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Finally, she threw together a small overnight bag of essentials and a change of clothes for the drive home, just in case.

Now, as she approached Chloe and Lance's house, she wondered about the reception she would receive. If Chloe was cold and distant, that would tell her all she needed to know. She hadn't spoken to her all week so she had no idea what to expect.

She parked the car, not bothering to lock it out here, and walked to the door. She hesitated, her finger hovering over the bell. Just as she decided to push it, the door opened and Chloe stood there in a low cut green pencil dress with small straps and stilettos. Dressed to kill, Terry thought, that has to be a good sign. She said, "Looking fabulous Daphne."

"Velma," Chloe said, playing along while taking in Terry's new look, "you look fantastic!" She grabbed Terry's hand, pulling her into the house and a tight hug, "Lance is in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a lasagna. We'll have some wine while he works and you can tell me about all this." She circled her hand in the air in front of Terry's ensemble.

But Terry was unsure about her previous optimism, Well hell, yes or no? Are we on, or is this just a well dressed let down?

She followed her into the kitchen, seeing no pantie lines on Chloe's ass and the back was cut lower than the front making a bra impossible. Lance was working behind the counter, wearing an apron over a t-shirt. She couldn't see what he was wearing for pants - If any - and decided it really didn't matter. Chloe pulled out a tall barstool with a low back support for her and indicated that she should sit. Then she went to get wine and glasses. Terry leaned forward on the counter and said, "That smells wonderful." What she really wanted was to get a look at his lower body. Bare legs were visible below the apron. So, nothing, she mused, or shorts. Could go either way.

Lance had just finished the first layer of lasagna and was starting the second, "The secret is the Bolognese sauce. It can make or break a lasagna if you get it wrong." He looked up for the first time and saw her, "Wow."

Terry got off the stool and did a little pirouette, "You like?"

"Oh, yeah," Lance said with a growl in his voice, "me like."

"Me like, too," Chloe said, returning with the wine and glasses. She poured two glasses - Lance already had something brown and bubbly on the counter next to him, "With lasagna, I thought red would be appropriate." She took a step and stood back to survey what she saw, "I get that full on Daphne may be a step too far for you, given your sensibilities, but wow! Velma no more!" She stepped close and traced a silver thread from Terry's collarbone down over the center of her left breast to the waistband of her skirt. "It sparkles. But, can I do one thing? You have to stand up."

Terry had been a little surprised by the finger on her tit, the nipple of which had hardened instantly, but because of it she thought her chances were improving. But what was next? She stood, uncertain of what to expect.

Chloe stepped in close - so close that their breasts nearly touched - and grabbed Terry's shirt at the waist and pulled it free of her skirt. She used her hands, lingering perhaps a bit longer than absolutely necessary, to smooth the tails over Terry's ass and lower belly. "That's better, but not quite it." She thought a moment then snapped her fingers. Terry had left the top two buttons undone. Chloe added a third and undid the bottom one. That left only four buttons holding her top together. "That's it!" She spun Terry around, "What do you think Lance?"

Terry felt totally exposed under Lance's intense appraisal, but not in a bad way. Unlike she would have before last Saturday.

"That's perfect," Lance finally said. "The top swell of her breast is just visible, making you wish you could see the rest. And having the shirt untucked and a button undone down there suggests that she might be ready for action without being too obvious." He looked Terry in the eyes and said, "Very. Sexy."

"Would another undone be better," Chloe asked, "or too much."

"Too much, I think," Terry said, climbing back onto the stool. She didn't catch the small smiles that Chloe and Lance exchanged.

Chloe climbed onto the stool to her left and gave Lance a small nod which, again, Terry did not see.

Lance put the finishing touches on the lasagna and turned to put it in the oven. Damn! Shorts! Terry thought. "Dinner in an hour," he said, setting a timer.

Three things happened next in rapid succession causing Terry to exclaim, "Wait! What?! Oh!"

At the beginning, Chloe had pulled the stool for her to sit on a specific distance from the counter, which she and Lance had determined would be necessary for her left knee to clear. First, as Lance put the lasagna in the oven and headed to the far end of the counter, Chloe spun Terry's stool to the right, her left foot staying in place while her right foot swung free, naturally spreading her legs, then reached around and grabbed her legs behind the knees, pulling them up and back, "Wait!" Lance rounded the end of the counter, untying the apron and flinging it over his shoulder onto his back, exposing his very large, very hard, very ready cock sticking out the unzipped fly of his shorts, "What?!" "Oh!" wasn't a word so much as a groan when Lance, without preamble, buried his sword deep into Terry's sheath.

"God, you're tight," he said to Terry before he started slowly moving his hips. His hands replaced Chloe's behind her knees, spreading her legs even further apart.

Terry clenched the front of his t-shirt over his chest, "Fuck you're big!"

To Chloe, Lance said, "No panties."

"I could tell when I untucked her shirt," Chloe said, "She could have been wearing a thong though." She kissed Terry's ear, "I'm glad you didn't."

Terry's hands were up, holding awkwardly onto Chloe's upper arms as she watched Lance's cock move in and out of her, getting shiny with her cunt juice. "It was a last minute thing. God, how do you take all of him?"

"It can be tough at first," Chloe said, "but then things relax and open up. Kinda like sucking his cock, which I've been practicing, by the way."

Then Lance noticed a worried look on Terry's face. He stopped thrusting and said, "Are you okay? Am I hurting you? You said you loved to be 'taken', so..."

"No, no, no!," Terry said, "I do love it! Don't stop! Please fuck me! I feel like I'm opening up, like she said. It's feeling sooo good!" She pointed at Chloe's fingers working at the buttons on her shirt, "I'm just wondering about what's going on here?"

