All Together Now Pt. 02

All Together Now

by Pan

Chapter 4:

"I want to suck on your fingers."

"We can't..."

Jane smiled at her girlfriend.

"Shhh."

"Mmkay."

The room filled with a buzzing sound, as Megan turned the small toy on.

"I want to suck on your fingers," Jane repeated. "I want to take two of them in my mouth. Run my tongue across your fingertips. Between your digits."

"Yesss..."

"My soft, wet tongue, on the sides of your fingers. I want to coat them with my saliva. Gentle, firm, sucking. Insistent."

"Do it..." Megan moaned, staring wantonly at her girlfriend, sitting across the room, her body writhing.

"I want you to feel my mouth on your skin. My teeth, nipping gently."

"Oh god, Jane..."

"I'd move from your fingers to your neck. Do you want to feel my mouth against your neck?"

"Yes please..."

"Say it."

"I want your... your mouth on my neck."

"I'm going to bite your neck. I'm going to bite you so hard, I leave a mark. Everyone will be able to see what I've done to you."

"Mmm..."

"Everyone is going to see that you're mine, that you're my wet little slut. Your workmates, your friends - Anita."

"Ungh!"

Jane bit her lip and blushed. The pair had no secrets from each other; her lover knew how attractive she found Megan's high-school friend, and would often tease her about it.

Or bring it up when she was the most turned on, use her embarrassing secret to get her off.

"Anita's going to know what I did to you. She's never going to look at you the same."

In truth, Anita was reasonably open-minded. But when Megan was using her for dirty-talk, she was the most conservative of prudes... and Jane loved it.

"She's not going to see Jane any more; she's just going to see a horny, dripping slut. My slut."

"Yess..."

"She's going to put one hand between your legs, and check to see how wet you are. She's going to slip a finger inside you, confirm that you're nothing but a dirty little whore."

"Oh god..."

"And then she's going to show you that she's wet as well. You're going to be the first woman to touch her shaved cunt, staring into her eyes, knowing that she's judging you."

"Fuck. Fuck!"

As Jane began convulsing in orgasm, Megan smiled at her. She'd never met someone with whom she was so sexually compatible. She wasn't attracted to her old friend herself - she'd had a brief crush in high-school, but Anita had made it very clear that while she was in complete support of Megan and her lifestyle, she had no interest in women.

But she knew how much talking about straight-laced Anita turned Jane on, and Megan was happy to do most anything to turn Jane on.

Especially because she was always so willing to return the favor.

It wasn't long before Jane had recovered from her orgasm. With a wicked grin, she threw the vibrator across the room.

"Put it to your nose," she commanded, taking on the dominant role that she sometimes pulled out in bed. "I want you to smell me."

"Yes, ma'am," Megan replied, a shiver of pleasure running up her spine. "Whatever you say, ma'am..."

###

The next morning, Megan was surprised to find herself with company on her train ride into work.

She came in late on Thursdays, and it was rare for there to be more than five or six people on the entire train; she could typically find an empty carriage, and enjoy twenty minutes of solitude before starting her day.

But two stops after she got on the train, more than a dozen women joined her. She was staring out of the window, a half-smile on her face as she remembered Jane ordering her to spank herself - five days into the month-long experiment, she was glad that they'd found a workaround.

She wasn't sure she'd be able to trust herself without a reliable way to get release. Hell, she might have resorted to making Jane use their four-times-a-week trysts with Jake and Anita to actually get her off.

The train had stopped at Gilliestone Station, and Megan turned around to see why it was taking so long, her eyes widening as she saw her carriage slowly filling up with tall, buxom blondes, one after another.

Even stranger, none of them sat down. They just filled the aisle, each of them dressed completely differently... yet strangely similar.

Megan narrowed her eyes. If she hadn't known it was late May, she would have sworn it was Halloween - each of the blonde women was dressed in what could easily pass as a 'sexy Halloween' costume. All the classics were represented - sexy nurse, sexy police officer, sexy teacher. There was even a sexy nun.

They were all wearing heels, short skirts (or, in the case of the sexy soldier, extremely short camo shorts), and showing more cleavage than Megan and her girlfriend had combined. Once they found their position in the train, they each took on a 'pose' - one leg in front of the other, eyes staring vacantly forward, mouth slightly open.

Megan wasn't typically a fan of the dumb bimbo look, but even she couldn't help but find something eerily erotic about the situation.

And then, just before the doors closed, he entered.

Lord Mason DeGraves.

"Hello Megan," he said with a leer. "How's the month treating you so far?"

###

"So what did you talk about?"

"That's the weird thing - he just asked me a few questions, seemed happy with the responses, and left."

"What'd he ask?"

"Just whether or not I'd broken the rules."

"And what did you tell him?"

"The truth, of course. I told him that I hadn't touched Jane sexually, that we hadn't had any... physical sexual contact. We didn't break any of the rules."

"Hang on..."

"Mmm?"

"Why did you pause?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why did you say it like that. And why is Jane blushing?"

"Guys, if you two have cost us our chance at the money..."

