The Shows Must Go On

This is the fifth part of a series about four friends (two couples) who have developed a very sexual relationship over the last few weeks. The characters make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts.


This is the longest part, and contains the least sex, with an extended middle part with very little action, but was necessary in the overall lives of the four. I apologize for the length, but it seemed impossible to break in the middle. I promise chapter 6 will be shorter and less talking.

I struggled with the category for this chapter. All the earlier parts clearly belonged under Exhbitionism, but that was only present in much smaller portions here. Anal and Lesbian are also present, but I ended up in Erotic Couplings. This is not a classic Erotic Couplings story, but the final part does represent a re-discovery of each other.

This part begins the night after Audrey has performed a live sex show, partially with her lover Tim. Alan and Lisa, a married couple, were the audience and had some active participation in the goings on. Like the last three chapters, this one is told from Lisa's perspective.

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I wake up to Audrey's voice.

"Oooh, that's it. Now lick a little higher. But slow down just a bit. Oooooh."

Am I dreaming about her now? No, soon I realize that her voice is real and it is coming from the guest room next door. She must be really loud to be heard so clearly in here. Alan is up somewhere -- he usually sneaks out before I'm awake -- but surely it's Tim whose tongue is being ordered about.

"Push your fingers in me. No, use more. Your whole hand. Mmmmm. Harder now. And DON'T STOP with that tongue! OOOH! YES!"

While Audrey is sounding more desperate, my own pussy is calling to me; I reach my hand down to assuage its needs. The dampness confirming its interest in the soundtrack being played out down the hall.

"YES YES YES AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

The shriek penetrates the whole condo -- and probably several neighbors' too -- lasting for at least thirty seconds.

Rats, a little too quick for me to catch up.

Then, a much softer voice, barely audible at first, comes through the wall, "I need Ben now. Give me Ben. Oooh, there he is. But take your time, Push him in slowly. oooooh that's it. That's what I need. God, I'm so full! ooooh."

The sounds are getting louder as I listen.

That's the music I need to masturbate by, fingers back hard at work.

Audrey's moans become sharper, almost squeals, and are now harmonizing with grunts from Tim. Their duet quickens and comes to a climatic crescendo, but still much softer than the earlier shriek.

In the master suite, the finale is a trio, with my soft moans joining their squeals and grunts. A nice, gentle orgasm; a good wake-up exercise.

I pull my kimono on, not worrying if Audrey or Tim gets a quick flash. Audrey had seen me fully naked in the lingerie shop two weeks ago. And they had both watched me masturbate, even if mostly clothed, just last night during Audrey's performance. Things have changed a lot for me over the last three weeks.

Audrey and Tim are just coming out of their guest suite, as I walk by. Tim seems more or less dressed, with shorts and a tee. Audrey is also wearing a tee, maybe one of Tim's, but almost certainly nothing else. From behind, I can see flashes of her cheeks on each step. As Audrey turns towards the kitchen, I can see her large tits bouncing with each step she takes, her hard little nipples clearly outlined through the fabric as they move.

All three of us come into the kitchen, where Alan is working on breakfast.

"Always nice to work to the sounds of love," Alan says, watching for any reaction.

"Did you enjoy our performance?", Audrey asks, "We were hoping you would."

"My ears were not the only part of that woke up," I admit, smiling contentedly. "If only I could bottle that sound."

"You mean, like this?", Alan asks, putting his phone on the counter and pushing something on the screen. Sounds emerge from the phone,"Oooh, that's it. Now lick a little higher." Alan taps his screen again and the sounds halt.

Audrey laughs a little and feigns shock.

"You didn't think I would miss recording that, did you?" Alan responds, putting the phone back in his pocket.

More fodder for him to perv out to, I think.

"I hadn't planned on feeding four this morning, some of whom may have worked up an appetite already, so I had to scrounge a bit," Alan announces, "Black forest pancakes, sausage, and fresh fruit. I can throw together some greens if anyone wants any. And the coffee is already made."

"Your scrounging is more than anyone else's feasting," Audrey says, "No wonder Lisa feels like she needs to hit the gym several times a week."

With my full cup already in hand, I scurry over to give Alan a good morning kiss.

While Alan makes the pancakes, the other three of us sit at the kitchen table, Audrey on the far side of the table, directly opposite me, with Tim beside her. Leaving Alan the cook's seat, next to me.

