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Between Friends

By: Wicked-N-Erotic



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What can't be shared between friends? As far as I'm concerned...nothing. Nikki and I share everything about our lives with each other. We talk about our kids, husbands, the laundry, and parents...sex...everything. One thing I've found with talking to Nikki is that we are always brutally honest with each other; we never take offense to what the other says. We usually start off about our kids and husbands, venting about problems and sometimes just plain bitching, but inevitability we always end up talking about sex. 
Nikki was pretty much naive when it came to sex. Just about the only kink she had ever tried was a vibrator. I would tell her about things I had done and she would end up surprising her husband with the same thing. Afterward she would always tell me how wonderful it was and how much he liked it and thanked me for the idea. For instance, I had told her how good it felt to have the vibe in her and then have her husband enter her. I told her that the feeling of being so completely filled was incredible. I told her that with the vibe on he would go crazy from the sensation of the vibrations, combined with the added tightness with the extra girth inside of her. He loved it and more importantly she loved it.

She once asked me, "So what else have you done that I might like"? 

The day she asked me that I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't had sex for a few days and was feeling extremely horny. Or maybe it was just her and the feeling of wanting to do something naughty and to see just how far she would go. At any rate that's when it happened the first time.

Nikki and I were sitting on the loveseat together at her place, alone, when she asked me what else I had done that she might like. I looked at her coyly, a slight grin on my face, 

"it would be better if I showed you", I told her. 

She pulled back away from me, scooting across the cushion toward the arm of the loveseat, "what do you mean show me"? 

"It's ok, I won't if you don't want me to. But I think deep down really you do". I slid closer to her, pinning her against the arm of the loveseat with my face inches from hers. I looked into her eyes somehow forcing her to hold my gaze, "have you ever been with another woman"?

She was getting nervous; I could tell by how low and soft her voice had become. At the same time she was excited by the idea, that I could see in her eyes. "No, I haven't", she said, almost a whisper.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like", I asked as I gently laid my hand on her bare thigh?

We had always been honest with each other and thankfully she continued that streak now, "yes, I guess I have thought about it, but I never thought I'd actually try it".

I brought my other hand to her face, brushing the back of my knuckles against her cheek softly. "Do you want to now? We don't have to if you don't want to, but I really think you'll like it, and it can be our little secret, no one has to know".

Her eyes dropped to the hand I had resting on her thigh, "yes I do, but if I say stop we have to stop, ok"?

"Ok, we'll stop whenever you say", I lifted her chin to make her look me in the eye once more, "you're 100% sure", I asked, making certain that I wasn't pressuring her into anything she really didn't want to do? 

She nodded her head in agreement, keeping her eyes locked on mine. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, just a little peck at first. My hand slid higher up her thigh, stopping at the frayed edges of her cut off jean shorts. Again I leaned in to kiss her, lingering this time as our lips slowly parted. I ran my tongue across her full lips before tenderly beginning to probe the inside of her wet mouth with the tip of my tongue.
Her hand came up to my face and softly cupped my cheek. She met my exploring tongue with hers as she began to caress my face. She moaned softly as our kiss deepened, became more passionate. 

We sat there kissing for about twenty minutes, our tongues dancing and dueling in each other's mouths. I didn't want to push her to fast and make her change her mind; I was incrediblely horny and definitely wanted to taste her sweetness. Our breathing was shallow, coming in gasp as things really started to heat up between us. I had to slow things down a bit, I wanted to make this last as long as possible. "Let's go upstairs, just incase someone comes home. At least we won't be right here in the open and we'll have time to get ourselves together". 

Without hesitation Nikki stood up and took my hand leading me to the stairs, to her bedroom. I had been in her bedroom many times, sitting on the edge of her bed while she put away laundry or just using it as a quiet place for us to talk when all the kids were together and the husbands were watching sports on TV. This time was different, this time we would be making love in the bed that she shares every night with her husband.
Once in her room she turned to face me, she seemed uncertain of what to do next. I closed the small gap between us and started to kiss her again, trying to set her mind at ease and get her back into the swing of things. It worked; she returned my kiss with more enthusiasm than when we were downstairs. I brought my hand up to her breasts, cupping the mounds through her loose fitting T-shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. She moaned as I gently pulled at her hardening nipples through the cotton shirt. I slowly let my hands slide down her torso, finding the hem of her shirt I started to pull it up over her jutting breast. The exposed mounds of succulent flesh bounced slightly when I lifted her arms over her head as I continued upward with her shirt. Immediately I bent forward to kiss her beautiful breasts, starting high at the top and working my way down to the erect nipples. Slipping my hands under them I lifted up and at the same time, pushing them together. Nikki let a quiet moan escape her as I continued to give attention to her glorious buds, licking and nibbling back and forth from one to the other. Letting my tongue trace circles around the large areolas, sucking the protruding nipples between my lips, biting gently. 
Her hands found their way to my hair, kneading and pulling, holding my mouth to her. She was more eager than I thought she'd be and not nearly as shy as I had expected. Her skin was so smooth, so soft; I loved the way her heavy breasts felt in my hands and in my mouth. I stood up to kiss her once again, rolling her nipples between my fingers as our tongues swam in each other's mouth. Slowly I released my hold on her breasts and slid my hands down her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her shorts. I ran my fingers lightly around the edge, brushing her hot flesh with the tips. Her breath caught in her throat as I moved lower and started to rub her mound through the denim. 

"Wait", she said and she pulled my hand from between her legs.

I thought I had moved to fast, that even before we really got going it was over. "What? 

Did I do something wrong? Have you changed your mind"? 

"No", Nikki breathed, "I just want to go slow, if this is going to be my first time I want to remember everything, every single minute". Her eyes were filled with lust, with a yearning to know the touch of a woman.

I stood there gazing at my best friend, thankful she wasn't stopping. With trembling hands she reached out and started to pull the bottom of my shirt over my head. She leaned in to kiss me as she dropped it to the floor at our feet with hers. Slowly she broke the kiss, her eyes fell to my lace covered breasts. Tenderly her quivering hands traced the silky edges of my bra, slipping inside to touch my burning skin. My head went back as a low groan rose up in my throat. It felt so good having her soft, gentle hands touch me, it had been so long since I had been with a woman. I was aching for her, for the taste of her. She slid her hands up my breasts to my shoulders and down my back. Finding the clasp of my bra she released it effortlessly, pulling the straps off of my shoulders as her hands came back around to my breasts. Almost as if she had done this before, or just perhaps being a woman herself she seemed to know just what to do. Slowly she descended her mouth to my breasts, pulling them free of my bra as her lips made contact with my protruding bud. She cupped them gently as her tongue lightly traced wet circles around one then the other causing me to arch and breathe a soft "ahhh". When her warm breath licked across my wet nipples I could feel them getting harder yet. I caressed Nikki's back as she bent in front on me, working her tongue for the first time on my tits. I was getting so wet watching my best friend suck and nibble; I wanted her more than anything. Grasping her by the arm I pulled her up to face me, to kiss me once more. Moving closer to her I touched my bare chest to hers, feeling her firm breasts against mine. Again I moved my hand down to her hot mound, rubbing slowly back and forth between her legs. Her jean shorts were damp with her juices. I pressed the seam in the crotch of her shorts into her sensitive clit making her moan loudly.

"Can I taste you now", I whispered in her ear? Still pressing the hard seam into her clit and rolling her button from side to side, I licked down her neck eagerly awaiting her answer. 

"Yes, Amber. I want you to taste me, but I'm not sure if I am ready to return that favor to you".

"It's ok Nik, really. If you are you are, and if you're not... then you're not. I just want to make you feel better than any man could ever make you feel. You know what they say...No one knows how to please a woman better than another woman, and it's true". 

She started to kiss me, her tongue gliding across my lips. My hands came up to the button on her shorts, I opened it easily. The hiss of the zipper as I slid it down echoed over the sound of Nikki's breath catching in her throat. Her hand came to mine, stopping me once again.

"Amber, you have to promise me something".

"What?... anything you know that Nik".

"Promise me that we will still be friends after we do this. That things won't get weird between us and we stop talking. Most of all that you won't tell a single soul".

"I promise, I swear to you I won't tell. And we will always be friends...maybe even better friends", I winked at her as I reassured her.

Nikki relaxed the hold she had on my wrist and I slowly dropped to my knees in front of her. I opened her shorts to reveal the small thatch of auburn hair, she wasn't wearing panties, which was no surprise, as I knew she didn't like to wear them. I nuzzled my nose into the soft triangle, deeply inhaling her scent. She smelled so good. The soap she used to shower with was faint, masked by the musky scent of her arousal. Slowly I started to pull her shorts down over her ass, letting them fall to the floor in a denim puddle at her feet. My tongue darted out to lick the creamy skin of her stomach, causing her to giggle as I tickled her navel with my swirling tongue. I left a trail of wet licks and kisses across her hips before she stopped me and pulled me to my feet, "My turn", she said huskily.
Just as before she mimicked my actions and removed my pants in the same way I had done to her, sitting on her knees and licking from my breasts to the top of my bare pussy lips. She didn't go any farther than the top, maybe she was waiting to follow my lead, or maybe she just wasn't ready to go that far. 

Backing away from her I moved toward the bed, "Come over here with me, it will be much more comfortable", I said as I sat down on the edge of her bed. Nikki got to her feet and walked quickly to the bed, her tits bounced and swayed so beautifully. With her sitting on the edge beside me I ran my hand lightly up the inside of her thigh, making her shiver slightly. I leaned into her and softly bit her lower lip, pulling on it gently with my teeth. She started to kiss me deeply, delving her tongue into my wet mouth as she began to caress my cheek with the back of her hand. I laid her back as we kissed and started fondling her tits with one hand. Pressing our bodies together I reveled in the silky smoothness of her skin against mine. 

I started to make my way down her neck leaving wet butterfly kisses in my path. Down lower to her wonderful full breasts, nipping at the protruding nipples. Lower still to her stomach until I was on my knees again in front of her. Tenderly I nestled my nose into her moist pussy, running it up and down the swollen pink lips. Parting them with my tongue on the up stroke, careful not to touch her throbbing button just yet. She was moaning loudly, "oh yes, that feels good", she kept repeating over and over. She was starting to squirm on the bed, I figured it was time to stop teasing her and show her just how good it felt to be loved by a woman. Starting at the bottom of her pussy I licked upward across her puffy lips. Coming down I parted them once more and lightly brushed her pulsating clit with the tip of my tongue. Her sweet juices gathered on the tip of my tongue as I worked my way down, she tasted so good. Back at the bottom I slowly slid my tongue into her hot, wet hole. 

"Ahhhh, yes", Nikki sighed.

Slowly I started to roll her engorged clit from side to side as I licked up and down her slick lips. Nikki lay there moaning and quivering as I slid a single finger into her tight pussy and replaced my fingers working her clit with my tongue. I gently sucked her swollen bud into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I kept sliding my finger in and out of her pussy, eventually slipping in another as she started to buck against my ministrations. I continued licking and sucking her clit as I fingered her clenching pussy, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. We were both moaning loudly, her from the impending orgasm and me from the pure exoticness’ of the situation. As I sat there on my knees eating Nikki's sweet, juicy pussy I started to finger myself with my free hand. Rubbing furiously on my clit bringing myself to the edge of climax with her. 

"Ooo, Amber I'm gonna cum", Nikki gasped.

I kept my mouth tightly pressed against her clit, licking faster and fingering her feverously. Nikki cried out as her orgasm washed over her. She bucked and moaned as the pleasure wracked her body. Slowly her body relaxed and she lay on the bed quivering from the aftershocks. 

While Nikki was riding out her orgasm I was bringing myself to the height of my own climax, made more intense from tasting my best friend's juices flowing into my mouth. I climbed up onto the bed and lie beside Nikki, my arm draped across her stomach and my head on her shoulder listening to the rapid beating of her heart. I looked up into her eyes and kissed her tenderly, twice on the lips. 

"Amber"?

"Yea Nik"?

"That was incredible, I can't believe I'd never tried that before. Next time I want to return the favor".

"Ok hon, anytime".

We laid there for another twenty minutes or so, holding and stroking each other softly, catching our breath and talking about the usual topics of kids and our husbands. 

Between Friends



Kaitlyn had just finished her salad and placed the empty bowl in the sink when the doorbell rang. She wiped her hands on a towel and motioned for her friend to come inside. 

"Am I too early?" Stacy asked.

"Not at all," Kaitlyn said. "So, what did you bring?"

Stacy handed the two packages she was holding to Kaitlyn as she moved past her in the foyer. Over her shoulder she called, "Microwave popcorn and wine, what else?"

Kaitlyn laughed. "I hope you like the movie I picked out. I've heard it's good." 

"It doesn't matter," Stacy said. "Just spending an evening with my best friend is good enough for me." 

Stacy and Kaitlyn had met as neighbors a little more than a year ago and had quickly become friends. It was a bonus that their husbands were friends as well.

"You're sweet," Kaitlyn said. "I'll get some glasses for the wine. Make yourself at home."

Stacy settled into the large leather recliner in the living room. "Hey, when are the guys supposed to be back?" 

"Brian told me Sunday."

Stacy huffed. "Kevin didn't tell me anything. He was so anxious to get to the lake so he could fish, drink beer, fart, scratch his crotch, and all the other things overgrown boys like to do when they are away from home he didn't even bother to give me a peck on the cheek." 

Kaitlyn laughed again. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But they are good guys."

"They are," Stacy agreed. "I wouldn't trade mine for anything." 

Kaitlyn handed Stacy a glass of wine and sat down across from her on the couch. "You have a birthday coming up."

"Don't remind me," Stacy said. "I cannot believe I will be twenty-nine in just two weeks." 

"Oh, I feel real sorry for you," Kaitlyn teased. "Remember the sympathy cards I got from you last year on my thirtieth?" 

Stacy chuckled at the memory. "So, I can expect payback, then?"

"Absolutely" Kaitlyn said. 

They spent the next thirty minutes chatting about work, their husbands, and a planned shopping trip in St. Louis they had coming up in the next couple weeks. 

"Ready for some more wine and the movie?" Kaitlyn said. 

"Sure" Stacy said. "I'll get the wine while you load the movie." 

Stacy returned with two full glasses and handed one to Kaitlyn before sitting down next to her on the couch. She placed the remainder of the bottle on the coffee table in front of her. 

Kaitlyn got up and dimmed the lights and returned to the couch. 

As the opening credits began to roll, Kaitlyn said, "It's called Trust Me."

"What made you pick this one?" Stacy asked.

"I heard a couple of people at work say it was good."

The movie turned out to be a stereotypical plot involving a young woman married to a wealthy older man and her attempt to get rid of him and inherit his money. 

By the midway point of the movie Kaitlyn and Stacy had finished a second bottle of wine.

"That is one determined chick," Stacy said, pointing to the screen. 

"No doubt," Kaitlyn said. 

On screen, the young woman was moving quickly through a hotel lobby and into the elevator. She got off on the tenth floor and tapped lightly on one of the room doors. She was meeting with the woman who was going to assist her in the "accidental" death of her husband. As soon as the door closed the two women embraced, kissing passionately. The camera moved lower as they caressed each others breasts and moved toward the bed. The movie had an "R" rating, therefore, no explicit sex was portrayed other than a brief baring of breasts, but there was little doubt what was taking place as the young woman moved downward under the sheet. The camera panned back to the face of the other woman as her moans of pleasure built until she eventually thrust her head back and cried out in ecstasy. 

Both Kaitlyn and Stacy stared at the screen, saying nothing. 

As soon as the scene ended, Stacy said, "Well, I think I need a quick potty break." 

Kaitlyn said, "Okay, I'll pause the movie." Kaitlyn reached for the remote as Stacy stood up and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. 

Once inside the bathroom, Stacy unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties and sat down on the commode. As she began to urinate she pulled up her panties to check the crotch, wondering if she might find a wet spot because she had felt herself getting surprisingly moist from the scene in the movie. 

Kaitlyn, too, while she waited for Stacy, thought about the tingle she had felt during the scene in the movie. She thought it must be a combination of the wine and the fact that because of their busy schedules she and Brian had made love only once during the past two weeks. 

Stacy returned and sat back down beside her on the couch. 

Kaitlyn reached for the remote to continue the movie but Stacy asked her to wait.

"Can I ask you something personal and you won't think I'm crazy?" Stacy said. 

"You know you can ask me anything, Stacy. What is it?"

Stacy glanced at her briefly and then lowered her eyes. "Well, okay, here goes. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be another woman?" 

Kaitlyn blushed slightly and shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, I guess. I think most women have at some time in their life whether they would admit it or not." 

"I've thought about it," Stacy said. "You know, out of curiosity, but I've never done it." 

"Same here," Kaitlyn said. 

There was an awkward moment of silence before Stacy said, "Would you like to try it, Kaitlyn, you know, maybe just a kiss to satisfy our curiosity? You don't have to if you don't want to, that's okay." 

Kaitlyn looked at her friend. She certainly admired Stacy's beauty with her shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, and trim figure. Likewise, Stacy felt Kaitlyn exuded sexuality with her auburn hair, green eyes, and naturally smooth skin.

Stacy shifted nervously. "If you want to forget about it . . ."

"No, no" Kaitlyn said, quickly. "I guess we could try a kiss just for fun. I see no harm in it. After all, who better to kiss than my best friend?" 

There was a brief moment of hesitation before they both leaned slightly toward each other. Stacy then moved closer until their lips lightly touched. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it? Stacy said. Kaitlyn pulled away and they looked at each other and smiled. "No, it wasn't." Kaitlyn replied.

Without a word they both moved forward again, this time pressing their lips tightly together. Stacy felt Kaitlyn's mouth open briefly and she let her tongue slide forward softly brushing against hers. 

They pulled away again. Kaitlyn saw something in Stacy's eyes she had never seen before. 

"Do you want us to stop now?" Stacy asked, because if we are going to, I need to do it now." 

"I . . . I . . . don't want to stop," Kaitlyn said. 

"I don't either," Stacy said, as she reached for Kaitlyn. 

This time their lips met eagerly in a hungry passion. Kaitlyn allowed Stacy's tongue to explore her mouth. She felt the tingle she had felt earlier watching the movie, but this time more pronounced. 

Stacy slowly lowered her hand to Kaitlyn's right breast and massaged her gently through her blouse. Kaitlyn released an involuntary moan at her touch. 

"Lie back," Stacy said, as she moved to make room for Kaitlyn to lie down. She reached for the buttons on Kaitlyn's blouse and undid them one by one. Her blouse fell open revealing a white lace bra barely concealing her now erect nipples. 

"Oh, Stacy," Kaitlyn breathed, as Stacy lowered her mouth to one breast and then the other, kissing softly. 

Stacy, now fully aware of the wetness between her legs massaged Kaitlyn's breasts as she continued kissing each one. "You are so beautiful," Stacy whispered.

"Let me take this off," Kaitlyn said, as she reached between her breasts and unclasped her bra. As it fell away, Stacy gasped at the full roundness of her friend's breasts and her large inviting nipples. She glanced up to look at her friend whose beautiful auburn hair was now splayed across the couch pillow and her green eyes full of lust.

"I want you to suck them," Kaitlyn moaned, as she cupped her hands under each breast and offered them. Stacy licked, kissed, and sucked each breast in turn as Kaitlyn's nipples grew even larger and firmer. 

As she continued sucking Kaitlyn's breasts, she moved her hand slowly down to the inside of Kaitlyn's thigh and began caressing her. Kaitlyn momentarily flinched in surprise but then opened her legs to allow Stacy better access. 

Kaitylyn sighed and reached down to guide her friend's hand from her thigh to the front of her shorts. There she put her hand on top of Stacy's and moved it in slow circular motions against her crotch.

Stacy sat up and unbuttoned the front of Kaitlyn's shorts. Kaitlyn raised her hips to allow them to slide off. Stacy tossed the shorts on the floor and again moved her hand to Kaitlyn's crotch. The thin white lace panties Kaitlyn was wearing were soaked.  

Stacy stood and pulled her t-shirt over her head and quickly unsnapped her pink bra and let it fall to the floor. She was smaller than Kaitlyn but had larger areolas. 

"Come here," Kaitlyn said, as she reached for Stacy. Stacy moved forward and leaned down over Kaitlyn's mouth allowing her access to both breasts. The experience of watching and feeling her best friend sucking and licking her nipples was almost enough in itself to bring her to the edge of orgasm. 

As Kaitlyn continued sucking her nipples, Stacy reached down and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. She pulled away only long enough to slide them off and toss them to the side. Clad only in her panties, Stacy stood before Kaitlyn allowing her to take in the sight of her body. 

Without a word, Kaitlyn reached up and slid Stacy's panties down revealing a neatly trimmed patch of light brown hair. She then pulled Stacy forward until her face was only inches from her crotch. The musky scent of her friend's wet and swollen pussy ignited something deep and primal within her. She opened Stacy's legs and moved closer. 

"Please lick me, baby, you're making me so hot," Stacy pleaded. Kaitlyn moved her face against Stacy's labial lips and slowly began to run her tongue up and down savoring the taste. 

"Oh yes," Stacy moaned, as she began moving her hips in rhythm with Kaitlyn's tongue. 