"Geez, everyone, calm down. We didn't break any of the rules."

"Then what...-"

"We haven't broken any rules!"

"Jane, it's okay. Anita, remember how the contract didn't specify what 'sexual contact' meant?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, Jane and I have... found a loophole. Oh, don't look at me like that Jake - we're not doing anything that could even remotely jeopardize the money."

"What's your 'loophole'?"

"It's nothing, really. We just... talk dirty to each other."

"..."

"What?"

"I was just running that through my head. I guess that as long as you don't have actual... y'know, contact."

"We don't."

"Yeah, okay. I guess that's fine. I mean, I guess we've been talking to each other while we're... y'know."

"Yeah, but that isn't dirty talk."

"Maybe it should be."

"Megan!"

"Just a joke, sweetie. Anita, you know I'm just kidding, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Anyway, we should get started."

"Hang on..."

"What?"

"Who were the girls?"

"Who?"

"The blondes."

"Oh, the old pervert said they were a cheerleading team. He'd paid them ten grand each to let him dress them for the next week."

"God, he really does have money to burn, doesn't he?"

"I mean, from what I saw, he was getting his money's worth. God they were distracting. I ended up missing my stop."

"I thought you said you only talked for a few minutes?"

"Yeah, but... yeah. Huh. Time flies when you're surrounded by sexy women, I guess."

"Speaking of which..."

"Jake!"

"Just a joke, Jane. Now, do you want to do this?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

"Let's do it."

###

The girls were silent on the drive home that night. 'Sex night' had gone for a little longer than normal, but with less conversation than the previous nights. As usual, the two women had touched each other, but this time...

Something had been different.

Jane was never surprised to find her girlfriend wet, but tonight she'd been practically dripping. And rather than the gentle fondling that they'd agreed to, Megan had been more... aggressive.

Passionate.

Jane had been shocked to find Megan's thumb on her clit, and doubly surprised when Megan had slipped a finger in-between her girlfriend's pussy-lips, a wicked grin on her face. She clearly hadn't wanted to make Jane cum - although they both knew she probably could have - but had just been teasing. Playing.

Enjoying the rare 'sexual contact' they were allowed.

Nervous about embarrassing herself in front of their friends, Jane had tried to glare Megan down, but she'd either ignored or misinterpreted her girlfriend's signal, leaning in to take Jane's mouth with her own.

For a moment - just a moment - Jane had closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy it. Her girlfriend's body pressed against hers, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, Megan's hands working wonders between her legs. She'd even reached up to tug on Megan's pubic hair - something she knew her lover enjoyed as a part of early foreplay - when it had happened.

A loud moan from the other couch.

The sound of Anita's arousal had been enough to break even Megan out of whatever sexual spell she was under, and the busty woman had pulled back, her eyes wide.

"Uh..."

"Sorry," Anita said, her voice thick with lust. "I, uh..."

"I guess I just don't know my own skills," Jake said, his attempt at a light tone betrayed by the sound of embarrassment in his voice.

"No worries," Jane said, embarrassment making her voice an octave higher than normal. "I think we were probably done anyway, yeah?"

"Yeah," Jake immediately agreed, and after a few moments to get redressed, the two women were in their car, making their way back to their house, not saying a word.

When they reached their driveway, Jane finally broke the silence.

"Megan," she started, but before she was able to finish her thought, her girlfriend turned to her, that intense look in her eye once more.

"I can't wait to get you in the bedroom," Megan said.

Jane wanted to ask if everything was all right, but it was clear that Megan had one thing on her mind, and - even ten minutes after leaving their friends' house - Jane was still throbbing from her girlfriend's touch.

They could get each other off from across the room, and then talk.

###

"Please, Jake," Anita begged. "I need it, and I know you need it to."

Jake stared at his wife, turned on and confused in roughly equal measures.

"Anita, you know I'm not good at dirty talk..."

"You'll do great," she purred. "Please..."

A smile slowly passed across Jake's face.

"But... I thought you weren't having any trouble?"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought you weren't struggling with the arrangement, remember?"

"Please, Jake? The feeling of your hard cock against my wet cunt, it reminded me of how much I need you. How much I need a man. Please, honey..."

Jake's eyebrows shot up at the crude language emerging from his wife's mouth. She had never exactly been a prude, but it was still odd to hear her use such lewd words.

"You can talk to me about anything you like," Anita said, her large blue eyes staring up at him imploringly. "You can talk to me about fucking me in public, or dressing me up like a cheerleader, or sharing me with your boss..."

Jake shook his head at that one, and Anita's mouth curled into a naughty grin.

"... or about sharing me with another woman. You'd like that, wouldn't you Jakey?"

"Don't call me Jakey," Anita's husband replied automatically, but his cock had stirred at the idea of Anita making out with someone of her gender.

"Wouldn't you like to imagine me making out with a woman in front of you? You could tell me about what you'd like to watch me do, who you'd like to see me with. Maybe Jane... or Megan...

"... or Bethany."

Jake's eyes widened at the last suggestion, and his eyes dropped.

