Zach and Ellen - and Gaby, too

It wasn't your typical three-way. It wasn't even quite a three-way, in the conventional sense. And it wasn't planned. Or at least, some of it wasn't planned.

It had started when Gaby moved into a new neighborhood, seeking a fresh start after her recent divorce. Four years of marriage behind her, no kids, and at least enough in the divorce settlement to be able to afford a modest home of her own, along with the earnings from her job in Admissions at the community college. At least one benefit of marrying a guy who had some money. Which was about all he had going for him. How had she fallen for such a creep?

It was a nice, friendly neighborhood, and Ellen was one of the first to welcome her, one of an informal neighborhood group. The two hit it off, though Gaby wasn't expecting anything sexual to develop. She was firmly straight, though that part of her marriage hadn't been very satisfying, either, along with everything else. She had just turned thirty, and she was horny. Ever since the latter days of her decaying marriage, she had been masturbating as much as she had when she was a horny teenager. It wasn't the most satisfying, emotionally, but it was an outlet, and she wasn't ready to venture into the dating scene.

As Gaby got to know her new friend, she realized that Ellen was more adventurous than she was, and more outspoken as well. Knowing that Gaby was alone and newly divorced, Ellen seemed inclined to check in with her periodically, to help her transition to the neighborhood and her new life. She also had dinner with Ellen and her husband, Zach, a few times at their house. Zach, too, was friendly and outgoing, nice looking if not strikingly so. Better looking than her ex, and some of the guys she'd dated before him, though. But she didn't feel particularly attracted to him, since she thought of Ellen and Zach as just friends.

That began to change, though. It seemed that Ellen needed a friend, too, since her closest friend, whom she had known since college, had moved across the country a few months ago, when she'd landed a new job.

Gaby realized that her friendship with Ellen was filling a void in Ellen's own social life, but she didn't really mind. She liked Ellen; they had a lot in common, and if Ellen was a little more confident and outgoing, it was good for her to be around someone like that.

Ellen asked Gaby if she was dating anyone, or had any interest in doing so. Still hurting from her breakup, Gaby was reluctant, and Ellen didn't push the issue. One Saturday afternoon, they were sipping wine at Ellen's house, while Zach was at a golf outing. The wine seemed to free their tongues, and they started talking about bad dates they had been on in the past. Ellen was more graphic than Gaby, as she talked freely about the sexual side of some of her past relationships.

They were talking about embarrassing moments, and Ellen, by now getting more than a little tipsy, told the story of the time in college when her roommate was supposed to be away for the weekend but had come back unexpectedly when she was with a boy.

Ellen said, "I thought we had the place to ourselves, so I was really getting into it. I was on top of him, riding his dick, and we were both well on the way to the happy place, and suddenly the door opens and there she is, gaping at us. It was a reflex, I guess, but I pulled off him and was going to grab the sheet to cover myself. But I didn't realize he was so-o-o close and my pulling off suddenly was all it took."

"All it took to--"

"To make him come. And he really did, too! He shot all over me, across my tits, along my cheek, and even in my hair. I had cum all over me, and I just froze at that moment."

Gaby found herself on the edge of her seat. "What happened, then?"

"Heather--that's my roommate's name--hastily backed out of the door and closed it. I yelled something like, 'Sorry' through the door and jumped up to get a towel to wipe off. To wipe him off, too. We both got dressed very quickly, and the guy left, looking sheepish. I looked out in the hall, and she was gone. I was about to freak out, I mean, she was a good roommate, and then I went downstairs and found her sitting in the lounge."

"Was she upset?"

"Actually, not so much. I was blushing, and apologizing like crazy, but she said it was okay, and she seemed to have a little bit of a smirk. She admitted it was kind of hot, and after awhile we were laughing about it. I was still embarrassed, though."

Gaby could hardly believe it. Ellen's description was so graphic. At the same time, she felt a tingling between her legs.

Later that night, when she went to bed, Gaby kept replaying that imagined scene in her mind. It was so hot. Of course, she had no idea what the guy looked like. But she kept imagining Ellen, naked, her body streaked with cum, and probably flushed with arousal. And sweaty.

Gaby was more than a little turned on. But if you had told her that she was turned on by Ellen, she would have denied it. Still, Ellen's flushed, cum-streaked body was what she kept imagining as she rubbed her wet pussy, and reached a shuddering climax.

*****

It was a couple of weeks later, on a Saturday in the early evening. Ellen was at Gaby's, and they had just had dinner. Zach was at a business conference and wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. They had had some wine with dinner, and were having more, watching a video. It was pretty steamy--Ellen had picked it--with quite a bit of nudity. They were talking about how they knew the sex in mainstream movies was faked, but how some scenes seemed more realistic than others.

Gaby was a little buzzed from the alcohol, and the sex scenes were making her horny, which was her normal state, anyway. She figured that after Ellen left, she'd be having another session with her fingers or vibrator.

Then the movie shifted to a three-way scene, two women and one man. The girls were kissing and making out as the guy watched, and Ellen suddenly asked, "Did you ever do anything with another woman?"

"No," Gaby answered. Then she had to ask, "Did you?"

"A couple of times, back in college. My roommate was bi, and I sort of... experimented."

"The same one that saw you when... when the guy came on you?" Gaby hadn't been able to get that scene out of her mind.

"Yeah. It was later that year. I knew Heather was bi; she had been open about that when we first started rooming together, but it didn't bother me. I figured, live and let live, and she never came on to me or anything. But somehow, her catching me like that, maybe because it was seeing me in a sexual situation, I don't know, things changed after that. Not so much that it was obvious, but gradually."

"Changed, like how?"

"Well, we were roommates, so it's natural that we might see each other dressing and stuff, but we'd always been sort of modest, or at least polite with each other, getting ready for bed and so on. I didn't notice a change right away, because she was sneaky subtle. But one day I realized she hadn't turned her back when she took off her bra, and when I thought about it, I realized it wasn't the first time. She'd been doing it more lately, and that was different from before. We weren't hung up about nudity, but we just were sort of politely modest out of respect for each other."

"Was she trying to come on to you?"

"Nothing that obvious. But it was other things. She'd leave stuff lying around."

"What kind of stuff?"

"She had this graphic novel--I guess you'd call it an underground comic, and it was all sex, and it was just lying on her desk one day when I came back from class. I took a quick look at it, because I didn't know when she'd be coming back, and it was really explicit. All kinds of sex."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But there was more. This one night she came back late from a party. I'd been half asleep, but instead of tip-toeing, she made a little more noise than usual, I think to make sure I was awake. I pretended to be asleep, but I think she knew I was faking it. So she got into bed, and then..."

"What?"

"Well, after a bit I heard this buzzing sound, very faint. And I could hear her breathing. I think she had a vibrator going. She wasn't being deliberately noisy, it was as if she were trying to keep quiet but couldn't help herself. An occasional gasp, and the faint buzzing, and sometimes a rustle of the covers. But I knew she was doing it all on purpose. But weirdly, I didn't mind, and felt myself getting a little turned on at the thought that she was masturbating."

"Oh, my. And did you... did you... do anything about it?"

"Did I masturbate with her? No, I was chicken. I wanted to, though. I really did. But I listened, and tried to keep still, while I felt myself getting tingly and pretty wet."

"Then what happened?"

"Well, it wasn't too long. She was probably excited about her exhibitionism. After awhile, I heard the rustling of the sheets get a little more obvious, and then she murmured, 'Oh, yes,' like she couldn't help herself, and she gasped, and I think that's when she came."

Gaby was really intrigued. "And after that?"

"She drifted off to sleep; she was a little drunk, anyway."

"And you?"

"Ha! No, I didn't do anything, but it was awhile until I could get to sleep. But she did one more thing."

"What was that?"

"The next morning, she was up first, as she had an earlier class. She'd gone to take a shower when I was getting up, and she'd left her panties on the floor."

