“Any time, lover.” Angela stood and embraced the all but naked woman, and whispered into her ear, “If it’s every man’s fantasy, why not fulfill his? Why don’t you tell him about us and invite him to join us?”

“You mean it? I didn’t think you liked men that much.”

“It wouldn’t be men. It’d be you and him. That’s different somehow.”

The two walked up the stairs to the bedroom hand in hand.

“Would you do the anal thing with him?”

“Asshole?”

They both laughed at the ambiguity of her reply.

“What difference would it make?” Angela stood beside the bed unbuttoning her prim blouse as Ronda splayed herself across the bed and started to masturbate.

“I think it’s hot.”

“I thought you didn’t like it that much.” Angela carefully folded her pants and faced the dresser to put them on top of her other clothes.

“Not for me! To watch him fucking your ass. To hold his big hard cock and guide it into your little asshole, to see him sink it into you a little bit at a time, to see you taking him into you… That would be hot. Maybe I could even help out in other ways. But I’m no psychic, so I’d need some practice. I think it’s hot you watching me play with myself like this. I’m just about to come just thinking about it.”

Ronda stood up and walked around the bed to stand in front of Angela. She gently pushed her down onto the bed with both hands and pulled her panties down her legs and threw them onto the floor as she knelt between Angela’s knees. Knowing what Ronda had in mind, Angela lifted one knee over each of Ronda’s shoulders and lifted her hips from the bed just enough for Ronda’s hands to fit under them so Ronda could draw her cunt with its tuft of long hair toward her waiting lips and tongue.

“Go easy, lover. This time I want there to be something left of me so I can do you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Ronda’s firm warm tongue circled Angela’s clitoris until it was hard and as large as a pea, protruding from its cowl and vibrating with expectant lust. Then Ronda stroked the magic place she’d learned about earlier. She stroked it at just the right tempo and pressure until Angela sighed and shivered into an orgasm.

“Stop, lover.” Angela sat up and pulled on Ronda’s hands. “Come up here with me.” Ronda complied.

Angela embraced her and stroked her breasts, then her stomach and her thighs. “Lay on your back like when you masturbate. Let me do it.”

Ronda complied. Angela lay on Ronda’s left and stroked her clitoris with the tip of her right ring finger.

Angela saw the images as they developed in Ronda’s mind’s eye.

Jeff naked, his cock hard and firm. It was big enough that Ronda’s hand couldn’t reach all the way around. Angela on her stomach, her ass in the air. Ronda looking longingly at the wrinkled flesh of her anus. Ronda holding Jeff’s cock with one hand and bending down to run her tongue around Angela’s asshole, finally to dart her tongue into that tight opening, withdraw it, and then stay there to play with her anus.

Angela felt her cunt responding to the images Ronda was seeing.

Ronda places Jeff behind Angela and guides the purple head of his cock into the breach her tongue had opened. Jeff thrusts gently and Angela feels the soft head of his cock working its way into her anus, filling her up. She relaxes to accept the girth of his cock as he plunges deeper into her. Ronda plays with herself with one hand as she guides Jeff’s cock into Angela’s anus. Angela backs up to receive more of the cock into her.

Angela put her face on the pillow, kept her right hand on Ronda’s clitoris, and started to play with her own clitoris with the ring finger of her left hand.

Ronda pushes against Jeff’s ass to drive him further into Angela. He sighs and his limp shiny penis falls out of Angela’s asshole.

Ronda reaches her hand between Angela’s legs, dips the moisture from her cunt, and starts to stroke Jeff’s cock back to life. When he’s hard again, she pushes him onto his back and straddles him. She thrusts forward and back to feel his cock fill her cunt. Angela rolls over, sits on Jeff’s legs behind Ronda, and fondles her breasts until she starts to come.

“That’s it, lover. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop.” Ronda began to come at the same time Angela did. Both of their bodies shook as Angela lost control of both hands. Angela turned onto her back and lay with her left leg thrown over Ronda’s legs.

“Wow, those were some fantasies!”

“You saw them?”

“Um-hum. They got me so hot, I had to do myself while I was doing you. That made it even more intense.”

“So shall we do it?”

“Do what?”

“Both of us. Fuck Jeff.”

“Yes, but one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“He can’t have anal sex with either of us and then fuck us.”

“Yeah, he’d infect our vaginas. I know. But that’s the difference between reality and fantasy, isn’t it? I’m always fantasizing about stuff I wouldn’t or couldn’t do in reality.”

“You sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Ronda Moore, I’d like you to meet some of the women who work with me as field operatives. They are all skilled, competent, well trained and bonded investigators.” Angela indicated five women standing in front of the bookcase in her office. “Marcella Ingles, Maria Cortez, Gudrun Jenssen, Stephanie Li and Joyce Sato. Among them they cover all the languages of Europe and most of the languages of Asia. They’re expensive, but they’re the best at what they do.”

The women smiled at Ronda, pleased at the compliment their employer had given them.

“What’s the job, boss?” Maria asked.

“Ronda thinks her husband is cheating. She wants you to find out.” Angela handed each woman a file that contained a photograph and information on their target.

“Do you have a read on him?” Joyce Sato shifted her weight.

“Indecisive.”

“You can usually get a pretty good fix on these guys. Or gals. What’s up with this one?” Gudrun Jenssen was the tallest of the women.

“Well… Let me put it this way. If Jeff were here with us, I think he’d be having a fantasy about fucking us all at once.”

“Not that bad an idea,” Stephanie said, “With apologies to you, ma’am.” She nodded at Ronda. “But we have rules about things like that.”

The other women waited until Ronda responded with a hesitant laugh before they joined in.

“Speaking of rules, what rules do we follow for the investigation?” Marcella studied the printed sheet in the file with the photograph.

Angela nodded to Ronda. “The floor is yours. You can tell them to only gather evidence that could stand up in court or you can tell them no holds barred.”

“No holds barred. This isn’t going to court. It’s going to me. Do anything you need to.”

“Sting?” Stephanie was eying the photograph.

“Sting?” Ronda looked puzzled.

Angela spoke in a schoolteacher voice. “Okay, suppose we have a reason to think that a person is ‘available’, but we can’t catch him in the act. We can test the idea of availability by having someone approach the guy and come on to him. Then we see how far she has to go before he is in the act. Sometimes they get to a room and he leaves. Sometimes the guy will cut it off way before then. And sometimes…”

“You find out he’s really available.” Ronda finished Angela’s sentence for her.

“Yeah. It’s not pretty, but we do it sometimes. Not our operatives. But they can set it up easily enough.”

“No, don’t do that. I want to know just what he’s up to when he says he’s at meetings and working late and traveling all over the planet on his job. I’d like to know who he travels with and who he rooms with on those trips. I’d like to know where he is when he says he’s staying late. Just that kind of stuff. If there’s something going on, then…”