Chloe's fingers didn't stop and she said, "I'm just helping. Last week you said that you were as likely to leave your shirt on when having sex as not. That's not going to happen tonight. We want to see every inch of your gorgeous naked body - Oh sweetheart, how thoughtful." Terry's shirt was completely unbuttoned and Chloe's finger was hooked under her bra, between the cups. To Lance she said, "A front clasp." With practiced fingers she undid the clasp, then had Terry lean forward a little so she could remove the bra and shirt as a unit. She put them on the counter and then reached around to cup Chloe's tits, pulling her back against her own chest and gently kissing Terry's neck. "Keep fucking her baby, I want to feel her body squirm under my hands."

"God yes!" Terry agreed, "Please fuck me! Harder please."

Lance picked up his pace, burying himself balls deep with every stroke.

Chloe kissed Terry's shoulder while her hands played with Terry's tits. "Here's the thing," she said, "tonight's going to be a little different than last week. Lance is going to fuck you, and only you, until he cums - by the way, is it okay if he cums inside you?

Terry's mouth was hanging open and she was breathing hard. It took her a moment to even realize that she'd been asked a question. "Um, yeah, he can cum inside me. But, you know I like the taste of cum, so my mouth is good too. Maybe better. Oh, shit! That feels so good! I might cum all over your husband's dick, is that okay?"

Chloe laughed, "Oh, please do. I'd love to see that. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, he's fucking you until he cums. But instead of just watching, like we cruelly had you do last week, I'm going to participate a little."

That got Terry's attention, "What does that mean?"

Terry gasped and her eyes went wide when Chloe slid a hand down past her bunched up skirt and strummed her clit. "It means," Chloe said, "that we want you to know that this is an absolutely safe space. No one will ever know what happens here tonight. I might be talked into trying anal later, or maybe not, and no one but you will ever know one way or the other unless you tell someone. If there's anything that you've wanted to do, or try, or thought might be fun but you didn't have the courage, you can try tonight with no judgement. For instance, yours is the only other clit I've ever played with. I hope you don't think less of me."

Terry's hips were starting to rock and her breathing was getting ragged, "Yours was mine too. Don't fucking stop!"

"And last week you said that swapping Lance's sperm with me was your first, full-on, lesbian kiss." She laughed, "Oh baby, lesbians wouldn't have any interest in Lance's sperm. This is a full-on lesbian kiss." She stood to get a better angle and covered Terry's mouth with her own, while still playing with Terry's clit. Her other hand cradled Terry's head as she smooched and mashed and ran her tongue around the inside of Terry's mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. Terry's hands held the sides of Chloe's face as she returned the kiss, timidly at first, but with growing passion as she, one, realized that she was kind of liking it and, two, that she was moaning in her friend's mouth because she was about to cum.

Chloe was excited that Terry was responding like she was. Terry's body began to shake and the moans that she felt in her lips had a "Oh, oh, oh OH!" quality to them. They maintained the kiss as Terry's arms encircled Chloe as her hips started to buck, pulling her friend in tight, holding on for dear life as waves of pleasure washed over her. Chloe's assault on Terry's clit never let up, her fingertips brushing her husband's cock as it pounded her best friend's cunt, and Terry squealed into her mouth at the peak of her orgasm. Terry tried to squeeze her legs closed, But Lance and his unbelievable cock were in the way, And that set off another wave of bliss.

Chloe never let up on the clit or the kiss, even after the shudders began to subside. She wanted her friend to be spent by the time she was done. And then she felt the zipper on the back of her dress release and the top of her dress became loose. The straps were brushed aside and suddenly her tits were free. And a moment later Terry ended the kiss, trading Chloe's lips for one of her nipples. And now Chloe groaned. She groaned again when a hand slid up her thigh and a finger slipped inside her pussy.

Lance hadn't stopped pumping Terry's cunt the whole time she was cumming, but slowed now, "Is she fingering you?"

Chloe, who had her eyes closed and a smile on her face while her hand pressed Terry's lips against her breast could only manage, "Oh yeah."

"Well she should stop," he said. "It was all I could do to keep from cumming while you two were kissing. I don't know how much of her fingering you I can take!"

Terry let go of Chloe's tit and cunt laughing, "Well we wouldn't want that yet, I'm about to fall off this stool anyway, so back up and get out of those ridiculous shorts." To Chloe she admitted, "I love cock, but I've wanted to do that with you since high school."

"Me too," Chloe said, kissing her more gently this time. "You cum good."

"Shirt too," she said to Lance as she slid off the stool onto her knees in front of him. Stroking him with a hand, she looked at Chloe and said, "That dress has to go too." While that was happening, she turned back to Lance and took his head in her mouth. She was about to suck him down, and she would have been able to suck him down, when she thought better of it. She turned to the now naked Chloe and said, "Wanna taste me?"

Chloe smiled and said, "Hell, yeah," before joining Terry on her knees. "So, since high school?"

Terry felt her face flush as she watched her friend slide her lips back and forth the length of Lance's cock on her side. "Like I said, I'm very straight, but you've always been very beautiful. I would have never done anything about it, but like you said this is a safe space, right?"

"Yes," Chloe said, "absolutely. You taste wonderful by the way." To emphasize her point she took the head of Lance's cock into her mouth and slid her lips halfway down his length. Lance moaned as he entered her throat.

"Good job on your first try," Terry praised. "You're really yummy too, as I found out last week. I tasted you on Lance's cock. I'm just gonna say, don't be surprised if I taste you more directly at some point tonight." She pulled Lance's cock out of her friend's mouth and took a couple trips on his length for herself before returning it to Chloe's mouth. "If we're going to do this some more tonight, I mean."