"Wha-a-a-t?"

"Yeah. The ones she'd had on the night before. She was always careful about not leaving dirty clothes lying around, so I knew she'd done it on purpose."

"What did you do?"

"Well, I didn't do anything, you perv!" Here she playfully punched Gaby on the arm. "I didn't touch them, but I could see even without looking close that they were wet. They were the sheer kind that turns transparent when they get wet, and it was really obvious they were wet. Very wet."

Gaby involuntarily squeezed her legs together. "I've heard that some guys like to smell girls' panties."

"I know. But I didn't."

"Did you want to? I mean, did it cross your mind?"

Ellen gave Gaby a look, as if she were seeing something in her friend that she hadn't seen before. "Where's this coming from?"

"I don't know. Oh, sorry. It was just... it's probably the wine talking." Now Gaby was embarrassed. She took a quick gulp of wine, as if to underscore her excuse. But she moved on. "But you said... you said you and she did stuff together... "

"Yeah, it was later on that semester. She didn't have good luck with dates, and sometimes they'd get too drunk, or they'd turn out to be jerks, and she'd come back to the dorm kind of, you know, revved up. So this one time she came back and was in quite a state. Drunk, but not so drunk she didn't know what was going on. She said something like, 'Gawd, but I'm horny.'"

"That's a great conversation starter!"

"She kept looking at me, as if debating whether to say what came next. But then she said, 'I know you were awake that one time.' I knew EXACTLY what time she meant and what she meant by that, but I had to play dumb. So I said, 'What are you talking about?'"

"Go on!" This was beginning to get to Gaby.

"She said, 'the other time I came home drunk and horny and got myself off with my vibrator. I know you were listening.' I started to stammer, 'Well... ' and she interrupted. 'Don't you ever masturbate? Don't you ever get so worked up that you have to get yourself off?' I said, 'Ummm,' and she said, 'Yeah, I thought so. Always the quiet ones. Listen. I'm about ready to burst. I'm going to get some relief, right here, right now. If that offends you, feel free to step out, but I've got to do this.' She already had one hand on her breast while she was saying this, kind of kneading it, and she was tweaking the nipple, sort of pinching it, or rolling it through her fingers, through her bra and top."

Now Gaby was horny, too. "Then what happened?" she breathed.

"She slipped her hand down under her jeans, and started rubbing herself. She looked at me--I was sitting there frozen, transfixed--and she said, 'Wanna join me?' I didn't answer, but I didn't get up and leave, either. So she unsnapped her jeans and rolled them off her legs. I could see that her panties were wet, translucent like they had been that time she left them on the floor, and I could see her hand underneath, moving up and down over what must have been her clitoris. 'Oh, yeah,' she said. 'That's better.' then she pulled her top up over her head and unsnapped her bra, letting her tits fall free. I could see that her nipples were very hard. I couldn't help staring. She kept at it for a minute or two, under her panties, and then rolled them off, twirling them for a moment before dropping them on the floor."

"Oh, my," was all Gaby could say, captivated by this story, and noticing that Ellen was tweaking her breast just as she had described her roommate doing.

"It was the first time I had seen a... a pussy... other than my own."

"What did it look like?" Gaby couldn't believe she had asked that question, but she really wanted to know.

"She had that really pale skin some redheads have. Her... pussy was, well it was really, really pink. Her labia were already swollen and open, so I could see how pink she was inside, and though she wasn't shaved, her pubic hair was trimmed fairly short and light reddish, so I could see pretty clearly. And I could see that it was wet. It was sort of shiny with wetness. Oh, gawd." Gaby noticed that Ellen had her hand in her lap, and was pressing it rhythmically over her slacks.

"Did you, did you--" Gaby asked.

"Yes. Yes, I did. I couldn't resist. I was so turned on I started to do it, too, touching myself, under my clothes, then took my jeans off, but kept my panties on. But I touched myself. I couldn't help it. I was so turned on." Ellen was rubbing her hand in circles now.

"Yes."

"So turned on... like i am now. Oh, Gaby, I'm sorry, but..." Gaby watched in fascination as Ellen unsnapped and unzipped her slacks and slid her hand down. She must have gone under her panties, because Gaby heard her gasp as her fingers found their target.

"It's okay," Gaby answered. And she realized it was very much okay. She wanted to see it. "Show me. And keep telling me."

Ellen looked at Gaby for a moment, as if debating with herself, but she was too far into her story, and the wine, to resist. She lifted her hips and rolled her slacks and panties down in one motion and kicked them off. "I watched her. I had never seen another girl masturbate before, and at that time, had never even seen a porn video. Ooooh--." The "ooooh" was when her hand touched her slit. She continued, "Or at least I hadn't seen any porn videos that showed that. So I was both turned own and... fascinated by the way she did it, you know?" Ellen had abandoned all her inhibitions and was rubbing her clit and the area around it in small circles, with two fingers.

"Oh, sweetie," Ellen said, her voice husky, "why don't you join me? It's so good... unnhh... doing it with another person. You won't believe it."

"I dunno. I--"

"It doesn't mean you're gay, if that's what you're worried about. Look, we all masturbate, even if we have a boyfriend or a husband. It's self-care, and you just need to now and then. Or more than now and then."

"Well, umm, yeah." Gaby was blushing. She had never admitted to anyone else that she masturbated, but admitting it now seemed like nothing compared to Ellen's doing the deed in front of her. And as astonished as she was by Ellen's lewdness, she was turned on, and she also valued Ellen as a friend and didn't want her to think she was a prude.

"Well, then, ummm--" Ellen paused to put her fingers in her mouth to wet them, though Gaby could see that they were already wet. Gaby would wet her fingers this way, too, but usually because she needed the moisture, and Ellen clearly did not. She watched in wonder as Ellen, instead of taking a quick lick or swipe to get her fingers wet with saliva, sucked on her fingers for a moment. She was tasting herself, Gaby realized. Tasting her pussy.

Gaby knew what her pussy tasted like and smelled like, of course. And when she would masturbate, she couldn't avoid tasting herself when she wet her fingers with saliva. A couple of times, after a particularly good orgasm, she would sniff her fingers in curiosity, but usually only when she was in that post-orgasmic state.

Ellen resumed her stroking, then paused. "Maybe I'm embarrassing you, and I should just go home and finish this."

"Oh, no, don't do that," Gaby said, so forcefully that she surprised herself. She wanted to see this through, to see Ellen climax. She would never have believed it, but she wanted to see it. If she needed to participate to make that happen, it was a small price to pay, and she realized, thinking this, that she was drunk anyway, and could always rationalize it to that.

Gaby took a deep breath, and said, "I mean, I don't want you to feel like you aren't welcome to do whatever you want."

"Well, what I want is to do this with you, if you're up for it, because I guarantee, it's better than doing it alone. But if you can't do that, it's okay, and you can just watch. But you'll be missing something."

"I will. If you keep telling me what happened next."

"Okay. If you really want to get into the mood, shed some of those clothes. You'll feel better, and I wouldn't mind seeing that pretty pussy of yours." Saying this, she pulled off her top and was now naked. Gaby couldn't believe it. But she wasn't embarrassed, and couldn't help staring at Ellen's body.

"I don't think it's pretty."

"Positive thoughts. Body positive."

Gaby had never seen anyone masturbate before, and hadn't seen such a thing in porn videos, either (what porn she had seen was fairly conventional man-woman intercourse), so she was surprised a bit, but also fascinated, when Ellen began using two hands, her right hand continuing to work on and around her clitoris, and she moved her left hand, that had been playing with her nipples, down and used two fingers to very slightly penetrate her vaginal opening. She didn't penetrate herself fully, or even move them much, just held the fingers partway inside herself, with her other hand doing the work on her clit.

