Author’s note: Thank you again for the positive feedback. I’m trying to add a little intrigue every now and then in an attempt to keep things fresh. I have a couple more chapters in mind before I wrap things up. As always, it’s probably best to start at Chapter 1. Comments and criticisms are always appreciated!

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Why was I getting such special treatment?

This thought nagged at me on and off for six weeks. I know what I was getting out of this. But what about my “audience/participants”? Whenever I would start overthinking things, it became natural for me to masturbate those thoughts away. I’d dream of previous encounters at the salon. Another encounter came to mind as well.

One evening, long ago, my Wife (who is now my -ex), was sitting in our basement with the TV on and laptop open. This constituted her “home office.” I asked if the needed any company. She said, “Sure.” So I grabbed my own laptop, stripped off all my clothes an headed to the basement. My Wife finally noticed when I reached the bottom of the steps.

“Greg, not now. What are you doing?”

“Relax,” I told her, “I’m not going to attack you. I just want to be naked as I sit here with you. Look, I brought my laptop. I’m just going to sit here with you and do some online crossword puzzles.” With that said, I grabbed a seat on the couch that was angled toward the TV opposite from where she was sitting and opened my laptop.

We sat in silence for several minutes with the only sound coming from the TV. My Wife likes to watch what she calls “mindless reality shows.” To her, it’s mostly background noise. This one was about couples who apparently got married the first time they saw each other.

My Wife continued to study her laptop, then paused to watch the TV for a moment. She then gave me a quick synopsis of the couples on the show; which ones she think would make it, which ones wouldn’t, who was really nice and who was a jerk. I tried to listen as intently as I could. I wanted to show her that I could sit here naked without doing anything sexual.

The problem was, after her little synopsis, I started watching. The scene showed a couple swimming in a pool at night. They looked like they were sharing a little “pillow talk” as they chatted. They also appeared to grope each other underwater.

Clothed, I probably would have found the scene somewhat interesting; completely naked, it was now very arousing.

I tried to turn my attention back to the crossword puzzle, but it was no use. My cock was the one at attention, my laptop blocking its view from my Wife. This needed taking care of.

“Greg, what the hell!” was my Wife‘s reaction when she saw saw me slowly stroking myself.

“Sorry, that swim scene kind of got me going,” I explained to her as I grabbed the base of my cock, “and you’re sitting here, fully clothed in comparison to my nudity. I just started thinking about it and got hard.”

My Wife peered at me over her reading glasses, but said nothing.

“So, I really need to take care of this.”

“Really?” she said in an exasperated tone.

“Really!”

With that, I started stroking myself a little more vigorously. I mostly looked at my cock, occasionally stealing glances at my Wife to see where her eyes were. I knew staring at her would only scare her and she’d flee. I wanted her to stay.

I started picking up my rhythm and started panting a little louder. Another stolen glance at my Wife saw her watching me. She had taken her reading glasses off and had what appeared to be a pained look on her face. She was watching, but she didn’t appear comfortable with it.

Sensing her discomfort, I wasn’t about to prolong the show, so as soon as I had it in me, I grunted and shot my wad all over my chest and stomach. I slowed up to allow my Orgasm to subside.

“There, much better,” I grinned at her.

“You’re weird,” she said.

I got up and went to the restroom to clean up. I was still naked when I came back. I sat in the same spot as I did before and resumed my crossword puzzle as if nothing had happened.

About 20 minutes later, she closed her laptop and announced she was going to bed. I felt like I needed to explain myself.

“First off, thank you for staying and watching. It honestly was a real turn on to have you watch me while I took care of myself. Honest! Really! While this probably won’t happen every time, it will happen on occasion, because I just really enjoy being naked in front of you, whether you have clothes on or not. And of course, you’re always welcome to join me.” I winked at her in hopes of getting her to warm to the idea.

“OK, Greg. Whatever,” she said with a slight grin and a roll of her eyes. I told her I’d be up in a moment as she walked past me and kissed my on the forehead. I was hoping that was a sign that I might have had a little breakthrough with her. I got naked for her on multiple occasions but masturbated only a couple more times. I tried to explain my Fetish, but it was just something she wasn’t totally comfortable with. So I gave up.

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I was hoping that Dawn would finally be in so that I could get some answers. Dawn was in, thankfully. She greeted me warmly at the door, closed and locked it and drew the curtains.

“It is so nice to see you again,” I said with sincerity, “I hope everything OK.”

“It’s fine,” she said.

She watched me as I stripped. Then I watched her as she unbuttoned her white lab coat. She had a long sleeve blouse with buttons that go about halfway down the shirt. The top three buttons were unbuttoned; the rest were clearly straining to keep her breasts in place. The shirt was untucked but styled to be that way. She had on black capri pants and black flats. Her very curvy figure looked very good and it seemed there was a little more color in her round, high and slightly chubby cheeks. She looked adorable!

“Guess we’re almost ready, then,” she said with a grin while looking down at my cock. It wasn’t almost completely erect, but it was close. I sat in the chair and Dawn put the smock on. She began telling me what had been going on the last couple of months for her. I decided it best to be polite and not stroke my cock under the smock out of deference to her. She no sooner started her story when we heard a knock on the glass. Dawn just barely peeked her head between the curtains, then I heard her unlock the door and open it just a bit.

“May I come in?” It was a very familiar voice.

