12 comments/ 14771 views/ 20 favorites It's All In the Cards Ch. 01 By: AbstractReality As he put the last little bit of tinsel on the tree, Eric couldn't help but find himself smiling; this was going to be the best Christmas in years. It didn't matter that a lack of funds meant there were hardly any presents under the tree for he or his roommate, Jeremy. It didn't matter that he had to work Christmas Eve. All that mattered was that this year he was finally going to spend Christmas with someone special, his girlfriend Jennifer. Eric and Jennifer, both 24 years old, had been nearly inseparable from the moment they had met. Sure, it was a little tacky that it had been via an online dating site, but it had seemed to work out for them in the long run. They'd been together since June, and, this being their first Christmas as a couple, they decided to spend the entire holiday season together. Unfortunately, they would not be spending it alone. Jeremy's plans to go home to his parents' house in Florida had fallen through, and he was forced to stay right where he was, at the apartment in North Carolina. Fortunately, for everyone, he was not alone: his girlfriend Brenda was visiting from college, which meant that he would not be moping around and making everyone depressed. Eric stepped away from the tree and glanced over at Jennifer, sitting on the couch putting away the unused ornaments that couldn't fit on the tree. He wondered to himself how he could have been so lucky to have won her over. She was a vision of loveliness to him, her dirty blonde hair resting just below her shoulders. He couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous body, plump and curvaceous in all the right places. "It looks perfect," she commented, admiring his work with the tree. "Yes, it does," he replied with a deliberate smile, admiring her work with, well...her. Jennifer couldn't help but blush in response. Eric had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. She'd only ever dated one man before him, but it had turned out disastrously. The man had never cared for her the way that Eric did. He was kind-hearted, always cheerful, and sensitive to the things she needed. Of course, he was also a big dork, a quality she actually found herself attracted to. He didn't feel the need to spend his free time going to clubs or bars, choosing to stay home and play games on his computer. She never had to worry about what he might be up to or with whom he might be. She found that she loved the cheesy puns he made, even if they made her groan. And, at a towering 6'5" to her own 5'4", he was big enough to wrap himself around her whenever she just needed to be held. She held out both her hands to him, and he came to her, and bent down to kiss her deeply. It was then that Jeremy and Brenda entered the living room. "Don't you two have a room for that?" Brenda playfully asked. Eric broke away from the kiss and sat down next to Jennifer on the couch before looking up at Brenda. "What's the matter? Not a fan of a good show?" he replied. "Not much of a show," Brenda quipped, "you were just kissing." "We could do more," he joked. "I'd rather we not," Jennifer remarked quietly. Eric understood completely: Jennifer was a very shy person. When they were alone behind closed doors, she was a fiery, passionate lover, but when there was anyone else around, she had a hard time displaying affection beyond hand-holding. He didn't mind, though, because the fiery passion during alone time was absolutely worth it. "Right. So, what are you guys up to?" Eric asked of the couple. "My pre-order just came in at GameStop," Jeremy answered. "We're off to go pick it up before the stores close. I see you finally got the tree up...one day before Christmas. Cutting it a little close, aren't you?" "Not really." Eric said. "I didn't want to get the tree too early and have to deal with watering it and finding needles all over the carpet for the next 4 months. It's much easier this way. We get a tree for Christmas, and we can toss it the day after. Everyone wins!" Eric looked at the couple standing in the doorway and watched them shake their heads at him in unison. He mentally noted how perfect they were for each other, completely in-sync, even in their thoughts. He correctly surmised that at this moment, they were both thinking that this was very typical "Eric Behavior". Together for almost 2 years now, Jeremy, 25, and Brenda, 23, were perfect for each other. Eric had originally introduced them after meeting Brenda in one of his online games. He had been seeing someone at the time, so, even though he found her attractive at an even 5 feet tall and the cutest smile he had ever seen, he hooked her up with one of his gamer friends. Jeremy was ever thankful for that particular day; he had never had a serious relationship in his entire life. He and Brenda found a mutual love of gaming that Eric and Jennifer did not share. They bonded quickly thereafter, and, though they had their fair share of spats and arguments, were a great couple. Things had gotten pretty serious, and the subject of marriage had been brought up once or twice. "Well, you two take care out there on the road," Eric continued. "There are a lot of crazy drivers out there today doing their last minute