With that, Peter popped another bottle of Cristal and suggested he and Jess hit the coke again. She was, of course, effusively enthusiastic about the idea. Peter got more handsy with Jess this time, and when they finished snorting their lines, he asked where they could find some privacy. Kelly directed them upstairs. They took the Cristal and the coke tray and disappeared.

"Well, stud, I guess that leaves you and me," Kelly said, her legs crossed toward me and a wicked smile on her face.

"This is absolutely incredible," I said. "I feel like I’ve walked into another dimension."

"They’re nice, aren’t they?" she said. "They’re two of the most famous men in the world, and they’re just ... nice. And fun."

"Yet I think I’m the one who hit the jackpot in this situation," I said, looking at her.

"You did," Kelly said confidently. "You know, I was actually really looking forward to this. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t really get involved with Kat’s men very much. We had a jealousy issue a long time ago. I try to be respectful, unless she’s genuinely okay with it. But I’m going to tell you, I want to enjoy myself tonight."

"Me too," I said. "I meant it when I said this would be a treat for me."

"We’re going to have plenty of time, too," Kelly said. "Your girls are going to be occupied for a while. They’re with men who have incredible stamina. Stephen is the only man I had to finally ask to simply stop fucking me. I was just completely raw. My ass and pussy both."

"Kat might fall in love," I joked.

"She wouldn’t be the first," Kelly said. "But, lucky for you, Stephen doesn’t fall in love."

"Enough about them," I said. "Let’s not allow another minute to slip through our fingers."

I pulled Kelly to me by the back of her head. Her mouth welcomed me. I immediately fondled her breasts.

"Upstairs," she said. "I want you to fuck me in my husband’s bed."

"You’re a dirty girl," I said.

"I am," she said. "You’re finally about the find out."

Over the next two hours, I witnessed a master class in seduction and pleasure. It gave me a new perspective of and appreciation for Kelly, as well an important insight into what made her so successful. She knew how to read people -- that was obvious -- but, on top of that, she had a gift for tying her pleasure to whatever made her partner happy.

When this realization clicked inside me, it was revelatory. Kelly was a chameleon. She changed her color to fit the situation. With a guy like Peter? She stroked his ego and knew how to flatter him by complimenting his movies in great detail. With me, she knew I liked a proper, refined girl showing off a supposedly secret dirty side. So she played that up.

In short, she researched her subjects, mastered them, and created a totally encompassing fantasy. It was similar to the approach Jess took, but Kelly? Kelly was a master. So she knew to give me a sensual blow job littered with dirty talk about how she loved cheating on her husband. She wet my cock with a few strokes in her pussy before begging for me inside her ass. She had picked up on every depraved detail of my sexual likes. She made a show of regularly breaking to snort a little more coke. And she milked two loads of cum out of me before making a final flourish to demonstrate just how deeply she understood my desires.

"You want to go check on your girlfriends," she said.

It wasn’t a question. She knew it. My cock softened in her hand after she had swallowed that second load. I simply nodded.

"Kat’s told me so much about you," Kelly said, stroking my chest. "It’s been really fun getting to finally test it all out."

"I do love watching them," I said.

"Peter will definitely have left the door open," Kelly said. "He always wants an audience. For everything."

"Well, I guess we know where to start then," I said.

We didn’t put on clothes. I followed Kelly down the hall and saw the sheen of cum leaking from her ass down her legs. I ran a hand over her beautifully formed cheeks and said, "You look exquisite with my sperm running out of you."

"It feels better than it looks," Kelly said. Every sentence was an exercise in seduction.

As presumed, the first guest room door on the left was open. Kelly held a finger to her lips and stopped us short of the doorway. We glanced around the side. My ears got a preview of what was happening before my eyes.

"Is this what you like, daddy?" Jess said. "I want to be your good girl. I’ve never had a dick as thick as daddy’s. Ever. I’ve had so many dicks. Oh, daddy!"

Jess rarely used Kat’s favorite pet name for me during sex. Peter must have requested it.

"Such a good girl," Peter growled.

When my eyes caught up, I drank in the scene. Bathed only in the soft, yellowish light of a single lamp, Jess was on top. Peter’s cock was thicker than a coke can. And, with absolute ease, Jess had it pumping in and out of her asshole. Her body was taut and focused, her full, sexy cheeks swallowing Peter’s impressive member.

"I hope it’s okay that your little girl is an anal queen, daddy," Jess said. "It just makes me cum so hard."

Peter didn’t say anything. I saw him simply put a large hand around Jess’s throat and squeeze. She gasped and started riding him harder. Kelly looked at me, raised her eyebrows, and gave a knowing half-smile. She took my hand and pulled me backward, signaling our retreat.

"Peter is always very intense," Kelly said. "His appetite and energy are relentless. But I know it’s Kat you really want to see. I doubt Stephen will give us the opportunity. Who knows? It can’t hurt to check."

I squeezed Kelly’s hand. We walked downstairs and headed straight for the guest room. The door was closed. I put my ear near the door, but it was heavy, and I couldn’t make out anything but muffled, generic sounds that might have been moans.

"Worth a shot," I said.

"Come on, stud," Kelly said. "Let’s have a bump and rest up. I’m sure you can give me another round."