A Condo with Two Views by Al Daltrey

prove I would do anything for
him. I’d go to any
length, and would put myself out there, even at the risk of shaming
myself. I’m going to succeed; I knew he would be so pleased. I’m
hot, damn it, and I was going to make that lesbian couple want me.
Jack deserved the scent of their pussies covering his wife’s face.
As the day progressed, and whenever I had a few moments to think, I
mapped out my strategy. The first thing I needed to do was properly
introduce myself to the girls, and get to know them enough to begin
a conversation. From there, I’d somehow get them out for coffee or
a drink. Based on what I learned, I’d take it from there. Who
knows, maybe they do have an open relationship?
    I racked my brain to try to remember what
day and time I’d originally seen them in the gym. If they have a
routine, and I figured it out, I’d be off to the races. All I
remembered was that it was very early, and that the red haired one
spent her entire workout on the same elliptical machine. I set my
alarm for 5:45 the next morning and was down in the gym by 6:00.
They were a no-show. The next morning I returned. And the morning
after that. One thing was for sure, whether my mission was
successful or not, I was sure as hell going to end up in great
shape by the end of the month!
    Finally on Tuesday, I had luck. The
unsuspecting pair wandered into the gym, oblivious to the fact I
was clandestinely waiting for them. I was happy that I had chosen
tight fitting workout clothes that morning. Black short tights and
a low cut Lululemon top. No workout bra, just a thin regular bra.
I’m slender, but my breasts are quite full, and I certainly can’t
exercise without one. I knew my nipples would be poking out of my
top, from time to time. A little bait for my two little
fish.
    I played it cool and set about my plan. I started stretching, as if
in pre-workout. This way, when one of them settled on a machine, I
could just so happen to select the machine beside it. Normally, I
tend to keep to myself, but I was intentionally more gregarious
than usual, making small talk: ‘How are you today?’, ‘Hopefully
this humidity will let up’, ‘How long have you lived in the
building?’
    By the second time I saw them in the gym,
two days later, I was able to say ‘Hello I’m Chloe’. The girls
introduced themselves as Canace and Shanyn. We had progressed from
a face you recognize to acquaintances.
    “ Gee, you must be really dedicated. I’ve
seen you here before and you look really fit?” Canace remarked one
morning.
    “ Oh, I’m in training for a charity fitness
event, so this is crunch time for me.” They seemed to buy my
story.
    I had made a conscious effort not to tell
Jack too much about my game plan. Only when I needed his
cooperation did I keep him in the loop. I saw the girls a few more
times, and we chatted casually. Our friendship was growing. The
first big break came when I invited the girls out to see a
performance of Cirque de Soleil. I pretended I had free VIP passes
through work, and with no one to join me, the passes would go to
waste if not used. It was the only way I could invite them to come
along without it appearing strange or suspicious. Cirque was a hot
ticket, and happily they jumped at the opportunity.
    Meanwhile, the sex between Jack and I was
electric whenever we fucked. I mean, it was always great – but my
mission seemed to add an extra little element of edge. It seemed I
was always turned on.
    The Cirque show was just as billed:
inventive, exhilarating, spectacular and literally breathtaking.
About a year earlier, Jack and I had seen ‘O’ at the Bellagio in
Vegas, and this was just as fascinating. The only time my mind
drifted was when I rehearsed in my head what I would say to my new
friends following the performance. I had memorized a deep
confession about how I’d always longed to make love to another
woman. Little
did they know. It wasn’t
hard to think of what to say because it was, in part,