shopping." "Oh, babe, speaking of being on the road," Jennifer lightly touched him on the shoulder, "Don't you have to get to work soon?" Eric sighed audibly. "Yes, yes I do." "Well, you take care, too." Brenda said. The two left out the front door and into the chilly mountain air. Eric stood, pulling Jennifer up with him, and gave her a long, slow kiss. "Be careful, sweetheart. I love you." She said as she walked him to the door. "Love you too, dear." ----------------- Eric arrived home late that night to find the entire household, unsurprisingly, asleep. He quietly made his way through the apartment to his room, trying not to wake anyone. As he took off his clothes and joined Jennifer in bed, something was bothering him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He spent some time trying to figure out what was different, but, eventually, he succumbed to the embrace of sleep. ---------------- When morning came, and it came much too quickly, Eric stumbled out of the bedroom and into the living room in his pajama pants. He was not at all surprised to find Jennifer, Jeremy, and Brenda all sitting there waiting for him. He paused at the doorway for a moment to take in the sight before him, and his brain took note of several things. First, he couldn't help but notice that Jeremy and Brenda, sitting on the loveseat across from the couch, were being extremely affection that morning. Jeremy sat there in his flannel pajamas with his arms wrapped around Brenda, looking comfortable in a new red silk robe, his face nuzzled into her neck. Eric found himself absentmindedly wondering what she might be wearing under that robe. Next, his eyes took in the lovely spectacle that was his beautiful Jennifer. She always looked incredible, morning, noon, or night. Her natural beauty was enough to take his breath away, and she never needed to wear makeup. Today, she looked especially cute, wearing her short black satin robe, tied about her waist. She had the most mischievous smile on her face as she looked up at him. Finally, he couldn't help but notice that there were extra presents under the Christmas tree. Specifically, there were four small envelope-sized packages and one slightly bigger box-shaped package, all wrapped in a dark black paper. Eric immediately knew what had been bothering him the night before; he'd seen them when he walked in, but had been too tired to register it. "It's about time you woke up." Jeremy said. "We've been waiting for you so we can open up the presents." "Sorry about making you guys wait, I was exhausted." Jennifer motioned for him to sit beside her on the couch, and he complied. Once he was beside her, she leaned over and kissed him, running her fingers through his hair. "Well, you're awake now!" She cheerfully commented. "Let's get to opening gifts!" Everyone grunted their approval, and with that, Jennifer dropped down onto her knees next to the tree and began picking up the envelopes. She turned and looked at Eric. "What are these? Did you buy last minute gifts for all of us?" "Me?" he said while raising his hands somewhat defensively. "I thought one of you guys put them there while I was at work." She shook her head. "No, it wasn't us. I asked Jeremy and Brenda when they woke up this morning." "Well, someone's obviously not telling the truth." Brenda chimed in. "I'll say," commented Jennifer, "there's one here for each of us so we won't know who did it." "Clever." said Jeremy. Jennifer handed each one of the others their envelopes before tearing into hers. Inside was a fancy looking hard plastic card that was long and slender and had an intricate design on the back. The closest approximation she could make was that it looked like a very fancy tarot card. Confused, she turned the card over, and saw her own name written in a stylized font. "What is this?" She asked. "I'm...not sure?" Eric replied, just as puzzled. He too held in his hands an identical card to hers, but with his own name written on it. He looked across the room to see that Jeremy and Brenda had received the same thing. "We all got one, though." "There's another package here," said Jennifer, holding up the slightly larger box. "It has all our names on it. There's nothing in the 'From' field, same as the others." She handed the box to Eric, who then carefully unwrapped it. Inside the wrapping was a small wooden box with a lid and a latch on it. He popped the latch and opened the lid. Inside was another stack of cards with an identical design to the ones they had all received. Curiously, Eric picked up one card and turned it over: it was blank on the other side. "Weird. So, someone got us all custom made tarot cards and a blank tarot deck? I don't get it." "I'm a little weirded out by this," Brenda said. "Can we put them away, please?" "Agreed." said Jeremy. One by one, they each passed Eric their individual cards, and he added them to the pile inside the wooden box. He closed the lid and latched it, then set the box to the side. The next hour passed by pretty quickly, as everyone opened their gifts from one another, and a steady parade of "Thank you"s and "You're welcome"s flowed. All In all, it had been a pretty amazing haul for each of them. As they all sat there content with their gifts, Eric reached over and picked up the wooden box again. "What are you doing, hon?" asked Jennifer. "I'm just curious what these cards are all about." He unlatched the lid and popped it open, looking at the design on the back of the cards. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, the way the colors and the light mixed together, it seemed like the artwork was something straight out of the world's most creative imagination. Jennifer's card had been the last one to go in the box, and he picked it up to take a look at it. However, when he turned it over, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Instead of her name, which he had expected to find on the card, there were instead two words: Partner Swap. "Wha-?" he said aloud, and then something strange happened; A peculiar sensation came over him. Jennifer, who had been sitting beside him, suddenly stood up, and untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She now stood there in a sexy shimmering satin chemise, which went down to her thighs. Eric noted that she had most definitely not been wearing that before. Jennifer turned and looked at Eric with a devilish smile, and then looked over at Jeremy, who suddenly couldn't take his eyes off of her. Brenda, too, had a wicked look on her face, and her robe joined Jennifer's on the floor. Underneath, she was wearing her own satin chemise, a dark red with black trim. Eric was suddenly very confused by what was going on, and he tried to ask Jennifer what she was doing. However, when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were not the ones he'd chosen. "Show him a good time, love." He said. "Oh, believe me," Jennifer replied, "I will." "What did you just say?!" Eric suddenly asked. "Oh god, what did I just say?!" Brenda then strode briskly across the living room and sat next to Eric on the couch. Jeremy, meanwhile stood and dropped his pajama pants to the floor, his erection plain for all of them to see. He started to move to Jennifer, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. "No, lover, I'll take care of this." She said, sounding completely confident. Then, her voice became shaky, "I'm not saying those things. What's happening? Why can't I stop?!" As she said this, she pushed Jeremy down onto the loveseat and straddled him, grinding her pussy against his fully erect member. Jeremy, for his part, looked as completely helpless as Jennifer did in the matter. "I can't stop myself, either. It's like my body has a mind of its own!" He exclaimed. Then, more confidently, he said to her, "God, baby, I can't wait to fill you up and make you mine." "Yours. That's right. Tonight, I'm all yours." She declared, and then, kissing him deeply, she lifted herself up, and then slammed herself down onto Jeremy's cock, letting out a loud satisfying moan. "God that feels so good!" she exclaimed. Eric was filled with a strong feeling of jealousy as he watched the events unfold. Making things worse was that he was unsure how much of what she was saying and doing was her, and how much was the power of the cards. As he sat there watching his girlfriend sitting on his best friend's cock, Eric felt like maybe he should do something to stop all this. He tried to stand up, but he found that his body was non-responsive. "Patience, Eric." Brenda whispered in his ear in a sultry voice he had never heard her use before. "Our turn will come soon. For now, we watch." Then she slowly reached into his pants and began to stroke his cock, which, to his own surprise, was standing fully erect. "Brenda?" he looked at her, confused and shocked. "Eric, I'm not doing this. I swear!" She then leaned in and kissed him. He found himself wrapping an arm around her and kissing her back. For a moment, he let himself enjoy the kiss, a secret desire he'd always harbored for Brenda coming into his mind. When he allowed himself to enjoy it, a sensation of joy shot through his body and, using all the force he could muster, he pulled away, scared for what that could mean. Against their wills, the pair then turned to focus entirely on Jennifer and Jeremy. Jennifer turned and glanced at Eric, a broad smile across her face as she lifted herself up and then fell back down upon Jeremy's prick. She threw her head back and moaned again. "More." She throatily whispered. Jeremy, whether spurred on by his own desires or those of the controlling force, obeyed, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling back, leaving her neck completely exposed. He leaned in and sunk his teeth into her neck, right up to the point of almost drawing blood. At the same time, he began thrusting his hips up and down, rising to fill Jennifer faster with each movement. "Yes! Yes!" She cried out for the world to hear. "No! No! I don't want this. Oh god, I don't want this. I...I need this! "I don't think...we can stop." Jeremy said breathlessly between thrusts. "I don't think I can stop. I don't think...I want to stop." With that, Jeremy succumbed entirely to the power of the cards. His eyes suddenly took on a glazed-over appearance, and the panicked look on his face was replaced with one of absolute bliss. His hips started moving faster now, as he was lost completely to the desire that now engulfed him. He had eyes for Jennifer only, now. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Jennifer cried out again and again, her hips gyrating in time to Jeremy's. She looked back at Eric, her eyes filled with a mix of passion and regret. "Baby, please forgive me! I can't control my body!" "Jennifer, my love, don't fight it. Just give into it," the words spilled from Eric's mouth. He panicked and shouted, "No! I didn't say that!" As she bounced up and down upon Jeremy's very fulfilling dick, Jennifer could feel her mind weakening. The cards already controlled her body, but she suspected it was only a matter of time before they took her mind, too. Then, she knew, she would be a completely willing participant in whatever else happened that night. She tried to focus on fighting it, but the constant pleasure she was experiencing made it very difficult. She suddenly felt her nails dig deeper into Jeremy's skin, as a wave a pleasure crested through her body: an orgasm was coming. Somehow she knew, without knowing how, that the moment she came, she would lose the last of her resistance. The power controlling her must have known this as well, for as soon as she had the thought, her body began fucking Jeremy with wild abandon. "Cum..." she whispered hoarsely. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum." The loveseat began to creak and groan under the force of their prolonged fucking. None of the four had any concept of time by this point, so none could know how long Jeremy and Jennifer had been going at it. "I need..." she tried to say between her own moans. "What do you need, lover?" Jeremy asked, knowing full well the answer. "I need...your seed...in me." "NO!" Eric suddenly called out. That had been the one thing Jennifer had never allowed him to do. She had never allowed him or anyone else to cum inside her. That, she had declared, was for her future husband only. "Yes!" Jennifer replied, shouting her lungs out. "Fill me up with it! I need it all!" Jeremy, without hesitation, let loose the load his body had been holding onto for quite some time. Jennifer could feel it shooting deep insider her; it was so hot, she couldn't help herself. In that moment, she had the most intense orgasm of her life; one that seemed to last forever, and, when it was over, she was a complete slave to the cards. "Fuck me!" she demanded. "Fuck me forever with that big beautiful cock of yours! Give it to me until I can't take it anymore! I'm yours! I'm yours!!" With her still impaled on his cock, Jeremy stood up, and lowered her down to the floor. She spread her legs wide for him, and he began fucking her hard and fast, right there on top of his own girlfriend's discarded robe. Eric and Brenda sat on the couch transfixed for a while, neither sure how to process the entire scene that had taken place before them. Then, without knowing how or why he said it, he turned to Brenda and, with a smile, he declared "Our turn." It's All In the Cards Ch. 02 Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I received some good feedback after my first chapter of this story, and I chose to take some of it into consideration as I continue to write this. This story is my first ever attempt at writing erotica, so I hope my inexperience doesn't show too much. I can confirm that there will be at least be 2 more chapters to this story. Beyond that, I can't commit to anything, but if more ideas come to me, I will write more. ***** On a chilly Christmas day in northwestern North Carolina, the world continued on as it typically would on such a day; many businesses shut down for the day, parents surprised their children with presents, loved ones cozied up to one another to watch the veritable buffet of holiday movies. In short, everything was normal. Inside apartment xxxx of the Meadowlark Apartments, however, was an entirely different story. In here, something had taken over, had subverted the core nature of two young couples: a deck of cards. Harmless in appearance, these cards had mysteriously appeared beneath the Christmas tree, and, when a card was pulled from the deck, it enacted some kind of controlling force upon those whose names had been added to the deck. It was because of these cards that Eric Mason now found his girlfriend Jennifer on her back, being humped furiously by his roommate Jeremy. The cards had forced him and Jeremy's girlfriend, Brenda, to watch as the act unfolded in front of them. For a brief moment, Jeremy and Jennifer had struggled to keep marginal control over their own bodies, but, in the end, they had been overcome. As of right now, Jeremy was the one she loved, the one she desired, and nobody else even existed to her. This last thought caused Eric some concern inside; he had no idea when or even if the effect of the cards would wear off. He was terrified of the thought that he may never get to make love to his Jennifer again. His fear was shared by Brenda, sitting beside him on the couch, forced to slowly stroke his cock as they watched their significant others go wild on one another. Eric couldn't help but feel jealous as his best friend got to be the first man to ever cum in Jennifer's pussy. He himself had come close a number of times in the heat of their lovemaking, but she had always stopped him, asking that he instead finish in her mouth or on her breasts. This time, however, under the influence