Audreys shirt, which had barely concealed her privates when she was standing, has ridden up, no longer even a pretext at providing any modesty. For the second time in three weeks, I am looking at another woman's pussy, while sitting in this same chair. And what a beautiful, meaty pussy it is. I have to admit that I am definitely sexually attracted to Audrey's body. Whether I am generally now bi-sexual or not remains to be seen.

"Oh, I've got an overnight trip with Marty, Wednesday and Thursday," I announce to the others, shifting my thoughts away from places I'm not ready to go this morning.

"What time is the flight?" Alan asks.

"Oh, we're driving or at least Marty is. He will pick me up here around 9:45."

"Same car, but separate hotel rooms, I hope," Alan asks with just a touch of concern in his voice.

Audrey and I both laugh.

"Are you really being jealous of Marty?" I ask, "You have met him, he is the sweetest, safest man I have ever known. He is like the uncle, or more like great uncle, who supports you no matter what.

"I have been sitting here staring at my friend's luscious pussy. A friend who gave us a sex show last night, where she and Tim watched me masturbate. Then you ejaculated over her already cum-soaked face. And I masturbated this morning to the sounds of them fucking on our guest bed. And you are worried about him?" I ask incredulously.

"Anyway, he will drop me back off here Thursday afternoon around 3:30 or 4," I finish, in a much calmer, almost nonchalant, voice.

"That at least covers some of the week -- I have to wine and dine customers and journalists every meal from lunch Tuesday through lunch Friday," says Alan.

"So we don't have a meal together between Tuesday breakfast and Friday dinner?", I ask, near panic in my voice. "You know how much I hate eating alone." I am starting to sulk.

"Tim's regular Thursday evening aikido is starting back this week, so we could do another lady's night. over here this time," suggests Audrey.

"But I can't cook!"

"There is plenty of leftover jambalaya for the two of you," Alan says.

"You could have dinner with Audrey and me on Tuesday," Tim suggests, "Pizza or something."

"I am not traveling at all this week, so we get three lunches together," Audrey adds.

"I guess I can live with eating Friday breakfast by myself," I concede, "Thanks guys."

"But I am still stuck being a performing monkey for four straight days. What about me?" whines Alan.

"Sorry, you brought this on yourself, boy wonder," Tim says, showing no sympathy. "And is Zardoz Labs feeding you pizza and left over jambalaya, even if it's good jambalaya?"

Everyone laughs and Alan pretend sulks. But I think he is actually pretty nervous about being on his game for so many days and so many meals in a row.

"Audrey, what's our movie going to be next weekend?" Alan asks. He is good at changing away from an uncomfortable subject.

"Audrey was suggesting 'Blue is the Warmest Color' or 'Eyes Wide Shut' last week," I say.

"Very sexy, but also very dark," Alan comments.

"I know, I am trying to think of something that's also a feel good," Audrey says, "We really liked 'Bridges' last week." She reaches over and gives Tim a peck on the cheek.

"But it's still got to have some skin as well!" she adds, "Lots of skin."

"Ask your buddy, she is the certified expert in dirty stories," Alan says, chuckling.

Audrey looks at me oddly.

"He is picking on my choice of courses," I start to explain. "When I went to register for my last semester, I realized I still needed a literature course for my distribution requirements. I love to read, but I don't usually like discussing it. So I signed up for a course called, 'Erotic Literature Through The Ages."

"You guys sure got more interesting choices than we did!" Audrey said, "I would have been all over that one!"

"It was a popular course," I continued. "All the other lit courses were capped at 24 and never filled. This was capped at 50. I probably wouldn't have gotten in if I wasn't a senior -- we got priority. It was the biggest class by far I took. And overwhelmingly women."

"All of us guys were hoping for an erotic art class -- you know how visual we are," Tim said.

"I'm stuck on 50 being a big class. Most of my classes were bigger than that, often much bigger," Audrey added. "But what did you do in the class?"

"We read a bunch of dirty books and talked about them. Some of the guys in the class were hoping to use it to pick us up, but lots of us bad mouthed men in bed generally, so they started to sulk in the corners. We seemed to have a lot of lesbians in the class.

"Of course, I had already been living with Alan for 2 1/2 years and we were about to get married, so I only said the sweetest things about heterosexual sex," I said, giggling slightly and winking at Alan.