"Fine," he mumbled reluctantly. "I'll talk to you while you get off. But then you have to return the favor."

"Of course," his wife said, taking his hand and enthusiastically leading him to the bedroom. "Whatever you want, my love."

###

"Your turn."

"God, you're eager."

"I just can't wait to get you off. You're such a little slut."

"Slow down, darling! You know you can't just jump into it like that. Start with something more tactile. The sensations."

"Sorry, Jane. I'm just excited. Okay. Close your eyes."

"Okay..."

"I'm going to put a hand on either side of your face. Move my lips towards yours. Then I'm going to hesitate, so you can feel the warmth of my breath, the quiver of my lips."

"Mmmm..."

"I'm going to run my thumb across your lower lip, feel the warmth of your face, and I'm going to kiss you."

"Yess..."

"Holding you tight, I'm going to kiss you. I'm going to take your mouth with mine. I'm going to dip you, like I did on our second date. You're going to be heady from my kiss, from my passion for you. I'm going to taste your tongue, your mouth, leave you tingling all over..."

"Mmm-hmm..."

"My hands on your waist. Your hips. Under your skirt. Feeling your bare skin. I'm going to touch your sides, grab them firmly. One hand on the side of your neck, one on your waist. You're going to feel me - can you feel me?"

"God, yes..."

"I'm going to read your mood by the way you move your tongue. You're going to feel my passion in my mouth, in my hands' grasp, on you. My perfect creature. My lover. God I adore you..."

"Fuck yes..."

"Do you want someone to join us?"

"..."

"You're blushing, my pet. Do you want someone to join us?"

"Unghh... yess..."

"While I'm kissing you, touching you, stroking your perfect behind, can you feel their breath?"

"Mmmm..."

"Behind us, watching us, filled with lust."

"Please..."

"They bite your neck. You can feel their rough stubble against your skin. You can feel their hard cock, poking into-... hey! I didn't say you could open your eyes."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm getting you off, my love."

"Megan, I know you're not into guys..."

"No... but I know that you are. So close your eyes, and..."

"You don't have to do this."

"Shh. Shh. Honey... I want to. Close your eyes."

"Megan..."

"Please."

"... fine."

"He's pressed against you from behind. You can feel him, hard as a rock. His cock, threatening to burst through your pants. Reny's cock. You haven't seen him since college, but he's still so hard for you."

"Oh, god..."

"Tonight, the two of us are going to share you. You're going to get both of us off, and we're going to return the favor."

"Yes... oh fuck, Megan... yessss..."

Chapter 5:

"Oh, hey Megan. You know it's not..."

Megan laughed, breezing past her high-school friend. "Yes, Anita. I know it's not the night that we're not due to come over and fuck on the couch beside you."

"Megan!"

At the sight of her friend's blush, Megan rolled her eyes. "What would you call it, Ms Prude?"

"We're just... you know. For the contract."

"Ohhhhh, is that why we're doing it? You know, I'd totally forgotten."

Anita returned her friend's eyeroll. "Yeah, yeah, okay, you don't have to...-"

"I thought we'd just all abruptly decided to start getting together and bump uglies four times a week for no reason at all."

"Are you done?"

"Yeah," Megan replied, poking out her tongue playfully.

"So what's up?"

"I had a crazy idea," Megan said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she said, ignoring the worried look in her friends' eye. "I thought that, y'know, we could hang out even when we're not pretending to have sex next to each other, to fulfil an old man's weird fantasy."

"It is weird, isn't it?" Anita said, wrinkling her nose. Megan shot her a flat look.

"Yes, Anita. Yes, it is definitely weird. That fact has never been in dispute."

"You want some wine?"

"Jesus, Anita, it's not even three."

"That's not a no..."

Megan shot her friend a firm look. A look which was, technically, still not a no.

Forty minutes later, the two women were most of the way through a bottle of wine.

"I don't want to know!" Megan said, firmly covering her ears.

"Yeah and I wasn't going to tell you," Anita said with a giggle. "Not the specifics."

"I can't remember if this has ever come up, but I'm gay, my friend. Hearing about your husband getting off, even without 'the specifics', is firmly T-M-I."

"Well I don't care, I'm going to thank you anyway. Talking dirty to him across the room was a great idea. It's helped a lot."

"I'm glad," Megan said, lowering her hands and shooting a warm smile at the blonde woman sitting opposite her. "Seriously, anything that gets us through this. Can you believe it's barely been two weeks?"

"Uh huh," Anita replied, a somber note appearing in her voice.

"What's up?"

"I didn't do the math when we signed the contract," she said with a sigh. "I just..."

"What?"

"It's Jake's birthday tomorrow."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. And... I know it's dumb, but we always... do something new on his birthday."

"Something... new?"

"In the bedroom."

Megan wrinkled her nose. "Like what?"

"I thought you didn't want to hear about it," Anita giggled.

"Oh! Yeah, definitely not. Gross."

There was a brief silence, until the brunette lesbian tentatively broke it with a question.