Chloe was too busy sucking her husband's cock to answer so Terry started looking around and her eyes fell on the couch. "Hey," she said, standing up to walk over to the couch. She bent at the waist, putting her hands on the armrest and thrusting her ass out, "Didn't you say something about bending me over this couch?"

Lance smiled broadly and Chloe released him, also smiling as she leaned back on her extended arms, tucking one leg under the other bent one to watch. "Just so you know," he said as he approached her, "I've been thinking about this since last Saturday. I'm so turned on right now, that I'm not going to last very long. Fair warning." He took a moment to appreciate the ass being offered to him. He put his hands on her hips and moved them over the smooth skin before spreading her cheeks. He moved in and raised up a little, allowing his massive cock to rest in the valley of her ass crack. He hesitated a moment, placing two fingers in the middle of Terry's back, pushing gently, while using a foot to spread hers a bit wider. "In my mind, you're always bent in half by the armrest, which points your pussy up at me and your feet are wider to allow easy access..."

"'In your mind,'" Chloe said archly, looking up at him from the floor. "So you've been fantasizing about fucking her?!"

Lance frowned in thought as he slowly moved his cock back and forth in Terry's crack. "'Fantasizing' is a bit strong," he said. "More like that thing where you get a song stuck in your head and you can't get rid of it?"

"An earworm?" Chloe suggested, now kneeling next to them both.

"An earworm, exactly," Lance agreed.

Terry turned her head on the seat cushion where she'd been waiting patiently, "And how do you get rid of an earworm?---OHH, YESSS!"

Lance had lined the head of his cock with her hole and plunged in, "By listening to the song again, of course. At least, that's always worked for me."

Terry gripped the cushion as he grabbed her hips and pounded her at full speed, as if they were in race to get to the orgasmic finish line first. Not really much of a race though, Terry realized, pinned and unable to move as she was. In fact, all she was really able to do in this position was surrender to Lance's wonderful prick, an act she normally bristled against. She had told Lance and Chloe that she loved being "taken", and that was true. After the initial surprise from her partner, though, she usually insisted on being an equal and active participant. This was closer to being "used" but, somehow, she found it undeniably erotic. She felt an urgency building like never before. She felt parts of her body opening up that never had before. She knew, for instance, that if Lance decided to pull out of her cunt and spear her virgin ass, he would slip in there like it was meant to be. She bit her lip so she wouldn't tell him to do that by mistake. All in all, which of them would cum first was going to come down to a coin flip.

As it turned out, Terry won the race thanks to a fully opposable digit. That digit being Lance's thumb which he inserted into her asshole all the way to the second knuckle as he continued to fuck her. Why he did it, she couldn't say - something that her body was doing must have somehow told him to do something that she had never allowed - but the effect was that her body totally lost its mind. She felt her pussy grip his cock and a flood of her juice run down the insides of her thighs which squeezed together. Her hands dug into the cushions of the sofa as the waves of pleasure crashed through her spasming body. The sounds coming out of her mouth formed no coherent words. They were best described as animalistic in nature, actually coming out as a howl. Her hips rocked back and forth on his swelling cock in time to his thrusts. She shouldn't have been able to do it, given her position, if she indeed still had a conscious mind at her disposal. Her body was on autopilot, though, and instinctively knew what it needed to do to pull Lance's seed from his straining balls.

And it was working. Lance's breathing became ragged and he moaned, "I'm gonna cum. You ready baby?"

"Oh, yeah," Terry managed. In her altered mental state, she didn't hear Chloe say the same thing. "Fill me up!"

"Yeah," Chloe said, pulling Lance's cock out of Terry's gaping cunt, "fill me up." She covered his angry, pulsing head of his cock with her lips and sucked.

"Hey," Terry cried out, reaching back to her now vacant pussy. She heard Lance grunting but didn't feel him spraying her cervix. She sank off of the arm of the sofa to her knees on the floor and turned to see Chloe milking Lance's throbbing dick with her mouth. "I'm all over that!" Terry said, echoing her friend's words from the week before with a smile. Chloe kept working her mouth on his cock, slid her eyes over to her friend and shrugged. "You know, I shoved him back inside you after a couple of shots. You're just going to take it all?"

Chloe released Lance from her mouth, but kept stroking him with her left hand as her right hooked the nape of Terry's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Terry felt a familiar flavor fill her mouth as Chloe passed Lance's cum to her. She passed it back only to receive it again, but a little less each time until it was finally gone. At some point, something warm and gooey splashed on Terry's cheek. She used a finger to scoop it into her mouth so she could share it with Chloe. Her hand cupped Chloe's tit as they continued to kiss. She felt Chloe's fingers slide down over her belly and begin massaging her clit. And then the timer went off.

"Well, fuck," Lance said. He was standing over the two women, his dwindling erection falling between his legs. Terry reached up and covered his softening head with her lips, drawing out the last of his milk. "Dinner's ready."

"I'm not going home tonight, am I," Terry asked.

Chloe placed a hand on Terry's thigh and looked her dead in the eye, "Oh honey, we have such plans for you."

"In that case," Terry said, climbing to her feet, "I have a bag out in my car. I'll be right back." She looked down at her naked body, her hand rising to her lips in mock surprise, "And look, I'm still wearing my shoes."

"And nothing else," Chloe laughed. She stood, "I'll come with you since I seem to be wearing my shoes as well."

Terry detoured to her purse to get her keys. They went out the front door while Lance was dishing up. At her car she said, "That was really fun," she leaned to Chloe for a kiss, "thank you." Chloe leaned into the kiss in return and Terry let her hand slide down Chloe's rib cage to her hip and then across her pubic region to find her clit.