"Anyway, we read Sappho, 'Fanny Hill', Lawrence, Miller, Nin, 'Story of O' and some other stuff. Oh, we looked at 'The Kama Sutra' and 'The Perfumed Garden', but they are more sex manuals than stories. And we read parts of '1001 Arabian Nights', the original adult version, not the g-rated version that we learned about as kids.

"We looked at some newer writing as well, ranging from 'Fear of Flying' to 'Black Satin' by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd, a current writer, and some gay-lit book I don't remember (and didn't particularly care for).

"Alan reaped the rewards for that course. I would read a chunk of my reading lying in bed every evening, getting me all hot and bothered by the time he joined me in bed."

"She is downplaying that part," Alan tries to clarify, "If I wasn't in bed with her within 30 seconds of her finishing her reading, she would come out to other room, where I was trying to work or play a game. She would straddle my lap, facing me, stark naked of course. And start taking my shirt off and playing with my chest. Do you know how hard it is to complete a level with a naked woman sitting in your lap biting your nipples?"



"No, but I would love to find out," Audrey interjects, eyeing me.

"And then once I came to bed, she would attack me like she hadn't been laid for months!"

"Oh, poor Alan," Audrey says, "Such an abused life."

"Well we all know what Audrey is like when she hasn't been laid for three months!" I say.

"From what I have seen recently, about the same as when Tim is filling every few hours." Alan adds.

"For all Alan's complaints -- and I didn't hear many at the time -- he didn't have to hear the abuse my gender was giving to his. And that course has been the butt of many a joke by him for the last two and a half years."

"So, oh connoisseur of dirty books, did they make a good move of any of these?" Audrey asks.

Alan answers for me, "I was the movie major and there have been a couple of good versions of 'Lady Chatterly's Lover', which I think she read there. But I have a suggestion for you. It's not a great movie, by any means, but I think it's roughly what you are looking for. I just sent you an IMDB link for it.

"So, mister movie major, how did you make that amazing video we watched last night?" Tim asks.

"I started with one of the two sexiest women in the world, and the rest is easy," Alan answers, putting an arm around me.

"Fortunately, I have the other sexiest woman in the world to help me, even if she insists on flashing her pussy at our best friends during breakfast," Tim responds, "What next?"

Before Alan can answer, Audrey responds by standing up, and putting a foot on her chair, gives Alan and me a more complete look at her privates. She then turns around and bends over, giving us a different view of her pussy and ass. She then sits back down, smiling contentedly.

Alan shifts in his seat to keep his pants from tenting too badly. I just lick my lips.

Trying to ignore Audrey's quick show, Alan focuses on Tim's questions. "I can set up the lighting -- have you thought about where? -- and the cameras. But there is a lot of editing involved. You never worked for the campus TV station, did you?"

"No, but could you teach me?" Tim asks.

"Let me show you what it takes," Alan says and he leads Tim off towards the study.

"Now that they are gone, I have some questions for you," I tell Audrey.

"Fire away."

"How much do the nipple clamps hurt? I have been thinking about them since I saw the display last weekend at that store. I think I would like to try them with Alan, but they scare me a bit."

"I wouldn't recommend you starting with the ones I wore last night. A little strong, and your nipples are so much thicker than mine, I'm not sure they would fit well. But we can find some. Maybe we could stop at the store on the way to meet Tim for dinner on Tuesday?."

"That would be awesome!" I say excitedly, "I want to have a good surprise for him Friday, whether this week goes poorly or well. He won't admit it, but he is very nervous right now."

"I would be nervous too if I had 50 million riding on this week."

"But back to my questions. Talk to me about the butt plug," I request. "Alan and I have done anal a bunch of times and we both like it as a change. It gives me a more intense orgasm than vaginal sex does. I almost always have to get some clitoral stimulation to cum when he is in my cunt, but not always in my ass."

"Well, I've only done anal twice. I enjoyed it the second time, but not the first. But neither was with a lover that treated me the way Alan treats you. And neither of them really knew what they were doing. They had seen it on porn and wanted to try it.

"But I do like the feeling of the plug in my ass," she continues, "I can only leave it in for an hour or so before it gets to be too much, but I know women who leave them in all day. We could wash mine off and let you try it. It's a medium sized one, but that's probably a good starting point given your anal experience."

