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Stacy and I met as sorority sisters in college and have been soul sisters since. Our relationship blossomed into true sisterhood in a way only possible as roommates in a sorority house. We both arrived at college looking for more than a good education; we came to have fun. It was like showing up for a four-year all-inclusive vacation with academic requirements on the side. Three years after graduating, we are now 25 and working. Little else has changed.
Stacy is a blonde knockout Southern Belle. She has been a man-magnet from day one, turning heads of envious women and lust-filled men long before we met. She is a statuesque five foot eight, with long blond hair, stunning blue eyes, fair complexion and a radiant smile. Her body is the mold for fit feminine perfection with round 36D firm breasts, tight abs and ass displayed atop long elegant legs.
If Stacy’s body wasn’t enough, her personality makes her irresistible. She is sweet, playful, smart and determined. Stacy uses everything she has to get anything she wants.
My name is Monique. I am five foot nine, with short dark hair, high cheekbones, blue eyes and olive skin. My body is more slender, with 32B tits showcasing engorged nipples, and a small tight ass. Much of my height is due to my long legs, fit from training for occasional triathlons. I grew up as a tomboy, but have since learned the benefits of femininity from my roommate.
Stacy and I compliment each other in ways that are surreal. We know what the other is thinking and can finish one another’s sentences. We both appreciate what we have, yet are not shy about using our “assets” to get what we want. We are also both fiercely competitive. Our competitiveness makes us unstoppable as a team, and playful with each other. As Stacy always says, “winning isn’t personal, winners just use what they have to get what they want.”
Our first three years of college were filled with parties, concerts, frat invitations and the all-around enjoyment of men. Stacy and I even shared one spontaneous night of drunken intimacy our junior year after a wild sorority party. We were so comfortable with each other after rooming for more than two years that the sex felt natural and sizzling. We are both hot-blooded women who love men, with no interest in a lesbian relationship. But we both also love sex, and that night together was all about pleasuring each other for hours until we fell asleep naked, wrapped in one another’s arms. It was the greatest experience of oral sex I have ever had. Stacy knew what she loves from the touch of a skilled tongue and lips, and unleashed her passion on my desperate pussy as if it were her own. My body succumbed to wave after wave of orgasms that left me wrecked. I was only glad to reciprocate. There was something magical in that night, and our relationship ever since.
Everything changed our last year of college, when Stacy started dating Tony. Tony was another example of Stacy’s ability to date anyone she wanted. They met in a class, but their relationship took off through extramural activity. Tony is a six foot four athlete with a muscular build. He has sandy brown hair, dark eyes and a quite possibly the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. He is intelligent, playful, has a great sense of humor, and can handle’s Stacy strong personality, which is no small accomplishment. Crowds stop at their magnificence when the two of them walk down the street or into a room together. They are beautiful.
I knew Tony was special when Stacy became almost exclusive with him. The many reasons for Stacy to choose Tony seemed obvious, on the outside. What wasn’t to love about Tony? But Stacy frequently boasted to me that there was one quality about Tony that was worth giving up her freedom for. With all of the men she had known, she had never met anyone who could perform sexually like Tony. “No one makes love to me like Tony, no one can take me like he does. There are men who are good lovers, and then there is my lover who is the ultimate man,” Stacy boasted. After dating a little over two years, Tony popped the question six months ago, and in only three short months they will be married. I will be her maid of honor.
Chapter One
“Hey sexy, you look hot,” I said to Stacy as I walked up to the bar she was sitting at. She was wearing a low cut red cocktail dress with matching four-inch heels. People and music filled the popular establishment. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of us to grab drinks on a Friday evening during happy hour, before beginning any weekend plans we had.
“Thank you,” Stacy answered, turning her bar stool around toward my familiar voice. “You look hot yourself.” I wore a shimmering short blue top without a bra, complimented by a black miniskirt to show off my legs, with three-inch heels.
We sat and talked for an hour, enjoying the soft buzz from the drinks, and the usual attention of men being more than obvious in their hope for a Friday night score. Most of them would be glad for either of us; some almost cum their pants when we tease them about both of us going home with them. The attention and free drinks are recreational, like fishing in a fish tank. If someone comes on too strong, Stacy just flashes the large rock on her left hand, and the fish scurry.
Beyond the drinks, we mostly just love catching up at the end of a long week, especially if Stacy’s weekend plans involve being alone with Tony and his legendary sex. After a few drinks and all the usual attention from men at the bar, Stacy always turns the conversation to her favorite topic, sex. She almost always details the plans and hopes she has for the weekend with Tony. Tonight was no different.
“After all that Tony did for me last week, I’ve decided to take the initiative all weekend and seduce the hell out of him,” she shared.
“That sounds hot,” I answered. “What are you going to do?”