of the cards, she had not only allowed Jeremy to cum in her, she had insisted upon it. Just then, a strange thought popped into Eric's head: watching Jeremy and Jennifer fuck for so long was actually pretty hot. He began to appreciate the way his girlfriend's body moved in subtle ways as she was pleasured again and again. He noticed how her nails dug into the floor, he noticed how her hips gyrated perfectly in time with her lover's, and he noticed how she never took her eyes off the man who now straddled her. C'mon, Eric he thought to himself, don't let the cards alter your thoughts. This is the woman you love fucking your best friend right in front of you. But Eric knew the truth- the cards had not put those thoughts there. They had been entirely his. He, not the cards, loved watching his girlfriend fuck another man. His cock sprang more eagerly to life than it had been the entire time Brenda had been touching it. Brenda, or, at least, whatever was controlling her, seemed to notice this, and began to stroke his cock more eagerly. He felt as if he could cum any second, but for some reason, he wasn't. It seemed as though the force making them dance to its tune had other ideas. Suddenly, without warning, and certainly with no input from his own will, Eric turned to Brenda, and, with a smile, he declared "Our turn." Eric had never seen Brenda look happier. From the moment the cards had taken control of their bodies, Brenda had correctly deduced that she and Eric would be fucking that night. Though the idea of her body acting on its own frightened her, the knowledge of what was about to happen thrilled her: she had secretly wanted him for some time, ever since she heard Jennifer's moans coming from their bedroom one night. It seemed that the cards would finally be granting her forbidden wish. Brenda found herself leaning back and repositioned on the couch and she expected Eric to take her as roughly as Jennifer had taken Jeremy. Instead, she was surprised to find that Eric was instead positioning his head near her waist as he straddled her legs. His hands gently rolled over her satin covered body as he leaned down and lightly teased her clit with his tongue. A wave of pleasure washed over her body as his tongue connected with her flesh, and, for a moment, she completely forgot that she was not in control of herself. She no longer cared that Jeremy was thrusting in and out of another woman's pussy not three feet from where she lay. Whereas she had been filled with panic before, now, she was not the least bit bothered by anything happening that day. She moaned and then sighed contently. Eric, on the other hand, couldn't stop freaking out about the day's events. As his tongue continued to lick and tease Brenda's clit, he couldn't stop the feeling of helplessness that filled him. While it was true that watching Jennifer and Jeremy turned him on, he began to worry that the changes were permanent, and that he had lost his love to Jeremy forever. He wanted so badly to get off the couch and stop them, but his body wouldn't respond. Suddenly, his mouth and tongue were forced deep into Brenda's soaking pussy, and he began to lick frantically. "Oh god!" Brenda cried out. "Yes, Eric! Lick my fucking pussy! Lick every drop! It's all for you!" She tossed her head back and began to moan incoherently. Eric heard his name in there a few times, but the rest of it was mumbled nonsense. Not being a fan of giving oral sex, Eric tried to stop what was happening. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to be pleasuring Brenda in any way possible, but he wanted so badly to gain back some kind of control of the situation, and he figured this was the best time to try. He poured all his will into stopping his body, into just trying to pull his mouth away from her sweet pussy, but his body simply wouldn't obey. To his dismay, his tongue continued to thrash about inside the woman he loved. Wait, Eric suddenly though, his pulse pounding as his heart began to race. Love? Where did that thought come from? I don't love Brenda...do I? Don't you? Another thought came to him, almost like a second voice inside his own head, speaking to him in his mind. No! He tried to shout back mentally. I love... But the presence inside his head wouldn't allow him to mentally finish that sentence. Instead, images of Brenda flooded his mind: Brenda and he on their first date. *flash* Him on one knee asking Brenda to be his wife. *flash* He and Brenda standing at the altar on their wedding day, Jeremy and Jennifer their Best Man and Maid of Honor respectively. *flash* Eric was back in the here and now, his head still between Brenda's legs; his hungry tongue craving more of her sweet juice. What... he struggled to gather his thoughts. What was that? A taste of the life you could have, came the reply. One of many. You have so many choices and opportunities open to you in the future. How? I can't even take control of my own body right now! The voice in his head actually laughed for a moment before it replied. I'm actually to blame for that one. The first fantasy is always my choice. Tonight, you belong entirely to your best friend's girlfriend, and he to yours. In the morning, you'll all regain control of your bodies, but the memories...oh, the sweet, sexy