Once or twice, Ellen would roll or pinch a nipple with one of her hands, and in doing so, got some of her slipperiness onto the nipple. Gaby stared at Ellen's pussy juice shining on her tit.

Gaby took a deep breath, then resolved and pushed her top over her head. She left her bra on, unsnapped her jeans, but didn't go further. She was reluctant, but then became fascinated when Ellen took her left hand, which had been using to finger herself and play with her nipples, and reached underneath herself, inserting two fingers into her pussy from behind, keeping the other hand on her clit. That was different, but it looked interesting.

Once again, Ellen doesn't penetrate herself very far, and seemed to just hold the fingers there, a bit inside, while she worked her clit. Gaby had never seen anything like it, and it was nothing she'd ever done herself. Ellen seemed lost in her own world at this point, not really paying attention to Gaby, at least not making eye contact. Ellen whimpered softly.

Well, if she can do this so openly, why not?, Gaby finally decided. She had only partially undressed, and hadn't gone further, caught up in watching Ellen's auto-eroticism, but then she rolled her jeans down her legs and kicked them off, then reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, shrugging it off. Her breasts fell free, smaller than Ellen's, but the nipples were very prominent and erect. She was only in her panties now.

Ellen noticed her breasts, and breathed, "Nice. I love your nipples." Resumed stroking. "Ohhh."

Gaby gave her pussy a quick rub over her panties, then, impatiently pulled them off, revealing her pussy, her untidy mat of curls. She wished she had trimmed them.

But Ellen appreciated what she was seeing. "Oh, what a pretty pussy. Stroke it for me, ummm." She lifted the fingers that had been rubbing her clit to her mouth and wetted them, resumed stroking then, to Gaby's further surprise, Ellen removed her fingers that had been inside her pussy from underneath, put them in her mouth and sucked off her juices, then reinserted them in her pussy as before, but from the front rather than from underneath.

Gaby again marveled at Ellen's open tasting of her own juices, and realized that her mouth must now smell and taste like her pussy. If she were to kiss Ellen, she would be tasting her pussy. Then she was shocked at her own thought. She'd never kissed another girl before. Where was this coming from?

She had paused with her hand partway to her pussy, captivated by Ellen's wanton display. But she was unbelievably turned on, and she very much needed relief. She looked at Ellen still stroking, noticing that Ellen's eyes flicked back and forth between Gaby's eyes and her hand, waiting to see what she would do.

What the hell. She moved her hand over her pussy, her middle finger automatically sliding over her pussy lips, slightly parting them as her hand moved upward, in the familiar way. Oh, she knew how to pleasure herself, all right. She was getting to be an expert at masturbation. She'd had lots of practice. When she reached her clit at the top of the stroke, she barely suppressed a moan, but couldn't help gasping. Oh, my, it felt good.

Ellen was right, as she got into a familiar rhythm. This was amazing. More exciting than doing it alone. Watching Ellen was so hot. And knowing Ellen was watching her was... was nothing she had ever experienced before. No one had ever seen Gaby masturbate. She'd never even let her husband see it. But somehow, incredibly, she didn't mind that Ellen saw. Ellen was doing it, too. They were amping up each other's excitement. It was like a feedback loop of female lust.

Gaby could even hear what Ellen was doing. There were the gasps and moans and whimpers, of course, but she could hear the sound of Ellen's fingers in her wet pussy, a squelching sound. It was the most erotic thing she had ever heard. Sometimes when she masturbated, if she was wet enough, she could hear the sound of her fingers rubbing her clit, and even though she was alone, she was embarrassed by the sound. But hearing Ellen's sloshing sounds, especially when she occasionally pushed the fingers that had been held just inside her pussy deeper inside, turned Gaby on even more. In some part of her mind, she knew that she would be masturbating to the memory of this in the future, and that Ellen's wet sounds would be a vital part of that memory.

She's fucking herself with her fingers, she thought. Gaby was never into penetration, focusing on her clit instead, but now she wondered if she were missing something.

Ellen spoke, interrupting Gaby's erotic reverie. "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes," was all Gaby could manage, but she kept rubbing her clit.

"Oh, yeah. This is so good. I'm going to come so hard. It's so much better when you're being watched... and when you can watch someone."

"Does Zach watch you?" Gaby wondered.

"Yes, sometimes. Sometimes instead of fucking, we masturbate together. It can be really intense."

"Does he... does he come on you?" Gaby was thinking again of Ellen's college story.

"Oh, yeah. Unnnhh. He does."

"Where does he come?" She couldn't believe she had asked that.

"Anywhere he wants to. Sometimes on my tits. Ummm. Sometimes in my mouth. And sometimes, he comes on my pussy while I'm doing it, and when his cum spurts onto my fingers and my clit, it's... oh, gawd, it's so good. Thinking about it is going to make me come."

"What does it feel like?" Once again, she was shocked at her own question. But it was driven by her imagination, which was running wild, picturing herself being spattered with a guy's cum. Her ex had never come on her.

"Oh, baby, it's so good. I feel it spurt over my fingers, and sometimes I hold my pussy lips open so he can squirt on my clit, unnhhhh... or else I just scoop some of it up and rub it into my clit. I like to rub it... oh... rub it into my nipples, too, when he comes on my tits."

This was too much for Gaby. Without warning, the orgasm came out of nowhere and swept over her. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," she wailed, her fingers rubbing rapidly over her clit.

"Oh, honey, I'm coming, too. Ahhhhhhhhh!" Ellen fell back, and jerked several times in aftershocks.

*****

What Gaby didn't know was that Ellen had told her husband everything. Early in their marriage, they promised each other that they would always tell each other the truth about their desires. Each could imagine the other being attractive to other people, and they agreed that they wouldn't hide this, or even their own physical attraction to others. It was a promise that both of them had kept.

The day after Ellen and Gaby had masturbated together, Ellen was still slightly buzzed from the thought of what she and Gaby had done when Zach got home. She was horny and glad to see him, and both took advantage of her horniness by having a rousing suck and fuck session as soon as he got home. In the afterglow that followed, Zach murmured, "Wow, that was really something."

Ellen said, "There's something I have to tell you."

Zach had been drifting toward sleep but he was instantly alert.

She went on. "When Gaby was here, things got a little crazy."

He wasn't sure where this was going, thinking that maybe they had had a fight or something. "Are you okay?" was all he said.

"Oh, yes. Very okay. You see, we were talking about some of my college adventures... "

"Your roommate story?" Zach knew all about it--no secrets, remember?--and even knew that Ellen had sometimes experimented with girl-girl sex when she was in college.

"Yeah, and we were well into a bottle of wine, which was probably part of it. Anyway, she was really sort of... I guess you'd say fascinated by some of the stories... "

"The guy who came all over you," he guessed. Far from being threatened by this, Zach knew it was in the past, and he even found the mental image kind of a turn on. He knew she had been a bit wild in college, and liked the idea. He wished he had met her back then, but he had the pleasure of knowing that the woman to whom he made love had that "girls going wild" part of her deep inside.

"Yeah," she said, and then paused.

"So what happened?"

"I told her how Heather had called me out for masturbating under the covers, and how one thing sort of led to another and..."

"And?" he prompted.

"Well... one thing sort of led to another."

"With Gaby?"

"Yeah, we were both pretty horny, and we ended up jilling off. Like I said, we were a little drunk at that point, and you know how I get when I'm buzzed."

Zach's cock was stirring at the thought of these two women masturbating together. He was lying on his side against her, so she felt his cock twitching against her leg. "Well, someone likes the idea," she teased.

"Busted," he admitted.

"I bet you'd like to have seen that. You know, it's the first time I've done that with another girl since college, and that was more than ten years ago. Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Better than okay," he said, then licked her nipples, his hand slipping down toward her clitoris, slippery with both of their juices. "How about you tell me more?"

"You just want to know the details about Gaby." But she didn't mind, and decided to tease him. "Her tits are somewhat small, but with big, fat nipples. And her pussy is a little bushy, but kind of cute."