Kaitlyn pulled away and reclined back on the couch. She reached for Stacy and helped her into a straddled position just above her face. Stacy then lowered herself down on her friend's mouth and closed her eyes and began to move again. The feeling was incredible. Stacy used her fingers to open her lips giving Kaitlyn a clear view of her swollen clit. Kaitlyn began to lick her most sensitive area in a slow circular motion.

Stacy lost all thought of anything except the arousal she felt building in her. Her friend's tongue was warm, wet, and just the right firmness against her clit to drive her wild. As much as she loved Kevin and enjoyed when he licked her, it was nothing compared to this. 

"Yessss, you know how to do it . . . just like that . . . yessss," Stacy gasped. 

Kaitlyn slid her hand inside her panties to her own wet pussy and was rubbing herself. She continued alternately sucking and licking Stacy's clit until her friend lost all inhibition.

"Eat me . . . yes . . . eat my pussy!" she panted, while rocking faster now on her friend's mouth. She felt her orgasm approaching like a ship cresting a huge wave. 

"Oh, oh, oh . . . I'm going to cum so hard . . . 

don't stop baby . . . so close . . ."

Kaitlyn's orgasm came first, locking her legs together and humping while keeping her finger pressed firmly against her clit as spasm after spasm of unbelievable release and warmth coursed through her body. At the peak of her orgasm she completely buried her face into Stacy's pussy and sucked hard on her clit. 

"Ohhhhh shit I'm cumming now! Yesssssss!" Stacy screamed, as her orgasm engulfed her, drenching Kaitlyn's face with her juices. She continued rocking against her friend's mouth feeling as if her orgasm would go on forever. Eventually it subsided and she moved to lie next to Kaitlyn, exhausted.

Several minutes past before either one of them could speak. They simply held each other in a soft embrace. 

"Do you regret what just happened?" Stacy whispered in the dim light.

"No, do you?" Kaitlyn said. 

Stacy snuggled closer to Kaitlyn and lightly kissed her on the neck. "Not at all."

"You don't think it will affect our marriages, do you?" Kaitlyn said. 

"Not unless we allow it to, and I don't plan on letting that happen," Stacy said.

"What is between friends stays between friends."

"Agreed" Kaitlyn said.

Later, they showered and dressed, popped the popcorn, and finished watching the rest of the movie. 

"Hey, you know that shopping trip we are planning to St. Louis?" Stacy said.

"Yes, what about it?" Kaitlyn said. 

"Is it an overnight trip?" 

"It is now," Kaitlyn said, and they both laughed. 

"We'll need to add one more thing to our shopping list," Stacy said.

"What's that? Kaitlyn asked.

"Toys" Stacy said, and they both laughed again.



Between Friends



"Shonda, I have a huge favor to ask you."

My ears perked up with interest. Simone was my girl. You know, the one you planned mischief with since you were seven. The one who you giggled with as a teen and had so much dirt on you she could bury you in a heartbeat but you knew she would go to the grave with your deepest secrets. I couldn't understand why she was being so formal.

"Puh-lease girl, you know you just have to say what you want. None of this 'favor' bullshit. You need a kidney or something?" I took a gulp of my punch, rolling the ice cube around on my tongue to soothe the burn of the jalapeño from my burrito. 

"No, nothing like that." Simone smiled to herself then dropped her eyes to examine her fresh manicure. Knowing her as I did, I could see her trying to plan phrases in her head. 

I leaned forward into my seat, a little concerned now. I hadn't seen girlfriend this uncomfortable in ages. Not since back in the days when I was a wild child and people were giving her grief and telling her to cut ties with me. I wouldn't have blamed her either. When we were together it was the saint and the sinner, the lion lying down with the lamb. "People will think you're the same way," her church family had warned her. Yet, through it all, she'd had my back. And so, before she even spoke I silently promised I would do what she asked. Without question.

"I'm just... I'm thinking about my fortieth birthday next month..."

"Oooh, the big four-O. That's the new thirty you know."

She laughed, and that released some of her tension. She took a drink from her own punch. "Shonda, I know I don't have to tell you how much I love Kareem."

I swallowed the 'huh' of confusion that nearly popped out at the abrupt change in topic to Simone's husband of twenty years and father of her boisterous teens. "Of course not."

"I just... I need more," she blurted out. "I mean, he's a good lover and considerate and all that. And your advice has helped us to spice thing up over the years..."

I nodded in understanding. Kareem was the only guy Simone had ever been with. 

Spurred by my encouraging nod she ran on: "I'm just so curious to experience some of those things you've told me about, you know, I've orgasmed but, not in the way you describe it – I just feel like there's so much I haven't experienced, and Kareem he tries but, I don't know that he can, that he can..."

"Fuck the shit out of you?" I helpfully supplied. 

Simone did a quick check to make sure no one at the other tables had heard. Of course, no one had since there were few other patrons during the mid-afternoon lull. This is why we liked the spot so much – not only was the food great, it appealed to a more mature crowd and tended to be deserted during normal working hours. We could sit and gossip to our hearts content without worrying about nosy eavesdroppers.

"I mean, it's not just him," she said loyally. "I'm hardly a 'sexpert' like you. I could be doing the stuff you showed me wrong..."

I simply stared at her with my poker face, the subtle gesture being sufficient to convey my doubt. It was rather bold of me to do that given the fact that Simone didn't know I had firsthand experience of Kareem's poor fucking skills, but hell, no one had ever accused me of being a shrinking violet. I felt sorry for her, but I knew that no amount of coaching could salvage Kareem. Brother was simply too uptight to learn to master his equipment. Plus, I didn't think he'd be game for screwing me in front his wife – he'd be too scared that she'd find out we'd done it before.

Now, I know what you're thinking. How could I do this to my girl? Thing is, a few years back Kareem had gotten a big promotion and the extra cash he was bringing in went straight to his head like a fine wine. Instead of buying his wife well deserved trinkets and baubles, this fool was tripping out on new duds and a brand new three series BMW in fire engine red with a taupe leather interior. He was cruising up and down leering at any twenty-something year old who gave the car a second look, making a real spectacle of himself.

I was not at all surprised when he stepped to me. I was single and accessible, and my reputation was shady enough for him to think he could get away with it. I'm not ashamed to say I gave him what he wanted. I scratched the hell outa that itch so my girl would not have to deal with nasty-ass diseased 'hoes, jealous bitches out to steal her man, or stupid bitches – the kind that give you baby mama drama. Eventually, the novelty wore off and Kareem was satisfied to go back to his plain vanilla ways, with the occasional booty call.

"So," I said finally, "where do I come in?" I was trying to remember the number of this great male escort I knew. I didn't keep things like that on my phone where it could be found. Yes, Noel would take great care of her.

"I was thinking, you and Wade, I could do a threesome with you."

I sat stunned by this gut punch that Simone, my sister, had just landed on me. She wanted to do the dirty with my husband? That bitch, that motherfucking bitch! All I could think was, how dare you. How dare she? Really, trying to ride Wade's – my – sweet dick. Hell naw! It had literally taken us a decade to get our shit together and get married, and I swore to him on our wedding night – and her the next morning – that I would wrap my hands around the neck of the next bitch I caught fucking him. That was only three years ago. How could she forget so soon? "Ummm," I stuttered.

"Shonda... I know it's a lot to ask you, but I'm at the end of my rope. After twenty years, there's not much to look forward to. In fact, I've gotten to the point where I prefer a vibrator-"

"Mmmm." I should be more sympathetic I thought. But I wasn't trying to hear her.

"Look, I don't want to go through all this and not enjoy it. I'm asking because you're always going on about how good he is, how he can make your toes curl every time, and I want someone who will get it right the first time. I need this to be a one night thing." 

"Ummm." Simone had a point. Wade could throw it down and sister was really missing out. I could feel myself softening, relenting. It was just one night and I guess I owed her this experience. I mean Kareem had it coming. Kareem – oh fuck. It is so true what they say about that heffer called Karma. What a bitch!

"I just, I need to know what's out there."

"Ok," I sighed. Besides, Wade wasn't going to give up my sweet pussy for hers. All those years we'd been off and on, with him fucking women left and right, yet he always came back. 

"Ok?" Simone had a strange smile on her face, a sort of grimace really. She couldn't believe I'd agreed! Why the hell had she asked?

"Yes, ok!" I reaffirmed. "I will let you screw my man." I smiled and reached across the table to grasp her hands, realizing that my reaction had probably scared her a little. "Don't worry boo, we'll take care of you for your birthday."

*************

"Please?" I'd toyed with a few ideas of how to put this request to Wade. We'd both done our share of freaky shit in our time, including previous ménages with other people, but this would be the first time we'd be inviting someone else into our bed. In the end I just came straight out with it.

"I don't know. Sounds like trouble. I don't want to come between you two."

"I'm a big girl, I can deal."

"Now Shonda," Wade said, backing away from me in our tiny kitchen until he bumped against the fridge. I narrowed my eyes as he raised his hand to rub the back of his neck. "You know you a jealous bitch – crazy jealous-" I turned back around and gave the stir-frying veggies a jiggle in the frying pan. 

"Aight. How do I know it's not a trick?" he continued after a moment.

"Fool. I'm gonna lose my husband, and my best friend, all at once?" I said. "I would miss her too much." 

Wade laughed and eased his fine body back over towards me, until he stood right behind me. His presence was so close that even though he wasn't touching me I could already feel his firm thigh muscles against my ass, his taut abdomen on my back. My pulse had already begun to quicken. He leaned next to me, putting an arm on the counter. "Look at me." I turned and looked into his soft brown eyes. "Are you sure you want this, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Are you sure you can handle seeing me with a woman?" I said, pressing my body against him. 

Instantly, I felt a hardening against my belly. The snake was stirring. He knew what I wanted but pushed me away, determined to preserve the significance of the moment. "I – ahem – can dig that. But seriously, if I do this I need to know you won't hold it against me."

I hesitated before answering, visualizing Simone mounting my man. Oooo, that woman was lucky I loved her so! "Of course I won't. And don't worry – I won't be asking you to do a threesome with a guy next. I know you can't handle that, and I'm not really into that either." I said, although at that moment my clit and my anus, and everything between, was tingling at the thought – and memory – of double penetration. I leaned in closer, barely brushing my lips slowly across his face until I was close to his ear. "What I really want, is for you to see, how much I love, eating pussy." 

That sent him over the edge. He wrapped both arms around me and lifted me unto the counter, all the while viciously driving his tongue into my mouth. His hand wasted no time sliding up one leg of my shorts so he could thrust two of his fingers in. Gently, he ran his fingers over my lace covered slit, massaging my clit before yanking the panties aside and penetrating me. His fingers moved in tandem with his tongue, flicking in and out, teasing me.

After a moment he stopped and cocked his head. Our two daughters were in the next room with his mother. I seized the opportunity to hop down from the counter and turn off the stove. The meal was done but it could sit for a moment. Pushing him against the counter I unbuttoned his fly and knelt on the linoleum.

"Hey, hey," he protested in an undertone.

"You know those lazy girls won't dare show their face in here until they're sure the table's set," I countered, matching his tone. Immediately, I popped the head of his caramel cock into my mouth to arrest its softening. Even for a quickie, I like to be thorough. Besides the extra lubrication can't hurt. When I took it out it was noticeably lighter. It never failed to amuse me how his dick became lighter than the rest of him when erect. He shuddered as I took the whole thing in my mouth this time, using my tongue to lap his shaft and contracting my throat to squeeze the head. When I tasted the nectar of pre-cum starting to drip down the back of my throat, I knew it was time to release him. This was only a quickie after all.

Wade sighed with reluctance as I let his cock slide out of my mouth. He wasn't disappointed though because he knew what was coming next. I undid the tie in my shorts, stepping out of them after they fell to the floor. He propped himself against the counter with his elbows, one leg braced against the bare wall next to the fridge. I left my sheer red panties on as I straddled his slouched form. My boo grabbed my generous ass cheeks with both hands to guide me unto his prick. He liked to control the speed of the penetration. Deftly, he held the crotch away from my opening and supported most of my weight on his arms. Without warning he drove into me hard and fast, making me gasp. I bit my lips not to cry out. 

Mercilessly, Wade swung my hips back and forth, stuffing himself all the way in right up to the hilt. It was all I could do to squeeze on the down thrust, tightening my pussy around his shaft to massage him. Hot dick forced itself up deep, all the way up to my cervix. This shit was too good to last.

Sure enough, his groin trembled as the hot semen worked its way up and through the snake's eye. His hands clamped down, preventing any further motion from my hips. Using my pussy I milked every last drop of semen from his cock. I felt his groan rumble up from his stomach. He buried his head in my breasts, biting down to stifle the sound. I simply smirked, thinking of how I would pay him back for the mark he was leaving on my breast. 

Spent, his limp dick slipped from me and I followed quickly, slipping down from my position, leaving him to recover. Hurriedly, I put back on my shorts and scrambled to set the table. As if drugged, Wade stumbled over to the table and took his seat. 

"Girls, go wash up for dinner," I called as I started putting the food on the table. I shook my head as I placed a bowl of warm water with a towel in front of Wade to wash up. Slowly he cleaned his hands, grinning up at me stupidly. Clearly, he could see from the glint in my eye I was already planning more entertainment for later.

*************

Never before had our relationship suffered this kind of strain. Simone was uncharacteristically quiet and distant, preoccupied with our upcoming arrangement. I was naturally annoyed, since it was her idea in the first place. The first time we hung afterwards was a somber affair, so much so that I made up some excuse to escape early. By the following week when we met up I'd had enough. 

"Just come out with it already!"

"Come out with what?"

"It's ok if you change your mind you know, I don't need to have you screwing my man."

"Keep your voice down!" she hissed. After a moment she said, "No, I still want-, it's just, would I have to kiss you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why not? I'm a sexy-ass lady."

Simone giggled. "No doubt. But maybe I'm not like that? I can't see myself-, I'm not into women... like that." I didn't respond. "How much would we have to touch? Would Wade be really into that?"

"I could give a fuck about what Wade thinks. You think I'm just gonna sit back and watch the two of you?"

Girlfriend must have been seriously trippin' cause then she said: "Well you don't really have to be there-"

"Yes I do."

Was this heffer for real? Did she think I'd just let her waltz in and steal my man, with my blessing to boot? "Look," I said after a few moments of awkward silence. "It's all set up. The Saturday after your birthday we're booked at the Westin Resort. We're supposed to check in at three, enjoy a spa evening, then have dinner. Just me and you. We'll let things flow from there. If they don't, they don't – we can always call it off." I gathered my bags and got up from the table. "Whether or not you show up, is on you."

I left. 

After that I decided to avoid her until spa day. I'd expected a relatively tense meeting if she turned up, but she seemed to calm down by then. Maybe turning forty does that to a person, I guess I'll see in a few months. 

By the time we sat down to dinner we were both glowing after an evening of pampering and luxuriating. It made me realize that I should take more time for myself on a regular basis. We had dinner out on the balcony of our suite overlooking the Atlantic. We ate in our terrycloth bathrobes as the sun set. 

By the time we'd finished a humid, pinkish darkness had fallen. Room service cleared away the dishes and the table and replaced it with two lounge chairs. 

"Now for presents," I said. My voice sounded a bit loud to the ears after so many hours of a meditative silence. 

"Oooo," Simone said as she lay back on her chair. "You didn't have to. All of this was enough."

"Well this is from Wade actually," I said, taking a bottle of her favorite wine – Pinot Grigio – out of a gift bag. Opening the bottle, I filled two large tumblers with it then set the bottle on the small glass table room service had left between the chairs but I had moved to the side of my chair. A glass and a half later, I produced Wade's second gift – some cigars. I thought the cigars were a nice touch because, combined with the wine, they gave you a nice buzz without the taboo of marijuana. Last thing I needed was for Simone to get nervous and start trippin' again.

"Here, try it," I proffered her the lit cigar. "Wade likes them because they're not as bad as cigarettes, with all that tar and nicotine."

She took a pull coughed a little. I showed her how to inhale the smoke and hold it to savor the flavor. She took a second hit, then another. When she reached for the cigar the fourth time, I lit a second one and let her keep that one.

"To new things, for a new decade," I said and we toasted.

Discreetly, I slid my chair right up to hers and lay on my side. I started telling her a funny story and rested a hand on the inside of her thigh. Slowly, my hand travelled its way up until it met the short cropped hair of her sexy v. I felt her tense as I twirled some hairs with my fingertip. I started stroking her gently and she didn't stop me. When I moved my fingers down to trace the outline of her lips she exhaled shakily.

I took one last pull on my cigar and stubbed it out. Wade would be arriving shortly and I had to get things cooking. After exhaling the smoke, I removed my moistened fingers and licked her tangy taste off them. I undid the belt of her robe then moved my fingers slowly upwards, faintly touching her skin. I stopped at her breasts, admiring their fullness for a moment, then pushed my hand into her robe to toy with her nipple. I heard her sharp intake of breath and, on impulse, uncovered the other and began suckling on it. 

I sucked harder and, her breathing heavier now, she held my head to her breasts. I moved over to the other breast, then started licking large circles on them. My fingers had found their way back down into her wetness. I could tell she was ready and stopped. The disappointment on her face was priceless. She gave me a perplexed look.

"Let's go inside."My voice had a gravelly quality as I was now completely aroused.

We moved inside and stood at the foot of the bed. Only one beside lamp was on, softly illuminating that side of the room and the bed. The rest of big suite was in semi darkness, where Wade sat waiting. However, Simone was too engrossed to notice him just yet. I led her over to the foot of the bed and opened my bath robe. Next I slipped hers off, taking in her curvaceous figure. I truly did admire women's figures.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered. To my surprise she placed her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a long, deep kiss. The feel of her soft, larger breasts pressing against my own, her soft fleshy body against mine provided a sensual contrast to that of the harder body of a man's. I slid my leg between hers rubbing my thigh against her engorged labia. Easing her backward unto the bed, I moved my kisses downwards leaving a moist trail down to her navel. After pushing her legs up and spreading them apart, I placed my palm on the flat of her belly and began kissing the outside of her opening. She gave a loud hiss of approval.

I looked over to where Wade sat. Eagerly he left his corner of the room to get a better look. He stood over me, sizable cock in hand, watching me explore Simone with my tongue. Now I was licking the inside of her lips giving her long strokes with the flat of my tongue. Stiffening it, I thrust it into her cunt like a mini penis, triggering a series of moans which grew louder as I moved even lower to nibble her taint, that sweet spot in between. I rimmed her then moved back upwards to suck hard on her clit. 

Simone cried out, arching her back and pulling my head more tightly into her pussy. A shiver ran through me as I felt a warm tongue, lapping at the juices that were lubricating me, on my own cunt which was on full display crouched as I was on the edge of the bed. I wrestled keep my focus on Simone whom I could tell was nearing orgasm. Mercifully, Wade stopped kissing my lower lips and instead entered me. I felt his hot, rock hard dick force its way in; then begin to pump slow and methodically. 




Between Friends



It wasn't long before Simone had her first climax of the night. When she released my head, we moved around on the bed. Simone rolled onto her side to catch her breath but in no time was ready to keep going. She surprised me by latching on to my breast, hungrily sucking on the nipple as soon as it came within range. Wade lay down behind her, one hand on a large tit, the other hand between her legs to prepare her to take his large caramel snake. He penetrated her with first one finger, then two and then three as I guided her head downwards to my own pussy, almost bare except for a little runway strip or dark brown. Simone had barely begun feasting on me, when Wade expertly lifted her leg and entered her with one fluid motion.

My poor pussy was pretty much neglected after that since Wade had her moaning and writhing in no time. He rocked back and forth, giving his hips a slight twist as he plunged inwards – the screwdriver, as I called it. I had to content myself with sucking on Simone's melons. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhhh," Simone moaned as we went to town on her. "That's it. That's ittttt!" Her whole body began to shake as a powerful orgasm rose all the way from her toes. Then she went limp.

We left her to rest while my baby took care of my needs. Wade let me ride him because he knew I was desperate to cum. I mounted him in the "backwards facing cowgirl" position because I knew how much he loved watching my ass swallow up his erection. I lowered myself gingerly because he was so hard that his girth was extra tonight. Then, as customary, I had to lean forward to take the last two inches of him. 

I raised myself off him then plopped back down, slowly at first, then faster and faster, his balls slapping against and stimulating my engorged clit. In addition to moving up and down I worked my waist in a circle, giving him some of that Caribbean wining action. Wade's grunts became groans and mingled with my own. 

"Come on baby," I urged him. "Your boo's thirsty. Give me some man water." In unison we climaxed, and Wade filled me up until cum started leaking out around his dick. Spent we collapsed in a heap. 

We called a night after three rounds. In the early hours Wade slipped out silently, fading away like a phantom with the dawn, to avoid any sought of awkwardness that might linger. Since that night the three of us together have not have any more adventures but Simone and I have grown closer, although before this that didn't even seem possible. Now, we're both women with secrets – a commonality that no one suspects. Because when we're stripped down to the core we have the same desires, the same needs. I don't know how Simone feeds these desires that she'd kept dormant for so long, no more than I tell her of my own adventures. Some things are meant to remain secret. The one thing I can say after all this is, birds of a feather, do flock together.