memories. You'll all keep those. And then what? Eric asked the presence. Then, it replied, you'll have to figure out how to make the cards work for you. There's just one more thing... What's that? You won't remember this conversation until the morning. Until then, as far as you'll be aware, you really do love this woman. No! Eric pleaded with the voice. I don't want to- *flash* Eric suddenly pulled his head away from Brenda's pussy, his face beaming in a great big smile. He quickly climbed his way up and over her body, positioning the tip of his cock right against her soaked cunt. Brenda, in turn, spread her legs wide, welcoming him in. "I love you," he said to her. And he meant it. Of course you mean it he told himself. Why had he thought he didn't love her? "Oh, god, I love you too, Eric." Brenda replied, her body trembling. "I need you inside of me so badly. I don't care what's making us do this, just...please...fill me up! Make me your woman!" The cards! Eric had almost completely forgotten about the cards. Those little pieces of plastic had, in one day, turned their lives completely backwards and upside-down. It seemed like there was something important he had to remember, but his rapidly increasing desire for Brenda quickly quashed those thoughts. Finally, after several hours of toying with their bodies, the cards claimed Brenda and Eric's will for their own. Now completely under the control of the cards, Eric could only think of Brenda. He had no recollection of ever having even been with Jennifer. To him, it seemed perfectly natural that Jennifer and Jeremy were fucking on the living room floor in front of them. And now, he decided, he was going to show them what he and Brenda could do. Without hesitation, he thrust himself into Brenda's waiting and willing pussy, instantly filling her up, and stretching her wider than she ever had been. She cried out in a moment of both ecstasy and minor pain, and her nails dug into his back. He ignored the pain her nails in his flesh brought, though, and began to rock back and forth, repeatedly impaling her on his cock. "Give it all to me," she begged him. "Ride me until I can't take anymore!" Brenda wrapped her legs around Eric's waist, wanting to keep him inside of her forever. The couch began to quietly creak as Eric's pace slowly increased. The moaning of Jeremy and Jennifer was quickly drowned out by Brenda's cries of passion: she was a screamer. They fucked like that there on the couch for some time, neither one able to stop what was happening, and neither one wanting to. After what seemed like an eternity, Eric finally came inside of Brenda, but, contrary to his experience and expectation, his cock didn't grow soft: He was not done pleasuring his love. Brenda, already exhausted from the entire ordeal, but definitely still wanting more, looked up at Eric with pure bliss in her eyes and a bright smile. "Bedroom?" she asked. "Bedroom." He agreed. Together, they got up from the couch and headed towards Eric's room, carefully stepping around the couple still entangled together on the floor of the living room. They were almost to the door when the need to be inside Brenda hit him again. He placed a hand on her chest pushed her against the hallway wall, kissing her passionately and grinding against her. Not one to let the opportunity for more cock pass her by, Brenda happily wrapped her legs and body around him, welcoming him back inside. Eric began gyrating his hips, pressing her body against the wall, forcing himself in and out of her. "More, please!" Brenda begged, and Eric happily obeyed. Suddenly, a thought popped into Eric's head, one he was absolutely sure was the best idea in the whole world. "Brenda, my love?" he whispered throatily as their bodies became one. "Yes?" she whispered back. The waves of pleasure were cresting now. Both of them were on the verge of orgasm. They both wanted to cum again, needed to. They were so close, now. "Marry me." "Yes!" Together, they came: an orgasm that would linger on in their minds until the end of time. And that was the last thing either of them remembered from that night. ----------------- Eric awoke to find himself naked and snuggled up to a mound of satin and frilly lace in his bedroom. Grogginess and exhaustion from the night before caused him to take far too long to realize that the mound was a person- Brenda, to be exact -and the material was a wedding dress. A wedding dress?! Eric panicked. Suddenly, the entirety of the last day's events flooded his mind. He remembered the cards, he remembered their spell forcing the couples to swap, he remembered the strange subliminal conversation with some unknown entity, and then, he remembered his proposal to Brenda. Try as he might, though, he could not remember what had happened after that. Eric forced himself to sit up and look around; it seemed as if he had control of his body again, just as the presence had said he would. His movement caused Brenda to awaken, and as she stirred, she cuddled him to him. "Morning, babe," she said absently. "I had the weirdest dream last night. You'll never believe it." "Oh, I'll believe it." Eric replied. Brenda shot right up in bed. "Eric?! Wait... you mean, that happened?!" She freaked and, with considerable effort due to her attire, ambled