He was between her legs now, just lightly licking her clit with the tip of his tongue, encouraging her to continue her description of the encounter, and she did, until she couldn't say any more.

*****

It was several weeks later, and this time the women were in Gaby's house. She knew that Zach had no problem with her continuing to see Gaby, even if it got sexual, as long as she would tell him all about it.

But Gaby obviously felt a little awkward now. The previous time, they had both been a little drunk, and things had just happened. In a way, they had been sort of "innocent." But that was no longer the case. It was the elephant in the room, so to speak. After some awkward silences, Ellen decided to face it head on.

"Look, I know you feel uncomfortable about what happened a couple of weeks ago. It's... it's okay. I don't want you to feel awkward around me. It was kind of nice, and I enjoyed it. I have no regrets."

"But... Zach?" Gaby asked.

This was tricky. Ellen didn't want to lie to her new friend, but if she admitted to her that she had told Zach about their encounter, it would embarrass Gaby even more, and could even ruin their friendship. What to do?

She decided not to tell her, at least right now. She didn't like being deceptive, but the potential harm outweighed the benefit of complete honesty, she thought. But Ellen resolved that she would tell Gaby eventually, when the time seemed right. So she finessed a little. "He knows about the stuff I did in college, and he's okay with it."

"But that was in the past, before you two were together."

Oh, she's making it difficult, Ellen thought. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. What happened between us isn't a threat to my marriage with Zach."

"I just never did anything like that before... " Gaby said, looking guilty.

Sensing an opportunity to deflect the conversation away from what Zach knew or didn't know, Ellen said, "If you're worried that this might mean you're gay, don't think that. It was harmless. Straight people masturbate, even when they are in relationships. It doesn't threaten anything." Ooops, don't go there, Ellen warned herself. "Anyway, doing it together doesn't mean anything more than two people who just happen to have done together what they would have done by themselves."

Gaby looked relieved by this, so Ellen figured her change of direction had worked. Then Gaby utterly surprised her by blurting, "Did you ever have a three-way?" She was remembering the scene in the video they had watched the day they had masturbated together.

Where had that come from, Ellen wondered. Wow, this girl was lonelier than she had realized. She needed an outlet. She needed to get laid!

"Yes," Ellen admitted. "Once. But if we're going to talk about that, let's open a bottle of wine."

*****

"So we'd been drinking jello shots and smoking a joint and we were pretty wrecked." Ellen was recounting her story to Gaby, who listened raptly.

"Anyway, Heather suddenly leaned toward him and kissed him, and I could tell that she was using a lot of tongue, and then she kind of pushed him toward me, and I did the same. We didn't know where this was going, we were just lost in the moment."

"So then what happened?"

"Well, we were both making out with him and it was getting kind of intense. We were all groping each other, and... well I only remember it in terms of, like flashes of memory, images."

"Such as?"

"There's one image of us all naked and kind of in a ball of arms and legs and... genitals. Another image of Heather and I taking turns sucking his cock. It was pretty wild. I think he was fucking Heather at one point, but I can't be sure. If he was, it was pretty brief, because he was fucking me then, and that part I remember pretty clearly, because the excitement was just too much for him--two horny girls with one guy--and he came while he was inside me. I remember thinking, oh, shit, he just came in me, but then realizing I was on the pill so it was okay."

"Oh, my," was all Gaby could say. She was still dressed, but had her hand between her legs, not rubbing, but holding it in place with her legs held tightly together.

They each took a swallow of their wine.

Gaby finally spoke. "Was that it?" It was pretty hot, for sure, but she had to know if anything happened next.

"Umm... no, not exactly. It was pretty much it for him. He kind of passed out, but neither Heather nor I had come, and we were both pretty turned on. We just looked at each other at first, then she touched my breast and gave my nipple a tweak, and then I touched hers--the first time I had ever touched another woman's breast--and then all of a sudden, we were all over each other. All that pent-up desire, and no inhibitions because of the booze and grass.

"We were kissing like mad, groping each other's tits, and then each of us had our hand in the other's pussy. We got into a scissors position--I didn't really know what that was, but it seemed natural--and were rubbing ourselves against each other. I have this distinct image of my pussy leaking the guy's cum, because it had started to come out, and it was getting onto Heather's pussy, and I thought for a moment I should warn her that she could get pregnant, but then I forgot it all in the heat of the moment, because we both came like that, rubbing together, and it was amazing. I still remember that orgasm, even though parts of that night are completely blank to me."

Gaby was in a state of disbelief. She couldn't get that image out of her mind, the two girls rubbing pussies, sharing the guy's cum as they rubbed together and climaxed. She had to get relief, but was too embarrassed about what had happened before to masturbate openly in front of Ellen. She suddenly jumped up and said, "I have to pee," and ran to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she rolled her jeans and panties down in one motion and sat on the lid of the toilet. Her pussy was soaking, and she could smell herself. She slid her fingers into her wet channel and in what seemed like a matter of seconds, came on her fingers. It was quick and intense, but still left her unsatisfied, and she knew she'd have to have a longer session later.

Ellen wasn't an idiot, and when Gaby left the room in a rush, she figured she was going to "take care of herself." Obviously, she was still embarrassed about their mutual masturbation session, which they hadn't talked about since. And when Gaby came back, she was flushed. Ellen said, "I should probably go."

Gaby said, "Yeah, sorry. I have an early day tomorrow. But thanks for coming." She gave her a quick hug, and they parted. Ellen was a little worried about her friend, but figured she just needed time to come to terms with some aspects of her sexuality. Best not to force things.

At home, she was still turned on by her story, and by the way that it had obviously affected Gaby. Zach was asleep, but she fondled his cock until it was hard, and even though he was only half awake, she pulled down his pajama bottoms and mounted him. That got him awake, and though their coupling was brief, it was good for both of them.

Ellen fell asleep thinking about Gaby, and wondering if she was okay.

Across town, Gaby was bringing herself to a second, and soon after that, a third climax. All she could think about was the image of Ellen and Heather rubbing their pussies together, with a guy's cum all over both of their pussies.

*****

The next day, Ellen called Gaby to see if she was okay, and to apologize for getting carried away with her erotic storytelling. Although Gaby had been embarrassed before, Ellen caught her in a mood in which she was more open to confessing her true feelings.

"Okay, so I have to be honest with you, and maybe it's easier on the phone than having to face you."

"What is it?" Ellen asked.

"That story of yours. Omigod, it really got me going. I can't lie. It was all I could think about for the rest of the night."

"Oh, yeah? So.... what did you do about it?"

"Well, you probably figured out when I left the room so suddenly that i had to... I had to..."

"You had to take care of yourself."

"Yeah. I'm sorry. It was rude. And then I was so embarrassed. It was-- I don't know. I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Recalling that was pretty hot. I'll have to confess something here. When I got home, I couldn't wait to jump Zach's bones. Though he wasn't complaining." She smiled to herself at the memory.

"Well, at least you had someone to jump. I had to... you know."

"It's okay. We all do it. It's natural. Don't be embarrassed."

"I just don't know what you think of me." It sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

"Hey, it's okay. You're a normal, healthy female. You have desires. There's nothing wrong with indulging them, relieving them."

Gaby took a deep breath. "Ever since that time that we, uh, you know... well, I've been having to 'relieve myself' more than ever, and it's just, just, I don't know."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Ellen assured her.

Gaby made a gulping noise on the phone. "It's just that... I get these, these images in my head, and I can't stop thinking about them, and I get so... so turned on, and I can't help myself."

Ellen assured her. "We all have things like that. It's normal. Don't be so hard on yourself." Then she couldn't help asking, "What images?"

"Well, first it was that story about your roommate catching you and the guy... uh... coming all over you. I don't know why that got to me, but it did."

"Okay. I understand. It's a pretty erotic story!"