"Hang on, haven't you been together for like a decade now?"

"Uh huh. Eight years."

"So how can... how can you do something new every year?"

Anita grinned, a surprisingly saucy look on the small woman's innocent face. "You sure you want to know?"

"No," Megan sighed. "But you know me. If I know I don't know something... I gotta know. So, yeah. Out with it. I'll just have to scrub my brain with bleach when I'm done."

"More wine might be the solution," Anita said, topping up Megan's glass.

"More wine is always the solution," her friend replied, raising it to her lips. "So, go on. Spill."

"Well, our first time was on his birthday. And then the next year, I let him cum on my tits."

"Ew."

"Actually, not so bad. Unlike the year after, when I let him cum on my face."

"Ew."

"Yeah, I wasn't so into that. Anal, of course..."

"Should I ask?"

Anita giggled again, and took another sip of wine.

"Let's just say that one is... still in rotation. Five year was a big one, that's when I stopped making him use condoms."

"Wait, he was still using condoms after five years?"

"Well, yeah. I was on the pill, but STIs are still a thing."

"Jesus you're sensible."

Anita tilted her head to the side. "I'm going to take that one as a compliment."

"You do you, boo."

Sixth year was the first time I gave him head..."

"You're kidding," Megan said, choking on her wine.

"I am," Anita said, her straight face disappearing in another burst of giggles. "No, we did that on like the third date. Although, sixth year was still head. Except I..."

She blushed, and Megan leaned forward. "I had no idea that straight people had so many limits."

"... I let him film it," Anita admitted. "And that information does not leave this room."

"And what about last year?"

"Anal again," Anita said, her blush deepening. "But... the other way around."

"Oh. Oh!"

"Yeah, that was a bit of a bust. Neither of us were into it. Glad we tried it, but yeah - a total flop. So that's why I was kind of excited for this year."

"What were you going to do?"

Anita straightened up, and shot her friend a cheeky stare. "You're very interested for someone who is sooooo gay."

"I know, right?" Megan said. "You can blame the wine, the twelve days without sex - not that I'm counting - and the dirty talk for that one."

"The dirty talk?"

"Oh, yeah." Now it was Megan's turn to blush. "Jane's not as gay as me, so I've been... jesus, I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"I just told you seven years of the most embarrassing things I've ever done, Megs."

"Fair."

Megan took another big sip of wine, then turned her big brown eyes towards her friend.

"So when I talk dirty to Jane, I've been..."

"... what?"

"Well, she's into guys. So in the dirty talk... I've been including guys."

Anita's eyebrows shot up.

"Jane is into guys?"

"What did you think 'bisexual' meant, my sweet?"

"No, I mean... I dunno. I never really thought about it."

"Yeah. And can I tell you something really weird?"

"I'll be offended if you don't," Anita said, staring at her friend intensely.

"I'm sort of getting into it."

"Whoa!"

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely don't want to... y'know. I just like how much she likes it. Does that make sense?"

"Sure," Anita said with a soft laugh. There was a long pause, and both women were aware that the tone in the room had shifted. The giggles were gone, and it felt more like a wine-filled confession booth.

Megan took a deep breath, and Anita's attention was drawn to her friend's lips. Had they always been so pink? Had they always looked so soft?

They reminded her of Bethany's. Anita had spent a lot of time thinking about Bethany's lips over the past ten days.

"So," Megan said. "Before I melt through the floor with embarrassment, tell me - what were you planning for this year?"

"Oh," Anita said, reddening at the question. "It's dumb. I did this massage class after hours last month, one night a week. I have this oil, and I was going to... well, you know. But now, that's all off the table."

"Yeah," Megan nodded. "I'm not a lawyer, but I'm pretty sure a happy ending would count as 'sexual contact'."

"Exactly. So now I've got to ruin a birthday tradition."

"That sucks, Neets. I wish I could help."

Megan narrowed her eyes. A strange look had come across her friends' face. It reminded her of something - of someone - but she couldn't quite place it.

"Well," Anita said quietly. "Maybe you can."

"Oh!" Jane said as she walked inside that afternoon. "I didn't expect to find you here."

"I live here," Megan said, her voice still slightly slurred. Jane raised one eyebrow.

"The car wasn't outside. You been sitting here and getting drunk alone? Cos I'm pretty sure I should be reading that as a cry for help."

"I went to Anita's," her girlfriend confessed. "And got a liiiittle bit drunk. Took a cab home. I'm fine now."

"I love you, my darling, but you're not fine," Jane teased with a grin. "You're such a lightweight."

"I'll have a coffee. Sober me up."

"Or I could just have two shots," Jane replied, slipping off her heels. "Y'know, catch up."

Megan blew her girlfriend a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," Jane said. "And I thought we could talk."

"... about what?"

"No," Jane said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. "I thought we could talk."

A huge grin spread across Megan's face.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Jane purred. "You left me hanging last time. You were sitting on Reny's face, and his hard cock was throbbing in my hand. How am I meant to know what was going to happen next?"

"You know the rules," Megan said. "You cum, that's where the story ends..."

