Five Into Three Does Not Go

"Easy ride, I hope, Mikayla and all?"

He'd sent over a limousine to pick us up at Boston and we had completed the sixty mile ride in high spirits or gin and tonic haze, as you please. That had not prevented Michael from kisses all around to myself and Kim as we tag teamed on them. I had to hurriedly repair my lipstick when the driver announced we were a bare couple of miles away from our destination.

Michael, slipping into his Mikayla persona replied, "No trouble at all."

"And the flight, no trouble there as well, I hope."

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Mikayla/Michael

The four of us, Jim, Kim, his Vietnamese wife, Kristina and myself had flown into Boston from St Paul. Dirty snow lined the streets, hobos dawdled and it was sure nice to sitting snug and warm in a limo speeding to a special rendezvous. We had made a slight detour into the Hyatt at the harbour. Carl had arranged for a suite for us when Kristina had done her little number on me, as Jim and Kim watched on.

I stripped in haste as Kristina threw the large suitcase with my party clothes open. In it lay a number of skirts, of leather and lame, each one smaller than the rest. A number of tops, some with spaghetti straps, some without, snug spandex and tight synthetic. Lace push up bras, garter belts, stiletto heels, three different wigs, two black, one curly and another long and loose, sheeny and a third one of dirty blonde. Cool satin jackets, decorated with appliqué, that Kristina likes so much and which she has turned me on to.

Off came the khakis, the Oxfords, the semi formal shirt and the innocuous tie, off came a civil engineer from of Duluth, Minnesota in about the time it takes to say "Cum on my face".

In the morning, before we had flown out, we had gone through the basics carefully, in loving detail. Kristina and I had taken a warm bubble bath together, splashing and rolling in the water together. There was a little game called 'Where's the pussy, where's the cock' that we enjoy playing.