"But that's not all. Last night. The way you described that three-way. It was so hot. I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Ellen was intrigued, couldn't help asking, "Was there anything in particular?" She wanted to know!

"The way... you and Heather... the way you were... and that guy's cum... " Ellen realized that Gaby was breathing hard. She could tell her friend was excited talking about it. She decided to go with it.

"Yeah, it was really intense," Ellen said, lowering her voice into what she hoped was a more sultry register. "We were rubbing together... our clits were probably touching... and we were both so wet..."

Gaby gasped. Ellen went on, quickly, before her friend could change her mind. "I'd never done that with another girl before. It doesn't sound like it would be exciting, like, how could you get off doing that? But at the time, it was the most erotic thing ever."

Gaby didn't say anything, but was breathing hard. Ellen wondered if she was masturbating. She felt like doing it, too, in solidarity, and also because she was also turned on. She slipped her hand down under her panties, slid a finger into her wet slit, gasping with the sensation of penetration. She decided not to say anything about it, or to ask Gaby. Even though that would be so sexy, best not to freak her out. So she just continued her story.

"When it happened, I was drunk and stoned, but I can remember that part pretty well. We were both so wet." Was that a grunt from Gaby? She kept going. "I knew I had his cum inside me, and I realized some of it would get on Heather's pussy. She obviously didn't mind. I think she realized it, and was turned on by it too."

"What was she turned on by?" Gaby croaked, her voice husky.

"Well, that our juicy pussies were rubbing together. And that we were sharing his cum, but not with our mouths, but our pussies... "

"Ohhhhh," Gaby wailed, and Ellen knew her friend was coming. She was close, too, and brought herself over the edge, murmuring, "Rubbing our pussies, sharing his cum, coming together..." and that was it for her.

*****

Later, Ellen told Zach what had happened. (No secrets.) He was amused. "So you had phone sex with her?"

"Well, not exactly. I mean, SHE had phone sex, but it wasn't planned."

"And you didn't?" he asked, slyly. He knew his wife's libido.

"No. Well... not then."

"So... afterwards?"

"Okay, I'm busted. Yes, then, but I don't think she realized it," she admitted, trying to look sheepish, but not succeeding, because she really didn't mind that he knew.

"Well, this is getting good," he said. "Do you have anything left for me?"

"I always have something left for you," she said, smiling, and put a hand on his cock over his pants, knowing it would already be getting hard from her story. She wasn't disappointed.

*****

Afterwards, he was musing. "I don't mind this friendship you have with Gaby. I don't even mind that you get kind of sexy with her."

"You're not... jealous?"

"It might sound strange, but no. It's kind of exciting."

"Yeah, every man's fantasy to watch two women."

"Okay, guilty as charged. Seriously, though," propping himself up on one elbow, "do you feel something for her? You can be honest."

"No. I mean, I don't think so. I don't really want to have sex with her, and I don't think the thought of sex with another woman has ever crossed her mind before now. But I admit... the time when we, when we... "

"Masturbated together," he prompted.

"Yeah. That was pretty hot. I hadn't done that since college, and it was very exciting. Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I'm okay with it. I'm curious how far you'd like things to go."

"Yeah, I get that, and I don't know. I don't want sex to ruin a new friendship. I think she needs a friend, probably more than I do, but I do enjoy her company, in a non-sexual way. So I don't want to mess that up, and cause her more distress, which is even worse."

"I sense a 'but' coming... "

"Well, yeah, if I'm honest. It's been a turn-on... not that it threatens anything we have together," she hastily added.

"I'm not threatened. Just don't kick me out and turn lezzie on me."

"No chance of that," she said, gently stroking his cock, still not completely soft after their lovemaking. "I have gotten kind of fond of this cock."

Later on she said, "I think Gaby is very curious about a three-way. She had all sorts of questions about that time Heather and I had one with that guy, whose name I can't even remember."

"And do you want a three-way?" he asked, seeing his voice neutral.

"No," she said, without hesitation. "No way, so don't get any ideas. I feel like that is something that wouldn't be good for us, and I don't want you to get any ideas about fucking her."

"Well, you'll have to please me all by yourself, then," he said, grinning. Then, "But if I'm totally honest, I admit it would be something to see you two together."

She noticed that he was hard again.

*****

As it turned out, a few weeks later, Gaby found herself hiding in a bedroom closet, peering through a crack where the bifold doors didn't completely close. They were close enough that no one could see her, in the darkness, but there was enough of a gap that she could see into the softly lit bedroom.

She watched as Ellen and Zach made out, undressing as they went, and pausing after each garment or two to kiss and fondle each other. They looked like they were not rushing, but enjoying the process, their excitement building. It wasn't anything like the way she and her husband had approached each other, which was more cursory and matter-of-fact--when it happened at all.

So she watched in fascination as they fell onto the bed, the way Zach took his time licking and sucking Ellen's breasts, and then moving slowly but surely toward her pussy. He settled in between her legs and was licking her, evidence of his experience and his knowledge of how to pleasure her. Gaby was surprised that he didn't just lick her as foreplay, but obviously settled in and took his time, and after several minutes, she watched Ellen come. She'd seen her friend climax the day they had masturbated together, but this was different. There was something more complete or fulfilling in her orgasm, and it was at this point that Gaby realized that she was very wet, and that her hand had found its way under her panties to her slippery clit.

Gaby wanted to come. In fact, she was desperate to come, but she was afraid she might not be able to avoid making a noise and giving herself away. Besides, she wanted to see what would happen next.

Ellen was still on her back and Zach looked ready to mount her in a missionary position, but she motioned for him to lie on his back so she could be on top. Gaby realized with a thrill that Ellen was probably doing this because she knew Gaby was watching, because she wanted to give her a show, so to speak.

Gaby wasn't complaining. She had never seen live sex before, and she was excited enough that it would only take a few strokes of her clitoris to explode, so it was with a great effort that she restrained herself.

On the bed before her eyes, she saw Zach's cock clearly for the first time. It wasn't porn-star huge, but it looked pretty good to her. She watched as Ellen, sweaty and flushed, her nipples hard, straddled her husband, guided his cock through her slippery folds a few times, and then slowly sank down onto him, both of them breathing an "ahhh" at the same moment.

Ellen took her time. She obviously knew her man, knew how to control the action so he didn't come too soon. She would slow down and speed up, at times leaning down so their chests were pressed together, and at times, leading back, her tits shining in the light. Gaby liked those moments, noticed that Ellen sometimes rocked forward and back, and at other times rose up and down on his cock. She liked that, when she could see his hard cock emerge from her, wet with her juices. She always rubbed her clit more insistently at those times, and would have to stop herself before she came, wondering what it would be like to suck his cock with Ellen's juices all over it.

But they could only prolong the inevitable for so long, and eventually their rhythm intensified. Gaby could hear the bed creaking, could hear their breathing, their moans and panting, sounds of pleasure, "Yes, like that, unnnhh," and "so good, so good."

Ellen was rubbing her clit, obviously trying to time her pleasure with her husband's, hoping they could climax together. He seemed to gasp, "So close," or maybe it was "How close?", asking his wife how close she was. Ellen slowed slightly, worked herself forward and back on his cock, which seemed intended to make him last longer.

Then, "Oh, honey, I'm about to come." It was Ellen who said it, her hand flying rapidly on her clit as she moved up and down on his cock, and then she seemed to freeze, quivering halfway down his cock on the downward stroke, and Gaby saw him thrust frantically upward again and again as he was obviously shooting his cum into her.

It was too much for Gaby, and she came hard, stifling her gasps by biting her other arm, feeling her juices flowing onto her fingers and into her wet panties.

Coming to her senses again, she was afraid they had heard her, but they had seemed lost in their own pleasure. They cuddled for a few minutes, and she wondered how she would get out of there without being seen, and then Ellen said, "Why don't you jump in the shower. You're all sweaty," and laughed.

