We are at home and have been sharing fantasies that we have had. You are telling me all about an experience that you would love to have with another woman:

I meet my married girl friend, Chrissy for lunch downtown. We chat and catch up whilst we eat, and share some wine together. Time slips away and before we know it, it is late afternoon, and Chrissy and I have drunk two bottles of wine, and are now having rum cocktails. We both feel free and easy, the conversation flowing, and as we speak, Chrissy occasionally touches my arm, tenderly, maybe as a reassurance, though it feels more than that, especially as she keeps looking at me while she does it. I think nothing of it though, and as the afternoon becomes early evening, we are both light headed.

Jumping into a taxi, Chrissy sits close to me, her hand in mine, and now and then, her fingers brush my thigh, making a small bolt of electricity surge through me at her touch. She also kisses my hand as we continue chatting, making our way back to hers to get ready, since Chrissy and I have been invited to an art exhibition later that evening by her husband’s friend, Carl.

When we get home, we head upstairs to her bedroom, and begin to unpack my clothes for the evening as well as choose hers from her wardrobe. Whether it is the drink, or whether I reached too far in to the wardrobe to bring down her dress, I feel a sharp pain in my right shoulder.

Chrissy, I say, I think I’ve hurt my shoulder. She puts down her makeup and comes close to me, gently rubbing my shoulder, asking where it hurts. Would you like some oil or cream to put there so my hands move more easily on your skin? She asks. Yes please, I say.

She heads to her bedside drawer and as Chrissy opens it, I see an open box of sex toys there. Chrissy lingers looking inside, says nothing, and returns to me, pouring the oil into her hands to warm it before gently rubbing my shoulder.

Her hands feel good on my skin, and the pain in my shoulder begins to ease.

You have beautiful, smooth skin, Thea, says Chrissy, and she leans forward and kisses me there, putting one arm around my waist as she does. Her lips feel soft against my skin and I turn slightly to keep her lips there, holding her head with one hand, lifting it so I can look into her brown eyes. Seeing me gaze at her, Chrissy leans her head and kisses me full on the mouth, the tip of her tongue against mine just slightly but enough for me to open more mouth more to receive her tongue more deeply, wet against mine.

We kiss for a few moments, then I pull back. We’ve had too much drink, Chrissy , maybe this isn’t such a great idea?

It’s okay, she replies. I liked it.

But what about your husband? I ask.

Oh, David will be out at Carl’s exhibition, replies Chrissy, so we have the house to ourselves. Why don’t I put more oil on your shoulder? And as she says this, she pulls my half-zipped dress down to my waist, revealing my brown body, my pert breasts, nipples hard just from her brief kiss, my waist craving the grasp of Chrissy’s warm hand.

Chrissy takes the oil and pours more into both hands then slowly rubs it not only on to my shoulders, but also on my waist, moving her hands upwards, over my nipples, gently squeezing them, all the while her tongue wet and warm against mine.

She squeezes my breasts too, cupping them in her oiled hands as she stands behind me, her kisses growing in urgency.

The oil will get on the rest of your dress, Chrissy whispers, and with soft movements she eases me out of the dress so it slips to my feet.

As it does, Chrissy takes more oil in her hands and trickles it down my chest and stomach til it reaches between my legs.

Come and lie on the bed, murmurs Chrissy, it’ll be easier for my hands to rub all of you.

She takes my hand and leads me to her bed. I lie down and Chrissy now pours yet more oil over me, drizzling it up and down me. The feeling of the oil on my skin makes me rub my own nipples with one hand and with the other I begin to dip my fingers against my clit, the oil making it slippery and light to the touch. Chrissy moves one of her hands down too and guides my fingers, stroking against my clit, fingertips dipped inside me, wet to our two touches.

With her other hand, Chrissy pinches my hard nipples and she leans on me to take them into her mouth, turning her attention to each one with her tongue. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each movement of her tongue and our fingers between my legs, which are now spread wider so that Chrissy can push in two then three of her fingers, moving quicker and quicker, then slowing, then quicker once more.

She moves her tongue to my mouth again and we kiss long and passionately, both of us murmuring. I reach to the zip of her dress and pull it down slowly, Chrissy’s full, round breasts tumbling out for me to take into my mouth, run my tongue over her nipples, suck on them hard, then lick.