"We're going to miss dinner," Chloe moaned, gripping Terry tightly against her body, hooking her chin on Terry's shoulder for support. She thrust her mound against Terry's hand in rhythm with the probing fingers.

"I don't know," Terry said, noting the twitches she was already feeling in her friend's body, "especially if I do this." She pushed Chloe against the fender of her car. Chloe fell back across the hood, her legs splaying in an useless effort to maintain her balance. Terry pushed her legs apart and leaned over and kissed that spot dangerously close to Chloe's pussy but not Chloe's pussy. Embarrassed by her own cowardice, Terry laughed, "Sorry. Never done this before." She slipped a middle finger into Chloe's fuck hole, "That should improve my aim." This time when she bent at the waist, her lips locked firmly onto Chloe's clit.

Chloe yelped in surprise. Reflexively, her hips jerked, pressing her pussy harder against Terry's mouth. The action sent another electric shock through all the nerves gathered there. Terry sucked and moved her finger, added another. Chloe jerked again and suddenly her hips were bucking. Her hands struggled to find a grip on the smooth surface of the hood so Terry grabbed her hips to hold her in place while she enjoyed the taste of Chloe's cum.

"I told you not to be surprised," Terry said when the spasms subsided. She grabbed her fob from the tray where the windshield wipers were stored below the windshield. She unlocked the car, grabbed her bag from her back seat and brightly walked past her recovering friend toward the house, throwing over her shoulder, "You coming?"

Chloe pushed herself off the hood of the car and stumbled after her, saying weakly, "Already did. Damn."

Back in the house, Lance said, "I was about to come look for you two. Dinner's getting cold."

"I was just thanking Chloe for this evening," Terry said lightly, dropping her backpack by the entrance to the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

"I would've liked to have seen that," he said, noting the flush on Chloe's face and upper chest.

Chloe smiled and kissed him, "Perhaps you will later." She crossed her arms and watched Terry choosing a spot to sit, "What have we unleashed?"

They ate dinner naked, there being no real reason to dress for the occasion. They ate in silence for a time, enjoying the lasagna.

"This is really good," Terry finally said, "but I'm getting full." Changing the subject, Terry took a sip of wine and said, "So spill. When did you two decide that this was going to happen?"

Lance and Chloe exchanged a look and Chloe shrugged.

"You remember when you left last week," Lance said, "and I was starting to get hard again?"

"Sure," Terry said. "I was disappointed. I really wanted a good fucking and I was leaving."

"So I closed the door," Lance continued, "and turned to Chloe, 'Are we going to do this?'"

"And I said, 'Yeah, I think so,'" Chloe picked up. "His dick got harder when I said that so I said, 'You clearly want to.'"

"I couldn't deny it," Lance admitted. "'Not gonna lie,' I said, 'she would be fun.'

"We were walking back to the kitchen area and she hoisted herself up onto the stool that you were on tonight. Chloe reached out and began stroking my dick without really thinking about it, I think. More like it was just something to do with her hands while we talked. It sort of focused my attention though."

Chloe swallowed a bite of food and took over, "It's true. I really wasn't thinking about what my hand was doing. My mind was busy working on the puzzle. I remember saying, 'She said that she likes to be "taken", but before that happens everything needs to appear normal.' Suddenly, Lance spun the stool, lifted my legs and buried his cock inside me."

"I remember looking down at myself," Lance continued, "buried in my wife and said, 'Oh. This could work.'"

"And just like that," Chloe said with a snap of her fingers, "the whole scenario played like a movie in my mind while Lance fucked me again. After that, it was just logistics. Where I would be, where Lance would be, what he would be doing, what to do if you were wearing panties, that kind of thing. In my mind, you were dressed sexier though. I was thinking you'd be in a mini skirt and maybe a low cut tank top. When you showed up I thought you'd changed your mind."

"I didn't know what your decision was going to be," Terry said, a little defensively. She pointed toward the front of the house, "I sat out there in my car for ten minutes, hoping you'd open the door and call me back in. I agonized all week over what you were going to say. I figured that if the answer was 'no', no one would ever know that I was ready for it."

Chloe reached out a reassuring hand, "Oh honey, you were perfect. What I was thinking would have been out of character for you. You looked kind of like the 'you' from last week, but with more attention to 'style'. It's a fantastic look. What I was thinking of would have looked...slutty? Which is fine, if that's the look you're going for, but really isn't your style.

"Getting back to the story," Chloe continued. "Thinking about this evening, while Lance fucked me and played with my clit, set me off. The orgasm was intense and uncontrollable. I nearly fell off the stool but my knight saved me."

Terry snorted, "Your knight! Because of the lance thing! I get it."

"I really just grabbed your hips so you couldn't go anywhere," Lance said. "But then it occurred to me that if that happened with you, it could ruin the evening."

"And that's how I ended up being behind you," Chloe confirmed. "To support you when you came. I mean, the stool has a back, but it's kinda useless."

"I'm glad you were," Terry said. "What about the rest of it? The 'active participation' part?"

Chloe blushed, "Um, well...you sucked Lance's dick when it was covered with my juice and you played with my clit while we were swapping his cum. I could taste me on your lips while we did that, by the way, and, while I'd never considered doing anything like that with another woman, it felt good and I realized that I didn't hate it. In fact, I sort of liked it, and it made me wonder.

"But then I thought about what Lance would think so I said, 'What about if I played with Terry a little?'

"He froze, staring at me and I felt him get harder inside me. 'Are we talking about a full on threesome?'