“To start, I ordered a four-course fancy meal with wine that I’ll pick up on the way over to his place before he gets home from work. I’m going to fill the place with candles and soft music. When he comes home, he’ll kick his shoes off like he always does, and then my seduction begins. We’ll start with drinks and slow dancing to put him in the mood before I serve the appetizer. The fun begins when I whisper in his ear that before every course is served, we choose one piece of clothing to remove from the other person. I’ll build suspense and anticipation with a little rule that any part of the body still clothed is off limits to touch, but anything uncovered is free to have our way with any way we want.
“Gawd, you’re making me wet just thinking about it.”
“What makes it better, is the only thing I am wearing under this dress is my skimpiest thong,” she said with a sexy smile. “By the time we get to the salad, my entire body will be available to him.”
“Damn Stacy, it doesn’t get more gourmet than that!” I fantasized.
“I’m going to mercilessly tease him, not taking off his boxers until we get to the final course. I’ll stretch each course out, toying with him in every possible way. Knowing Tony, he’ll be ready to explode by the time we get to dessert. His dick will be aching for me. What a dessert it will be!”
“Shit, he WILL be the dessert!” I answered. “He’s going to serve you more fresh Crème Brule a’ la Tony than you can swallow!”
“He’d love that,” Stacy said. “I just don’t,” Stacy’s voice trailed off.
“Don’t what?” I asked excitedly, imagining the delicacy of Tony’s endless cum pouring down my best friend’s beautiful throat.
“Swallow,” Stacy finished with a whisper. “I’ll do anything he wants, but I don’t like to swallow,” she repeated.
“What?” I asked stunned.
“I just can’t, I never have,” she tried to explain. “Tony is patient and understanding about it. I think it goes back to my Southern upbringing. Even when I’m giving him a blow job, I either pull off and spray his cum all over me or I jump him to fill my pussy.”
“Nothing about Southern upbringing in that, girl,” I argued. “I know Southern debutants who swallow so much cum from their men they consider it one of their essential basic food groups.”
Stacy laughed. “I know, you’re right. No one is probably better at wrapping their lips around a man than us Southern girls.”
We both emptied our drinks and ordered another.
“Tony begs me to swallow him,” she confessed. “He loves the way my lips feel around him. He loves the way my tongue works him over.”
“I can vouch for that,” I said with a smile. “And as I recall, you drank me dry all night long.”
Stacy smiled again. “Yes I did, and you weren’t so bad yourself.” We clanked our glasses as a toast to fond memories.
“I sometimes dream about giving Tony the best head of his life, draining and swallowing every drop from him. Then I wake up.”
Her words sent the fleeting thought of how many women would love to satisfy her Tony orally. I can only imagine how big and satisfying his dick would be from all that Stacy has said. She has bragged about being drenched and bathed in his cum. To drink from him would be a four-course meal itself. I felt my pussy moisten at the thought.
“A lot of women out there would love the chance to drink from that fountain,” I said, playfully licking my lips.
Stacy smiled her confident grin. “Not a chance. He’s too loyal. He would never do anything to risk losing all of this,” she said confidently running both hands down her sexy body. “As much as he may want it, he’d rather have this.”
“You sound pretty sure. No one could seduce him?” I asked.
“No one,” she bolstered. “Not even you making your best seductive moves,” she added with a wink and a smile. “And I know how good you are.”
Her words felt like an unsolicited challenge. “What do you mean not even me?” I asked, feeling a little defensive.
“I didn’t mean that as a dis Monique,” she said. “What man wouldn’t want you? There isn’t a man out there who could resist your moves, except for Tony. The only reason my Tony can resist you, is because he has me.”
“That sounds like a dare,” I said half playfully and half seriously.
“Take it how you want,” Stacy said confidently. “I’m just saying.”
An awkward tension rose between us. I knew what Stacy meant, and was glad for the relationship and confidence she shared with Tony. I swallowed my pride, but felt a growing desire to swallow Tony. Stacy pushed my competitive button. Of all people, she should know better. I tried to shake it off.
“Well, speaking of him having me, I better get going. I have a dinner to serve.” Stacy gave me a sisterly peck on the cheek with a smile. “Don’t go and do anything I wouldn’t,” she whispered with a wink. She sauntered out the room, leaving me alone in a fish tank full of hungry fish.
I couldn’t help but still feel the sting of her challenge. She was right that I could bed most any man. I will probably take my pick of those at the bar tonight, and use him all night long for my sexual pleasure.
There is something irritating when someone tells me I can have every option but one. It’s like someone telling a child they can have any toy but that one in the middle. It’s like a man telling a woman they can have any jewel but the one in that special case. It’s like another woman telling me I can get any man but theirs. The toy or jewel, or in this case, the man I’m told I can’t have becomes the one I want the most. Could Tony really resist my seduction, if given the chance?