Between Friends



We'd been friends for a while now, enjoying each other's company for a tea/coffee, a BBQ or just getting together for an evening to watch a movie together. We had a good relationship, talking openly about what we did or didn't want in a relationship or even in bed and often enjoyed teasing the other verbally through email, telephone calls or in person. Neither of us had ever made any motion to take it any further than that but I know thoughts of undressing her and making love weren't uncommon as I lay in bed and stroked myself and from some of the looks she gave me when she didn't think I'd noticed I'm sure I wasn't the only one with such thoughts. We'd both been married and divorced so we weren't in any hurry get into another relationship but there was still a definite 'feeling' whenever we were together.

On this particular day we'd decided to take advantage of a wonderfully hot and sunny afternoon to go for a walk in one of the local hiking areas. As usual we talked as we walked and neither of us was paying any attention to the weather until I mentioned that I suddenly felt cool. We were both surprised when we looked at the sky behind us. The clouds were so black it looked like someone had thrown a bottle of ink into the sky. I grew up in the country so I could tell by the speed it was moving that we didn't have anywhere near enough time to get back to the car without getting wet so we decided to make a run for a small picnic shelter that we'd passed a while ago. 

I'd like to be able to say we made it there dry, but we didn't. The shelter was just in sight when the rain started. It didn't start with a drizzle, or a few tentative drops – it went from 0 to full blast. I think that even if we'd been within a few yards of the shelter we'd have gotten wet, but as it was we were drenched from one end to the other and pretty much everything in between. Knowing that we were already wet, we quit running and just walked toward the shelter, enjoying the feeling of the rain running down our faces. What a sight we must have been when we got there – we looked at each other and simultaneously started to laugh. As I was laughing though, I noticed something else – not only was her long hair soaked and clinging to her, so was her shirt and cotton shorts. With the rain and the cool breeze there was no doubt that she'd decided to go braless that day. 

Her breasts were clearly outlined through the shirt and the twin peaks of her hard nipples were jutting out against the wet fabric. As my eyes moved down her body I could see that her shirt wasn't the only thing clinging to her body. The lines of her bikini panties were as clear as if she wasn't wearing shorts and the curves of her hips and crotch were clearly visible. Realizing I was openly staring at her I forced my eyes back to her face expecting to see an "I caught you looking" look on her face, but instead I found her eyes were locked on my shorts. I knew they'd be as wet and clinging as hers were but it wasn't until I looked down that I could see what had caught her attention – there, clearly outlined against the fabric of my shorts was my erection, in all it's hardened glory. 

Now it was her turn to force her eyes back up but when our eyes met, there wasn't a trace of embarrassment or shock in them. There was a small smile on her face – the kind that comes from having thoughts that you're really not sure you should share & the only thing I could see in her eyes was heat – the kind of heat that you feel when your whole body is aroused and you're not thinking of where you are or who's around.

I don't know how long we looked at each other, it could have been seconds or it could have been minutes, but there was no doubting the feelings we were sharing right then. We didn't say a word and we really didn't need to as we simultaneously moved closer, put our arms around each other and slowly pulled ourselves together. I could feel her nipples against my chest just as easily as I'm sure she could feel my hardness pressing against her crotch. It was almost as if there were no clothes between us. As slowly and gently as our bodies had come together, so did our lips. With the water still running from our hair and down our faces we kissed. As we started exploring each other's mouth with our lips and tongues, I could feel the heat spreading through my body. 

When we finally parted I knew I wanted to see more of what I'd only dreamed of so before I lost my nerve I pulled her shirt out of her pants and started undoing the buttons, again I wasn't alone in my thoughts because I found her hands trying to pull my T-shirt over my head. There was no way to do both at the same time, so my shirt went first followed very quickly by hers. Again we kissed except now I wanted to follow the drops of water running down her neck and shoulders as they made a trail down her breasts only to drip from the end of her hardened nipples. As my lips and tongue followed the tiny river down to her right breast, my fingers were simultaneously following a similar path to the other breast. I could feel her whole body tense and shudder when my tongue finally reached her nipple and licked the drops of water off as they formed there. I could feel her hands exploring my back and around to my chest, playing with the matted hair and my smaller but equally hard nipples. 

I couldn't hear the rain or feel the wind any more – all I could feel was the touch of her hands, the way her breast felt in my hand and the salty taste of the water mixed with her sweat as I sucked and licked it from her skin. I know we might have ended up making love right there under the shelter except for the huge crack of thunder that brought us back to reality. I'm still not sure which of us jumped more, but we were both caught totally by surprise. Realizing that we weren't in the best spot to pursue our loving we took advantage of a small break in the storm to walk hand in hand through the slowing rain back to the car. It was only when we could see people ahead of us that we reluctantly pulled our shirts back on. On the way home I was hoping that the passion we'd found out in the storm wasn't over but when I felt the hand she'd put on my leg move slowly but steadily upwards until it was right on my crotch I was certain I had nothing to worry about there.

I couldn't tell you how long it took to get to my place or what roads I took because all I could think of was the feeling we'd shared at the shelter and what was waiting for us at home. By the time we got back, we were both shivering from the damp and the sudden drop in temperature - even with the car heater going full blast! As soon as we were inside I suggested we have a hot shower to warm up first to which she readily agreed. I remembered her mentioning that she wasn't entirely comfortable with her body, so as we started to undress I reached back and flicked off the light. I heard a quick intake of breath when the lights went out and when I reached out to her I could feel that she'd tensed up. 

When I pulled her close for a quick kiss & told her it was ok and I could feel her relax again as she returned the kiss. We couldn't see much of each other in the shower, but knowing that she was as naked as she'd been in my thoughts was incredibly arousing. When we got into the shower, we just held each other close for a few minutes without saying or doing anything, and then our hands began to slowly explore each other's nakedness. As quickly as the hot water was taking the cold away from my outside, her touch was heating me up inside. At first our touches weren't even sexual, I traced her face with my fingers pausing to run the tips of my fingers over her lips. We touched each other's arms, chests, backs and stomachs, tracing random patterns with our fingers - just enjoying the contact of another person. 

Again we started kissing as water ran down over us except this water was comfortably hot and there was nothing to interfere with the feeling of skin on skin. More to justify the touching than anything we soaped and rinsed each other, pausing to take extra long touches with the more intimate areas. As I worked my way from her mouth down to her breasts my fingers were busy investigating every contour of her belly, hips and eventually her mound. As I explored the soft, wet hair of her sex I could feel the heat increase the closer I got to the crease of her lips. As I started to ease the tip of one finger inside her, I quickly found that as hot as the water was that was running over us the heat within her was even higher. She was so aroused that my finger slid easily into her as my tongue went from one breast to the other alternating between circling around the nipple, teasing it with my teeth and sucking on it like a hungry baby. 

Her hands certainly weren't idle either; teasing and stroking my shaft, pulling softly on my pubic hair and caressing my ass. As much as I wanted to taste her juices right then and there I also wanted us to be a lot more comfortable. Reluctantly I pulled away and we got out and dried each other off. Quickly we dashed to the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. There was just enough sunlight coming through the blinds to see her naked body lying on the bed – her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. 

I could say that we were both firm and toned but we weren't – maybe 15 or 20 years ago, but not now. The good thing was that neither of us expected that and I was quite happy with the slightly overweight but pleasingly rounded image that I saw. I could just make out the shape of her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing and the soft contours of her belly, as it became her hips. Seeing her laying there with her legs slightly spread was more than I could resist so I started where I'd left off in the shower and continued down from her nipples, leaving a trail of kisses, licks and nibbles until I reached her pussy. I love the taste and scent of an aroused woman and she was definitely aroused, she wasn't damp, she was almost running with juices and she hadn't even came yet. I traced ever-shrinking patterns on her skin, each time getting closer and closer to the hard nub of her clit. As I got closer I felt her hands on my body, unmistakeably guiding me around into position so she could use her mouth on me at the same time. 

For what seemed like forever but I'm sure wasn't more than 15 minutes we teased and pleased each other with our fingers, lips and tongue. As we progressed I was quite pleased to realize that she enjoyed oral sex as much as I did and was very good at it. Her mouth felt wonderful as she slid up and down the length of my hard-on, pausing occasionally to lick or blow on it. At the same time, I was happily licking and tonguing her slit as my fingers teased her hardened clit. Randomly I'd switch and slide a couple of fingers into her wetness as I licked and sucked on her clit. We were both getting close to our first orgasm and had mutually abandoned our teasing in favour of giving as much pleasure as we could to each other. By now my face was wet with her juices as I rapidly flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit. Less than a minute of that was all it took before her whole body arched up and I could feel her pussy tighten and throb around my fingers. 

The pleasure her mouth was giving me was incredible but nothing could have brought me to orgasm quicker than the feeling of her wetted finger sliding slowly but surely into my back entrance. Even as I was wondering how she knew I'd like that I erupted with spurt after spurt of cum. Any thoughts of her not wanting to taste my fluids were banished as she backed off until just the head was in her mouth and stroked my shaft as I came, her finger in my ass still giving me waves of pleasure. As my spasms ended her finger withdrew and my shaft was released from her mouth with an audible 'pop'. I turned back around to face her and for the next few minutes we kissed and touched each other as if we'd been together for years, neither of us concerned that we were tasting the results of our loving. Pulling the covers up over our nakedness, we lay together, just looking at each other, lost in the passion we'd just shared and our thoughts of what was yet to come.

Even though it was still afternoon, both of us dozed off for a while, her arm over my chest and her head tucked comfortably into the hollow of my shoulder. I know I would have slept longer but I woke up to the touch of her hand running up and down the inside of my leg, getting close to but not quite touching my quickly hardening cock. She kissed me softly as I awoke and we continued kissing as I pulled her on top of me. We watched each other's face as she sat up & slowly lowered herself onto my shaft. Her face shone with a look of total satisfaction and I felt like our bodies were merging into one. When she was down as far as she could go she leant forward and we held each other and shared yet more kisses. 

At first we lay still and kissed softly and gently, with my hands caressing her back and ass cheeks, but it seemed that our bodies had a mind of their own and almost unconsciously we started moving slowly, and as the speed and force of our movements increased, so did the passion of our kisses. Soon we were lost in the pleasure we were giving to each other, separating and then coming back together with a force that almost hurt but at the same time felt so good. I knew if we kept going at that pace that it would be over a lot sooner than either of us wanted so I pulled her down to me and held her tightly for a few minutes before I guided her off of me and to the bed. 

There was a slight look of disappointment in her eyes that quickly vanished when I whispered that I wanted to get behind her. Almost instantly I was looking at her nicely rounded ass and the slit of her pussy that was peeking out from between her thighs. I could tell she was expecting me to enter her but instead I leant forward and kissed the back of her neck and then teased my way with hot lips and soft beard all the way down to her backside, all the while caressing the sides of her breasts and teasing her nipples – not that they could get any harder but because I enjoyed the sound of her sighs as touched her. As I worked my way back up her spine with my lips I could feel her shiver and there were even small goose bumps forming from the sensation. By the time I'd reached her neck again I was in a perfect position to enter her once again. 

Now that we'd burnt off the surplus of sexual energy we were both quite happy to go slower and savour the feeling of our bodies moving together. My hands were constantly busy and I was glad to find that she enjoyed being touched as much as I did touching her. Every time I looked down at her ass as I slid in and out of her I couldn't help but think of the pleasure her finger had given me earlier so I thought I'd see if she enjoyed the same pleasure - surprisingly it was one subject that hadn't come up in all our discussions. 

I reached to the headboard for some lube and as it warmed on my finger I started teasing her by just putting the head of my cock into her and then pulling back out – which also gave me better access for what was to come. When I first touched her back entrance with my finger she pulled away with a quick intake of breath, but just as I was thinking that she wasn't into that kind of stimulation she pushed back against my finger and I could just hear her whisper "Gently." 

"Of course" was my immediate reply as I spread the lube first around and then as she relaxed I was able to work it into her ass. Pausing every so often for a bit more lube and to let her get used to the feeling, it was several minutes before my finger was fully into her backside and I was able to stroke it in and out just as my cock was going in and out of her pussy. I knew I was getting close to cumming again and I wanted to be sure that she was too, so I reached around her with my other hand, intending to stroke her clit, but I found that her fingers were already there. I was starting to pull my hand back to let her please herself when she grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers to her wet, hot slit. 

Interlocking her fingers with mine we shared the pleasure of massaging her clit and touching the swollen lips of her sex. As we both quickly neared another orgasm I removed my finger from her ass in favour of being able to please her with long, slow strokes that went in as far as I could and then out until her lips were just barely touching the head of my shaft. I could actually hear the wetness of our fingers sliding back and forth across her mound. I was quickly getting to the point where I couldn't hold back any more when she guided our fingers lower until they formed a 'V' with my shaft sliding between them. That put me right over the edge and I erupted into her. 

She must have been closer than I thought because as soon as I started cumming I could feel her start to shudder and shake with the sighs I'd enjoyed hearing turning to moans of pleasure. I was quite surprised to realize that I was still hard and took full advantage of it and continued to stroke in and out of her. Within a few minutes she was moaning loudly again and I could feel her pussy spasm around my shaft as she came again, definitely not as intense as the first one, but from the sounds I was hearing it was still quite enjoyable. We pretty much collapsed together on the bed after that, both of us very satisfied. 

As we were lying there, totally relaxed and enjoying the pleasure we'd shared with each other, our peace and quiet was broken by a loud gurgle from my stomach – reminding me that it was well past feeding time! What could have been an embarrassing moment was saved by a gurgled response from her stomach that had both of us laughing until we were almost crying. Seeing as her clothes were wet and I didn't feel like getting dressed, I grabbed a spare bathrobe for her, threw on another one and we went off to the kitchen still giggling to see what we could find to eat. 

It didn't take a lot of looking to realize that there wasn't anything edible that wasn't frozen solid, so we did the next best thing and ordered pizza! I'm not sure if it was the rain, the walk, the sex or the company but both of us ate like we'd been starved for days. While we were eating, we took advantage of only having loose housecoats on to rub each other's feet and legs under the table. Of course that soon escalated to running our feet above the knees until we were finally massaging each other's private areas. To anyone who hasn't done that while eating pizza...it's very easy to lose concentration and drop hot pizza in your lap! {G} It soon became a game – and a very pleasurable one – to see who could catch who off guard with a touch while they were eating.

Finally, with our stomachs satisfied we went and relaxed together on the couch & threw on a movie – I think it was Rob Roy. We sat close on the couch with a spread over us, my arm around her, her hand on my leg and our heads close together. The whole time the movie was playing, we were touching each other – not in a sexual way but just caressing each other's arm, leg, face or wherever our hands happened to go. Of course there was some kissing happening too, but still nothing too sexual – just "I feel really good and I'm glad you're here with me" kinds of kisses. When the movie was over I turned to say something to her but instead she pulled me to her and kissed me – and what a kiss! It wasn't forceful, but just very intense and I could feel her hand running up and down from my thigh to my upper chest. 

After a few minutes of this, I thought I'd get up and take her back to bed, but she had other plans. Catching the back of my robe she pulled me backwards and I half sat, half fell into her lap. We ended up face to face and instinctively we drew together and started necking like a couple of teenagers. In a few minutes, I tried getting up again guessing that she'd pull me back again so I was able to grab her wrist. This quickly evolved into a small wrestling match on the couch and of course we ended up on the floor with the cushions and the spread all around us. I had her arms pinned above her head with my legs and hips pinning her to the floor. Of course by now our robes were undone and mostly off so it was more like my naked body on hers than anything. 




Between Friends



Without letting go of her arms I leant down to kiss her on the lips but pulled back just as she was lifting her head to meet me. I kept that up for a few minutes, moving toward her but then pulling away, sometimes allowing our lips just to touch. Then I moved to her neck, and finally her chest, teasing her with lingering kisses and nibbles as I rubbed my body against hers, not allowing her to have any say in where I kissed or for how long. I could tell from her breathing and the way her lips were formed into a slight smile that she was enjoying this – definitely something to file away for another time. Finally I released but instead of making love to her right there on the floor which I'm sure was on both our minds, I got up and asked her if she wanted another shower before going to bed. 

Quickly she agreed so I helped her up and we headed for the shower, discarding our robes as we went. No longer self conscious about her nakedness, we left the light on as we showered. We were both aroused before we got into the shower and none of the kissing or touching that we did reduced that arousal in any way! She was facing the shower soaping up and I was standing behind her with my hardness pressed against her ass and my hands stroking her mound, her stomach and her breasts, pausing every so often to trace circles around her areoles and tweak her erect nipples. 

While I'd only been able to make it happen a couple of times, I'd always enjoyed making love in the shower, so when the soap slipped from her hand and she bent over to pick it up, I couldn't resist. I slid fully into her in one easy stroke, taking her totally by surprise. Her response was to reach forward so she could lean against the wall, allowing me perfect access to her from behind. We made love like that for several minutes with the water from the shower running down her back until the teasing, wrestling and necking caught up with us. She was the first one to cum, thrusting hard against me and crying out with the pleasure she felt, I kept going long enough for her to have a couple of smaller orgasms before I came as well. It's a good thing I had a hold on her hips for support or I think my knees would have buckled. 

We stayed together like that until my cock had softened enough that it fell out with a soft, sucking noise then we slowly washed each other and when we were once again clean we dried and headed for the bedroom. There was no mention of her going home that night, and I know I was looking forward to waking up with her beside me in the morning. We curled up close together under the blankets – warm, satisfied and it wasn't long before we were both enjoying a very comfortable sleep, happy with the love we'd found – between friends!



Between Friends



Lauren dropped two cubes of ice into each glass, and smiled. She had already probably had too much, she thought, but she was having a good time for once. With Brandon asleep, it was fun talking with her old friends. She had known Christy and Geoff since high school, she really enjoyed her time back with them. They had been talking over old times, and laughing like she hadn't laughed in years. 

It was good to laugh again, she thought. And even though they were all at least a little drunk, Lauren liked the attention. Geoff always got really flirty with her when he was drinking, and Christy didn't seem to mind, in fact encouraging him at times. Late one night last year, they had called her while they were having sex. They had been drinking, and apparently Geoff had mentioned Lauren during a bit of dirty foreplay talk, and Christy had called his bluff.

It was exciting, Lauren remembered, but more than a little bit uncomfortable. She hadn't been ready for that call, and was quite surprised to suddenly be involved. It was a bit erotic listening to them, the sounds they made, but she felt awkward. Afterwards, she had made Christy promise to give her warning if it ever was going to happen again. She wasn't against the idea, she'd just be ready this time.

They were always a very open couple, and Lauren envied that. They had a closeness that was open, supportive, not binding. She always felt like Christy and Geoff were the perfect couple.

Lauren still carried a secret, though. Something she didn't feel comfortable sharing with her oldest friend, or anything else.

She suppressed a momentary shiver, and picked up the glass to walk back to the living room.

It was just the three of them now, Brandon had excused himself a half hour earlier. He was having fun, but he was a day person. Lauren understood, he had work early the next morning. Besides, he hadn't known them as long as she had, he hadn't gone to school with them and grown up together. They were friends, but not close.

As Lauren rounded the hallway, she realized she was glad he had gone to bed. She could finally relax with her best friend and her husband, and not have to worry about spilling anything inappropriate.

And then she froze in the doorway, nearly spilling all three glasses. 

There, sitting on her couch, was Geoff, head laid back and eyes closed. On her knees in front of him was Christy, her face buried between his legs, her brown hair rocking back and forth.

Lauren suddenly felt wholly inappropriate, watching her oldest friend go down on her husband right there in her family room, not caring who saw her. She was shocked, and startled, and momentarily angry at them for taking such a liberty with her and her house.

But only for a moment.

Geoff looked at her and smiled, and watched her watch Christy. He moved his hand down to sweep back her shoulder length hair, exposing her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth gently sliding up and down his length, slowly but steadily.

Lauren realized she was transfixed, biting her lower lip while watching Christy. She was beautiful, powerful, taking him inside her. Geoff ran his hands through her hair, smiling.

Lauren got control of herself, shaking her head and laughing. Then she walked over to them.

"Here's your drink, Geoff. I'll just leave Christy's on the table here. It seems like she's got a mouthful right now, anyway."

They both chuckled, and Christy raised her head and smiled at Lauren. "I'll take it in a minute, Law. Why don't you relax?"

Her face was turned to Lauren, but her hand maintained its rhythm, sliding up and back, up and back, holding Geoff in check while she made him wait.

"Just watch for a while. You always said you were good at giving head. Why don't you give me some tips?"

And with that, she opened her mouth, swallowing Geoff again, faster this time, stronger. She had gone from foreplay to sex, from a passive participant to a forceful actress. Lauren sat on the couch beside them, staring intently at her. And as she slid back up his length, Christy looked at her, and smiled.

And then squinted her eyes shut, moaning as she took his full length into her again,

Geoff was dividing his attention between his beautiful wife performing for him, and Lauren, staring fascinated at what was going on before her. She sat just far enough away from him that he couldn't reach out and touch her, and Lauren had done that on purpose. She wasn't ready yet.

She wanted to watch for a little while.

Christy was working hard, bobbing her head up and down on Geoff, matching his moans of pleasure with her own. He was smiling a dirty smile, still watching both women. One was taking him, the other was taking in the scene.