"Let me go eavesdrop on the guys and see how much time we have," I say, creeping over to near the door to the study. I could clearly hear them talking.

"It really is a lot of work isn't it," Tim says, "And how do you know when to change angles. Like here, how did you know to cut the to back angle before we see you plunge into instead of after?"

So Alan is using raw footage from our video to train Tim. I bet Tim is enjoying that.

"Is there any way I can get you to do it?" asks Tim, "There is no way I can do anywhere near as good of a job as you would."

"I guess I can do it. But I get to keep copies of any of it I want."

"Deal!"

"And think about doing it in our guest suite. Its an awkward time to set up with you moving apartments. And I wouldn't have to lug everything over there and back again. I think we might make another one ourselves the weekend you take Audrey home."

So he's planning another one. That's exciting. But he is getting another stash of perv material, and I bet he mostly keeps good shots of Audrey. I wonder if he will let me watch them too...

"I'll think about it. I'll have to talk to Audrey too. Although she seemed to enjoy performing out of sight for you this morning."

"She sure did,"

 Alan replies. I can almost hear him smiling.

"Wanna play 'Ghost'?" Alan asks.

"I would love to. I haven't had any time to game for three weeks now. The costs I pay to have the world's sexiest woman fuck me multiple times a day. It's a hard life."


I walk away as they are laughing.

"We have hours I bet -- Alan and Tim just started playing 'Ghost'," I tell Audrey.

"Ghost?"

"Ghost of Tsushima -- it's their favorite video game," I explain. "They go on missions as ninjas or something. Medieval Japan. I have to say the visuals are gorgeous. Before you stumbled into our lives, the upcoming release was the biggest excitement in either of their lives. Now their biggest two excitements have little red nipples on them."

She pushes her boobs up through the tee shirt and jiggles them briefly before saying, "Let's go back to your bathroom. I can wash the butt plug while you get yourself all clean."

"Clean?"

"You don't want it coming out with big brown stains do you? Poop now or hold it in all day. Soaking in the bath is the easiest way to get yourself clean after that."

I start drawing the bath while she goes over to the sink to give the plug a thorough washing. Watching the water fill in, I remember my fantasy bath last Sunday. I tell Audrey about the story I had read and my fantasy I had during my bath.

"Having Alan, Tim and I as the audience isn't surprising. But I wouldn't have expected Mary too," she says.

"She was the audience for countertop cunnilingus, remember? And she did flash me. Twice. She was showing me almost as much of her pussy as you were this morning. Sitting in that very same chair, as a matter of fact. So far, I feel like I might be easy to seduce by any woman who shows me her cunt."

"So are you saying you are Bi?"



"At least for the women I am attracted to. That masseuse didn't do much for me."

By this point, the bath is full enough for me to get in. I slip off my kimono, step up into the tub and slide into the water. Audrey ogles my body as I do so, staring at my crotch as I pull my first leg over the tub wall and in.

She then pulls over the chair from the makeup area and sits smack beside the tub, where my naked body is fully visible to her. Not even any soap bubbles to tease her. But seated as she is, her full pussy is presented to me in all its glory. Again.

We chat and I tell her about what I know about the plans for both our upcoming video shoots. But I am half distracted by her genitals. I want to reach down and masturbate to the view. Or even reach out and stroke her pussy. Or both. But I am not brazen enough to seriously consider either.

As the water cools and when I feel like I'm about to turn into a prune, I climb out of the tub, being ogled again.

"Now what," I ask her.

"Why don't you bend over the tub to give me access," she directs.

I see her rubbing some lubricant on the business end of the plug before I follow orders, presenting my privates for her closure inspection. I can feel her pour some lubricant on my hole and gently push it partway in with a finger. I sense the very tip of the plug slide in before the pressure becomes greater, pushing out on all sides of my anus. As the force grows, it becomes an odd combination of moderately painful and amazingly exciting. Suddenly, it pops all the way in.

"Mmmm," I say contentedly, "That feels pretty good now. And very sexy."

As she pulls her hand away, she brushes along my exposed pussy before grabbing the chair to return it to its usual home.

"Come on in the bedroom so I can get dressed," I request. She sits on the bed watching me, first looking at my newly decorated butt in the mirror and then getting dressed.