I heard the door open just a little more and Kate walked in. She had on a pair of beige sandals, tan khaki capris and a bright peach colored top. It was cropped to show her very toned abs a few inches above her belly button. I quickly imagined her wearing the silky bra I had taken off her the last time I was here.

Not knowing what we had been talking about, Kate came over and gave me a quick “friend” kiss and immediately slid the office chair over so that it was seated next to me but facing me to again allow her right hand to slip under the smock. She began to fiddle me, much to my delight. With Kate’s fingers exciting me, the environment very relaxed, it was time to pose some questions and get some answers.

“So… this seems like a good time to talk about this,” I began, “Why me?”

Kate knew what I was talking about, but Dawn gave me a quizzical look.

“Why am I getting this special attention. Did you guys make a pact or something? Did Andrea say something?”

Dawn spoke first and didn’t hesitate.

“I Love having you in here. I like what I do, but it’s same old, same old week after week,” she said. “Your visits break up the monotony. I look forward to you coming… Ha Ha! and I think about what we did for the rest of the day. In fact, I get a kick out of all the old prudes who come in here and sit in the same place you sit knowing what had just happened.” She stopped cutting my hair and looked straight at me in the mirror. “Believe me, I’m getting a kick out of it!” I did believe her.

I then looked at Kate for her answer. She stopped stroking me and just held my manhood as she spoke.

“I’ll admit it. I’m kind of a perv. So far, I haven’t met anyone who I want to share it with.” I found this rather unbelievable–anybody who didn’t want to do anything with Kate is a fool! “I’ve tried Tinder. The couple I tried ended up being jerks. I’ve heard catcalls walking down the street and have been groped too many times in bars.”

She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. “Greg, you’ve become someone I can trust. You’re very polite and never really take anything for granted. You’re a person I can be a little pervy with you until I find Mr. Right. And it’s weird, because while it’s sexual, it doesn’t feel ‘sexual.’ It’s just fun.” She smiled at me and began stroking me once again. “You’re my boy toy!”

I was ecstatic! I had never been anyone’s “boy toy”, let alone for someone as pretty as Kate. Dawn agreed, “I’m having fun, too! I think it’s pretty cool knowing you’re going to undress after the curtains are closed. And that I’m going to get to play with you when the haircut’s over.”

“And look at me,” Kate chimed in. “I didn’t even ask, I just slid this chair over so I could sit down and keep you hard while Dawn cuts your hair. I like that!”

I was positively beaming now, but was wondering if each knew what the other was doing. “So… are you two exchanging stories about me?”

Dawn again replied immediately, “Nope. Don’t know and don’t wanna know. We just do what we wanna do because we know you’ll wanna do it.” I looked at Kate, who shook her head in agreement.

“I couldn’t have planned this out better if I wanted to,” I thought to myself. I did have one more question.

“So, did you come to some kind of agreement that I’d get off for you every time I was here?”

In the reflection in the mirror, I could see them looking at one another as if they didn’t know how to answer.

Dawn finally said, “Well, I was gone the last couple of times. I don’t know what happened while I was away, but I do know that as long as your here now, you’ll leave happy.”

Kate and I waited until Dawn got distracted before exchanging sly grins. If they’re not sharing between the two of them, I’m not about to kiss and tell.

With my haircut over, Dawn announced, “It’s my turn.”

They switched places for the wash. Once in the wash chair, Dawn unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her blouse to show off her delicious cleavage. Then she stood next to me gently stroking my cock while Kate washed my hair. Kate leaned over me quite a bit and as I result of her crop top shirt, I was able to see her bra. It was the same one as last time. It was a quick wash and rinse. Kate even applied the gel, just how I like it.

“Can I please masturbate for you now?” I asked.

“I’ll take care of you,” Dawn said. She looked at Kate as she said this. I suspect she knew Kate had somehow taken care of my needs the last two times I was here.

With Dawn on my right and Kate on my left, the pleasuring began. Dawn had oiled me up with some unscented oil and started stroking me with her right hand, her left grasping my Ass. Kate had her right hand on my Ass and was applying light pressure to my stomach, just over the base of my cock. Kate began breathing heavily into my ear, which I found to be highly erotic.

Dawn’s pace began to quicken. It was amazing watching her hand slide down the entire length of my shaft and back up again. As she stroked me my right arm, which was sandwiched between me and her, was getting slapped around pretty good by Dawn’s bosoms. If she cared, she didn’t show it.

Kate moved her left hand from the base of my shaft to my balls and was gently kneading them. My back began to arch as my Orgasm grew. Kate must have felt the semen begin to surge because just before climax, she put her hand near the tip of my cock to catch my cum. I began grunting as my first shot splashed in and out of Kate’s palm, but subsequent spurts landed right in her cupped hand. Dawn continued to milk me as my Orgasm waned, the last few drops trickling on her fingers.

While I caught my breath, I noticed Dawn licking my cum from her fingertips. Kate licked her palm off. I had two pretty ladies both completely clothed sampling my sperm. Lucky me!

Kate slipped out right away saying a client was coming soon, but not before a quick kiss and hug. That left just Dawn and I. I thanked her for the “exceptional” service and let her know much I appreciated being her “boy toy.”

We hugged, then I grabbed her very gently by the chin to get her attention. “You know, you really are very pretty. You have beautiful eyes and those cheekbones of yours suit you perfectly. And the curves on you are fun to watch!” She could tell I meant every word.

Dawn was blushing as I said goodbye.

“By the way, if you recall, you sent me to Georgene for my haircut the last time I was here. If you see her, tell her I said she did a nice job.”