Lauren had never been this close to anything like this before. It was dirty, erotic, and wonderful. She had always found Christy very sexy, even more so now than when they met as teenagers. She had watched her friend grow from a girl to a woman, and they had shared many things over the years. They were as close as sisters, and had talked of things they could discuss with no one else.

And now, she was front row as Christy performed for her. They had talked openly about sex for years, and now Lauren was watching up close as her friend gave a blow job.

Lauren realized she was staring, and licked her lips to try and break the moment. She was quiet, fascinated by the scene. Christy pulled her face from Geoff, whispering her hair across him as she turned her head.

"So, Law...what do you think?" Her hand was still wrapped, still pumping. "Do you approve of my technique?"

Lauren smiled. "Well, it seems like you're doing fine. Geoff doesn't have any complaints, I'll bet."

Christy smiled, and turned her head sideways. Her tongue extended, and traveled his length from base to tip. Geoff involuntarily bucked at the feeling, and leaned his head back again. "No, I don't guess he does."

"But it could be better, I suppose. Why don't you come over here and show me?"

Lauren's heart pounded right through the buzz of alcohol and voyeurism. She blinked out loud, and didn't answer.

"Come on," Christy said. "We're friends. Friends share everything, don't they?"

Lauren stared, and couldn't help but giggle a bit as she climbed down to the floor. Her best friend was on her knees, holding her husband's erect penis in her hand, and inviting Lauren to join her. It was a bit surreal.

As Lauren crawled over, she got a close-up view of Christy taking Geoff again. Christy picked up the pace, showing off for her friend. Geoff's low moans told both women that he didn't mind at all being used as a prop for their game.

Christy finished by again sliding her tongue from bottom to top of Geoff, her hand still wrapped around the base. She slyly smiled at Lauren. "Come on, Law. I don't mind. It's my invitation."

Lauren looked into her brown eyes, and saw there was no jealousy, no envy, no anything except desire. She realized that Christy was being truthful, she wanted this. 

She leaned forward, licked her lips and parted them slightly. She paused, an inch away from Geoff. There was electricity in the air, as everything stopped for an instant. Even the background music seemed to pause.

She was staring at his cock, hard in Christy's hand. Although her eyes were fixed on it, she knew everyone else in the room was watching her right now.

She paused another moment, drinking in being the center of attention. Then she leaned forward the other inch, and slid her half-opened lips along his length. She smiled to herself as she heard first Geoff moan, and then Christy gasp.

Her tongue extended, cradling him and caressing him. She worked her way down to Christy's hand. She lightly kissed the fingers, and Christy released. Lauren replaced Christy's hand with her own, and began to slowly stroke him as her lips parted a bit further, turning her head sideways to caress both sides of him with her soft lips.

And then, when she found herself at the top, she opened her mouth completely.

Geoff thrust himself upwards at the feel of her mouth, warm and wet, sliding down his hard length. Halfway down she went, tasting Christy on him as she did. As he rose to meet her, she withdrew. He sat back down, waiting patiently for the next touch.

She looked up at him and smiled. She wanted him to know that he was not in control of this situation. Lauren would pleasure him, in the exact way that she wanted. Her performance was non-negotiable, and she heard a purr from Christy that said she understood.

Down she went again, halfway, then back, then all of the way, wrapping him with her tongue as she went. She was ravenous, her mouth going down to meet her hand coming up. She could no longer hear the CD player, but every sound from Geoff and Christy echoed in her mind, every passionate word and guttural noise amplified by the rush of what she was doing.

He sat there, content to be served. And Lauren felt the rush of performing for her friends, her oldest friends.

She felt a hand wrap in her hair, balling into a fist, and Lauren gave a quick whimper. She froze in place and realized that the hand did not belong to Geoff.

With Geoff still in her mouth, she froze at the scent of Christy suddenly beside her. Lauren's eyes opened in shock, as Christy rubbed her cheek against Lauren's.

"It's okay, Law. I like it. I like to watch you, too."

"And besides...I know this is not the first time you've had my husband's cock in your mouth."

Lauren gave a small shiver, mouth full but still not moving.

"Don't worry, sweetie...I knew all about it. I figured it would happen when I sent him down here to help you that weekend. He told me about the whole night."

"And I loved hearing about it."

"I trust you, Lauren. I love you. If he's going to have to fuck somebody else, I wanted it to be you."

"And he told me you were great."

Her hand, wrapped in Lauren's hair, began to slowly but firmly push her back down on to Geoff, harder than ever.

"Now...finish what you started. I want you to make him come, sweetie."

"I want to watch it."

Lauren felt beads of sweat on her forehead. It was one encounter, a year ago, and she had felt guilty about it ever since then. Geoff had come down to help her clean out a storage building both families had things in, and was going to spend the night. That evening, they went out and wound up together. It had felt strange. The sex was good, but a bit peculiar to be sleeping with her best friend's husband. It was during a time when she knew Christy was experimenting on her own, and Geoff had never expressed any regret about it. 

Lauren had always wondered if Christy was aware of what happened. Now she knew.

Geoff's thrust woke her from her memories. Instinctively, she pulled her mouth from him, wrapped her hand around and stroked him. 

Christy's smooth hands stroked her face.

"It's okay, Law. Go ahead. It's what I want."

Lauren looked up at her, saw her best friend's smile. And then, she licked her lips and slid them up and down the side of her husband.

Geoff moaned, and leaned back again. Lauren continued to tease him, listening to the sounds of both of them breathing as she did. Her tongue flicked at him, tasting him, causing him to shiver. She would turn her head to Christy, and extend her tongue to him, showing off for her best friend like she had seen before in the dirty movies.

And Christy loved it.

Lauren parted her soft lips again, and returned to Geoff, locking into a quick rhythm. She knew what was coming, no man could long resist what was going on. His legs locked beneath her, muscles hardening, freezing him in place, refusing to let the moment pass. He moaned something, a warning that sounded more like an announcement, and Lauren drove her mouth down farther onto him in response.

She pulled at him, demanding he finish for her. Faster now, stronger than ever, she went down and up. As he began to thrust up into her, Lauren allowed him, so close to her goal.

And then she heard it.

Geoff exploded into her, her mouth suddenly hot and wet, the back of her throat covered. She felt her own blood rushing inside of her, racing with excitement. She swallowed hard, and drove him back into her again. He continued to spurt into her, and she refused to stop, forcing him to release with every thrust.

She was in control of the moment, and she would bring it to its rightful end.

Her mouth was hot, the taste of her best friend's husband burning down the back of her throat, running down inside her. She had not spilled a drop, eagerly taking all of him, accepting her new role for Christy. As he gave one more weakened push into her, she took his last bit, the final evidence of her evening. But more than the memory of her time with Geoff, she would remember the sound.

Later that night in her room, lying beside her sleeping husband, she would remember it, and it would drive her to touch herself. A memory of not just his thrusts and explosion into her, not the thought of taking another woman's man for her.

Lauren would remember the sound Christy made at the moment she made her husband come. It was a loud gasp, a mix of pleasure and shock, eroticism and awe. A reminder of a moment she never thought would happen. She had never heard another woman make that sound, and she didn't think she had ever made it herself.

And she wanted to hear it again.



Between Friends



Jason arrived at work, fired up the computer and checked his e-mail. Buried there amongst the business-related correspondence and the usual mountain of spam was a message from his pal Kat. He clicked, relieved to find something he might actually want to read. 

"Hey, J.— tomorrow is R.'s b-day. Thought you guys might like to join us for drinks at Delphi after work, followed by dinner at our house? I'm cooking. Just bring wine. Red. Ok? Love, K."

Jason fired back a reply. "Sounds like a plan. I'll run it by M. and get back to you. J."

Maddie was feeling harried as she pulled into the parking lot at Delphi. She was running late, having stopped to change clothes and pick up a bottle of wine on her way from work. The rush-hour traffic didn't help, either. Or the heat. But she was counting on Kat and Rachel to be even later, as was their habit. No such luck this time. As she walked into the club, she saw them out on the dance floor. They were dancing slow circles to a Billie Holliday tune, whispering and smiling secretively to each other, smooching now and then, totally oblivious to her presence or anyone else's. 

Too damn cute, she thought. She was surprised to find the ambiance so subdued. She had only known the Delphi as a wild gay disco, with loud, relentless techno music all night — fine for dancing, but not exactly the place she'd choose to go for casual conversation with friends. But she was glad to learn that it was a more sedate scene during happy hour, sort of a swanky lounge vibe, all dim lights and slinky torch songs, and not many people.

Not knowing where the girls were sitting, Maddie headed directly for the restroom to pee. She entered the stall, hung her purse on the back of the door, hoisted her little black dress over her hips and dropped her knickers. Just then the bathroom door swung open. She recognized the voices as those of her friends, but she didn't really feel like talking to them from inside the stall. It seemed sort of ridiculous. So she kept quiet, expecting them to leave shortly. She heard one of the other stall doors close and the sound of someone pissing. The shadow of the other person stood in front of the sink. Moving her head into alignment with the crack in her stall door, she could see Kat combing her hair in the mirror. Kat was rather fussy about her hair, and spent a good deal of time making it look as if she spent no time at all on it. 

"I wonder where our friends are?" she heard Rachel ask from the other stall. 

"Probably figured we'd be late," Kat chuckled. "I think Jason has finally given up on me ever being on time. Probably figures if he can't beat 'em, join 'em." 

Maddie heard the toilet flush, and saw Rachel's shadow walk past her towards Kat.

"Hey, good lookin'," Rachel cooed as she walked up behind Kat and slid her arms around her waist. "You know, I can hardly wait to get you home tonight." 

"Oh yeah?," Kat asked, playing dumb. 

"Yeah," said Rachel. "In fact, I don't think I can wait!" 

With that she stepped over to the restroom door and locked it, then came back to Kat, who was still grooming herself non-chalantly. They obviously thought they were alone. Maddie felt rather awkward sitting there in the stall with her undies around her ankles, but it seemed too late to say anything at this point. She was afraid that if she did, they would wonder why she hadn't spoken up earlier. Worse yet, they might think she was spying on them. Which, apparently, she now was. 

The room was suddenly quiet save for the muffled music coming from the bar, and a few barely audible kissing sounds. Maddie couldn't see much from her position on the toilet, but could tell that Kat was still standing before the mirror, and Rachel was again standing behind her. She could hear the light peck of Rachel's lips on Kat's neck, followed by contented sighs which gradually gave way to rustling clothes, then heavier breathing and soft moans. Maddie slowly stood up from the commode and positioned her eye closer to the crack in the door. She felt slightly guilty about it, but she couldn't help herself. 

At this point the girls were so absorbed in their activity that they didn't hear her pull up her panties. Peering through the narrow slit, she could now see them more clearly. They were facing the mirror, watching themselves, looking intently into each other's reflected faces. Rachel had her arms wrapped around Kat, a hand on one of her breasts, another down her open trousers. Kat had a blissful little smile on her face, her eyes half opened. Rachel grinned wickedly as she squeezed Kat's nipple through the fabric of her white men's dress shirt and rooted around in her girlfriend's pants. 

Maddie noticed her own breathing getting heavier, her pulse quickening. At first she thought it was from panic, but she soon became aware of the subtle sensation between her legs. She was struck by the absurdity of the situation and felt scared — partly by the thought of being discovered, but also by her own response to what she was seeing. She had never been especially attracted to women, yet here she was, getting all hot and bothered as she secretly watched her two friends. What was that about? But her arousal was stronger than her fear. She gave into it with mixed feelings, pulling up the front of her dress and slowly sliding her hand down into her underwear, lightly brushing her clit with the tip of her finger. She was surprised to find that she was already quite wet. It was shocking to realize how all of this had just snuck up on her, but now there was no turning back. 

Maddie could not take her eyes off of Kat's face. She had always thought Kat was beautiful, and had remarked on it to Jason many times. Kat was softly butch, and tended to downplay her more feminine features. She had a small, athletic body, and usually wore stylish masculine clothing: slacks with pleats and cuffs, button down shirts, klunky shoes. She kept her short, curly hair plastered down with gel, and wore little or no make-up. Maddie had always admired her flawless skin, her deep brown eyes and full lips. These were what held her attention now — those barely parted eyes and lips, the ecstatic, trance-like expression on Kat's face. The intimate sighs. The focused breathing pulling her into its rhythm, her own breath now entraining with Kat's. 

By now Maddie's fingers were moving autonomously, applying firmer pressure to her clit in a steady circular motion, occasionally dipping further down for more lubrication. She struggled to suppress the small sounds that gathered in her throat, but they seemed to have a life of their own, occasionally escaping against her will. These were luckily masked by Kat, whose sounds had become louder. Rachel joined in to encourage her, knowing she was about to come. Kat gasped and stiffened, her uplifted arms clenching around her lover's neck behind her as she let out a prolonged, satisfied moan. As she did so, Maddie shuddered and came with a yelp that involuntarily slipped from her lips.

The lovers looked at each other, realizing that this last sound was not made by either one of them. "I think there's an echo in here," Rachel said dryly. They both turned to look at the closed stall door behind them, and saw a pair of feet in the space below it. Kat spoke up. 

"Uh, hello? Can we help you?" 

Maddie, still weak-kneed and fuzzy from the surprising intensity of her orgasm, suddenly realized she was busted. She felt completely mortified, and wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't stay in there forever. She would have to come out and fess up to her friends. She straightened her dress, unlocked the door and sheepishly emerged, her face bright red with embarrassment. The girls looked at her in astonishment. Then they looked at each other. Their chins dropped in unison. Then they looked back at her, and burst out laughing. 

"I...uh...I'm so sorry, you guys," Maddie stammered. "I swear I didn't mean to spy on you! I was just in here, um, peeing, and you came in and got all...involved...and I just couldn't help myself and it just sort of... happened..." 

The girls were clearly relishing the situation, and seemed to find the whole thing quite hilarious. Kat pretended to chastise her, smiling all the while. 

"Well, look who's here. Why, Maddie, you naughty little pervert! We had no idea you had such nasty voyeuristic proclivities!" 

"Yeah," Rachel chimed in. "And we certainly didn't know you had a secret thing for women. We thought you only liked boys. I mean really, if you wanted to check out the other team you could have just asked us." 

Maddie didn't quite know what to say. "Shut up! God, I am so fucking embarrassed, I can't believe this..." 

The girls took pity on her, and came over and hugged her, trying to let her know that they understood and it was all fine. 

"It's okay. Really. Don't worry about it," Kat reassured her. "You're only human. I'm sure either of us would have done the same thing." 

"Definitely," said Rachel. "Besides, I'd be personally offended if you'd been able to just ignore the whole thing. How boring wuold that make us?" 

Maddie was not so easily reassured, and worried that this episode might cause some rift in their friendship. "It's just so weird...I really don't know what came over me. It's not like I'm usually into women. But you two were just so damn sexy..." 

Rachel looked at her with some doubt. "Oh come on, you mean you've never made out with a girl? Not even thought about it?" 

"Not really. At least, not in any kind of conscious way. I mean, I've had sexy dreams about women a few times, but that's it." 

"Well, maybe you should try it sometime when you're awake," Rachel said, casting a devilish glance Kat's way. Without a word, she leaned over and lightly kissed Maddie. Maddie was so shocked, she just stood there, still as a post, her pale blue eyes wide open. She felt Rachel's tongue gently parting her lips, searching for her own, and for lack of knowing how else to respond, she closed her eyes and went along with it. She tentatively extended her tongue forward to meet Rachel's. It was a delicious, slippery, ticklish feeling that went straight down through her guts and into her groin. She felt Rachel's hand come up behind her head, pushing their mouths together, and was vaguely aware of Kat still holding them both, looking on. To her surprise, she found herself returning the kiss more passionately, looping her tongue around Rachel's, consciously tasting the sweetness of her breath, losing all track of time.

The pressure on the back of her head eased, and she felt Rachel begin to slowly close her lips and pull away. Part of her was relieved to know it was ending, but another part of her wanted to linger. Rachel looked at her silently, just grinning and twinkling her green eyes, obviously quite pleased with herself. 

Kat smiled at them both and purred, "Mmm...Now, see? Isn't that yummy?"

Maddie's head was racing. Feeling flustered, and no longer sure of anything, she began searching for a graceful way to get out of this rather awkward situation. "I'm sure Jason is here by now. He must be wondering what the hell happened to us. Maybe we'd better go track him down." She nervously extricated herself from their embrace and made her way to the bathroom door. It was still locked, but she tugged at the handle repeatedly, not registering in her nervousness what the problem was. Kat walked over and calmly unlocked the door, pulled it open, and gestured toward the opening. 

"After you, dear." 

Maddie rolled her eyes and started to leave the room. 

"Hey wait, you forgot this," Rachel said, handing Maddie the purse she had almost left behind. Maddie took it, rolled her eyes again, sighed and shook her head as she walked towards the bar. The girls walked arm in arm a few feet behind her, admiring her ass as it wiggled down the hall in the short, tight dress. Too damn cute. Rachel whispered to Kat in a playful, singsong tone, "I think I know what I want for my birthday..." 

Kat reached down and grabbed her butt. "We'll see. Maybe if you're very, very good..."

Jason was sitting at a table, drinking a beer. He'd been waiting for nearly twenty minutes. He'd been caught in traffic too, but when no one else showed up he began to seriously wonder if he had the day wrong. So he was relieved to see the three of them walking towards him. 

"Oh, so you are here. Just in time, I was starting to think maybe you all knew something that I didn't." 

The women all exchanged glances, and Kat and Rachel barely suppressed the urge to laugh. Maddie felt like a nervous wreck, but Jason was busy exchanging hugs with the girls and hadn't picked up on it. They all sat down and she slid into the booth next to him. He gave her a familiar little kiss and a chipper "Hi, baby." "Hey," she fired back, trying hard to sound absolutely normal. She dug her fingers into his thigh, then caught herself and patted his leg lightly a few times, hoping to quickly erase the first gesture before he could read anything into it. The women ordered beers, and the four of them made small talk, catching up on recent events. It had been over a month since they had all last gotten together, and Jason was happy to be with three of his favorite people. He noticed that his wife seemed a little distracted, but sometimes it took her a while to decompress after work. 

When they finished their beers, Kat suggested they get going so she could finish preparing dinner. They emerged into the early evening light and walked to their cars. "See you at your place," Jason called out to Kat and Rachel. They waved. Maddie was glad to be driving in her own car. It would give her some time alone to calm down and compose herself. She needed it. She felt like she was about to explode.

The dinner had been delicious. The table was strewn with empty plates. Candles lit the room with a warm glow. The wine bottle was empty. They sat around the table talking about this and that in the easy, familiar way of people who have known each other for years. Kat got up and disappeared into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes later with a gorgeous chocolate layered cake topped with one burning candle, singing "Happy Birthday." Jason and Maddie joined in. Kat set the cake down in front of Rachel and stood beside her. "Make a wish, honey." 

Rachel looked at her mischievously. "I already did, but I'll make it again, just in case." 

She blew out the candle and reached an arm around Kat's waist, drawing her near. 

"Since everyone has been indulging me tonight, why don't you all go sit in the living room and relax, and I'll cut the cake and bring it in there. It'll be more cozy." 

Jason, Kat and Maddie all adjourned to the other room as instructed. Jason and Maddie plopped down on the couch, and Kat curled up in one of the soft, overstuffed chairs.

Well aware of Jason's sweet tooth, Rachel brought him his piece first and handed it to him in mock-ceremonious fashion. "Your cake, sir." In her other hand she had Maddie's plate, which she handed to her guest. "Madam." Then she left and came back with two more plates. She gave one to Kat and then sat in the remaining reading chair. They all dug in, and were soon making little orgasmic sounds of approval. 

"Oh. My. God." Jason mumbled, his mouth full of cake. "This is almost better than sex. Almost." 

Kat picked up the ball. "Isn't there a direct connection? Didn't they prove that chocolate triggers some sort of sex hormones in the brain or something?" 

Maddie, who had majored in psychology, confirmed that chocolate is indeed an aphrodesiac. 

"Speaking of which..." — Rachel interjected, recognizing a perfect lead-in when she saw one — "all of this talk reminds me of my wish. I think it's about time I got my present, don't you, hon?" 

She was looking at Kat with a wicked gleam in her eye. She rose from her chair and walked slowly and seductively toward Kat, bent down and kissed her passionately for a good long time. Jason and Maddie looked at each other in the awkward silence. His eyes widened, and he raised his brows. She just sat there, staring at him blankly. But inside, she intuited what was coming, and was trying frantically to prepare herself for it.

The girls finally ended their kiss, and Rachel stood up straight, extending her hand to Kat and pulling her up from the chair. Then she silently walked toward Maddie, leading Kat along by the hand behind her. It was the same sultry walk. Same smug smile. Same wicked gleam. She stopped in front of Maddie and leaned over towards her face. Just before their lips met, Maddie looked down the neck of Rachel's loose-fitting blouse, could see her full breasts hanging there unencumbered, the nipples brushing against the fabric. That image stuck in her mind as Rachel began to kiss her and she closed her eyes. 