out of the bed. It was only then that she realized what she was wearing. "This..." She trailed off. "We didn't! We couldn't have! How did this happen?!" "Brenda, please, sit down." Eric implored, trying his best to be the calmer one of the two, though his own mind was filled with terror. "It wasn't us, it was the cards!" "Cards? What cards?" "The tarot cards! The ones that came addressed to all of us. Don't you remember?" "No," she replied, slipping out of the wedding dress and letting it fall to the floor. "All I remember was suddenly wanting you, wanting to touch you, wanting to run my hands all over you, feeling you inside me..." Eric looked at her sideways, she was clearly re-living the events of the previous night, and it was turning her on. She didn't even seem to care that she was standing naked in front of him. "Uhh...Brenda?" She cleared her throat, clearly embarrassed. "Sorry, I can't help it. I do remember seeing Jennifer pounce on Jeremy. I feel like I should be jealous of that. My head is so foggy, though, nothing about yesterday seems real." "Do you remember anything else?" "I remember telling you I loved you, I remember you proposing... Oh god, I said yes, didn't I?!" Eric looked down. "Yes." "But we didn't really-" "I don't know. We need to talk to Jeremy and Jennifer and figure out what happened." "I agree." Eric stood up and opened the door, motioning for her to follow. As she passed by him, she put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Did you mean it?" she asked. "Mean what?" "You said you loved me. Did you mean it?" Eric wasn't really sure how to answer that question anymore. Before yesterday, the answer would definitely have been 'no'. He loved Jennifer and planned to love her for the rest of his life, but the events of the previous day had filled his head with so many conflicting thoughts. He had most certainly told her that he loved her, and he knew it had been because of the cards, but that thought was there in his head now, whether put there or not, it was there: he loved Brenda. "Yes, I did. I do." "Good," she smiled and quickly kissed him. The pair headed towards Brenda and Jeremy's room but stopped just short of the door. The sounds coming from the other side were unmistakable. Bed springs creaking, headboard banging softly against the wall, quiet moaning: They were fucking. Eric silently cracked open the door a little to see Jennifer, still wearing her black satin nightie, straddling Jeremy, her head tilted back, running her fingers through her hair, and bouncing up and down on him as he sat propped up on one elbow licking and sucking on her nipples. "Yes, baby, yes!" she softly cried out, thinking Eric and Brenda to still be asleep. "Cum for me, please! I need to feel it in me again, now, tonight, and every night!" Brenda, trying to get a better view of the action, tried to push the door open a little wider: this turned out to be a mistake. As the door opened, it made a creak- quiet, but it was enough to alert the pair on the bed, who froze right where they were, looking towards the door with guilty eyes. Eric mentally noted that neither one attempted to get off of or out from under the other one. "Eric!" Jennifer said, her voice trembling in fear of having been caught. "We can explain!" Jeremy implored. "Yesterday-" "I know," Eric interrupted him calmly. "Yesterday happened." "We woke up this morning in bed together," Jennifer continued, "and he was here, and I remembered everything that happened last night, and I got horny and, well..." "We sort of wanted seconds," Jeremy admitted guiltily. "I did too," Brenda confessed. She turned and looked at Eric. "I still do." Eric smiled and looked at his girlfriend as she sat still atop his best friend's cock. Brenda clearly didn't mind what was going on. He knew she, like himself, was still worried about the wedding dress and its implications, but at that moment, she didn't seem to care. "You guys can continue. I give my full blessing." "Mine too," Brenda added. "Thank you!" they said in unison, and, without missing a beat, they continued fucking right in front of Eric and Brenda. "Is there room for me?" Brenda asked the two. They both stopped for a moment, looked at each other, smiled, and then beckoned her over to them. "Do you mind?" she asked Eric. "Not at all," he said with a smile. "There's room for you too," Jennifer added to Eric, although, she was already back to gyrating atop Jeremy's cock. "I have a couple things I need to do right now. Maybe later." He replied, knowing he needed to go somewhere and see if he could have a talk with that other voice. He turned to head out into the living room, but Brenda caught his arm. "We'll talk about us later?" she said, more a statement and less a question. "Of course" he said with a smile and kissed her softly. He shut the bedroom door behind him as he heard the three of them begin kissing and fooling around. He headed down the hallway towards the living room, but stopped short at the end of the hallway. Standing right beside the tree, holding the box of tarot cards, was a man. There but not really there: a mental projection of sorts. "Good morning," the man said in the same voice that had been inside his head the night before. "Ready to figure out how to use these?"