"'I don't know,' I said, 'maybe. We'd have to see if she is open to it.' Lance held me tighter, gave me two massive thrusts and exploded inside my cunt. I laughed, 'I guess you'd be okay with that. Who knew?'"

"I wasn't sure either," Terry said. "I'd thought about what I'd done with you all week. How I felt about it, how you felt about it, that kind of thing. I didn't call to talk about it 'cause I was hoping you'd call me. I kind of fantasized about what a three way between us would even look like. By the way, thanks for making me suffer all week. My favorite toy will never be the same."

Chloe had an elbow on the table, her chin cradled in its hand as Terry spoke, "Anticipation might be the most powerful aphrodisiac there is."

"I can confirm that it is," Terry said, pushing herself back from the table and picking up her plate. She took hers and Chloe's, who was also done, to the kitchen. "It was so bad that I almost had to stop on the way over here to rub one out!"

"Well, I'm glad you didn't," Lance said as he came up behind her, pressing against her back as he reached around to place his plate on the counter. Terry could feel his firming cock between her thighs. "You were sooo wet when I put it in you that first time."

Terry wiggled her ass against him, "I'm getting there again."

"Just leave the dishes for now," Chloe said, taking her hand and leading her toward the hallway, "I have a favor to repay."

Lance followed them to the master bedroom and watched his wife kiss another woman at the foot of their bed. There was a chair by the closet, so he sat in it to watch. He stroked himself as Chloe kissed the point of Terry's jaw below her ear and then followed her pulsing artery down to her shoulder and chest. Lance's dick got harder when his wife's lips closed around Terry's nipple and sucked. Terry's mouth opened and her head fell back, her hands pulling Chloe against her bosom. A sound came out of that open mouth when Chloe inserted two fingers into Terry's pussy. Lance watched, all the while stroking his now rigid member.

Chloe turned Terry's back to the bed and gave her a playful push, "That should be warmer than the hood of your car."

Terry smiled, hitching herself up to the middle of the bed and spreading her legs, "It is, thank you."

"My pleasure," Chloe said, crawling between her legs and using a thumb to play with Terry's clit. She contemplated the tableau before her, uncertain of what to do next. "I've never...I'm not sure...."

Terry was getting plenty of pleasure just from Chloe's thumb. She lifted her head, "I just went for it, you know, after that first little misfire. But whatever you want to do is fine. You can just finger me, if you like. Do whatever you do to yourself when you're masturbating."

Chloe thought that that was a good place to start and so she put two fingers inside her friend while her thumb continued to strum Terry's clit. Terry's head fell back and she moaned her approval. After several minutes, Chloe could sense that Terry was approaching release. She leaned forward and carefully kissed and licked Terry's mound. Terry was in the middle of the bed and Chloe was kneeling between her legs, concentrating on giving her friend all the pleasure she could. This placed her spread knees near the edge of the bed, her feet hanging over. Because of this, she had absolutely no clue that Lance had moved up behind her until he grabbed her hips and guided his massive shaft into her dripping pussy.

She cried out in surprise and Terry lifted her head again to see the expression of pure lust fixed on Chloe's face as Lance began to thrust into his wife's cunt. Her mouth was open in a soundless moan, her eyes were closed tightly, her hands pressed Terry's thighs apart, fingers spread wide. Then Chloe's eyes opened and locked onto Terry's. The lust in her eyes wasn't just for the cock plowing her pussy, Terry could see, but for her as well. She had never had a woman look at her the way Chloe was at that moment and she found it incredibly erotic. Then Chloe's eyes fell to the pussy in front of her and her mouth followed, her tongue sliding up Terry's slit and her lips closing around Terry's swollen nub. Terry's back arched at the sudden stimulation, her hands digging into the bedspread, and she cried out as she felt her juices begin to flow onto her friend's chin. Chloe's tongue alternated between flicking Terry's clit and lapping up the juice her orgasm was producing.

Lance pounded her from behind with increasing urgency as he watched his wife eat pussy for the first time. He had hoped that having cum recently, that he would last longer than this, but watching his wife make another woman cum was too much. He just wanted to make his wife cum before he shot his wad. He tried not looking at what his wife was doing and at Terry instead. The expression of ecstasy written on her face by his wife's actions did nothing to help his situation. He tried slowing his pace, then speeding up, nothing seemed to help. He tried ignoring the agony building in his cock as the pressure built in his balls and couldn't. And then, goddamnit, Chloe started to moan, which was a good thing, and fuck him back, which wasn't. Chloe's head rested on Terry's mound, concentrating now on the sensations emanating from her pussy, her hips rocking back and forth on his shaft in perfect synchronization with his thrusts. Terry stroked her hair, watching the desperation build on Lance's face.

Oh, thank God! Lance thought as he felt Chloe's cunt tighten around him and she cried out, hanging onto Terry for dear life as her body jerked in response to her husband's cock. Two strokes after her release, Lance emptied his balls into her, pulling her ass against him as he came, buried as deep as possible in his wife's welcoming cunt.

"Well that was close," Terry said with a wry grin, "you wanted her to cum before you did, right?"

All Lance could do was grunt and nod.

"Almost didn't make it," Terry said, "but that was fucking hot!"

Lance laid down on the bed on his back, breathing hard, arm thrown across his eyes. Chloe joined him, her fingers massaging her still stimulated clit. Terry leaned across her and took Lance's softening cock into her mouth, hoping to extract the last of his orgasm from its tip. Lance groaned and she got some, but not enough. Then she noticed the cream seeping from Chloe's pussy while she played with it.