"Well," Jane said. "I've been thinking about it all day, and I think I've cracked it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I've used my Sherlock Holmes-level powers of deduction, and worked out exactly what happened next."

A smile slowly spread across Megan's face, and she moved one hand between her legs.

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh," Jane nodded. "He grabs your hips. He moves your soaking wet pussy down, until it's wrapped around his dick. Am I close?"

"Mmmmm..."

"You know, for a gold star lesbian, you sure are into my ex-boyfriend's cock."

"It's not like that," Megan said with a groan. "It's just... don't make it weird."

Jane pulled a small pink vibrator from her purse, and gently tossed it across the room. "Oh, honey. Things are going to get weird. Especially when you feel him throb inside you, and realize it's because my tongue has found his balls..."

Twenty minutes later, both women were panting with exhilaration.

"Well that was a good time," Megan said, her voice thick with satisfaction.

"I know, right? Maybe when this is all over, we should invite Reny over."

"N-no," Megan said. "I told you, this is... this is just us fooling around. Because of... you know. It's not... I'm not..."

She trailed off, avoiding Jane's gaze.

"I'm sorry," both women said at once. Jane held up one hand, and Megan let her speak.

"I'm sorry," she said again. "I don't... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just never expected it. It's a whole new side of you. One that I very, very much like."

"I wish I could touch you," Megan sighed.

"Me too."

The two women smiled at each other, until Megan's eyes lit up.

"Speaking of weird, you'll never believe what Anita asked me to do."

"What?"

"Make out with her."

"What!? Anita? But she... wait. Did you turn Anita?"

Megan waved her hand dismissively at her girlfriend's impressed look.

"Ha! I wish. No, nothing like that. Friday is Jake's birthday. She thought he'd like it."

"I'll bet he would. Right up until he realizes that it just lost us four hundred thousand dollars."

"That's the thing," Megan said, sitting up and staring into her girlfriend's eyes. "It doesn't."

"What?"

"Yeah, she showed me the contract. There's a loophole. Technically, you could have sex with Anita any time you like."

"Don't tease me."

"No, I'm serious. You could make out with Anita, I could fuck Jake. We could both go back to the Manor and double team the old man - as long as we didn't touch each other, we wouldn't be in breach of contract."

"That's not what the contract said."

"It is, actually. We can't have sex with our partners, or with anyone who isn't in the contract. Everything else, legally speaking, is fair game."

Jane slumped back, her mind spinning.

"Wait. So Anita wanted you to... put on a show with her?"

"Basically, yeah. Would you like that?"

Jane's moan of pleasure was more than enough of a response.

"So... what'd you say?"

"No."

Jane moaned again, but this time in disappointment. "Megan, don't be such a cunt-tease."

"Anita's my best friend, it would just be too weird. Besides, who wants to be shown off like a piece of meat like that?"

"I dunno," Jane replied, her hand moving back between her legs. "It sounds kind of hot."

"Gross."

"I mean, can't you imagine it? Anita's mouth against yours, her hands roaming over your body."

Megan rolled her eyes, but her girlfriend continued unabated.

"Jake's eyes on you, devouring your body. You know that the next time he gets off - probably the next time he gets off for the next year - he'll be reliving this moment. Thinking about it. Imagining you..."

Jane trailed off, and Megan leaned forward.

"Sounds like you've given this a lot of thought."

"No," Jane protested weakly. "It just... c'mon, you have to admit there's something kind of hot about the idea. What if it was Reny?"

Megan's eyes fluttered briefly at the thought, before they snapped open.

"Oh!"

"What?"

"You should do it!"

"What? No!"

"Yes," Megan said excitedly. "Yeah, this is great. You should totally do it."

"How does it make more sense for me to do it than you?"

"Well for one, you're into Anita...-"

"I am not into Anita. Not really."

"And you are apparently very into this idea..."

Jane opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"This way, Jake gets his birthday present, you get your shot with Anita, and she owes you one."

"Megan, I'm not..."

Jane trailed off again, and a strange expression came across Megan's face. For a moment, Jane thought she recognized it - like she'd seen the exact same look on someone else, quite recently - but before she could place it, her girlfriend had thrown her the pink toy.

"What if I ordered you to?"

Jane narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"What 'ma'am'," Megan growled insistently.

Jane stared at her girlfriend for a moment, then - as if something other than herself was controlling her hand - picked up the toy and moved it between her legs.

"When we go to Anita's house tomorrow, you're going to wear what I tell you to, my little pet. You're going to do what I tell you to. And you're going to love it."

A soft gasp escaped Jane's lips.

"Yes... ma'am..."

"Hey guys! You're here early."

"Yeah, Jane really didn't want to be late."

"Oh, shut up."

"Anita's still in the shower. Sorry, we weren't expecting you to be... are you okay?"

"Hmm?"

"You both seem a little off."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, we didn't get much sleep last night."

"..."

"..."

"... Jake?"

"God, that was the weirdest thing."

"What was?"

"Sorry, it's just..."

"C'mon, Jake. Spill it."