Whatever she had thought she might do as she saw this scenario unfolding a minute ago was lost to her now. She felt the moist softness of Rachel's mouth on hers, the warm breath, the slippery, curious tongue. And in the darkness behind her closed eye lids she saw an afterimage of those lovely breasts, swaying in the shadows of the silk top. The image filled her mind, blending with the delicious sensations of the kiss itself. She was momentarily lost in it. Then she remembered that Jason was sitting right there next to her. She almost opened her eyes to look over at him, but didn't. Whatever she was feeling — a mixture of fear, curiosity, arousal, confusion — she felt compelled to just stay with it, and let whatever might happen, happen. 

That feeling she had briefly when Rachel had kissed her earlier in the bathroom at the club was back, more present now. It was like an electric wire running from the tip of her tongue to the depths of her cunt. She felt illuminated by it, as if this were not some shocking new sensation but something familiar, a long-forgotten memory that had been lying dormant in the dark recesses of her brain and was now emerging with utter clarity and detail. The fear and confusion evaporated, and she felt herself respond instinctively. Without having to think about it, she raised her hand and held it gently against Rachel's cheek, sparring with her tongue more agressively, luxuriating in this moment. 

Again it ended, and she felt slightly disappointed to find herself back in the living room, sitting on the couch next to her husband. She looked over at him without a trace of panic on her face. Jason looked as if she could have blown him over with a single breath, and it made her smile. It wasn't easy to render him speechless, and she felt a twinge of pride at having done so. Then she looked up at Rachel, who methodically removed the dessert plate from her lap, set it on the side table, took her hand and pulled her up from the couch just as she had done with Kat, and calmly led both women across the room towards the hall that led to their bedroom. Jason just sat there in shock, watching them walk away. As they were about to disappear into the shadows of the hallway, Kat paused and glanced back at him, arching one eyebrow. 

"Coming?" 

"Um...I think I'd better finish my cake."

Jason sat for a moment on the couch, staring blankly at the half-eaten slice of cake on the plate in his hand. Completely stunned. Not that he was upset about what had just happened. Actually, he had rather enjoyed seeing Rachel kiss his wife like that. He knew himself how it felt to kiss her, and thought he knew what Rachel was feeling. He liked the idea that someone else now shared that intimate feeling with him, which was otherwise so impossible to express. And certainly he had fantasized about his wife being seduced by another woman. It had simply never occured to him that such a thing might actually happen, let alone like this, and he was not at all prepared for it. 




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And then the bigger question filled his mind: What to do next? Kat's parting comment seemed to be an invitation to join them, yet he was pretty sure that neither Kat nor Rachel were sexually interested in men. Of course he wanted to follow them to the bedroom, but he was unsure what the proper etiquette would be once he got there. He had been friends with them since college, and he dreaded the thought of doing anything which might jeopardize that. Best to proceed cautiously, maintain a respectful distance, and take his cues from them. He set the plate aside, took a deep breath, and walked down the hall. Heart pounding in his chest. 

When he entered the bedroom, Kat was busy lighting some candles. He sat down in a chair off to one side of the room. Maddie and Rachel were standing before a long dressing mirror. Rachel stood behind Maddie, arms wrapped around her waist, resting her chin on Maddie's shoulder, tenderly kissing her neck. Maddie looked into the mirror, and now and then Rachel would look up, her chin-length blonde hair hanging over one eye, and return her gaze. Maddie was struck by the similarity to what she had witnessed earlier in the evening, only now she was in the scene, not watching it. The memory excited her. She felt the soft cushion of breasts against her back, the pressure of Rachel's mound against her ass. She exhaled, letting herself sink into the embrace. 

Kat finished with the candles and approached them, stood between them and the mirror and looked into Maddie's face, smiling. "You okay?" 

Maddie managed to smile and nod. She was still nervous, but there was excitement and anticipation mixed in with it, too. All things considered, she thought she was handling herself quite well. 

Kat looked over at Jason. "How 'bout you, Slim? You alright over there?" 

"Still breathing." 

"Glad to hear it. Keep it up. So to speak..." She paused to chuckle at her own bad joke. "So—let's all just relax and enjoy ourselves, shall we? I promise this won't hurt a bit. Oh, and Jason, please don't take it personally, but this is a girl thing, okay? I'm sure you can find some way to entertain yourself." 

"I hearby agree to abide by all house rules." 

"Thanks, dear. You're so understanding. I'll have you know that you're the first man to ever set foot in our intimate domain, so you should consider yourself special." 

"Beyond flattered, I'm sure."

Now that the formalities were out of the way and the ground rules clear, Kat took a moment to slowly look Maddie over. She had always felt close to her, and thought she was adorable. Maddie had an endearing smile that could light up a room, and wide blue eyes framed by short brunette hair that always looked a bit wild and unkempt. She was petite, and her tits were just big enough to match the curve of her hips. And she did have the cutest little butt. 

In fact, the girls had been discussing Maddie's various charms in great detail during the drive home from Delphi. They hadn't gone so far as to actually work out a plan, but it seemed like things might get interesting later. It wasn't the sort of thing they usually indulged in, but they loved Maddie and Jason, felt safe with them, and trusted that they wouldn't freak out if things should heat up. Besides, they both thought Maddie was sexy as hell, and the thought of having their way with her thrilled them. It was just a matter of who would take the intiative to set things in motion, and it had felt like an unspoken dare between them. They had left the question hanging when they got home, not knowing what would happen but sensing that something might. And now, thanks to Rachel's quick wits, it was. 

Kat smiled and moved her face in slow motion towards Maddie's. Just as their lips had barely touched, she pulled back. She repeated this tease several more times, varying it each time by lingering a moment longer or lightly running the tip of her tongue across Maddie's lips. Maddie kept her eyes open, watching Kat's face each time it pulled away from hers. Kat looked back at her, smiling reassuringly. Rachel continued to kiss Maddie's neck, and was now rubbing her hands slowly up and down Maddie's hips, rubbing her belly, rubbing her breasts, rubbing her ass beneath her dress. Maddie felt ready to surrender to whatever they had in mind for her. 

Kat took a step back and started to unbutton her own shirt, but Maddie spontaneously reached her hands forward to finish the job. Kat smiled, pleasantly surprised at this bold gesture, and let her. When she had finished the job, she slid the shirt off of Kat's shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Kat had on a white cotton men's tank top underneath it, which showed off her muscular shoulders and upper arms. She was a jock at heart, and it showed. Maddie found Kat's androgeny attractive. Rachel was curvy and voluptuous, more the femme of the two. She was pretty in the classic sense, but there was something about Kat's boyishness that Maddie found more alluring. Perhaps it appealed to her basically hetero nature, made it seem more like being with a man. But it was the ambiguity that aroused her now, the blurring of gender distinctions. She realized that those boundaries needn't necessarily be so rigid. Of course she had always known this intellectually, but now it struck her more profoundly, physically.

Kat reached down and gave a friendly little squeeze between Maddie's legs. She could feel the heat on the palm of her hand. She took a step back, slipped off her shoes and socks and unbuttoned her trousers, never breaking eye contact with Maddie. The pants fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, wearing only the undershirt and a pair of briefs. As Kat shed her clothes, Rachel unzipped the back of Maddie's dress and pulled it off her shoulders, letting it drop. Then she unclasped Maddie's bra, removed it and tossed it over at Jason, giggling when it hit him in the face and landed in his lap. The panties soon followed. He held them up to his nose briefly, smiling, breathed in his wife's scent, and hung the lingerie on the back of his chair. He was clearly enjoying the show.

Kat stepped forward again and kissed Maddie for real this time, slowly and deeply. Then she moved to kiss Maddie's neck, and slowly slid her lips down to her breast. She found the nipple and lightly flicked it with her tongue a few times, circled it, nibbled on it with her lips, then sucked it into her mouth. Maddie shivered. Rachel was fondling Maddie's other breast, stroking her belly just above the pubic hair with her other hand. Maddie felt the fingers move lower, brushing across her clit several times, easing their way between her pussy lips, dipping into her cunt. It was wet and ready. Maddie rolled her head back and inhaled sharply as Rachel's finger penetrated her. Kat sucked harder at the tit in her mouth, and reached her hand down to cover Rachel's, guiding it as it caressed Maddie's pussy. 

Maddie was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body — the warm lips suckling at her breast, the tangle of fingers sliding through the dewy petals of flesh between her legs, slipping briefly inside her, orbiting her clit, sending tiny bursts of electricity up her spine. Her knees were trembling, and she feared she might collapse. Kat noticed this, cast a silent glance at Rachel, and nodded towards the bed. The two women guided Maddie to it and laid her down. They arranged her decoratively on her back, arms over her head, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee, but open, exposing her cunt. A delectable odalisque. Then they let her be and turned their attention to each other. 

Maddie watched as Kat undid Rachel's silk blouse and cupped those luscious breasts in her hands. She turned Rachel around and expertly unzipped her skirt as she ran her tongue the length of her lover's spine, from just above the crack of her ass to the nape of her neck. Rachel arched and let out a delighted sigh. Kat slid the silk panties down over Rachel's shapely ass, and as she knelt to lower them to the floor she took the opportunity to brush her lips ever so softly across her cheeks. Then she stood up and turned Rachel around to face her again. They kissed, and Rachel lifted the undershirt over Kat's head, bent to suck her tiny, firm breasts, pulling the briefs down as she did so. The two now stood naked in the middle of the room, embracing, kissing, at first tenderly, then more passionately, running their hands up and down each other's backs, through their hair, grabbing soft, warm handfuls of tits and ass. Fully aware that they had an audience.

Far from cooling down, watching the two lovers only made Maddie more excited. The fingers of one of her hands played lightly across her nipple, pinched it firmly, then repeated the process. Her other hand crept towards her crotch and found the hard nub of her clit, slipped down for some juice, then came back and circled the tender button slowly. She cast a glance over at Jason, sitting in the corner. He had unbuttoned his pants to give his hard cock some breathing room. He stroked the underside of it lightly with one finger as his eyes moved back and forth between the girls making out and Maddie touching herself as she watched them. Both sights were equally exciting, and he was taking it all in. The girls were ignoring him, which he expected. When he glanced over at his wife he was pleased to see her looking back, and they maintained eye contact for a long time, both touching themselves across the room from each other, with the girls' various small sounds as a sonic backdrop. He stopped periodically, wanting to make this last as long as possible.

The girls noticed what was going on, and decided to resume lavishing their attention upon Maddie. 

"Mustn't neglect our guest," Kat said, nudging Rachel toward the bed. 

They laid down on either side of Maddie, each concentrating on the half of her body that was next to them. They began by kissing her ears, little nibbles on her lobes punctuated with the occasional tongue circling her outer ear. As they did so, they each squeezed one of her nipples. Gooseflesh. She thought she was in heaven, then realized that this was only the beginning. The girls moved their kisses to her neck, and then her breasts, down her tummy and onto the insides of her thighs. When they got there they spread her legs wide and took a moment to kiss each other. She felt fingers lightly brush her outer lips. She didn't know whose fingers they were and she didn't care. It felt delicious. 

She opened her eyes and saw Kat looking down at her. She reached up and pulled Kat's face towards hers, and kissed her hard, deep and long. Then she guided Kat's face to her nipple, which Kat lovingly took into her mouth as she firmly grasped Maddie's other tit with her free hand. Maddie's spine arched and she let out a long, breathy moan. Rachel was nibbling at the insides of her thighs, gradually working her way up to Maddie's now aching cunt. Her legs spread further and her pelvis writhed in anticipation, as if she were trying to lure Rachel into her depths. Finally, she felt Rachel's hot breath on her clit, followed by her warm, wet mouth. The tongue moved down to her lips and searched there, dancing in the folds of skin until it found the opening of her pussy. It dove into her without hesitation. Maddie's moans grew more insistent, her hips moving in slow circles. Rachel grabbed Maddie's ass cheeks as she licked her, trying to hold on and maintain some kind of steady rhythm. 

Kat drew back from the tit she'd been nursing to look into Maddie's eyes. Although Maddie stared right back at her, she looked as if she had left her body. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes were glazed over and barely open, and her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Kat smiled and bent to kiss her. Without missing a beat, Rachel reached under a pillow and brought out a small vibrator. Maddie didn't notice, she was so deeply entranced. Rachel continued licking Maddie's clit, and without turning the vibrator on she discreetly pushed it into Maddie's now dripping cunt. Maddie let out a loud groan as the toy penetrated her. She hadn't been expecting that. She was even more surprised when, after a few delicious strokes in and out, Rachel turned it on. The vibrations filled Maddie's pussy with sensation. 

Rachel licked Maddie's clit more rhythmically as she plunged the vibrator in, then drew it slowly out, then plunged it in again. It was becoming more than Maddie could tolerate. She broke her kiss with Kat, and pushed her back at an arm's distance so she could again look at her face. Kat smiled down at her, encouraging her as she edged toward climax. Her vocalizations became emphatic as she felt the waves beginning to pulse from deep within her womb and radiate outward to every nerve in her body. She looked at Kat as if pleading for release, then turned her head towards her husband. Jason's eyes were locked on her. He sat slumped in his chair as if he were slowly oozing out of it onto the floor. His fist was wrapped around his swollen shaft, pumping up and down its full length. She loved to watch her husband masturbate, and the sight of him doing it now, looking into her eyes, combined with the buzzing inside of her cunt, Rachel's mouth on her clit, Kat's fingers pinching at her nipples...It was simply too much to bear. Maddie began to buck her hips wildly and she cried out as the ecstacy overtook her, sending her into a series of spasms that seemed as though they might never end. At the sound of his wife's screams, Jason lost all control. He too cried out to her, as he felt his body flush and all of his muscles tense up. The pressure rose through his cock and he exploded, cum gushing onto his chest. 

Maddie lay writhing on the bed, hugging a pillow and whimpering. She was raw nerves by now, and the slightest touch still sent her reeling. Rachel and Kat sat looking at each other across her, smiling like a pair of cats that had just eaten a canary. After a moment's congratulatory rest, they returned their attention to each other.

The scene with Maddie had only fueled their fire. Leaning across her limp torso, the girls kissed wildly now, licking tongues, lips, and faces, devouring each other. No more slow seduction. Kat reached across and playfully pushed Rachel onto her back, then pounced upon her, pinning her arms over her head. She sat astride Rachel's pelvis, rubbing clit on clit as she hungrily sucked at her breasts. Then she slid down to feast upon Rachel's waiting cunt. Rachel was moaning and squirming now, occasionally dipping a finger into her own pussy and then sucking on it. Kat pulled herself away from the juicy fruit and opened the drawer of the bedside table, taking out a rather sizable dildo and harness. 

"You ready for me, baby?"

Rachel nodded and smiled with a little moan of approval, finger in her mouth like a nervous little girl. Kat expertly donned the strap-on, and began stroking it across her lover's clit, hovering just outside the entrance to her cave. 

"Mmm, you want me inside, don't you babe? Want to feel my big cock filling you up? Hm?"

Rachel didn't answer, but simply reached down and guided it into herself. Kat fucked her slowly, intentionally. Pulled it almost out, held it there. Then thrust it in, held it there. Rachel writhing beneath her, eyes closed, squeezing her own nipples. Lost in the sensations. 

Maddie had since recovered, and lay there watching them, getting pulled into the heat of the moment. Rachel looked at her longingly, and Maddie spontaneously leaned over and kissed her and cupped the nearest breast in her hand. Soft and round, the nipple pushing hard into her palm. She gave it a gentle pinch, and felt Rachel's tongue extend further into her mouth with a moan. She waited a moment and did it again, with the same response. Cause and effect: pinch nipple, tongue extends. Like a rubber squeeze toy. Maddie was starting to feel rather powerful and pleased with herself. 

Kat encouraged her. "Oh, look how beautiful...two of you!" She dismounted Rachel and climbed onto Maddie, swiftly sliding the dildo into her before she could protest. But Maddie took it eagerly, felt the fullness of it, willed her muscles to pull it deeper into herself. But Kat was definitely on top and in charge. She soon pulled out and went back to Rachel, then back to Maddie, then Rachel, alternating between them, stringing them both along without mercy. Just when Rachel seemed about to come, Kat pulled out of her again with a devilish "Not yet..." and slid forward onto her knees, positioning her own cunt over Rachel's mouth. Maddie thought this was almost cruel, but she could see that Rachel wasn't complaining. She sunk her fingers into the soft flesh of her girlfriend's ass and held her in position over her mouth, lapping ravenously at Kat's pussy. It was a sudden exchange of power, as Kat was now the one moaning and squirming at Rachel's bidding. 

Feeling bolder now, Maddie reached down between Rachel's legs and fondled her pussy. It felt strangely familiar, and not. Like her own, but different. She recognized the softness, the wetness, the heat, the labyrinthine folds. And yet it was new to her, a different path through the maze. Intrigued, she decided to go in for a closer look. Maddie made a trail of little kisses down Rachel's belly until she was lying with her head between Rachel's thighs, staring straight into that beautiful mystery. She explored, gently parting the folds of moist, pink girlflesh, tracing their flowing lines with her index finger. Up to the top where the folds came together in a little nib. Rachel's hips surged. Down to the bottom, where they gave way to a deep well. Rachel made a muffled animal noise as she continued to feed on Kat. 

It was too intriguing, too beautiful. Maddie could no longer resist. Parting the lips with both hands, she leaned in for her first taste of pussy. Sweet/sour. Once again, familiar but other. For a moment she felt unsure of herself, not quite knowing how to proceed, then realized that she knew exactly what to do. She dove into Rachel's cunt, imagining it as her own. She inhaled the musky smell and ran her tongue from bottom to top. She found the hard little nut and played upon it with tongue and lips, noting the responses each action provoked—Rachel's ass grinding into the bed, or her pelvis pushing against Maddie's mouth. Maddie was enthralled by the beauty of it, and by the sense of power she felt. Each move she made was mirrored by Rachel, so that soon their movements were perfectly synchronized. Whatever move her tongue made, Rachel's pussy followed, as if they were dancing, gradually picking up tempo. 

All this time Jason had been sitting obediently in his chair across the room, quietly taking in this lovely display. But now he was hard again, and the sight before him—his wife on her elbows and knees with her delicious ass lifted high in the air as she ate Rachel; Rachel on her back devouring Kat, who was by now clutching onto the bed frame for dear life—was too much for him to resist. Ground rules be damned, he was done watching from the sidelines. Jason got up silently and walked across the room to Maddie, grabbed her upraised hips and buried his cock deep into her in a single motion. Home. She let out a gasp directly into Rachel's pussy, who in turned repeated it into Kat's. A chain reaction. With each thrust, Jason sent a shock of energy through Maddie and on through the other two women. 

Now they were all dancing together. Spiraling towards release. Ecstatic. He imagined his cock threaded through all three of the bodies before him, entering through Maddie's luscious garden gate, extending clear through Rachel, and ending somewhere deep inside of Kat. The image of this pushed him over some unseen line, and the rational part of his brain switched off as he fucked Maddie/Rachel/Kat in an animal frenzy, driving himself into Maddie's haunches like some out of control machine. And when he came he roared. And as Maddie heard him, felt his cum fill her to the brim, she too gave way, moaning into Rachel's cunt, digging her nails into the meat of Rachel's ass. Dragging Rachel along with her, kicking and screaming. The echo reverberating up into Kat's canyon walls, bringing her down like a landslide onto the rest of them. A fleshy pile of sweaty, panting rubble.




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There was a moment of silence as the dust cleared. Then a hand moved. A leg. Kat raised her head up from the mass of collapsed bodies and looked around in a daze. 

"Everyone ok?" 

She was answered by a few incoherent groans, followed by contented sighs as the others came back to life. And then giggles as they slowly began to untangle themselves from one another. It was really pretty hilarious. And sweet. And kind of amazing. And everything seemed to be just fine. There were affectionate little kisses, knowing grins, delicate caresses. They lay drifting like this for what seemed like a long time. It was Jason—the guy, of course— who finally broke the mood.

"Hey, is there any more cake?"



Between Friends



My special thanks to Carizabeth, for her editing and wonderful suggestions, without her help, I would never have posted the following story.

*

Val and I were close. We always did things together when her boyfriend or my girlfriend weren't around; we were good friends. So, it was not unusual to find me sitting at her kitchen table smoking a cigarette, waiting for her to get ready. Tonight we were going to the local carnival. We both loved the rides and the greasy food.

I had just lifted the cigarette to my mouth, when Val slid into the room, snatching it from my hand, lifting it to her bright red shiny lips, sucking on it slowly as she stared at me, her eyes half closed, her mascara thick. Crushing the cigarette out in the ashtray before me, she exhaled, leaning down, pressing towards me, moving in close until her lips were nearly touching mine.

"How do I look?"

Val touched her hot smooth lips to mine. I could feel her lipstick, could taste it, as she pressed her lips to me. My cock began to grow, began filling with blood as her lips parted and her tongue rushed into my mouth. My cock filled completely, straining against the fabric of my tight-fitting jeans, wanting to be released.

Reaching up, I took Val into my arms, pulling her to me, our lips locked as our tongues danced. I turned her until she was sitting on my lap, my engorged cock touching her leg, pressing against her. I knew she could feel me. She moved on my lap, pressing her slim muscular thigh harder against bloated shaft.

"We should stop." Val lifted her lips from mine, pressing her neck to my lips, begging me to kiss, to nibble at her soft perfumed skin.