Zach didn't argue, and rose from the bed. He came toward the closet where Gaby was hiding and she thought with a thrill of fear that she would be caught, but he was just on his way to the bathroom. She saw his cock clearly, in its flaccid state now, but still moist with the combined fluids of their lovemaking.

He walked past the closet and into the adjoining bathroom, and it was only a few moments before she heard the shower running.

Letting her know it was safe to make her escape, Ellen came to the closet and opened the doors, but didn't bother trying to cover her nakedness. Gaby was incredibly turned on by what she had seen, and had never felt so wet. She took a moment to gaze at her freshly fucked friend, still flushed from her orgasm. She had never seen anything like this, one more first for her. There was a thin sheen of sweat across Ellen's blushing chest, and her hair was disheveled, but she had never looked lovelier to Gaby. Her nipples were still prominent, and Gaby was aware suddenly of an odor that came from her. Ellen smelled of sex, a combination of sex-sweat, the musk of her pussy, and, just detectable, the smell of Zach's sperm.

She stepped back half a step, looking at Ellen's pussy, the trimmed pubic hair damp and matted, parted by her still-swollen labia, fascinated by the signs of their recent fucking, knowing Ellen's husband's cum was still inside her, even as the first traces of it began to seep out of her slit.

Gaby felt an irresistible urge to hug her friend, didn't know why, and didn't even think about it. She, fully clothed, but also flushed from her own orgasm, embraced the nude body of her friend and felt a thrill run through her. She felt the heat coming off of Ellen's body. It was only for a moment, but the feeling was intense, and then they broke apart.

Ellen said, urgently, "You need to hurry, while he's in the shower. He's probably expecting me to join him. So go, and we'll talk later."

Gaby nodded, not able to form words. She left the room, went downstairs and out the door. When she got home, she was trembling. The last thing she had seen, as she turned away from Ellen, was a trickle of what could only be Zach's cum streaking the inside of her thigh. The image was burned in her mind, and she thought again of Ellen's story of her three-way back in college, rubbing their pussies together while they shared that boy's cum between them.

This memory-image of Ellen's thigh streaked with Zach's cum, and the imagined-image of Ellen and Heather smearing cum over their clits and their pussy hair haunted her, and she came twice to those images before she was able to get to sleep.

Back at Ellen and Zach's, Ellen stepped into the shower once she heard the front door close. He was just starting to soap his genitals. "Let me do that," she said. "You were really good back there," she added.

"Did she like it?" Zach asked.

"Oh, yeah, I could tell she was pretty worked up."

"Did she come?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. She had that flushed look and even seemed a little out of breath. Even if she did come, I bet it won't be the last time today, replaying all of that in her head."

"Yeah," Zach said. The thought of Gaby masturbating made his cock start to harden again.

Ellen noticed. "Well, someone likes the idea." She stroked him gently in the soapy water, and he was fully hard again in a moment, even though he had come only a few minutes before. She turned him to allow the shower spray to rinse off the soap, then turned him so his back was to the shower. Kneeling down, she took the tip of his cock in her mouth, sucked it gently. He moaned.

Looking up at him, she let his cockhead slip from her mouth and licked the underside a few times, gently. "Is that what you're thinking about? What Gaby might be doing right now?" She gave him another quick suck and resumed her teasing monologue. "She got all hot and bothered in that closet. I bet her pussy was all hot and juicy and right now she's at home with her fingers flying over her juicy clit. And do you know what she's thinking about while she's getting herself off? Hmmm?"

He moaned. "Ohhhh."

"She's thinking of your cock. This cock." And she sucked it again a few times. "She saw this cock going in and out of my pussy. My wet pussy. And I bet she's got that image in her head... seeing your hard cock go in and out, all wet with my girl juice... maybe even imagining what it would be like going in and out of her pussy." His cock involuntarily twitched. "Don't get any ideas," she said trying to sound stern, but smiling despite herself. She sucked some more, realizing that the dirty talk, along with her expert fellatio, was getting him close.

"I'd like to have seen that myself, what she was seeing," Ellen mused. "I bet it looked really hot, especially that moment when she knew you were shooting your cum into my pussy." He moaned again, his close-to-coming sound. The dirty talk was working on Ellen, as well, and she couldn't resist giving her pussy a few quick rubs, noticing that she was wet again.

"Maybe the next time, we'll let her into the room to watch us, and she'll be able to see us properly, and we'll see her. I bet she'll be rubbing that pussy while she sees your cock working its magic."

She sucked him a few more strokes, holding her hand over his shaft and under her mouth so that as she moved up and down on his cock he was being stimulated both ways. She knew he was right on the edge and paused a moment, looking up at him and saying, "She'll want to come along with us, stroking her pussy and we'll all come together."

"Ooohhh," he gasped. He was on the edge, all right. She resumed her sucking and stroking, and on the third stroke she felt his cock seem to swell as it pulsed, two, three, four bursts of his cum shooting into her mouth, as she gulped and swallowed.

*****

"If we do this, there are going to be rules." It was several weeks after Gaby had hidden in the closet and watched Ellen and Zach have sex, images of which had fueled Gaby's masturbation fantasies ever since then, and also gave her incentive to explore possible next steps.

Ellen was laying out the conditions for a three-way. "To be clear, if we do this, you and Zach don't fuck. You don't touch him and he doesn't touch you. You're in the room with us, and watching."

"And?" Gaby asked.

"And doing whatever comes natural to you. You can get as close to the action as you want, as long as you 'look but don't touch.'"

It was enough, at least for now. Gaby wasn't sure she really wanted to fuck Zach, and she didn't want to risk wrecking her friendship with Ellen, and especially didn't want to break up her friend's marriage. It would still be plenty exciting.

"Okay," Gaby agreed. "What happens after?"

"After?"

"Well, afterward. I mean... uh..." She was thinking about Ellen's earlier story about the time she and her roommate had had sex after fucking a guy. Although she insisted to herself that she wasn't gay, she fantasized about being sexual with Ellen after Ellen had fucked Zach, wanting to reenact the action in Ellen's story.

Ellen knew what Gaby was thinking, and was not opposed to the idea. In fact, it would be exciting, and she knew that it would give Zach a thrill to see the two women together. She answered, "I think if anything happens between us, it happens. But Zach will be there. That's one of the rules."

Gaby was okay with that. In fact, she was excited at the thought of Zach seeing them.

*****

It was actually happening. Gaby sat in the easy chair of the bedroom, watching Zach and Ellen on the bed. She was wearing bra and panties, because it seemed silly to be fully dressed while watching a naked couple have sex, but she felt just self-conscious enough that she wasn't naked.

Zach had gone down on Ellen, as one of their favorite forms of foreplay, but before they got too far along, she said, "Fuck me now." She moved into an all-fours position, wiggling her ass toward Zach. He took the hint, moving behind her, and stroked his cock through her wet cunt lips a few times before sliding easily into her.

Zach had been slightly surprised by Ellen's move, as they rarely did it this way. He knew it was likely because Ellen wanted to put on a bit of a show for Gaby, and who was he to complain? He enjoyed the rare sensation of her pussy from this angle, and the feel of her ass cheeks as he thrust into her. He cupped her tits with his hands, squeezing them gently and rolling her hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He glanced over at Gaby, saw that she had slipped off her bra, and was tweaking a nipple while her other hand stroked hr pussy over her panties. He knew it was going to take some self-control with all the stimulation from this situation. He and Ellen hadn't had sex the day before, but he had jerked off twice thinking about what was to come, hoping it would give him more stamina.

Gaby went under her panties, feeling the slipperiness of her arousal, then decided, what the hell, and rolled her panties off. She was sitting on a towel that Ellen had thoughtfully provided, and it was a good thing, since she didn't want to stain the chair with her copious juices.