"For a moment, Megan, you... I could have sworn, you looked exactly like Mason DeGraves did when we signed that contract."

"Wow. Such a flatterer."

"No, I didn't mean..."

"Nice one, Jakey. Comparing my face to a man who's a bazillion years old."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"She's kidding, Jake."

"Oh! Haha, I'm sorry. I'm a little spacy today."

"You're all good. Can we come in?"

"Of course! Come right on in."

"You moved the furniture back?"

"Yeah. Anita insisted. It's my birthday, so...-"

"Oh, happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday, Jake!"

"Yeah, thanks. Not a big deal, but you know Anita is with birthdays."

"Oh yeah."

"Ah, here she comes now."

"Hey guys! Megan, I got your text. I'm so excited."

"What text?"

"Jakey, just sit down here. We have a little surprise for you."

"Uh, don't you want to get dressed first?"

"What's wrong, Jake, you don't like the towel look on your wife?"

"No, Megan, it's just that..."

"The towel is exactly what I want to wear for this."

"Anita, what are you...-"

"Just sit down here, my love. I promise, you're going to like this."

"Okay..."

"Jane?"

"Come on, Jane. Get up there."

"Yes ma'-... Megan."

"Okay, so Jake, you know for your birthday I normally get you... a special present."

"Uh..."

"Well, because I can't do that this year, I recruited Jane to help me."

"Anita, you don't have to...-"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... wow."

"Wow is right, Jake. That was, like, the hottest thing I've ever seen. What did you think, Jane?"

"Um. Uh. Yeah. That was... that was pretty good."

"Did you like it, honey?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean, I'm surprised Jane agreed to... well, you know. But yeah, if it's okay to say..."

"C'mon, Jake. We were all in on it. No one's gonna get mad at you here."

"Well then, yeah. I'd have to agree with Megan. That was probably the hottest thing I've ever seen. Although isn't it a little...-"

"The show's not over yet, hon."

"Oh! Uh, that's okay. You don't have to... oh, wow."

"Oh my god."

"Anita, your towel!"

"We're all grown-ups here, Jake. Now, Jane, let's... mmmm..."

"Whoa, okay, we should probably..."

"Hang on, Jake. Give them a minute."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Mmmm... happy birthday, hon."

"Uh, yeah. Wow. I... there are literally no words."

"C'mere, Janey."

"Mmm."

"Uh, thanks, Jane. That was... I mean, you didn't have to..."

"It's your birthday, Jake."

"Haha thanks, but I mean..."

"Seriously, don't worry about it. We were just messing around. Wanted to give you a birthday you'd remember."

"Well, yeah. I can promise, there is no chance of me ever, ever forgetting that. Now, we probably should move the furniture back. And Anita, you should, um...

"What?"

"You're still not, uh, dressed."

"So?"

"So I appreciate the gift, but we should probably, um..."

"Oh. I mean, is there really a point? When we're about to..."

"I'm sure everyone would be more comfortable if you put on some clothes, sweetie."

"Speak for yourself, Jakey. Me and Jane are fine with it. Aren't we, Jane?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Uh, okay then."

"Now come on. Let's get the room back together, and then we can... well, like we do every time."

"Anita, have you got the other end?"

"Uh huh."

"And... lift..."

"There we go."

"Okay, everyone ready to go?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Well then, let's do this. And for the first time, it won't be the weirdest part of the evening. Uh, not that I'm complaining."

"Just don't expect it every year, okay Jake?"

"I promise, that was enough to last me a lifetime."

"C'mon, hon. Let's do this."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Anita!"

"Lot of noise coming from your couch there, Jakey."

"Yeah I, uh... Anita is..."

"You guys don't mind, do you? It's his birthday."

"No, that's fine. Since it's such a special occasion.""

"No, seriously, I don't want to... ah! Oh, Anita, no, I don't..."

"Don't you like it, Jake?"

"Of course I do, honey, but... we have... they're just over the...-"

"I'm sure they don't mind. Do you, guys?"

"Go on, Jake. You're the birthday boy. You've earned it."

"Please. I'll almost be offended if you don't."

"Uh, okay. I mean, thanks, I guess. You really don't have to...-"

"C'mon, Jake. Be a man already."

"I, uh... I... oh! Oh! Oh..."

"Mmmmm. Happy birthday, Jake."

"Yeah, happy birthday."

"And many happy returns."

"Uh, thanks. All of you. Sorry if that was... weird."

"Jake, seriously. The old man who's paying us four hundred thousands dollars to do this is the one who made it weird, not you. You deserve to get off on your birthday."

"... thanks, I guess."

"It's okay, Jake. Calm down. Jane and I can stay in the room if you want a second round."

"No! No, thanks. But that's fine. We'll see you in a few days."

"Looking forward to it."

Chapter 6:

"Honey, you're speeding."

"I'm not speeding," Jane snapped, lifting her foot slightly. "I just... I want to get home."

"Oh yeah?"

Megan grinned at her highly-strung girlfriend. "Something you want to... talk about?"