"Why?" I kept kissing her neck as my hands gently massaged her small firm breasts.

"You have a girlfriend." Val's lips were on my neck as I reached under her tight shirt, lifting it, pinching at her swollen nipples.

"So?" I lifted her shirt, still farther up her lean hard body, pressing my check against her warm soft body, teasing her pert little nipple with my tongue.

Val sighed, cradling my head in her arm, pulling my into her, begging me to take more of her into my mouth.

"No." Val pushed away from me just as I covered her whole breast, just I was about to suck her deep into my mouth.

Val stood, not bothering to pull her shirt down, leaving her flat stomach exposed, she moved away from me, turning, leaving the room. For a moment I watched, knowing she was right, knowing that we should not go on, knowing were we would end up. But as I watched her slender hips sway, her tight little ass moving, undulating under her tight jeans, I could not help myself. For too long had we had danced. Teasing each other, knowing what we both wanted, but never doing anything about it. Moving quickly, I sprang from my chair and caught her from behind. Throwing my arms around her, I cupped her soft firm small breasts in one hand as I pressed my other hand between her legs. She was hot, so hot that I could feel her heat through her jeans.

"Yes Val." I pulled her into me, pressing her body to mine, as I kissed her neck.

"It's wrong Bobby." She melted into me, pressing herself to me, all her resistance broken.

"Then tonight we do the wrong thing." I cupped my fingers between her leg, pulling her backwards still closer to me, nearly lifting her off the floor as I pressed my throbbing cock against her firm round ass.

Val turned in my grip, tilting her head up towards me, parting her lips asking, pleading me to kiss her. As our lips met, as out tongues picked up their dance once again, Val slid her hand down my body, fumbling with the closures of my jeans, pushing and pulling until they had slid down my thighs leaving nothing between her and my thick long cock but the thin fabric of my briefs.

"If we are going to be bad, I say we be real bad." Slowly Val knelt before me, pulling down my thin cotton briefs as she slowly brought her mouth level with my stiff hard cock as she gently, loving, stroked me.

Looking up at me, her face painted with that devilishly cute smile of hers, that one that always made me hard, the one that made me want to always throw caution to the wind and just take her no matter the consequences, Val opened her mouth and while still looking up at me, slowly slid her open mouth over my thick hard cock, as she cupped my balls with her small warm hand.

For the next five minutes, Val did things with her mouth that I did not know were possible, that I had only dreamt of before that night. As she slowly slid her bright red lips down my shaft, she licked the bulbous engorged head of my cock with her tongue. First with the tip of her tongue and then with the thick wide middle, she swirled it over and around, making my knees weak, making me sigh with pleasure. Taking as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could, she closed her lips, enveloping my stiff cock in her hot wet mouth, holding me there, pressing her tongue flat against the underside of my cock as her finger dug and played with my hanging balls. Very slowly, her tongue still pressed hard to me, forcing my shaft against the roof of her mouth, Val began to pull her head backwards, closing her lips tightly and sucking gently. Intense pleasure enveloped my whole body, I could not help but to moan with the pleasure she was inflicting upon my entire body. Leaning back slightly, closing my eyes, I took hold of Val's head, sinking my fingers into her soft short brown hair. As her lips touched the edge of my swollen head, she stopped, moving her tongue from underneath the shaft to my head, softly playing the tip of her tongue over my small little opening, before sliding her head back down towards the base of my thick cock. She continued, repeating the same action, with some variations, swirling her tongue around my bulbous head, dragging her teeth along my shaft, until I could take no more, until I was on the edge of coming.

"Val!" I tried to hold her head still, tried to get her to stop before I could not control myself any longer, before I filled her mouth with my thick hot come.

"Yes Bobby?" She pulled back, letting my throbbing cock fall from her mouth. "Is there something wrong?"

Slowly Val stood, pressing her body to mine, reaching up, tilting her head upwards, and kissed me. Her mouth was so hot, so filled with saliva, with the hint of a taste that had to my own pre-come. All I could think of, as our tongue swilled within each others mouths was how good it would feel to fuck her, how good it would be to drive deep into her, filling her, filling her as she moaned, as I pleased her.

"It's your turn Bobby." Softly she pushed on my hips, asking me to kneel before her, to please her with my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her, taking her ass in my hands, as I willing dropped before her. Gently, I kissed her flat firm stomach, tracing small circle with my tongue over her soft hot skin as I kneaded the tight muscular flesh of her ass.

"Bobby?" Val took my head in her hands, tilting my face upwards. "Will you?"

Her deep brown eyes burned into me, pleading with me to please her as she had pleased me, begging me to lick her hot little hole.

"Only if you sit on my face." I moved to unfasten her jeans, slowly peeling them down her slender athletic legs; all those years of skating showed well on her body, exposing her panties to me and the first scent of her sex. Val's panties were white, shear white, not only showing me her dark trimmed bush but also betraying the fact the she was so wet, so hot, that she had soaked her panties clean through.

"You smell good." Slowly I pulled down her hot wet panties, kissing her softly just above her pubic hairs as Val lifted her legs, allowing me to remove her pants and panties completely.

Taking a firm grip on her hips, I pulled her downward as I fell back onto the floor. Val fell full onto my chest as I lay back on the floor. I could feel the fire between her legs, dampening the thin fabric of my shirt. My hands still on her hips, I lifted Val, pulling her towards my face, bringing her burning pussy closer to me. With one last pull and lift, I positioned Val's dripping cunt before my face, her swollen red lips nearly touching my mouth. She was so wet that I could see the moisture, her sex, oozing from her tight little hole, gathering on her inflamed lips, before dripping to my chin. 

As I pulled her to me, closing the last distance between her flaming cunt and my ready mouth, Val moaned softly. When I finally touched her soaking lips with my tongue, she moaned louder, grabbing hold of my head. When I closed my lips over her enlarged clit, she exploded, screaming my name as she came, grinding her gushing blazing cunt to my face.

Val was a sprayer, her juices, her wet hot sex, covering my face in pulsing stream after pulsing stream, as she ground herself hard against my face. I lapped as fast as I could, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her sweet hot sex but I could not keep up with the flow pouring from her, soon her juices covered my face, my neck, I was even sure I had some in my hair.

"Oh God, stop." Val pulled herself off my face, turning, taking my face in her hands. "That was the best." She leaned down covering her lips with mine, kissing me deep, drinking in her own sex.

I loved it, loved that she like the way she tasted, that she was willing to kiss me with such passion and desire after I had just made her come with my mouth.

Val was laying on top of me now her steaming cunt so close to the tip of my cock I could feel her heat. Reaching between our bodies, I took hold of my stiff hard cock as I pushed Val backwards, until her hot wet lips were touching the large swollen tip of my cock.

"I'm going to make you come again you know." I lifted my hips, slowly pushing into her, spreading her burning lips, driving gradually into her hot tight little hole.

"You better." Val slid back on my swollen cock, driving it all the way deep inside her. "Oh God that feels so good." Val arched her back, lifting herself up, placing her hands on my chest, sinking my cock all the way deep into her tight steaming hole.

I could not help myself but to sigh with her; she felt so good, so hot, so wet.

"Fuck me Bobby." Val fell onto my chest, twisting, turning us, until I was on top of her, her firm slim muscular body below me, her lips pressing to my neck. "Make me scream Bobby!"

Slowly, still covering Val's body with mine, loving how she was nibbling and sucking on my neck, I began to move my hips, just a little at first, teasing us both with the way my cock felt sliding in her hot wet hole. Putting my hands on either side of her, letting my whole of my weight lay upon her for a moment, I lifted myself up, thrusting deep into her, pressing my pelvis hard to her swollen clit as I did, making her moan and drag her fingers down my arms. I looked down at my friend's face, looked at her as she tossed her head back and forth, her eyes barely opened. Why had we not done this before? Why had we not just given into the pleasure? I could see the pleasure, the pure lust that was coursing through my veins reflected in Val. The way her eyes were closed, the way she was thrashing beneath me, was telling me she was enjoying it as much as I was, that she liked me fucking her as much as I like doing it.

I picked up the tempo, pulling myself back, nearly completely out of her dripping hole, leaving just the head of my cock buried inside her, before thrusting back into her, driving myself as deep as I could into her burning cunt.

"Oh yes baby. Fuck me hard." Val was pulling at my arms, raking her nail down my arms.

Faster I fucked her, picking up the tempo until I could go no faster nor could I drive any deeper into her, she had all that I could give. Val had stopped thrashing her head, tilting it back, her eyes partially closed, her mouth slightly opened. Leaning down I covered Val's lips with my own. The moment my lips touched hers, she tilted her head towards me, wrapping an arm around my head, pulling us close together as she drove her tongue deep into my mouth, kissing with so much passion, so much raw sexual desire.

Her hand still on the back of my head, her head still off the floor, Val broke our kiss, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body stiffening under me; every muscle in her body seemed to be flexing, hardening.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Val threw her other arm around me, pulling her whole torso off the floor, pressing hard to me.

I could feel it, I could feel her orgasm. Her muscles were contracting, undulating as I continued to slide myself in and out of her. I could feel her sex, could feel it as it flowed in her, as it splashed against my cock buried deep inside her with every muscle contraction that moved through her.

"Now Bobby, come. FILL ME NOW BOBBY! OH GOD I'M COMING!" Val was digging her nails into the back of my neck, screaming into my ear, as I could feel her muscles start their dance again.

I was glad that she had asked me to come, I could not have last through another of her orgasms, could not have held back as her muscles caressed my stiff shaft. Driving myself as deep as I could into her, I released my load, filling her with my thick molten come. With every pulse of my cock, with every contraction of my muscles, I filled her and kept filling until I was sure that my balls would shrivel to nothing, would disappear as I emptied every ounce I had deep into her.

Val's breathing began to slow, as her body returned to her, as she once again could control what she did. Releasing her grip of me, she slowly laid herself back down on the floor, her eyes closed, a big grin on her face.

"That was..."

"Wonderful," I finished for her as I kissed her.

For a long time we kissed, slowly gently, our uncontrolled lust now sated, taking our time with each other, sharing the love that we had for each other. 



Between Friends



Sometimes a person will do something for me and I'm just amazed at how generous they can be. This happened to me last week when, after months of posting on a web board that I was looking for someone to provide Greek for me, my friend gave me a call and said, "Have you found your Greek provider yet? If not, well, you could probably talk me into it."

Before I get ahead of myself; when I'm referring to Greek here, that doesn't mean that I'm looking for a descendant of Greece. Rather, it's a shorthand parlance for anal sex. Certain things like "Greek" kind of make sense if you think about the historically held notion of philosophers as buggerers. Likewise with "French" loaning itself to oral sex. Yet, things like "Russian" (rubbing one's penis between a girl's boobs) and "Asian" (analingus) just leave me flummoxed.

I don't know what kind of things trigger a mood / catch a fancy but I had been of the mind that I wanted to bugger a woman again. I hadn't done it in years and enjoyed it greatly. I'm sure that some would say that doing this is a "power trip" and others would claim that anal sex is only pleasurable to men (either as givers or receivers) but I would counter that I've known many women that enjoy receiving anal sex -- either due to the implied power exchange or to the actual physical sensations.

Neither of these things seemed to be motivating my friend. Rather, she simply knew that I was wanting this, couldn't find anyone willing, and hoped to fulfill a desire. If that's not altruism, I don't know what it.

Fastidious to the point of being slightly obsessive, I was amazed that my friend would allow anything near her anus much less inside of it. The more messages I got from my friend as the week progressed before we met up, the more resolved she seemed. She had started off by saying that I could put a finger inside of her and see how that felt before moving into larger objects. Then the figure changed to a dildo. Finally, she told me that she was able, willing, and ready to take me inside of her. "This is something I want to try again. It's been years since I've done it and I know that you'll be nice about it."

Yes, I was gentle. She was nervous as heck when I arrived. "Now, how are you going to go about this? Are we going to do it first? Last?" I assured her that it really wasn't all that important and that if she was so nervous we could forgo any anal play -- "Oh, no! We're doing this. I'm set on it. I just want to know if you're going to do anything first. I want to get ready for it," she assured me. The logistics were giving her fits. She was so nervous about the anal sex being messy and wanted to be able to jump right into the shower afterwards. I couldn't help but chuckle.

As it happened, we kissed and cuddled for a while before we stripped and she allowed me between her legs to lick her to climax until she couldn't take it anymore. Afterwards she moved to the edge of the bed where she bade me to allow her to get me even harder with her mouth. It didn't take long until she was rolling a condom over my fully-erect member and slick up the rubber with some lube.

She looked up at me, into my eyes, and I could see that she was still nervous. I put my hand on her cheek and said, "If you want to not do this, I'll understand. This isn't a 'make or break' for me. I like doing anything and everything with you."

She stood up, putting her arms over my shoulders, and kissed me deeply. "This is something I have to do. I want to see if I can still do it and I trust that you'll go slow and will stop if I can't handle it."

"You have my word," I said before she turned around and got on all fours at the edge of the bed. One of my greatest fears is going into the "wrong hole" when I'm entering a woman so it was interesting to take aim and try to get into this orifice on purpose after so many years. I slid my finger in, first, judging just how much pressure I had to use to open her anus. She moaned and lowered her front half so that her weight went to her shoulders.

I pushed deeper with my finger, sliding in slowly before pulling out. I wasn't sure how long she was going to allow me access to her ass before she started to feel too self-conscious so I replaced my finger with my cock, aimed at her anus. Using the same amount of pressure, I pushed into her, opening her wider over the head of my cock. She moaned again, breathier this time. I waited, allowing her to get used to the sensation. Wordlessly, she nodded and I continued; moving deeper inside of her.

It was so unusual, being inside of her bottom. I thought back to the last time that I had done such a thing and that was a mistake. The last time I had anal sex, I had started to worry that I was taking too long to cum, and that going too long would hurt my partner. This planted the seed in my head that the same thing was going to happen again. However, looking down at her, I realized that she would have the courtesy to tell me if she needed or wanted me to stop and that I could fuck her for as long as I needed without having to worry. This put new steam in my stroke as I began doing more than just slowly moving in and out of her and, rather, began to fuck her.

"Oh, yes," she said into the comforter. Seeing the look of pleasure on her face and feeling her ass tightening around my cock. I put my hands around her waist and began pulling her against me as I pushed into her. I could feel the vibration as she fingered her pussy beneath me, her hand between her legs as I fucked her harder. Unbelievably, she started to cum again and as she reached her orgasm the pressure on my cock triggered my own orgasm. I threw myself into her, over and over again as I exploded inside of her ass.

I slowed and stopped, my cock still spasming as we both caught our breaths. "Is it okay?" she asked. "Is it all right for you to pull out?" She was concerned about anything that might be on the condom as I pulled out of her.

"Don't worry. It'll be fine. I'll slide out slowly." I did and grabbed a tissue to hide any "evidence" from her. I didn't want her to feel bad about anything. I disposed of that as she got up.

"It's okay if we cuddle some more in a few, right? I need to take a shower."

This sounded so much like something that I would say that I had to laugh out loud. "Of course. Do what you need to do to make yourself feel okay and I'll meet you right here," I said, patting the bed.

A few minutes later, we were laying next to one another. She was smoking a cigarette and I was nuzzled against her shoulder. Before I had a chance to thank her, she said, "Thank you. I'm glad we could do that. It really meant a lot to me. I won't be doing that all the time but that's something we can add to our repertoire. I'd like to have you do that to me again sometime... soon." I smiled and returned her gratitude, happy that she made this desire a reality.



Between Friends



>> This story is for unamascerveca9 who requested the set-up in Lit's Story Ideas forum. I hope it works for what you wanted. 

Between Friends

Greg, Jamie and I have been friends for close to fifteen years, since high school. Jamie and I started dating and, when we decided to take a break, she went with Greg. I knew they had sex while they were dating, but it didn't affect our friendship when she came back to me. I figured it was a clean slate. And I couldn't really fault Greg; Jamie was definitely a fox. Dark brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, slender with breasts that were perfect handfuls. 

Our friendship continued after high school, and after Jamie and I got married. Then Greg moved to Chicago for his job, and we kept in touch through emails and phone calls. Last year, Jamie had to go to Vegas for a job thing, and we invited Greg to meet up with us there. He jumped at the chance to see us again and we set it up. 

Things went bad from the get-go. First, the hotel lost Greg's room, so we had to double-up. It was fine, since we were able to get an extra bed, but it was irritating. The day was insanely hot, so we were all sweating like pigs when we finally headed out to the casino. I lost a hundred bucks, Jamie lost fifty, and Greg somehow managed to drop three hundred bucks at blackjack.

We met up at a bar to commisserate, and Jamie bought the drinks since she lost the least. We were totally blitzed by the time we returned to the room and, in keeping with the theme of the weekend, the air conditioner was busted. It was like walking into a sauna. "Oh, wonderful," I said. I immediately unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it at the chair in the corner of the room.

"Whoo," Jamie said as she walked past me. "I didn't know Chippendales did private shows."

I smirked at her and kicked off my shoes. I took off my pants and stretched out on the bed in my white boxers. Greg had already seen everything in countless locker rooms, so I didn't feel self-conscious as I laced my fingers behind my head. Greg sat on the edge of the bed by my feet, his back to me, and Jamie sat in the armchair. "Maybe we should ask for a different room," he said.

"No, are you kidding?" I said. "The way our luck is going, it would be in the basement next to the boiler."

Jamie laughed and sighed as she took off her shoes. She has tiny feet, perfectly suckable toes, and Greg and I both watched as she massaged her aching arches. She lifted her left foot and crossed it over her right knee, stretching the denim of her jeans across her thighs. I looked away before I could get carried away and said, "I'm going to try to pass out. You guys watch TV or something."

"It won't disturb you?" Greg asked.

"He slept through a hurricane. A hot room with Letterman in the background is nothing." She got up and bent down over the bed to kiss my lips. "Night, baby," she said, and ruffled my blonde hair with one hand. 

I fluffed up the pillow and covered my eyes with one hand. I could sleep in a bright room, but it was easier to make it dark. Soon, I was completely conked out.

I'm not sure when I woke up, but the room was dark. The TV was playing quietly, casting a flickering blue light over everything. I was on my side, so I rolled onto my back and stretched. I grunted and moved my hand to my stomach, keeping my eyes closed while I decided to try to go back to sleep or wake up for a little while. I felt the mattress shift by my feet and Jamie whispered, "No, he's still out."

I cracked my eyes a bit and looked at them. They were sitting on the foot of the bed, framing the TV from my point of view. Greg had changed into a white T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, while Jamie wore a thin T-shirt. I knew the shirt was her version of pajamas, and I knew it barely reached mid-thigh on her. I envied Greg, getting to see those legs. Eight years of marriage and I still wasn't tired of looking at my wife's legs. 

She was facing the TV again, leaning back and bracing herself with one arm. I could tell from the way the cotton of her shirt ran smoothly down to her hips that she wasn't wearing a bra. I knew that the remote control was held loosely but possessively in her free hand. She absolutely needed to have that remote, no matter where we were. She flipped through the channels slowly, taking the time to identify a program, weigh it, and find it wanting before moving to the next. She and Greg were speaking quietly.

"As long as I'm not cramping your style."

"No, not at all. We're happy to share our room. As long as we're not keeping you from getting out there."

Greg laughed. "Well, we did get all those hooker cards on the way from the airport. Not that I could afford one of 'em." Jamie laughed. "I don't know. What do you think they charge for a blow job?"

"Way too much, whatever it is," Jamie said. "Did you see some of those girls? Terrible."

"It'll probably be better without all those teeth to get in the way."

Jamie laughed and shoved his shoulder. She looked at the TV and her back straightened slightly. "Ooh, this could be interesting."

I looked at the TV as well and saw a soft-core porn movie. I didn't realize you could get those channels on a hotel TV without paying extra. What were the chances Jamie had just stumbled upon one of the free ones? On-screen, a buxom blonde was straddling a half-naked guy, his hands cupping her large breasts as she moaned and writhed. 

Greg coughed and said, "Uh, yeah. I-I think The Daily Show is probably on somewhere..."

Jamie nudged him. "Oh, come on. We're both adults. We've seen each other naked. We can enjoy some fine adult programming if it's unlikely either of us will get laid tonight."

"Me, maybe," he said. "You could just wake up Steven."

She shrugged. "I suppose I could. But I would hate to leave you out in the cold." She looked at him and I could see the light from the TV reflecting in her eyes. She glanced back, saw my eyes were open, and I gave her a tiny little nod. She pressed her lips together and focused on Greg. 

He looked at her, and I closed my eyes in case he also looked back at me. They were quiet for a while, but I could still hear the woman on TV groaning and gasping. Finally, Greg said, "I don't... think that... would be a good idea, James."

She moved closer to him, her weight shifting on the mattress, and I heard her kissing his neck. I opened one eye and watched as she kissed her way from his neck up to his cheek, sucking his earlobe into her mouth and gently working it with her teeth. She was sitting up now, her free hand in front of her. I wondered what she was doing, but Greg's quiet grunts left little to the imagination. "It's okay," she whispered, and I felt a thrill at the sound of her seductive voice. "It's not like we're fucking. Just one old friend helping another."

"Oh, God," he groaned.