On the bed, Ellen signaled a change in position. Gaby watched Zach's hard cock emerge from Ellen's pussy, shining with wetness. Ellen lay on her back.

They usually didn't switch positions when they made love, but Zach was content to let Ellen be the director of this little production. Besides, the brief intervals when they were rearranging themselves gave him a chance to cool off a bit and prolong things.

Ellen spread her legs, hoping that Gaby had a good angle to view Zach's penetration. And she knew Zach would make the most of it, teasing her by rubbing his cock over her slit, sliding against her clitoris, before entering her.

Zach didn't disappoint. He made quite a show of penetrating his wife, teasing her, at one point letting just the head of his cock slip into her, then pulling it out again. He did this two or three times, until she was practically begging for him to put it all the way in. Then he really improvised, pulling back and giving his slippery cock several strokes with his hand.

This was almost too much for Gaby, as she watched him kneeling between his wife's legs, masturbating with his cock just inches from her open pussy, even bringing his hand to his mouth to wet his fingers (and taste her cunt, she thought), and stroke some more. Gaby couldn't help moaning. "Ooohhhh," and saw Zach glance over. Then, still making eye contact with Gaby, as if to say, "watch this," he pushed his cock down and into Ellen's pussy, going all the way on one stroke. Ellen gasped, feeling herself filled.

Gaby was openly stroking her wet pussy now, not caring what they saw. She knew she could make herself come at any moment, but held back, not wanting to lose a precious second of what she was seeing.

Ellen and Zach fell into a rhythm, sometimes slowing down, sometimes speeding up. He would lean down from time to time and suck her nipples. After awhile, she took his hands and placed them on her tits, pressing down with her hands. She liked feeling his hands grasping her tits when they fucked, not hard enough to hurt her, but firmly.

Ellen looked over at Gaby, her legs spread wide on the chair, her fingers rubbing her clit, and sometimes slipping down into her pussy to gather moisture. This was so exciting! She felt the first stirrings of an orgasm on the horizon, something that rarely happened for her from penetration alone.

Zach shifted slightly, altering the angle of his cock. It was not much of a change, but it was like magic for Ellen. She said, "Oh, yes, oh, yes, keep doing that."

Zach was happy to oblige. He kept up a steady rhythm, even though he felt the muscles in his right thigh beginning to cramp. Work through the pain, he thought to himself, smiling at the thought. It would be worth it.

It was. "Oh, honey," Ellen moaned, "I love you. I'm... I'm... "

She didn't need to say it. He felt her cunt clamp down on his cock as she came, heard her sudden deep intake of breath, felt her body arch underneath him, then she exhaled with an "Ohhhhhh," shuddering with the spasms of aftershocks. He held his cock still, so that nothing was in the way of his feeling her contractions. Even not thrusting, it was all he could do to keep from exploding, with the rare, sweet sensation of her coming on his cock. He was right on the edge, and was about to surrender to orgasm, when he remembered the situation. Maybe Ellen wanted a money shot for Gaby. He resumed slow, shallow thrusts, just enough to keep him close but not enough to go over.

"Ellen, I'm so close..." he breathed. "Where..." he started to say.

Beginning to recover from her own climax, Ellen knew he was asking her where he should come, which he didn't usually do, so it must be for Gaby's benefit. She gave him some mental points for having a shred of awareness of the situation. Let Gaby decide, she thought.

"Gaby, honey, where should he come?" she asked.

Gaby, splayed lewdly across the chair rubbing her clit, said without hesitation, "In you..." then added, "In your pussy," as if it needed further clarification. But really, it was because Gaby wanted to hear herself say the words.

That was just fine with Zach. He picked up the pace. Ellen's pussy felt so tight after her climax. It was like fucking a virgin, he imagined, since he'd never had the experience personally. Only a very juicy one, as Ellen's tight pussy was also really wet, and his balls were coated with her fluids. He could hear his cock sloshing with each thrust, and hoped Gaby could hear it, too. Then he let himself feel the sweet release as he pumped his cum into his wife. He didn't know when he had ever come so hard. He collapsed on her chest, both of them sweating from the effort. Several seconds passed, then he slipped out of her, and rolled over to lie beside her, as they both caught their breaths.

What would happen now, Gaby was thinking. She was suddenly self-conscious, and moved her legs together, sitting upright in the chair. She had been uninhibited while the action was going on before her, but now felt embarrassed. What's more, she hadn't come, holding herself back to see what would happen next, and she thought that it would be unfair if she were the only one of the three who didn't get an orgasm out of this. One that she desperately needed. She felt the awkwardness of the moment, wishing she had made herself come when they did.

Then Zach surprised her by getting up from the bed. He looked at Gaby, and just said, "Your turn," giving her permission. Gaby hesitated a moment, but she had come this far, and it was like, put up or shut up time. So she stood up, moving toward the bed as he moved toward the chair--just a few steps. As he passed her, she saw that his cock was still semi-hard, still wet, and for a millisecond, she felt an almost irresistible urge to touch it. Her hand actually started moving, as if by its own volition, and the thought, "Get a grip, girl" crossed her mind, and she smiled at the irony, because getting a grip was something that she literally did not need to do right now.

So she went to the bed, and lay beside Ellen--the sheets still warm--while Zach sat down in the chair, to see what would happen next.

Ellen had rolled on her side, toward Gaby. As Gaby settled down beside her friend, she saw the flush across her chest and neck, the thin sheen of sweat, her hair disheveled, similar to the way she had looked the time Gaby had hidden in the closet. To her, Ellen was freshly fucked, and never looked more beautiful. What am I thinking, Gaby thought. I'm not gay. And yet she felt so much desire she could hardly stand it. She felt like her senses were under assault. Again she noticed that Ellen smelled of sex, an aromatic cocktail of sweat, pussy, and semen.

Gaby glanced down, again noticing Ellen's damp and matted public hair, the labia still swollen from their recent fucking, and again thinking about Ellen's husband's cum that was still inside her, wondering when the first traces of it would begin to seep out of her slit.

Zach watched the two women. He was a fan of lesbian porn, but this was the first time he had ever seen two women together for real. There wasn't a lot to see just yet, he realized, because Ellen and Gaby were lying facing each other, kissing, but he could see their arms moving slightly, imagining that they were stroking each other's pussies.

Ellen was afraid to spook her friend, knowing it was her first girl-girl experience, so she moved slowly. She had her fingers over the upper part of Gaby's pussy, moving slowly in circles, but not letting her fingers inside her slit. Gaby, though, was surprisingly bold, sliding a finger down between Ellen's lips until it reached her opening, and then moving a little way inside. She was determined to feel some of the cum that Zach had deposited in her, and she wasn't disappointed. She knew right away that it was even slipperier than pussy juice alone. I'm touching his cum, she thought, trembling with excitement.

For Zach, it was really happening. No porn video could capture the reality of it. For one thing, the room practically reeked of sex. Practically, hell, the room DID reek of sex. He heard them breathing and the occasional moans. He could hear the sound of skin sliding on skin, and he thought he could hear wet sounds as they caressed each other, but he couldn't see what they were doing, and wasn't aware that Gaby was fingering his wife and marveling in the sensation of his cum inside her.

His cock was hard, and he couldn't resist giving it a few squeezes and light strokes. He saw a hint of color out of the corner of his eye. Something pale blue. He looked away from the women for a moment, and saw something crumpled on the floor in front of the chair.

Gaby's panties.

Omigod, he thought. Could he? It was risky, but he couldn't resist. Glancing at the women, who were still absorbed in each other, and trying not to move much so that he wouldn't attract their attention, he reached down and retrieved them.

He slowly but carefully located the part of the panties that had been in contact with Gaby's pussy. The panties were more than a little damp. Still watching the women, he took a quick sniff. Gaby's scent filled his nostrils. It was strong, almost pungent, but incredibly arousing. He felt his heart pounding, felt his cock harden completely. Glancing down at the sheer fabric, he noticed one part of the gusset that was especially wet. In fact... yes... he could hardly believe it. There was actually a spot of milky liquid that hadn't been absorbed by the saturated fabric.