"Yes," Jane growled. "Very, very much."

"Mm-hmm," Megan said, putting her arms above her head and stretching. "Can't wait."

Jane's girlfriend only had to warn her not to speed twice more before they got home - in record time, to no one's surprise. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Jane sat firmly on the couch, and pointed to the armchair in the corner of the room.

"Sit," she ordered hungrily. "Toy. Now."

Megan raised one eyebrow. "So you're the one giving orders now, are you?"

Jane's face immediately shifted, from a look of demand and need... to one of complete and utter submission.

"Please," Jane whined, and Megan decided to cut her girlfriend some slack. Pulling her toy out of her handbag, she threw it to Jane, then sat on the armchair.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, god," Jane purred, as she moved the small vibrator between her legs. "Megan, that was like, the hottest thing ever."

"I'm not sure how insulted I should be by that," Megan replied, her lips twitching with amusement.

"Are you saying I'm wrong?" Jane said with a groan. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and her entire body was trembling with need.

"No," Megan admitted. "No, that was pretty much the hottest thing ever. I had no idea you were such a little exhibitionist."

"I'm normally not. But that was... god, that was something else."

Megan began running her hand up and down her own body as she spoke, enjoying the tingling sensation caused by her touch.

"And then Jake, afterwards..."

Jane blearily returned her focus to her girlfriend.

"You liked that, did you?"

"Mm-hmm," Megan admitted. Her left hand was on her throat, her right on her thigh. "The sound of him fucking Anita. His thick cock, sliding in and out of her pussy. The noises he made... the sounds he made while fucking the woman who'd just made out with my Jane. My property..."

"It was super fucking hot," Jane agreed. "But he didn't fuck her."

"What?"

Megan blinked twice, as though she'd almost forgotten that Jane was in the room.

"She just gave him head. She wouldn't fuck him while we were in the room."

"No, you're right. That would be weird. But giving head to someone while your friends are right there... her lips, wrapped around his meaty cock..."

"It's different," Jane said insistently, and Megan was once more snapped out of her reverie. She rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. Sure it is."

"Seriously. She wouldn't do that."

"Why not? She was already naked, and I think we could all tell how turned on she was..."

"Uh-uh," Jane said, shaking her head. "It was just oral."

"Well whatever it was, it was hot as hell."

A grin appeared on Jane's face.

"You really liked that?"

"Uh huh," Megan said. One of her roving hands had moved between her legs, and she was cupping her pussy as she stared at her girlfriend, writhing around on the couch. "He was probably thinking of you, y'know."

The loud moan that left Jane's mouth surprised them both.

"He was fucking his wife. Getting head," she corrected, at the sound of Jane's protest. "But even as he was cumming inside Anita, he was thinking of you."

"Oh, god..."

"After we left, he probably got off again. He probably touched himself, imagining you. Imagining that you'd been as naked as his wife..."

"God, wasn't she hot?"

"Imagining that he'd been in her place. Kissing you. Touching you. Imagining that he'd been the one getting you so wet. So hot and bothered..."

Jane let out another long, shuddering groan.

"He might be touching his cock right now," Megan continued. "Rubbing himself, stroking himself, imagining you naked. Imagining you on your knees in front of him. Imagining you, making out with his wife. Making out with him. Or making out with - oh, fuck - me..."

Again, Jane's eyes opened. Her girlfriend was sitting on the armchair, lost in her fantasies. Despite it being Jane's turn with the toy, she could tell that Megan was close to orgasm.

She picked up where her girlfriend had left off.

"Maybe he was imagining you with his wife," she said, her voice husky. "You're probably his exact type."

"Oh!"

"Maybe he's getting himself off right now, wrapping his hand around his big, thick cock, as he imagines you're the one touching him. You're the one blowing him. Swallowing his seed. Fucking him..."

"Fuck!" Megan panted, her hips thrusting as she came. "Oh, fuck."

As her girlfriend's orgasm subsided, Jane grinned at her. It seemed some new desires had been unlocked in her girlfriend, and she couldn't wait to explore them further.

"Wow," Megan finally said, when she'd come down from her high. "That was, um..."

"Talk later," Jane pleaded. "After we've done me. Please..."

Returning her girlfriend's smile, Megan nodded.

"So I believe Jake had one hand wrapped around his cock, picturing you kissing his wife..."

"Mmm, yes..."

In actuality, Jake was fast asleep, in another room from his wife.

Anita, however, was wide awake.

This, she knew, had been Jake's best birthday ever. Watching her make out with another woman... and then watching her make out with that woman again, but naked. Butt-naked.

Then, blowing him on the couch. It had been the perfect gift: she would struggle to top that one next year.

But she'd been so generous, so selfless... she hadn't gotten off herself.

In fact, except for Jane's lips on hers (the bisexual woman had been too shy to actually move her hands to Anita's naked body) and Jake holding her head while she blew him, she hadn't been touched all evening.

And Anita wanted to be touched. Needed to be touched.