I risked opening my eyes again and I saw that Jamie, my dearly beloved wife, was bent down in front of him. I moved my hand down to the bulge growing in my boxer shorts and squeezed. I knew how Jamie gave a blow job; I'd been on the receiving end of them for fifteen years. I knew Greg's cock - which was smaller than mine, but thicker with a more blunt head - was out of his sweatpants now, Jamie's little pink tongue drawing slow circles around the head. She would make a circle with her thumb and forefinger and gently run it up and down the length, getting it nice and hard and wet before she took him deeper.

I stroked my cock through my boxers, watching as Jamie rearranged herself on the bed. She brought one leg up, bending it at the knee as she turned toward Greg. Her shirt probably rose up, and I wondered if she was wearing underwear. Was Greg getting a look at her pussy? Seeing how wet she was? I managed to stifle a groan and slipped my cock through the fly of my shorts. 

"Oh, James," Greg grunted.

I let my eyes run down Jamie's body. I should have been pissed, should have shouted and made a scene about what they were doing right in front of me. But the thought never seriously crossed my mind. What did I have to argue? My wife loved cock, loved giving head. She and Greg had already slept together in the past, so this was nothing new. Most importantly, I knew without a doubt that this didn't mean anything. It was a blow job between friends. And I couldn't fault Greg for taking the opportunity. 

The main urge I had to fight was getting up and sliding behind Jamie. I knew she and Greg would probably go with it, but this was their moment.

Greg reached out and ran his hand over Jamie's back. Jamie was making quiet, satisfied noises, muted by Greg's cock in her mouth, and I stroked my hand up my cock. I didn't want to move too much, didn't want to alert Greg that I was awake and watching. I was afraid he would get embarrassed or leave. 

Jamie gasped and whispered, "You like that?" Her voice was rough and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. I watched her arm move and I knew she was stroking his cock.

"I've always loved your mouth, baby," Greg said. He moved his hand to her head and pushed her back down. "Come on. I'm already so close."

"Mmm," Jamie whispered. I heard her kissing his shaft and she said, "Want to come in my mouth, baby?"

"Yeah," he managed to say, and Jamie chuckled and took him into her mouth again.

I was really hard now, my cock sticking straight up out of my boxers, and I brushed my thumb over the tip. I spread the precome over the head and imagined it was Jamie's saliva, that my hand was hers. She had given me hand jobs in the car, once in a theatre during a particularly dull play. I loved her slender, fine-boned hands, the way her thumb could move like an independent creature as it explored the underside of my shaft. I loved the time in the theatre; she was wearing opera gloves and the feeling was out of this world. 

Blow jobs were trickier, but she never passed up an opportunity. Like I said earlier, the woman loves cock. Whether she's exploring it with her tongue or her hand, she never gets tired of it. Sometimes we'll shower together, and she'll drop to her knees and caress and wash my cock like she's worshiping. Just lifting, tasting, sucking, watching how it reacts to her touch and to the flow of water. She's a scientist, I'm her subject. I've learned to live with it. It's the cross I bear. 

Now, I knew she was enjoying the opportunity to revisit an older test subject. How had Greg's cock changed since she last got a change to examine it? 

Greg began to breath heavily, rocking the mattress as he thrust into Jamie's mouth. I could hear her moaning around her mouthful and Greg moved his hand back to her head. He went rigid, his ass up off the edge of the bed, and he came in Jamie's mouth. He thrust twice, grunting each time, and Jamie's moans were stifled as she swallowed as much as she could.

When she sat up again, she kept her hand on his lap. I could see her profile, her lips wet from Greg's come. She reached up and wiped a finger along her bottom lip and said, "Go wash up. Go on." Greg nodded and stood up, shuffling to the bathroom. I got a glimpse of his cock as he went, bobbing in front of him and glistening in the TV light. I'd never seen him erect, and it was an impressive sight.

Jamie waited until the bathroom door closed before she turned around. She crawled on her hands and knees to me and bowed her head. My cock slipped easily into her familiar mouth and I knew we had to be quick. I chuckled, feeling like the one having an affair as I fucked my wife's mouth. I cupped her head as the shower started running. Jamie squeezed my balls and I filled her mouth with a second helping of warm come.

She raised up and kissed me. We had shared come before, but I tasted Greg's on her tongue. It was strange, but that didn't deter me. I sucked her tongue and ran my hand down to her breast, cupping it through her T-shirt. When we broke the kiss, she rolled off of me and curled up against my side. I smiled at her in the darkness and she tucked my cock back into my boxers.

Jamie was asleep when Greg came out of the bathroom, but I was still awake. He glanced at us, lying together on the bed, and went to the roll-away bed the hotel had provided. He turned off the TV and cast the room into darkness, but light from the Strip seeped through the windows. I could see his silhouette perched on the edge of the bed for a long time before he lay down.

I turned my head and kissed Jamie's forehead. She stirred, and I slid my hand down her body. She sighed and parted her legs. She was wet as I spread her lips with two fingers, slipping a third into her. I quickly finger fucked her to orgasm, her hand clawing my chest as she rocked against my finger. When she came, I kissed her lips and sucked my finger clean. She rested her head on my shoulder and was asleep in minutes.



The next day, we got tickets to a tragically terrible magician. We sat in the audience, Jamie between us, and feigned amazement as the hack conjured tricks any eight year old could learn from a send-away kit. I glanced at Jamie, rolled my eyes, and focused on the stage again. 

Jamie's hand slid over my thigh. I looked down at it, straightened in my seat, and slowly unzipped my pants. I cleared my throat and looked around; apparently the rest of the audience had a higher opinion of our entertainment than I did. No one saw Jamie's hand slide into my pants and grip my cock. I draped her coat over my lap, just in case the magician decided to come out into the audience and we were caught on spotlight. 

In the middle of the blow job, I leaned back and looked around Jamie's head to look at Greg. His eyes were closed and his head was rolled back. Jamie's hand was in his lap, covered by his coat. He opened his eyes, blew out a breath and nervously scanned the audience. He caught me staring at him and his eyes widened slightly. He shifted in his chair, but I mouthed, "No." I nodded at my own lap, and he looked down. He met my eyes again and I raised my eyebrow. A slow grin spread on his lips and he relaxed.

After that, we both settled in. I didn't know what would happen after the show, if we would mention this or take it a step farther (could I really fuck Jamie while she blew another man?), but for now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was Jamie, Greg, me, and her hands on our cocks. We could deal with the details later.



Between Friends



Shortly before leaving state for graduate school, I became involved in a situation that most would call "having your cake and eating it too."

Not long after starting a contract for computer support services for the regional office of a global oil company, one particular brunette repeatedly caught my eye. This happened not only because of the dearth of women that worked in this building, but also because of how exotically attractive she was. Because my job involved a lot of personal interaction with people throughout the building, it wasn't long before my journeys in the large office building brought me within her proximity and allowed me to get to know her on a more personal level. After the initial introductions and questions of whom she was involved with and what she does in her leisure, she later related to me that she felt she was stuck in a loveless marriage.

"I don't want to start over again. I've already been through a divorce and I don't want to go through another, and no guy out there would want to get involved with a woman with four kids," she bemoaned.

As she stood profiled in front of me filing some drilling records, I masked my shock while studying her form. It's miraculous that four children could be birthed from that figure. In low-hung jeans that sat snug beneath gently peaked hip bones, and a stretchy lace top that contrasted her long flat torso against her full fleshy breasts; I felt permanent memory images being burned into my synapses. Her breasts, showing the ripeness of womanly maturity, jiggled slightly as she closed one file drawer and opened another. 

With just the right mixture of flattery and feigned sincerity: "How can you already have had four? You can't be more than 26."

It was intentional. I took just enough time to stare at her breasts and glance up into her eyes that she would know what I was looking at. Her pupils danced about as she studied me. Her mouth, in a fit of slight trepidation, twisted about at the corners and opened to take in a slight breath before settling into a conspiring smile.

"That's so sweet," and a pause. "I'm actually 32."

"Mmm, damn," I snapped. I knew where I wanted to take this, but I didn't want to make it obvious. The greatest pleasure in illicit affairs is all the cat-and-mouse interaction at first. There seems to be such parallel between the thin line one walks as you sexually stimulate a woman and the thin line of flirting, especially in the potentially hazardous environment of work. Much like chess move iterations that have to be mapped out and reassessed on-the-fly, flirting carries the threat of severe consequences if you attempt brute force. You have to "drink in" all the various signals and subtleties of body language. It's never just the eyes, or the hands, or the lips, or the body posture; it's all of it. It's watching how the tongue plays in the mouth or across the lips. It's seeing how the pupils will dilate, the breathing will become irregular, and the hands will fidget at the forgotten promise on their finger. It's the toil of emotions that comes to the surface of a woman as she vacillates between the desire to have her senses come alive and her sensibilities maintained. Rationality tells her that she shouldn't throw away her marriage, but sensuality wants to feel like a sexual goddess again. 

She looks at me, expecting another statement to follow. I let my own eyes dance over her glossy black chin-length hair, her full flush lips, her olive skin. She quickly wets her lips; she is nervous and uncertain of my intentional silence. 

"How do you find the time to work out?"

She gives the standard self-deprecating statement that she's not in shape or her ass is too fat. I ignore it. She knows what she still has, despite the years and wear on her body from childbearing. 

"The age on your driver's license and what your body is telling me are two different things. I'll say that much," I tell her in a lowered tone, my eyes still locked on hers.

She chuckles as she sits down, and turns in her seat towards her monitor. After a pause and a push of a few strands of hair behind her ear, she breathes a thank-you. I feel my intentions have been communicated. All it takes is time for her to resolve the inner conflict and clarification on my part of what exactly I want. In time, she will know that I don't want to wreck her marriage. On the contrary, I wish to fill in the missing pieces. She is a woman reaching her sexual peak. She wants to feel that rush of excitement one last time before the hot flashes signal the end of that femininity. She wants to feel wanted while she still feels desirable. In an altruistic way, I want that for her as well. I want her marriage to a man that loves her and supports her children to last. 

Sensing an optimum time to change the topic before she becomes frightened, I ask her about what she does for the company, about her children, about her previous marriage. Not long after, she counters by inquiring about my current relational status, my previous marriage, and what I do for the company. 

"Happily divorced," I tell her. 

"Are you dating anyone?"

"Not at this time." 'She's got a single friend,' it quickly occurs to me.

"I've got a friend that I'd like you to meet."

"Oh really?"

"She's really cute and she's a lot of fun. I think you'd like her; we're built a lot alike."

Now that was very interesting. That not only solidified my belief that she knows she is hot, but also that she acknowledges the fact that I find her desirable. 

"So...she's got an ass like a swimsuit model with breasts you wish you could wrap your hands around as well?"

She smiled wryly. "Well..."

"So what makes you think I'll like her again?", I ask flatly.

She gasped as her eyebrows went up. She almost sputtered.

"I'm kidding."

She shot a look at me that tried to communicate that she was slightly offended. Instead it came across as 'bedroom eyes.'

"Just for clarification, I'm not just all about 'boobs and booty'. I appreciate the whole feminine landscape."

"Landscape? So women are lawns now?"

"You both have bush."

"Oh, stop. You awful."

We both chuckled.

So it went, in the coming weeks, I would dance that precarious line of flirting with subtlety while maintaining my intent that I wanted to experience her mature nakedness. As our mutual flirting became more brazen, I also allowed Mandy to steer me towards her single friend, Kelly. 

A week after getting to know Mandy, I met Kelly. Mandy and I had gone to lunch together and kept it professional with an implicit understanding. Mandy drove up to Kelly's office on the way back from lunch, and I walked in to the 5th floor office to a woman that clearly exuded sexuality in a cat-like manner. Her movements were very fluid and her eyes bore a constant look of lustful arousal. Getting to know her only furthered my interest; she spoke nonchalantly of having a "friend with benefits" in order to scratch the necessary itch. Understanding that her strategy was to measure my sexual maturity, I acknowledged with sympathetic understanding how such needs have to be handled. As my connection with Kelly sparked and grew, I closely observed Mandy's reaction to get a clearer understanding of what her intentions were towards me. No resentment was sensed, in fact, she furthered her efforts in nurturing the chemistry between Kelly and I.

After we got back in the car together after having met Kelly, Mandy had me pinned down, interrogating me with questions about what I thought of Kelly.

"I'd like to be able to see her again," I offered. "But I want you still around until I feel that there is any kind of chemistry."

Flashing those eyes of alabaster at me, "Don't you think she's hot?"

I made sure I had taken a thorough survey of Kelly's form before I had left the office. She was tall and leggy - around 5'10" if I had to put a number to it. She was wearing boot-cut, low-slung jeans and a knit top, so there was ample ability to get a 'lay of the land.' I had managed to discover she had a meaty firm set of ass cheeks, nicely muscled legs, a belly button piercing, and a modestly firm midsection that peeked out from under her shirt when she pulled her hair into a ponytail at one time. 

Then there were her breasts. Unlike Mandy's, which were prominent in their full roundness and sat at the lower end of her pectoral region, Kelly's were slightly smaller, but sat much higher on her chest. I can see how each woman would be jealous of the other's endowments, comparing them and how they differ. Personally, in their own category, I believed them to be more than adequate.

"Yeah, honey, but she's got nothing on you," I responded.

A pause. It was the response she wanted, but the last one she expected. She was frozen, staring forward as she drove.

I continued. "Kelly may have a fantastic ass and the perkiest boobs I've seen, but I can never resist the dark smoldering desire I have for a true brunette."

I paused for half a breath, "Never."

She licked her lips, with a hint of nervousness.

"I'm a married woman," she stated. It came across more as a reminder to herself rather than to me.

"You misunderstand my intentions, miss."

"I do?" she asked, dropping her tone at the end to indicate disbelief.

"When you said that you two are a lot alike earlier, you couldn't have been further from the truth. Everything about you two is much the opposite - especially how I feel about the two of you."

Without looking away from the road as she started pulling out of the parking lot, "Oh really. And what is that?"

"Simple - I want to fuck Kelly."

The car jerked to a stop and Mandy spun her head to me with her eyes wide open and mouth agape.

"What?!"

More slowly and methodically this time, "I want to fuck Kelly in a dirty, sweaty, raw physical way..."

I paused to look around before my eyes met back with hers with intensity.

"...but you, I don't want to jeopardize your marriage at all. I want to make you feel like a woman again. I want to slowly remove your clothes and run my hands and eyes all over every nuance of your soft skin."

Mandy's eyes danced as she looked into mine. In my peripheral vision, I could see her thighs lightly rubbing together. Her free hand had slipped in under the collar of her shirt and was running feather-like over her collarbone. I could tell this woman had become aroused within two breaths.

"I want to trace my fingers over every part of your body and taste your skin. I want to witness your beautiful mature curves with my own eyes. I'm not going to have you violate your marriage vows, but I will have you feeling like a complete sexual being when the time is right."

Mandy's eyes had begun glazing over and she was nibbling on her lower lip. Her cheeks had already become flushed; it was plain to see even with her dark complexion. 

She choked out, in a whisper, "I can't cheat on my husband, he'll find out. I know he will."

"We're not going to have intercourse, Mandy. On that, you have my word. I will have you with me naked though, and I'm telling you this now so you will know what I plan to do."

I turned to face back to the front, "Hey, we better get back. It's almost one."

Mandy snapped out of it, glanced at the time in the car, and started off.

She drove in silence, occasionally glancing over at me out of the corner of her eye. When we got back to the building, I walked her to her office. Once she turned to her desk to set down her purse, I grabbed her by her slim hips and pulled her hard into my pelvis. She gasped softly as my erection wedged itself deeply along the cleft of her ass. One of her hands went down to cover mine as my fingers wrapped over her hip bone; the other snaked up behind my neck and gripped me firmly, nails lightly digging in. Her head tilted back to rest on my shoulder. There was no resistance in her response to my assault, only physical affirmation.

I whispered into her ear, "I want you to accept now that I am going to fuck Kelly savagely and you are going to be there to watch. I want you to accept that you are going to be naked when it happens so I can see every delicious part of you while I drive myself deep into Kelly."

Her ass had arched back deep into me, conveying her acceptance, but I still had to hear her say it. One of my hands had begun tracing my fingers over her exposed midriff. I was tracing circles around her navel and repeatedly dipping my fingertips under the loose waistband of her jeans. I could feel the tight cord-like scar from a C-section and felt my hunger for her body boil within me. This was a woman. This incredible frame had given birth numerous times and still held on to a figure that was a violation of nature to keep clothes over. I stroked my finger tips lower until I could tickle the tops of her pubic hair and then I started running them back up the middle of her torso in a slow twisting line. By this time, only about 30 seconds had passed. Her breathing was gaspy and rapid already. She had a slight sheen on her forehead. 

"Say it, Mandy. Say that you accept this."

I start running my fingers up her torso in strokes, pushing her top up higher each time in time with her breathing. Her hips began undulating and rubbing my erection with the same frequency. Her response was a choked whimper. 

"Say it, Mandy. I need to hear it from your lips."

My hands had now reached the bottom underwire of her bra and I was working up towards her sternum between her breasts while my thumb was softly caressing the bottom of her breast. Her hand at her hip was gripping my hand tightly as I pulled her in harder to me. The other was running her fingertips through the hair on the back of my head.

I whispered roughly in her ear, "Say it, Mandy! Say it now - "

"Yes, I accept it. I want it all!"

I reached up and firmly squeezed her full soft breast. Her eyes clutched shut as a soft squeek escaped her lips. Her quivering hips betrayed the arousal she was failing to fight back.

Two heartbeats later, when I felt she could stand on her feet unassisted, I kissed her right behind her ear.

"I have to get back to my office. Call and tell Kelly I think she's hot and would love to have her, would you please?"

Mandy had dropped into her chair with her legs crossed sharply and was hugging her bosom tightly and gripping the arm of the chair. It was obvious she was fighting to regain her composure, even though the shifting of her hips in her seat told me she was mashing wet labia folds together to prolong the feeling.

That's how I left her that day. I knew her concentration was ruined for the rest of the afternoon as she tried to get work done, feeling her lips pulse as she recalled how I took her so suddenly. She would visit the restroom that afternoon and see the mess she left in the gusset of her panties from our encounter that took less than a minute. Her breasts would be swollen with arousal and her nipples would ache the rest of the day. She would fuck her husband that night like a woman possessed - him totally unaware of what was passing through her mind as she rode him vigorously with her eyes shut tight the entire time.

That was a Monday. The rest of the week had a similar routine. We would meet Kelly for lunch somewhere, and Mandy's husband would even meet us there as well, schedule permitting. Kelly knew I wanted to take her to bed - she knew it before Mandy had told her. She also could see the lustful glances I sent to Mandy as well. 

The next week arrived full of promise. I had spent the weekend thinking of the possibilities with these two minxes while I swilled bourbon alone on my back patio, listening to the crickets sing at night. I knew her husband was enforcement, at the state level. Very connected and could crush me legally. I would have to play this very carefully. Leaving even a trace of semen on her would be detrimental. I researched a bit more. Saliva would not cause the same difficulties of semen. Going down on Mandy wouldn't definitely be a lovely substitute.

Lunch time came, I called Mandy on my cell while walking towards her office.

"Hey."

"Hey, you", she replied huskily. God, she was sexy.

"Get your hot ass out here and let's go to lunch!" I ordered.

"Whu...ok."

"Bye."

We met in the hallway moments afterwards. Her eyes were clearly dancing with excitement and the peaks of her erect nipples were protruding through her cotton polo pullover. We waited together for the elevator and got in when the doors open. We were the only occupants. She stood at the opposite wall, looking intently at me.

"What?"

She smirked a corner of her mouth and slipped over to my side of the elevator. She snaked her hands behind my neck and leaned into my ear. My arms wrapped around her reflexively and my hands landed just above her ass and between her shoulder blades above her bra release. God bless the casual dress code at this office. My hand sunk down into the back of her jeans and began caressing the top of her thong as she whispered to me.

"That was SO hot."

"What was?"

"The way you just took charge and ordered me like that. My husband treats me so gently, and I love it. But once in a while a girl likes to feel that a man will have his way with her whenever he likes."

The elevator beeped that it had arrived at the bottom floor and she flew to the other side of the elevator and faced the door just as they opened. Even though the move was swift, there was no one there to be fooled by it when we arrived.

"Nice move", I chided.

"Thanks", she replied with a smirk.

"That looked rehearsed."

"My parents were very uptight when I was growing up...experimenting with boys...and the occassional girl."

"Hmm", I replied. "Duly noted."

Walking to the car, I watched as her slim hips rolled seductively with each high-heeled step. She had the stride of a runway model. 

"I could watch you walk all day."

She glanced over her shoulder at me, with a flirtatious smile.

"That would be exhausting."

"Tell me about it", I replied jokingly.

She gave that giddy laugh, she was so wound up.

"Where are we going, sir?" she asked as we got in her car.

"We're picking up a party plate of finger foods from the store and then heading to Kelly's office"

She looked at me quizzically.

"You'll see" I assured her.

When we got to the store, I stopped her before we got out.

"Call Kelly to make sure no one is at her office as usual and to make sure the kitchen area is cleared."

"O-kay..."

"Trust me."

I came back with a large plate of crackers, lunch meats, and fruits, cut for serving at a party.