He knew he could get into trouble if caught, but he had to risk it. He had to taste her. And quickly, because they were changing positions.

He held the garment up to his face, inhaling again the musk, and then licked the creamy essence of Gabrielle.

Oh, she was tangy, all right. It suited her. Quiet and shy, from what Ellen had said, but a lot of passion within. The tangy taste of female arousal. It was incredible.

His reverie was interrupted by Gaby exclaiming to Ellen, "Fuck, I want you.... I fucking want you. I want to fuck you."

Oh, yes, the quiet ones, when their long-suppressed passions were unleashed. On the bed, he saw that the women had shifted position, with Ellen taking the lead as the more experienced one, moving into a position with her on top, positioning her leg so that her thigh was against Gaby's pussy, and in turn, working her pussy on Gaby's thigh.

As she first began to move from lying beside Gaby, Ellen had seen her husband with his face buried in her friend's panties. Oddly, she wasn't jealous or angry, but found it exciting. Let him enjoy it, let him have a whiff of Gaby. It added to the eroticism of the moment, a hint of wildness reminiscent of her days back in college. She didn't want him to know she had seen, so as she moved into position on top of Gaby, she didn't look his way, but watched him with her peripheral vision, and saw him lick the crotch of Gaby's panties. Oh, my, that was really sexy. He was tasting her.

Ellen settled into a rhythm with Gaby, moving as if she were fucking her. It had been a long time, and it felt good.

Zach had managed to pull himself away from smelling and licking Gaby's panties, pushed them out of sight beside him on the chair, and focused on what the women were doing. They were tribbing, which wasn't something that was especially sexy to him when he saw it on video, but in person, it was pretty hot. As he watched, stroking his cock, he wondered if they could come this way, or what else he might see. Would they 69, eating each other out? Or would Ellen go down on Gaby? He knew she had done things like that in college, figured Gaby probably hadn't, but wondered it it would go that far. Would his wife actually eat pussy in front of him? It was exciting to think about.

Don't be greedy, he told himself; this was just fine as it was. Whatever happened was incredible.

Gaby was excited, too. She was still sure she wasn't gay, but this girl-girl thing was pretty good. Still, as exciting as the pussy-to-leg contact was, she wanted something more. She wanted pussy-to-pussy, she wanted to see if they could get their clits together. Was that even possible? Whatever, she wanted it.

Ellen slipped her finger inside Gaby's pussy, feeling another woman's pussy for the first time in years. Yes, Ellen thought.

Yes, Gaby thought, feeling Ellen's finger slide through her wet folds and then she almost couldn't believe what she was doing as she in turn slipped her finger into Ellen's pussy again, this time swirling it for a moment, marveling at the sensations of the juices from the two lovers. Pussy juice and man-cum. She visualized his hard cock thrusting inside that wet pussy, then spurting bursts of cum into her depths, shooting his load, spraying the walls of her pussy, then their mingled juices churning into a froth as his cock pistoned in and out of her. Then those same walls of her pussy convulsing as Ellen's orgasm took her, squeezing his hard cock, the two of them shuddering with their release. Gasping with the delight of cock and cunt, that age-old symphony of sensation.

They had both climaxed. Now Gaby wanted the liquid essence of their orgasms in her pussy, so that she could add her own cream to the cocktail they had made. With Ellen's finger still inside her, Gaby withdrew her finger from Ellen's pussy and put it into her mouth, tasting the salty, slightly bitter semen along with the more familiar tang of pussy juice. Omigod, she's tasting me, Ellen thought, and then realized that it was Zach's cum that Gaby wanted, that's what was turning her on. The story about her and Heather and that guy. Then Gaby slipped her finger into Ellen again, pulled it out, wet with male and female essence, and when she touched it to her clit, she jerked, like an electric shock, almost climaxing at the touch of it. She shuddered.

"Oh, gawd," Gaby moaned. Then, "Rub your pussy against me." She needed to feel Ellen's pussy against hers, the pussy full of her husband's cum. She shifted, pushing herself up on her elbows. Ellen understood, and moved until they were in a scissoring position. They both worked themselves around until their pussies touched.

They moved against each other, gradually falling into a rhythm. It was good, really good, but Gaby needed more. She thrust harder, moved up and down more. She wanted her clit inside Ellen's pussy, if that was even possible. Worth trying. She wanted her own clit to be bathed in those magic juices, the cream from Zach's balls and the cream from Ellen's cunt mixing with her own cunt cream, a cocktail of two women and one man.

Ellen knew that Gaby wanted Zach's cum on her pussy, too. Okay, she thought, why not? She pressed herself harder against Gaby, rubbing their pussies together, confident that some of his cum was getting on her. She contracted her pelvic muscles several times, the Kegel exercise, to make sure. There was a lot of juice at this point, covering both of their cunts, and there was little doubt that some of his cum was part of the sexual cocktail they were making.

Ellen had stopped thrusting, was tensed, quivering, but still in contact with Gaby's pussy, as she worked her pelvic muscles. Gaby kept going, sliding frantically up and down against Ellen's crotch, feeling the wetness, the curls of her pubic hair. Almost, almost, just a little more. Just a little more. She was panting with the effort.

It was almost enough. They were getting there, breathing hard now and both moaning. Ellen was close, Gaby knew, then she felt Ellen's hand rubbing her own clit. Gaby knew it was because Ellen was so close and couldn't resist, wanted to go over the top.

Zach was watching this scene with fascination and getting himself closer and closer to a climax as he worked his cock. At this point, almost lost in her own passion, Ellen glanced over, recognizing the signs. Her husband was going to come in a few moments. Part of her mind was working out the possibilities. "Gaby," she managed to gasp out. "Zach is going to come. Where do you want him to?"

Gaby was on the edge, herself. She hadn't come up to this point, and she felt herself on the brink of a big one. But she found herself unable to speak.

Ellen slowed her own stroking slightly, and spoke for her friend. "Zach, honey," she said, her voice husky. "I think Gaby wants you to come on her, don't you, Gaby?"

Gaby could only nod, breathing hard.

Despite being close to coming herself, Ellen still had enough of the director in her, and said, "Oh, baby, I think she wants you to come on her tits. Come over here."

Zach got to his feet, still stroking his cock, moved the few steps over to the bed. He was right next to the women who were humping each other frantically. He knew he was about to come. This was unreal. Ellen wanted him to come on another woman?

Gaby looked at Zach's hand stroking his hard cock, inches away from her, half turned her chest toward him so her tits were even with his cock.

"Do it," Ellen gasped, stroking her clit now, the motion also stimulating Gaby's, they were that close together. For Ellen, just speaking the words "Do it," giving her husband permission to come on another woman, was enough to unleash her orgasm.

Looking at Gaby's eyes, which met his briefly before she looked again at his stroking and he looked down at the luscious tits on display for him, Zach's cock exploded, streaking Gaby's tits and neck with his cum, a copious amount even though it was his second climax of the evening.

And then it happened. Feeling the cum splashing on her for the first time in her life, hearing Ellen wailing, "Omigod, I'm coming, I'm coming," Gaby climaxed as well. She was coming. He was coming on her. And she was coming against Ellen's pussy, churning the juices into a froth, and then she felt something she had never felt before. A pulsing. Once. Twice. Three times, and she realized she was squirting. She was ejaculating all over their joined cunts, adding her juices to that lusty cocktail. "Unnnhhh," she grunted, pushing hard a final time against Ellen, who was still spasming with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, and then collapsing back, exhausted. Drenched in sweat and pussy juice and Zach's cum. Zach's cum, on her tits and on her pussy.

It was a night none of them would ever forget.