She adjusted herself, spread Chloe's legs - "What are you...OHHH-OH NO!" Her back arched as Terry didn't hesitate to go after her prize. Chloe writhed in ecstasy as Terry's tongue lapped every drop that presented itself out of the cumming pussy beneath her.

After she'd gotten all she could, Terry climbed up the bed to the pillows and laid down with her friends. The lights went off and, at some point, they all fell asleep.

Lance became semi conscious in the middle of the night, aware that he was once again hard and that the tip of his cock was at the entrance of someplace warm and wet. Never really waking up, he put a hand on that hip and pushed forward, easily slipping into his wife's pussy, who moaned in her sleep. He moved his hips back and forth in an easy rhythm, slowly fucking Chloe, not wanting to wake her up. Maybe he'd even be able to cum inside her and she'd wake up in the morning wondering why she had cum dripping out of her.

And then the light went on and Chloe cleared her throat, "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

Fully awake now, Lance looked back over his shoulder at Chloe's accusing eyes. Then his eyes shot back to the front to see the back of Terry's head who turned and said softly, "Hi."

"Why are you fucking her?!"

Lance was confused and caught totally off guard. He looked back at his wife's fiery eyes and said weakly, "I thought she was you."

Chloe's eyes flashed and her voice rose, "You thought she was me?! Okay, so why are you still fucking her?! You can't tell one pussy from another?!"

"Look," Lance said, pulling out of Terry who moaned her disappointment, "when I went to sleep you were on my left and Terry was on the far side of you. I sort of woke up and I was hard and it was pitch black. When did you move?"

Chloe's anger deflated a little, "I had to pee. When I came back, you had moved so I tucked in next to you." She lifted her chin at Terry, "What's your excuse?"

Terry rolled onto her back and looked defiantly into her friend's eyes, "Do I need one? He's your husband. You get him all the time. I thought tonight was a - I don't know - some sort of a 'free fuck zone' or something. Besides," she turned away and shrugged, "compared to the way we were going at it earlier, he was being tender and gentle. It felt really good. And he couldn't be cheating on you because he thought I was you."

Terry didn't see it because she was facing the other way, but Chloe's expression softened completely. "You're right. He is my husband and I do get him all the time. I'm not jealous. I just woke up and was surprised. I reacted badly and I am truly sorry for that.

"And, you're also right about this being a 'free fuck zone' tonight - and possibly other nights to come, 'cause this has been really fun - but with limitations." Chloe closed her eyes for a moment before continuing, as if collecting her thoughts. "We need to have some rules. For instance, you don't get to fuck him without me being aware. You two don't get to sneak off for a secret tryst because of tonight."

"Fair," Terry agreed, rolling over and propping herself up on her elbows. "However, you should also be aware that if we're involved in a night like tonight and I'm, say, naked doing dishes while you're, say, in the bathroom, you might come back to find me with a knee up on the counter and your husband taking me from behind. I'm just saying that you should be aware that sex between him and I can happen at any point on a night like this, whether you're in the room or not."

"Also fair," Chloe admitted, "but never outside of this situation."

Terry held out the little finger of her right hand for a pinkie-swear. When Chloe hooked hers around it, Terry said, "Never."

"As for you," Chloe said to her husband, who had been like a soldier, keeping his head down during an exchange of gunfire, "try to figure out whose hole you're slipping into before you do it, okay?" Lance nodded silently and held his hands up as if to say, "My bad." She looked down at his cock, "Does the thrill of getting caught actually make you harder? Now that I think about it, that's what happened on that balcony in Martha's Vineyard." She reached over to roll Terry back onto her side. She slid a hand under Terry's knee and lifted it, giving Lance better access. "Nice and gentle," Chloe said, "but fuck her like you mean it. You get to try to figure out exactly what that means."

What the hell does that mean, Lance wondered. For him, "fuck like you mean it" was just another way of saying "fuck as hard as you can". It was a full throttle race to orgasmic bliss. But both Chloe and Terry had used the word "gentle". Terry had added the word "tender" and Chloe had used "nice." He was working the puzzle in his mind even as he slowly guided his blue steel into Terry's soaking pussy. She quietly moaned in appreciation as he filled her up. He gave her every inch and then, just as slowly, he retreated until only his tip was inside her. Then, as surely as a metronome, he slowly fed his cock to her again. It was a pattern he could maintain without really thinking about it while he continued to work the puzzle. Not that he wasn't paying attention to the woman he was fucking. For instance, he heard her quietly say, almost in a whisper, "That's it, just like that. That feels sooo good." So he knew that she was enjoying what he was doing. But there had to be something more. He looked at Chloe, who was watching them intently, and suddenly he knew what he had to do, but he didn't know if he could. It felt like a betrayal. He stopped moving and addressed his wife, "I don't think I can 'fuck her like I mean it' in this situation, Chloe."

Confused, Chloe asked, "Why not?"

Terry looked at him over her shoulder, "I don't get it either."

"Because to 'gently fuck her like I mean it' isn't to fuck her at all," Lance said. "The only woman I can do that with is you Chloe, because I love you."

"Oh," Terry said, "you're right."

"I still don't understand," Chloe said.

Terry rolled her eyes, "To do that with me requires a real connection, Chloe. He wouldn't be just fucking me anymore..."

And then it hit Chloe, "He'd be 'making love' to you."

"Exactly," Lance said. "It would be just like what we do when we're being -- romantic? -- with each other. It wouldn't be right."

"It'd be like us having one of those secret trysts your worried about, right in front of you," Terry added. Looking at Lance she added, "As nice as that would feel."

"Well, shit," Chloe said, throwing up her hands, "what do we do? I'd hate to see that hard cock go to waste."