"What did Kelly say?" I asked.

"She said that both owners are on vacation all month and we can just post an 'Out to Lunch' sign at the door."

"Anything else?"

"She's as curious as I am what this is all about."

I just smiled as my reply. She drove on, nervously glancing at the plate.

When we got to Kelly's office, I had Mandy lock the door and flip the sign for Kelly. I then directed the ladies to the breakroom/kitchen area that was rather secluded.

"Everyone hungry?" I asked.

"What's this all about?" Kelly asked with a smoldering smile.

"I thought we could have some fun for lunch...feeding one another. The only rule is that..." and I paused as I picked up a slice of apple, "...you can't use your hands when we feed one another."

I wrapped my hands around Kelly's waist, pulled her to me until my pelvis was pressed to hers, and offered the slice to her lips. She smiled and then delicately opened her mouth to receive. I inserted the slice slowly until our lips met. As she was biting into the apple, I slid my hand down her back to the peak of her full ass and squeezed. Her eyes shot open and she giggled.

"This is gonna be fun!" she chuckled while chewing.




Between Friends



I glanced over to find Mandy looking over the plate. I slid up behind her with my hips directly behind her ass. Grabbing a grape and popping it into my mouth, I pulled her to me with one hand on the crook of hip and the other hand under her jaw to turn her mouth to me. She gasped lightly before I pushed the grape out from between my lips and touched hers with it. Her back once again arched as she pushed her firm ass into my erection. Our lips met as I pushed the grape further into her mouth with my tongue and her tongue sought mine. My hand slid from her neck into the front opening of her shirt and I began massaging her breast right below her collarbone. It was just enough to start the sensations and tease, but not enough for full satisfaction. Her moans that travelled from her mouth to mine indicated that I was hitting spots that she was enjoying. I let my hands drift lower. One hand was rubbing her pubic bone feeling her feminine body heat, while the other was getting into areas of thicker breast tissue. Her breaths were getting rapid. Her hips were now pumping up and down, essentially stroking my cock between her ass cheeks.

"My turn" Kelly interrupted.

I pulled my mouth off Mandy just as Kelly lunged forward into me with a slice of summer sausage between her teeth. Her move backed me against the countertop as she lifted a leg to wrap around my hip. Her summery skirt slid easily up her thigh. I glanced down to see the tanned expanse of smooth skin. My hand sought that skin immediately and caressed down its length but failed to encounter a panty hem. Her tongue was now battling with mine, moaning, with both her hands gripping my neck and shoulders for support. My other hand had found the free cheek of her ass and was squeezing and pulling at it. I finally found the string of her thong wedged deeply in her ass and gave it a tug. This produced a high-pitched squeal from her. I ran my finger along the thong string lower and found what I was looking for - a soaked pair of panties. Right as I pulled the thong to the side to give easy access to her dripping lips, she pulled her mouth away from mine to gasp for air.

Mandy had immediately pulled Kelly's head to the side and began feeding her a slice of apple while Kelly was still wrapped around me. With one hand keeping Kelly's long firm thign wrapped around me, I began to slide the fingers of my other hand back and forth over her slippery exposed lips. Her hips started undulating from the start and her deep moans went up an octave or two. Mandy had reached round with her free hand and was grinding her palm into Kelly's breasts. After she mauled each one, Mandy began pulling up Kelly's shirt from the bottom hem. Kelly raised her arms to assist, and when they came down, she put one hand behind Mandy's head to hold her in place while they deep kissed. The other came to rest on the top of my pants. As she fumbled about for my zipper, my fingers found Kelly's clit and began rubbing it while Mandy found the front clasp on Kelly's bra to set her swollen mounds free. With my rigid manhood firmly grasped in her hand, Kelly began squeezing and caressing along its length. Her hands were doing amazing things to me, especially the tip where she would twist it softly. Mandy was varying the manipulations of Kelly's tits - from rough groping to twisting the nipples to strumming her fingers across the tips, and back again. 

Kelly broke away from both of us by suddenly spinning around. Glaring at Mandy, she commanded, "Feed me."

Mandy walked over to the tray to pick up another morsel. You could easily see she was breathing hard from arousal. 

Kelly snapped her hands up underneath her skirt and proceeded to forcefully yank down her thong. Turning to me over her should while still bent over, she growled, "Take off your pants, you're gonna get messy."

She then flipped her skirt up over her back and widened her stance. My pants were resting on my ankles in a flash just in time for her to reach back as she straightened up and grabbed my cock. Shuffling back towards me, she angled my rod down as she stretched up on her high-heeled toes and straddled me on her juicy labia.

Kelly sighed deeply and began to rock herself against me, sliding her lips along my shaft. My hips began quivering spasmodically from the sensations.

"Whatever you do", she said huskily, "don't move."

Mandy came over with the cracker between her teeth and smiling naughtily. When she got within arm's reach, Kelly stopped her with her hand to Mandy's breast. Grabbing her by the collar, she starting unbuttoning Mandy's shirt rapidly. My hands that started at Kelly's muscled hips rose up and began massaging her upturned breasts. With all the buttons undone, Kelly yanked the shirt down off Mandy's shoulders and reached behind her to undo the bra. Looking over Kelly's shoulder, I got my first gaze at Mandy's womanly chest. With eraser-thick nipples that still pointed skyward, the areolaes crinkled tightly around the rouge points like a monument to the shrine of her breasts. The droop of her breasts was not the kind that pointed downward but rather rounded at the bottom that gave her a ripe appearance. With the right bra, should could sport staggering amounts of cleavage. Her dark hard nipples protruded in mesmerizing fashion; a good full inch or two from her mounds. The difference in breasts between these two women was night and day: Mandy was dark complected with almost brown nipples, Kelly was much paler with pink girlish tips; Mandy was a full D cup, Kelly was a small C; Mandy's nipples were long and thick, Kelly's were pebble-like that barely rose from the breast; Mandy's breast shape was full, round and low, while Kelly's were high, firm, and almost streamlined; Kelly seemed to enjoy nipple play immensely, while Mandy responded better to deep tissue massages.

Kelly took the cracker from Mandy's lips and locked mouths with her. With one hand behind Kelly's head to hold her in place, Mandy ran her other hand lightly down Kelly's back, across my torso, and then took a firm grip on Kelly's quivering ass cheek and squeezed. Kelly let out a quick growl between her rhythmic moans. Mandy then brought her hand to the front out of my field of view. A moment later, I felt a hand run along the bottom of my shaft and then press upwards. I gasped at the increased friction of my phallus against Kelly's slit as well as knowing Mandy was holding my cock. Kelly let out a muffled squeal at the same time. Looking at Mandy, I saw she was staring back at me, eyes burning with lust. I could see Kelly increase the tempo of her ministrations on Mandy's free-hanging breasts. Kelly then broke away from Mandy's mouth to gasp for air through gritted teeth, never breaking the rhythm of her hips sliding back and forth over my throbbing erection. Over her shoulder, I could see she was fervently undoing Mandy's jeans. When she had the zipper down, she shoved one hand down the front of Mandy's panties while the other hand continued to work her jeans and underwear off her hips and butt. Mandy lifted her legs to not only toss off her high heels, but her pants as well. I took my time appraising her completely nude form. 

She had a very slight pooch to her lower belly, but nothing that appeared like she had birthed four children. She had slim hips, but her waist was still slimmer giving her a slight curve. Except for the generous breasts that swung when she bent to throw away her pants and the C-section scar, she had the body of a teenager. Her thighs and calves were slim with a gentle curve; opposite of Kelly that had visible muscle definition in her thighs and calves. While Mandy's body exuded sensuality, Kelly's declared raw rough sexuality.

Kelly reached around behind her as she lifted a leg up to the rear, nearly bringing her heel to the level of the countertop I still rested against. Mesmerized by how her ass muscle flexed, she lined up the crown of my cock with her opening and sank back. I was instantly sheathed in her hot center. I realized that the stroking of my cock against her labia had desensitized me, and I felt slightly numb to her warm wet tunnel. Bringing her leg down, I ceased the punishment of her nipples and grabbed her by her hips. Starting to stroke myself in and out of her out of instinct, I felt Kelly fling her arms back and grab my ass.

"Nuh uh," she hissed, "I said don't move." 

Looking intently in my eyes, I then felt her pussy walls flex and squeeze around me, massaging my shaft. I understood then what she wanted. She just wanted the sensation of being filled. I was to turn my attentions elsewhere.

Turning back to Mandy, she beckoned her forward with her wet finger. Once she was within a breath of Kelly, I saw her head dip down to Mandy's chest. Mandy's eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted back. She brought her hands up to run her fingers through Kelly's hair and pull her closer as she nursed her. Mandy's body started to rock before I noticed that Kelly's hands were busy stimulating Mandy. She had one in the front alternately rubbing her clit and then plunging her fingers deep inside, while the other hand was working its way up Mandy's anal cavity. 

With my eyes fixed on Mandy's facial expressions, I returned one hand to Kelly's breasts and ran the other over her hip and down onto her clitoris. Once there, I started to rapidly rub it back and forth, but then switched to rolling it between my finger and thumb like a nipple. When Kelly's tits had sufficient time, I decided to give Kelly was she was giving. I brought my free hand between us, lubricated it on her generous pussy secretions, and then started working my thumb into her winking pink rosebud. This brought another low growl out of Kelly that then caused her to up her tempo on all she was performing on Mandy. Mandy was now up on the balls of her feet and was biting her bottom lip, no doubt sensing an oncoming orgasm about to tear through her. Kelly was panting rapidly between sucks of each of Mandy's distended nipples. Her ass began rocking side to side, causing the head of my cock to bump into highly pleasurable spots inside her. Sensing a crescendo, I began working my thumb rapidly in and out of her ass while my finger became a blur on her clit. I could feel my own orgasm churning within my loins from the grasp that Kelly's pussy had on my shaft. 

Mandy then grabbed Kelly's head, planted her mouth on her lips, and blew her wailing orgasm into Kelly as they tongue-kissed. Kelly's arms were working furiously as Mandy peaked with beads of sweat forming on her forehead and covering her breasts. Breaking herself free with a shove, Mandy stumbled back to the small loveseat across the room and fell in a heap onto the cushion. With her knees pulled to her chest - mashing her breasts to the sides - she sat with her body quivering and shaking. 

Kelly now focused on her own sweet release, began wildly turning her hips in circles, causing my shaft to ream out her vaginal walls. She had reached back with her left hand to get a firm grip of my ass for stability and moved my hand off her crotch with the other and resuming working her clit over. With both hands free, I got two handfuls of tit and proceeded to twist her pink tips with wild abandon. In less than a minute, Kelly began thrashing her head around with angry moans. With her hips bucking across my groin, I could hold out no longer. Grabbing her hips on both sides, I pulled into her as deep as possible as ejaculated so forcefully it bordered on painful. In my throes, the thrust of my hips was lifting Kelly off her feet. Both shoes had slipped off and she was basically squatted onto my groin, feet braced on the tops of my knees, riding me like a bucking bronco. Her eyes were squeezed shut and teeth clenched. Mandy rolled over to witness our brutal ending together. She was gently squeezing her breasts as she watched and had spread her knees out to get a better view.

Kelly howled her release seconds before my maniacal thrusting came to a halt. My forceful ejaculation bordered on painful. I let go of Kelly as she stepped down to her own feet. She was bent with one hand supporting her on a knee and the other hand cupping her mound. I could see her back rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. She finally stood after a second or two, hand between legs, as she tried to walk it off.

"Shhhhhh-it!" she hissed. "That was a delicious cum."

Throwing her shirt back over her flushed breasts, she mumbled, "I've GOT to have a smoke after that one. Be right back."

It occcured to me that she was going to exit the office, walk down the hall, ride the elevator down 4 floors, and step outside in only a summer skirt and T-shirt with no underwear or shoes on. The fact that she didnt have a bra on would have been impossible to miss. I shook my head in disbelief.

With my now-limp cock wetly dangling between my thighs, I walked over to Mandy and reached out to caress her dark swollen lips. She smiled up at me through heavy-lidded eyes. 

"I'm a man of my word. Your nakedness is beautiful", I spoke softly to her.

After a moment to catch the significance, she hummed in agreement. Turning my hand with fingers pointing down to her anus, I pressed my hand into the fullness of her vulva, causing her to softly purr. Squatting down with my lubricated member nearly touching the floor, I began covering her nipples and areola in soft kisses.

"I'm still sensitive...god that was great," she hissed between her teeth.

She idly brought her hand to between my legs and let the backs of her fingers drag across my length, feeling the remains of myself and Kelly all over it.

"Mmm," I hummed with her nipple between my lips. "Me too."

She looked into my eyes from between her breasts that had slipped to the sides of her chest.

"I SO need you to slip that gorgeous cock in me and fuck me useless."

Flicking my tongue over the tip of her extended nipple, I chuckled, "Such language."

Mandy giggled, in that deep throaty way that's arousing. I started to massage that spot between her rosebud and her vaginal opening with my middle finger in small circles. She immediately responded by throwing back her head over the arm of the couch, pushing out with with one arm, squeezing my cock with the other, and arching her back. Her inner thighs were quivering as she gasped for air. Releasing the other breast that I had been groping, I reached between her legs, down to her puckering sphincter, and with my middle finger coated in her vaginal lubricant, began lightly slipping the tip in and out of her ass. With the other hand, I had slid my middle two fingers into her slippery folds and began strumming her G-spot with my fingertips. Her hand that was gripping my cock was now pulling it towards her. Understanding her unspoken request, I climbed onto the loveseat and lowered my cock to her mouth without missing a beat on stroking her womanhood. At first, I was disappointed in the lackluster blowjob she was performing until I realized that she wasn't seeking to get me off. She was simply using my cock as a noise muffler while enjoying the sensation of having something warm and hard stuffed in her mouth. Her repeated moans that vibrated my cock were not unpleasant, however. I used the opportunity to lightly move my hips in order to stroke myself in and out of her mouth and across her tongue. Bending down, with both hands still working away between her legs, I ran my tongue over the top of her clitoral hood. Once she was accustomed to this stimulus, I sucked her nub out of the hood and began flicking my tongue against it. Her moans quickly escalated to muffled howls. 

"Shit."

I glanced up to see that Kelly had walked back into the break room to find Mandy and I locked into our 69 position and Mandy in the throes of an orgasmic seizure. She had a bemused smile and a glint in her eye.

"Punish her pussy...", she affirmed with arms crossed. "She's been needing it for a long time."

Hearing that encouragement, I pushed my middle finger in to the knuckle up her ass. At the same time, I alternating pressing on her G-spot with the rapid strumming. This new rhythm got her hips twisting and thrashing, making it almost impossible to maintain my minstrations. In no time, her thighs clamped down on my head as her stomach muscles rippled in waves. Spasms rocked her whole body and I felt her trying to swallow my entire erection down her through as she fought to catch her breath through her nose. She would wheeze in through her nose and groan loudly out her throat. 

Slipping my finger out of her ass, I lifted myself off her and removed my cock slowly from her mouth, replacing it with my mouth as I kissed her deeply. 

"Hey!"

Looking over, I saw Kelly bent over the arm of the loveseat with her skirt flipped up and her ass turned out, displaying the red marks from earlier.

"Why don't you finish up here?", she smirked.

I kissed Mandy one more time. 

"Thank you", she gasped, out of breath.

I replied with a smile.

Following my bouncing erection, I stepped up behind Kelly and spread her ass. Her spincter was winking at me and her abused lips were drooling semen.

"Get it good and slippery and then fill me up" she said saucily, pointing over her hip at her rosy asshole.

Four to five solid strokes later, I was pushing the crown past her sphincter ring and into the harsh tightness of her anal cavity. 

"Mmm...GAWD!" she moaned. "That feels fucking yummy."

Once I bottomed out in her, she started humping her hips back at me. I could tell by the sensation building within my loins, I only had about a dozen more strokes left before my nuts released. The visual sensations were overwhelming.

Kelly had a phenomenally hot ass with a tanline that dipped into her crack from wearing a thong. Her densely muscled rump and thighs rippled erotically with each stroke. She had just the right amount of tone to still look feminine, but incredibly fit. Gazing over, Mandy had none of the muscular definition of Kelly, but had that soft feminine quality with slim, smooth lines. She had her head turned to the side and was caressing herself not only on her breasts, but lightly between her thighs. Her slowly writhing movements were sensous and sexy to watch as she basked in the post-orgasmic glow. Her eyelids would flutter and her breaths continued to come out as raspy. Both sets of lips were swollen and red from taking the invasion of my manhood into her body. Her legs were slowly scissoring as she rubbed her thighs together, with her left hand still tucked between them. Even though my cock was completely buried in Kelly's firm ass, it longed to be inside Mandy.

Kelly had looked over her shoulder and noticed me voyeuristically watching Mandy's movements.

"I know you want to fuck her, baby. You want her bad, don't you?"

I nodded my head, eyes fixed on the willowy feminine form pleasuring herself in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Look at me."

I turned my eyes to Kelly, seeing burning intensity in her look.

"I love how you want her but still respect her. You don't put her in jeopardy but only want to pleasure her. That turns me on so fucking much.

"Mandy hasn't said anything to me, but I can read what's going on between you two. Here's the deal..."

She looked over at Mandy, smiled, and licked her lips. I was still slowly pumping away at her ass. Beads of sweat were beginning to run down her crevassed back. Kelly's hair had gotten wet and was starting to stick to the sides of her face. It gave her a feral look. 

"I love to cum, and I like to get off, a lot. Mandy loves to get off as well, but it's not really built into her current marriage. You keep her happy when she gets horny, make her feel sexy, and keep the husband in the dark, and you can fill me up in what ever hole makes you happy, stud. That work for you?"




Between Friends



"It's a deal."

"Good, because I love her, and I want her to feel happy and feel sexy like a woman should. I get laid anytime, any day. But there's only so much rug munching between friends before she needs some raw masculine force to let her feel completely wanted and desirable."

Reflecting on the statement that they had possibly licked each other and the visual of those two bodies writhing and moaning with faces buried between gorgeous thighs was the catalyst to my quickly approaching release.

She continued turning her face away as she closed her eyes, "Now, I want you to imagine Mandy bent over this couch, taking your hard cock up her ass. Imagine you're pounding into her hips. Imagine that's her sweet pussy juice all over your cock and balls. Imagine her tits filling up your hands, her nipples that you're twisting and pulling. 

"Pull my hair...pull my hair like a bitch in heat. Fuck me dirty. Fuck me deep up my ass. I want to be shitting your jizz for a week. Make my asshole hurt. I want to remember you when I sit down. Fuck me like a whore. Fuck this whore for Mandy. Show her how much you want her."

I was beyond control. My orgasm was a runaway train that I was not the conductor of. My slow strokes at the beginning had escalated to furious thrusts that shook Kelly and caused waves to roll across her toned ass. The mucles in her cheeks shook and jiggled with each slap of my hips. Before they tightened up to blow, my balls were tapping Kelly's soggy swollen lips. Her fingers were a blur as they worked her clit side to side. 

Opening my eyes, I saw that Mandy had moved over to our end of the loveseat and had a mouthful of Kelly's tit while her eyes were fixed on watching me violate Kelly's backside. I saw her nod her head downwards after meeting my eyes. I looked down between her legs to see that she had spread her labia with her fingers while pulling back her clitoral hood. She had a wonderful groomed set of pubes that formed a neat strip that stopped at the edge of her C section scar. She had one foot on the floor while the other was resting on the seat of the couch. Her knees were spread as far as she could manuever them. She could not have opened up her gorgeous rouge swollen honeypot any further. Looking back at her eyes, I saw her throw me a wink as she ran her tongue around Kelly's quivering nipple. As she bit it gently between her teeth, the corner of her lips turned up in a mischievous smile.

Kelly came in a series of loud repeated, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as her sphincter clamped down on my cock. I then began spurted my seed into her bowels in a similar set of grunts.

"Oh shit!" she gasped.

"Aw fuck!" I replied.

I stumbled over and collapsed onto the other end of the loveseat. Kelly straddled Mandy and they began making out. Kelly was finally sated.

I heard giggles and looked up.

"Stop it, bitch," Kelly mumbled. She was shoving Mandy's hand away from playing with her abused crotch. They were exchanging saliva with grappling tongues as they mauled each other's flushed tits.

Winding down, they sat together - Kelly on Mandy's lap - with Mandy resting her face against Kelly's breast and her hand stroking her thigh. They were both looking at me with smiles on their faces.

Kelly spoke up, pulling her damp locks up into a ponytail with a Scrunchie.

"We're having a Girl's Night at my house with all the kids staying the night at Mandy's. We don't watch The Notebook and have a good cry, just to let you know. I plan on fucking the taste out of Mandy's mouth with my strap-on and she's gonna return the favor afterwards."

"Kelly!", Mandy gasped. "Jesus, girl!"

"Shutup." she retorted. "I know your cunt clenched over that. Anyways, we'd love to have you come over after dark when we've gotten started and add another willing cock to the party. We should be good and loose from the wine by then. You up for it?"

I looked down at my cock, coated in residue, picked up the end, and let it drop down to my thigh. A drop of semen landed on my knee.

"Sure, I should be ready by then."

The end of chapter one.