Her dress is now fully off, so I push her legs apart as she straddles me, and dip my fingers inside her. She is warm and wet. Her own oily hands have moved to my thighs, rubbing them up and down then allowing her fingers to push inside of me, teasing me, letting my juices meet her fingers, which she now puts in her mouth to taste and then into mine.

Let me taste my pussy, Chrissy groans. I move my hand to her mouth and she greedily sucks on my fingers, licking each one.

Would you like to taste me properly, Thea? she whispers. Yes, I reply. At this, she moves herself and strides my face so she can lower herself to the warmth of my tongue. I tease her clit first then push in between, slowly, tasting her pussy, licking, sucking.

Chrissy moans, good girl, holding my face in one hand while the other continues to finger fuck me, my legs now spread wide, welcoming her fingers, now two, now three, now four. I am soaking wet to her fingers, my juices flowing out of me, as hers flow into my mouth.

Can I taste you properly too? asks Chrissy. In a moment, I say, I want to tongue you more, which I now do, my tongue deep inside her, back and forth, building more juices to flow against the tip of my tongue, her taste sending thrills though my body as one of her oily fingers now glides its way slowly but deeply into my ass. I feel it there, the tip trembling inside of me, moving in time with Chrissy’s other fingers in my pussy.

We move together, tongue and fingers, cum running from us both, nipples harder, clits sensitive to each flick, each caress. I’m going to cum hard, I moan. Keep your fingers there.

Chrissy does so for a moment, but then shifts, removes her fingers and reaches to her bedside drawer. You need this, she says, and I hear the low buzz of the vibrator that was nestled there. You can have my tongue and this, she says, and slowly pushes the vibrator between my legs, in and out, shallow then deep, her tongue now flicking against my clit, her fingertip back inside my ass, my cum flooding out of me, glistening on my thighs.

The vibrator sends spasms through my entire body, Chrissy’s tongue back and forth with little flicks against my clit. I’m cumming, I cry out, unable to take any more. My legs shake as I cum hard, and as I do Chrissy keeps the vibrator there, its buzz deep inside me, mirrored by her finger which is now moving quickly in little flicks inside my ass.

Seeing that I can take no more now, Chrissy slowly removes the vibrator from between my legs and pushes it in between hers, her finger still in my ass, the cum flowing from her pussy as she too, cums hard.

We collapse together on the bed and hold one another.

Suddenly a voice I immediately recognise comes from across the room - it’s David, Chrissy’s husband. Well that was a real show. I’ve been watching you ever since I came through the bedroom door and I’m so glad I did. I forgot my gift for Carl but I feel like I got the real gift right here.

Neither Chrissy or I move to cover ourselves. Chrissy says, so you liked what you saw? In fact I can see you did because your cock is hard in your trousers.

Chrissy looks at me with a smile then turns back to David. Carl can wait for us to come to his exhibition. Why don’t you come here and join us? Get out of those clothes and we’ll give you an even better gift.

David does just that, and heads to the bed where he stands at its edge so that Chrissy and I can take his cock in our mouths, sucking and licking if together, running our tongues up and down it. While we do, Chrissy pours oil on her fingers, pushes David’s legs slightly apart and gently slips her oily finger into his ass, our two tongues licking his hard cock, his ass being finger fucked. Don’t you dare cum, says Chrissy. We want to get fucked by you. We want to feel your cock in every one of our holes.

David obeys. We continue to tease him until Chrissy pulls back, pushes me on to my knees on the bed, spreads my legs, pours oil on David’s throbbing cock and guides it gently into my ass. Fuck her there, David, Chrissy commands. I feel his cock filling my ass, waves of pleasure running through me, while Chrissy moves to lie in the bed in front of me so I can eat her pussy.

Legs spread wide, she welcomes my tongue against her clit, now going deeper, sucking, while David’s cock moves in and out of my ass, my own clit throbbing with the thought of changing positions so I can watch Chrissy get fucked like this too. I want her to taste my wet pussy. I want her tongue on my clit, I want to see David’s cock move in and out of Chrissy’s ass, see it switch into her pussy, so her thighs glisten with her cum. We can forget Carl’s exhibition, our gift is here. The three of us, lost to one another. Chrissy and David, I crave you. Fuck me, feast on me. Both of you, I am yours….