Terry pulled off of Lance's dick and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. "What you were doing did feel good but I was half asleep. I'm wide awake now so really fuck me like you mean it until I cum."

Lance positioned himself between her legs and plunged in. He set up a steady rhythm that made Terry's tits bounce every time he bottomed out.

Terry looked over at Chloe who was just watching them and thought, Well, that will never do. She reached out and pulled on a thigh, indicating that she should come closer. When she was next to her, Terry said, "Sit on my face while your husband fucks me."

Chloe smiled and positioned herself above her friend's mouth and lowered herself onto Terry's tongue. Terry grabbed her hips so there was no escape and went to work. Terry's tongue was hitting all the right spots for Chloe. She leaned forward putting her hands on Lance's shoulders for support. She kissed her husband and whispered in his ear, "I can't believe tonight is her first time doing this. She's so fucking good at it."

"Watching her eat your pussy is so fucking hot," Lance said, "I don't know why we didn't do this before."

"Because we weren't ready," Chloe moaned. She put a hand on Lance's chest, "You know, just because you're not 'making love' to her doesn't mean you can't be gentle every once in a while. Slow down a little. Give it to her slow and deep for a bit." Chloe reached down between them, "That way I get to play with her clit too." Terry moaned into Chloe's cunt which made Chloe moan in turn, "Ahhh, fuck yeah. She's really doing a number on my clit. I'm so close." She looked down at Terry over her shoulder, "You hear that baby? You've got me sooo close to cumming. I'm gonna make your face sooo wet."

"She's not far off either," Lance said. "Won't be long before she makes my dick wet."

Terry hummed, "Mm hmm," into Chloe's quivering cunt.

Terry started to make new sounds, muffled by Chloe's body on her face. Her hips began rock on Lance's slow, steady thrusts. Chloe began to move her hips in response to the vibrations that Terry's moans were creating. "Oh God," Chloe whimpered. "She's gonna make me cum. The way you're fucking her, the sounds she's making because of that...I'm gonna...oh God..." her body began to jerk, she placed her hands on Terry's hips and she rested most of her upper body weight on them so she wouldn't crush Terry's head, "I'm cummmmmingggg! AAAAHHhhhhh!" Her weight was on her hands, but there was nothing she could do about her thighs. Those tried to clamp shut but Terry's head was in the way. All she could do was surrender to the pleasure and let her juices flow into her friend's dancing mouth. And then she squealed, "Oh, hey! Don't do that! Oh, shit! Oh, Fuck! AAAAHHHhhhh! AH, FUCKMMMEEeeee!!" She collapsed on top of Terry, her entire body convulsing now.

Her climax set Terry off. She would have screamed out her release, except that Chloe's pussy was covering her mouth. Remarkably, even though Chloe's full weight was pressing down on her body, her legs still had the leverage necessary to lift her ass into the air as she came. Juices flowed around Lance's cock, and down her crack, as he continued to slowly and deeply fuck Terry's gyrating cunt. Finally, both women went limp. Chloe's fingers continued to play with Terry's clit, but Terry was spent, passively accepting Lance's steady thrusts.

Lance pulled out of Terry's pulsating pussy and offered his cock to his wife, "I think Terry is out of it, babe. You want some of this?"

Chloe didn't speak, but took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She rocked her entire body back and forth instead of bobbing her head. Lance moved back a little and Chloe followed. Once she was halfway off Terry's catatonic form, Lance had her turn around and speared her from behind.

"Hey Terry," Chloe said quietly, "you okay?"

Terry didn't open her eyes but said, "Mm hmm. I'm just loving the afterglow."

Chloe laughed softly, "Me too, but now Lance is trying to send me over the edge again. Let me have your pussy." Terry groaned, but managed to reposition her tired pussy in front of Chloe's face.

"You squealed while you were cumming," Lance said, "and then seemed to cum harder. What was that about?"

Chloe paused licking pussy and pushed Terry's legs back, rolling her hips. She raised a hand with just the middle finger extended, "She did this." And then she inserted it to the third knuckle in Terry's exposed asshole. She moved it in and out as she returned to licking Terry's cunt. Terry's legs fell open wider and she made a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan. Her head was moving side to side while her hands played with her nipples.

Lance had stopped moving and he was staring at his wife's asshole, "She played with your ass?"

"Yeah."

"And you liked it?"

"Not at first," Chloe said, moving the finger of her right hand in and out of Terry's ass while her left played with Terry's clit, "but then it was like it piled onto the orgasm I was already having."

"It's still open."

Chloe stopped what she was doing entirely, looking back at him over her shoulder, "It is?"

"You didn't like it at first, but then it was okay. I'm going to try something." He pulled out of her cunt and lined up on her open rosebud. "I'm plenty bwet from your pussy. I'm just going to put the tip in."

"No," Chloe cried. "You're too big! You'll split me in half!"

"Probably not," Terry said. She had lifted her head and was watching them. "The head is the thickest part of his cock. If he can get that in, the shaft should be okay."

Lance pushed a little and about half an inch of his cock pushed past the sphincter. "That's the tip. You okay?"

"So far," Chloe said wearily. She groaned as he pushed further.

"That's half of the head. Still okay?"

"I'm breathing hard," Chloe said. "That's a lot."

Terry crawled over and leaned over Chloe's back, using her hands to spread her asscheeks, letting a large dollop of spit fall onto Lance's cock right where it was entering Chloe's rectum. She spread it around with her fingers, looked up at Lance and gave a small nod.

Lance pushed forward again. He pulled back a little and pushed forward again. Terry watched the head of his cock disappear completely into Chloe's ass. Her ring muscle sealed behind it.