She couldn't touch her husband, not without Jane and Megan there. And as much fun as it had been, she obviously couldn't drive around to Jane and Megan's and continue what they'd started...

That would ruin their friendship. And if Jake ever heard about it, it would ruin her marriage.

But there was someone else she could visit. Someone who she was sure would be discreet. Someone who, from everything she knew about them, would welcome the young woman's touch.

Someone who she hadn't been able to stop thinking about for days.

As soon as the thought entered the blonde woman's head, she was slipping clothes on. She didn't even question it as she sneaked out of the house, started the car, and began driving.

What she was doing was technically cheating, one could argue. But not really, right? It was just... finding release.

She needed release, and she couldn't risk the money. She couldn't risk her friendships. She couldn't risk her husband's feelings.

He'd been fine with her making out with Jane. Yes, that had been for his birthday, but... the principle was the same, right? If it was with another woman, it wasn't cheating.

Jake had all but approved of her making out with Jane. He probably would have been fine with her going... further.

So how was this different?

It was just touch. Just sex. Pure and simple. And it wasn't like it was with another man. It was just... it was just...

A half-hour later, Anita was in front of the DeGrave manor. She'd only been there twice, but somehow she knew exactly where to go. The gate was ajar - strange, for such a huge, ornate gate to be left open at this time of night, but Anita didn't question it.

She parked, slipped through the gate, and made her way not into the main house itself, but around the side.

As soon as she turned the corner, she could see it. But despite seeing it, she didn't truly see it. She didn't see what it looked like, what the structure was clearly modeled after.

A kennel.

It was a casita, a little house outside the house. It was much smaller than the manor, but still huge - slightly larger than Jane and Megan's one-bedroom apartment.

She'd never been here before. She hadn't seen it on either of her previous visits. But somehow, Anita knew exactly what was inside. Who was inside.

There were two huge doors leading into the kennel, and - just like the gate - they weren't fully closed. Anita approached the huge kennel, and pushed the door open.

There, inside, was what she'd been dreaming of. There, alone, was who Anita was going to find relief with.

It wasn't cheating. It was just...

Bethany.

In the center of the room was a huge, circular bed, and Bethany looked up with a soft smile to silently greet her visitor. The maid was wearing nothing but a long, flowing robe. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her chest. Despite being the first room in the casita, this was clearly Bethany's bedroom.

"H-hello," Anita said nervously.

Bethany didn't say a word, but Anita knew that she'd been waiting for her. Her eyes were fixed on Anita's body, her smile warm and inviting.

Slowly, the young blonde woman approached her. Bethany didn't move as Anita came closer. Instead, the maid continued to gaze at her, the same small, beautiful smile on her face.

"May I?" Anita asked, after a moment's hesitation. Bethany nodded, and Anita awkwardly clambered onto bed. "I, um, I couldn't sleep, and so I...-"

With a single finger to the blonde woman's lips, Bethany silenced her. Anita moaned at the contact - until it happened, she hadn't realized how desperately, how utterly she wanted Bethany to touch her.

She wanted Bethany to touch her everywhere.

But she didn't.

Instead, Bethany simply gazed at the beautiful woman lying in front of her. Anita was slightly older than Bethany, but she knew that didn't matter. Age didn't matter. Words didn't matter.

Nothing mattered except the two women, sitting on the bed. Anita had slipped on a t-shirt and some shorts before sneaking out; Bethany reached out and caressed the fabric, making contact with Anita's neck as she did. Her fingers were cool against Anita's warm skin.

Anita couldn't believe this was happening. This woman... this gorgeous, beautiful, statuesque woman... she was touching her? Her?

Anita looked into Bethany's eyes. There was no doubt in her mind: the maid was telling her that it was okay. That this was right.

With a soft moan, Anita leaned forward and kissed her. She'd never kissed a woman before that day, and now here she was, kissing her second.

She hadn't kissed anyone but her husband in half a decade, and she'd increased that number by 300% within just a few hours.

But this was nothing like kissing her husband. This was nothing like kissing any of ex-boyfriends. It wasn't even like kissing Jane, although that was closer.

It was... it was like coming home.

Without a word, Anita removed Bethany's robe. She'd seen the woman's skin before - flushed and naked, when she'd interrupted her coitus with Lord DeGraves. But this was different. This was for her.

"Beautiful," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss the maid once again.

Bethany smiled, but still didn't make a sound. She just laid back, her body exposed for her visitor.

If Anita's friends could've seen what she was doing, they would've been shocked. If Jake had seen what she was doing, he would've been furious - or incredibly turned on. Or both.

But there was no one there to see what she was doing. Even Lord Mason DeGraves respected the sanctity of his maid's kennel. There was only the two women, enjoying each other's bodies. There was no one to hear the gasps of pleasure that Anita made, the groans that came from deep inside her.

The way she screamed Bethany's name, again and again, with a guttural need that she didn't know she was capable of.

There was no one to witness the two naked women, tangled up in each other, bringing each other to the heights of pleasure, again and again and again...

And when they were done, they curled up to sleep on the circular bed, flushed, naked, and deeply satisfied.