, Ann pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her top and then pushed the fabric down towards her waist. She then released the clasp at the front of the bra and shrugged it off. She sat upright on the bench with her considerable breasts resting on her stomach and showed everyone where the underwire in one cup had protruded through the bra material. Ann then lifted her right breast up and without any self- consciousness examined her side to see if there were any visible scratches. Satisfied that she had solved the problem she then resumed her position on the bench and extended her hands to receive the weights. That she did not bother to slip on her top did not seem to bother her. I handed Ann the dumbbells and watched her complete the first set of repititions with her large breasts now splayed out at her sides. Each repetition caused delightful reverberating movement in her breastflesh and, despite the intimate familiarity I had acquired with Ann and her body over the years, the sight of her exercising in this manner was overwhelmingly stimulating. The effect of Ann's actions on me were immediate and had to have been intended by Ann. I had no ability to control my arousal and I knew that the head of my penis had emerged into plain view along my leg below the fabric of my shorts. I saw, as I stood astride Ann, that she saw what happened and her response, which was to run her tongue along her lips, was also seen by Gloria and Susan. Ann dropped the weights at her side and reached up with her hands and grabbed my backside and pulled me directly over her and then, pulled my hips in a downward motion which caused me to widen my stance and dip myself towards her now open mouth. She mouthed me for a few seconds in this awkward position and then released me. Susan's reaction was to say "That looks like a fun way to workout" and she stripped out of her clothes and said "I hope it's my turn soon." Gloria said nothing, but also joined Susan and Ann in removing her workout attire. As Ann sat up and pulled my shorts down around my ankles, I looked over at Gloria more closely. I saw that, like Ann, Gloria was shaved completely and I also noticed that one of Gloria's nipples was pierced through which she wore a ring which had a gold letter "D" dangling. At that point, I was no longer in charge, and Ann directed me to lie down on the bench. Susan acted first and sat astride me and pulled me into her. With her feet on the floor, she started a motion to raise and lower herself in time with a rhythm she established. Ann came over to the head of the bench and placed herself directly over my face. I did not need a special invitation and started to lick and nibble at her while I enjoyed her familiar taste. Gloria also made her presence felt. I noticed a warm, gentle sensation as Gloria, kneeling at the bottom of the bench, timed long licking motions on my balls and the base of my cock as the latter emerged from Susan each time she would raise herself up. I was experiencing a sensory overload as I felt the competing sensations of Gloria's lingual ministrations, Susan's sheathing envelopment of me, and the taste and pressure of Ann's sex against my mouth and face. Glancing down, I saw that Gloria's hand was busily engaged in her own stimulation while we pursued these motions for what seemed like an eternity of pleasure. Finally, with a muffled groan, I felt myself release inside Susan who seemed also to have acheived a resolution by this point. I felt myself shrink and recede within her. As Ann stood up from her position above me, I pulled Susan down towards me and completed our introduction with a long kiss. As Ann's juices were coating my chin and mouth, I knew that at least indirectly, Susan was tasting her too. After waiting a moment which allowed Gloria to finish what she had started we all walked over to the bathroom in Ann and my bedroom suite and stood in the large tub and passed around the handheld shower and washed each other off. I don't know whether it was a testament to how draining the experience was that I had just enjoyed or whether, simply, it was a consequence of the fact that I was getting older, but I felt no need (or ability at that point) to engage in another round of activity. In the course of drying each other off, I pointed to the gold "D" which was dangling from Gloria's nipple and I asked what the significance of that adornment was. I knew Gloria's husband's name started with an R and that their last name started with a K. Gloria said that it was a long story and that she'd go into it another time. Susan asked what time it was and then said that she had to go as she had an appointment at her hairdresser. As Susan dressed, Ann and I wrapped towels around our waists and invited Gloria to join us for a cup of coffee. After showing Susan out, the three of us sat in our plant room with mugs of coffee and some sliced fruit to nibble on. We chatted about nothing in particular for a few moments when Gloria seemed to notice that Ann seemed to be staring at Gloria's nipple jewelry. Gloria must have decided that that was the time to explain the significance of the "D". "I got that at Davenport" she said introducing the subject. "What's Davenport?" Ann and I said in unison. "It's really something I'm not supposed to talk about too much. It's a place where Ronald sent me. I was given the ring when I arrived, and the 'D' was put on it when I left." We knew that the reference to Ronald was to her husband. I tried to draw Gloria out. "How long were you there?" "I was there for three and a half weeks" Gloria answered. "You know let me speak to Ronald and if it is o.k. with him, maybe I can tell you more about it." Ann and I were both mildly curious, but evidently Gloria was even more anxious to explain to us what Davenport was all about. I know that I assumed that Gloria would speak to Ronald at some later point in time and then get back to us. I was wrong. "Is there somewhere I could make a call?" she asked. Ann showed Gloria to a phone and the foyer and returned to the plant room to wait with me. After about ten minutes Gloria returned carrying at her side the towel which had been previously wrapped at her waist. "Ronald instructed me to invite you to dinner tonight at eight. I will serve dinner and perhaps we can talk about Davenport." There was certainly a mysterious air about Gloria's curiously phrased invitation which made both Ann and I more anxious to know what was up. Ann and I agreed to join Ronald and Gloria for dinner. "We dress for dinner" Gloria added as she rose to go change and leave. I spent the rest of the day loafing about the apartment, sorting through old magazines which I probably should have gotten rid of a long time before. Ann occupied herself watching a video of an old Bette Davis movie and then reading. We speculated about what Gloria might have been referring to, but neither of us knew. I did not know that much about Ronald and Gloria. Ann had befriended Gloria as she saw her from time to time in our lobby and, similarly, I knew Ronald well enough to pass a few words about the weather but not much more. We had gotten to know Gloria a little better today, however. That evening, as Ann and I were introduced to Davenport, we realized how little we really knew about Ronald and Gloria.