She moved up to Chloe's face. She noted the rapid breathing, almost hyperventilating, and started stroking her friend's back. "Relax baby. The worst of it is over. He's in. You okay, baby?"

"I'm so full," Chloe panted. "How does anybody enjoy this?"

"Supposedly it gets easier and pleasurable," Terry said lamely. Maybe a distraction. To Lance she said, "Go slow," and then kissed Chloe deeply. She stretched out next to her so that she could maintain the kiss while, at the same time, she could also play with Chloe's vacant pussy. Chloe returned the kiss with desperation. like it was a lifeline back to sanity. Terry dipped her fingers into Chloe's pussy and used the juice to lubricate Lance's shaft. Terry smiled and said to her, "Baby, it might be uncomfortable, but it's really turning you on. Your pussy is sooo wet." She kissed her again, "His cock is halfway inside you now."

"I know," Chloe said. "And you're right, it is getting easier." Then she laughed, "You should try it. You'd probably love it."

Terry laughed back, "That monster up my ass?! Are you insane?"

Chloe started laughing some more. Suddenly something relaxed and, just like that, Lance was balls deep. "I'm all the way in," he said. "Christ babe, you're fucking tight! I don't know how long I'll last."

"Enjoy it while you can," Chloe said, "'cause I don't know if you'll ever have the chance again. Don't move." She pulled forward, then pushed back again. "That feels really different. But not terrible. I can't believe you even got in there." She kissed Terry again, "Thanks for your help."

"I have an idea," Terry said. She crawled under Chloe so that they were in a classic sixty-nine position, or would have been except for Lance's dick. "Okay, Lance is going to --" she moved her head so she could look into Lance's eyes "-- gently fuck your ass. Until he cums in it. If you need to, eat me out."

"I don't need to," Chloe said, dipping a finger into Terry's honeypot, "but I'm going to anyway."

The two women had both cum not that long in the past so they concentrated on pulling all of that juice out of each other's cunts while Lance slowly plumbed Chloe's depths. Terry played with Chloe's tits while she lapped up the juice coming out of her pussy. Chloe had her tongue stuck out and was shaking her head, using just the tip to strum Terry's clit. Chloe was beginning to moan and Terry thought that they weren't of discomfort but actual pleasure.

"Are those happy sounds I'm hearing baby?" Lance asked. "This feels sooo good, from my side. I'm so fucking hard, can you feel how hard I am? I love you so much for this! Your ass is so fucking hot! I'm getting close to cumming in it and I can't fucking wait!"

"I can't fucking wait either," Chloe said.

"Are you okay though," Lance said, "can I fuck you a little harder? I just need a little more."

"Oh baby," Chloe said while still playing with Terry's pussy, "I'm just giving you shit. It's really not as bad as I thought it would be. I don't know if I want to do it every day, but maybe on your birthday or Christmas. So, fuck me like you mean it!"

Lance started pounding her ass. He said, "Terry, you are very beautiful, even if you don't believe it, and I'm very fond of you, but I am so fucking in love with Chloe right now I can't even begin to describe it! I'm so close right now. Please -- oh shit! -- make her cum for me! I want to feel her squeeze my cock with her ass!"

"Cum for me baby," Terry urged, feverishly pounding Chloe's pussy with two fingers and sucking on her clit.

Two of them urging her on seemed to push Chloe over the edge. She planted her mouth on Terry's cunt, squealing into it. Terry saw her pussy pulse and cum started pouring out.

"Oh my god!" Lance exclaimed, "She's cumming! I can feel it! Her ass is milking me. Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm cumming! Oh Fuck! I'm cumming! AAAHhhh!"

His body jerked. He thrust as deep as he could and emptied himself into his wife's ass. When he thought he was done his body jerked again and he felt another geyser erupt from his cock. All he could do was keep fucking her until finally he felt the flow begin to subside. But his cock wasn't softening. He kept swinging his hips. Out of nowhere, he erupted again, coating Chloe's bowels with another shot of cum. Finally, with each stroke, his cock started to soften and bend until he eventually fell out of Chloe's gaping asshole. He wondered how long it would take for that to close back up. His cum started to seep out of the opening. He pulled his wife off of Terry and rolled her onto her back. He climbed between her legs and kissed her passionately. He cupped her face and tenderly ran his fingers through her hair.

"My God," Chloe said quietly with a small chuckle, "you wouldn't stop cumming! I thought it was going to come out of my mouth!"

Terry joined them and kissed her friend, "You did good." She kissed Lance as well, "You did good too."

"You want to try it next time," Lance asked.

Terry moved back in surprise, "There's going to be a next time?"

"Maybe," Chloe said.

"Tell you what," Terry said, "I'll come back in two weeks, dressed to the nines. Either we'll fuck or we'll just have a nice dinner.

"To answer your question directly Lance, definitely not. Look at you two, despite the fact that you were fucking her ass, you were still making love</>. That is all you guys. If I want to lose my anal cherry, I'll start with a guy with a slightly smaller dick. Not a lot smaller, mind you, but smaller. For the record Chloe, that was impressive."

She rolled over and said, "I'm going to sleep." Then she threw over her shoulder, "If you get up to pee, Chloe, and Lance has moved, wake him up to make room." She closed her eyes thinking about the woman she had been a week ago. Tonight she had done things that that woman would have never dreamed of. She knew that what she had told Chloe last week was true; the woman that she had been had died. She didn't know the woman she had become was, but she was excited to find out. She knew, despite what both Chloe and Lance had told her, she was never going to be a Daphne. The bouncy cheerleader type just wasn't her style. But she could be the sexiest Velma the world had ever seen. That thought brought a smile to her lips and she fell asleep.

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