Stacy’s words swirled around my head like the ice in my glass: “don’t go and do anything I wouldn’t.” Ironically, the one thing she wouldn’t do is the one thing I now want most, and I want it from the one person she said I couldn’t get. I couldn’t help but appreciate the double entendre of her invitation to “take it how I want.”
Maybe it was the drinks, but my competitive juices flowed as if racing toward a triathlon finish line. I run to win, I compete for the prize. I began to strategize. I have no desire to take Tony from Stacy, only to give him the one thing she won’t, and the one thing I now want most. Is it OK to want to taste another woman’s man, especially my best friend? I know the answer is usually no, but the serious thought of it never occurred until she practically dared me. She didn’t deny the challenge. She reveled in the thought she had someone I couldn’t get, and practically taunted me to give her the pleasure of proving it. As Stacy often says, it’s not personal, it’s just a winner using what they have to take what they want.
I would only have three months to answer the challenge. For now, Tony is officially single and fair game. In three months, the finish line is drawn on their wedding day. Tonight he would be hers. But the next three months are mine, to find a way to take Tony the one way Stacy won’t.
Chapter Two
The next Saturday, Tony and Stacy invited some friends over for an afternoon BBQ and outdoor games at Tony’s place. It was a hot afternoon and people dressed accordingly. I wore my sexiest neon green string bikini with short blue jean cut-off shorts. One of the gifts of this swimsuit is it leaves very little to the imagination, especially when wet. The other dozen guests similarly showed off their physiques with various stages of undress, suitable for a summer gathering. Stacy looked stunning in her tropical bikini and white short shorts. Seriously, who can compete with that body of hers?
I took every opportunity during the first couple hours to begin a low-level seduction of Tony. It was nothing unusual or obvious: a gentle touch on his back or leg, laughter at his jokes, coy looks, bending down to grab a beer from the cooler in a way that gifted him with a full view of my breasts with swollen nipples, followed by eye-contact with a smile. Everyone was feeling the positive effects of the beer and other drinks. With the party in full swing and the outdoor games underway, I saw Tony go into the kitchen to replenish food for the outdoor tables. Stacy was enthralled in one of the games. I followed Tony in.
“Hey Tony,” I said with an unapologetic seductive voice, “nice party.”
“Oh, you surprised me Monique,” Tony said genuinely as he turned around. “Glad you could come,” he said.
“I love to come,” I said, allowing an intentional pause before adding, “to your parties.” I ran my fingers up and down the front strings of my bikini. My body glistened with sweat from the heat of the afternoon and the moment standing alone in the kitchen with Tony. “You look great,” I complimented, looking up and down his toned body, covered only by a pair of running shorts.
“Ah, thanks,” Tony said appreciating the compliment but feeling a little awkward with my obvious flirtation. “So do you.”
“I’m glad you think so. I actually wore this little thing for you.” The sexual tension rose another notch. “So, you are officially single for just a little less than three months now.”
“Yep, tying the knot. Hard to believe.”
“No more playing around, sampling the variety and delicacies out there like you can now, while you’re still single.”
“I guess so,” he said. “Glad to have Stacy. She’s something else.”
“Yes she is,” I agreed. “She is that something else you will enjoy for the rest of your life. Everything she is, everything she does, and every thing she doesn’t do, for the rest of your life.”
“Yep,” he said. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Which makes these next several weeks a unique opportunity like you will never have again Tony.”
“How do you mean?” he asked.
“To live. To play. To enjoy everything and everyone you can enjoy now, but won’t be able to after you are married.”
“Like what? Like who?” Tony asked genuinely.
“Like me,” I answered boldly, running my hands across my body. “Like this.”
“Are you coming on to me?” Tony asked, surprised but also flattered.
“This is your time to have fun, Tony, with no consequences. I’m just saying I know there are some things, at least one, that Stacy won’t do in bed, as much as she wants to. There isn’t one thing I won’t do Tony. The beauty of it is there are no strings attached. No expectations. Pure fun, purely physical. It would be two friends enjoying wild, unlimited sex while they can, before one of them goes off and gets married to the other’s best friend. Stacy doesn’t have to know. It’s an opportunity just about every man I know wished they had before they got married. I’m giving that opportunity to you.”
It was impossible for Tony’s small running shorts to hide his arousal and interest in my proposal. “Ah, I’m flattered Monique. I really am. As tempting as it is, I just can’t, with Stacy and all.”
“Glad you find me tempting,” I interrupted. “If there was ever a time to allow yourself the pleasures of temptation, it’s in these next few weeks before you are married.”
“Ah, yeah,” Tony stammered. “That’s true, but dangerous,” he said glancing out the window to see his guests and his fiancé still preoccupied with the games outside.
“Actually, think about it Tony. I’m your safest option, and by coincidence, your most willing option. Someone else out there wouldn’t know and love Stacy like I do. I would never want to hurt her. Our secret would be more safe with me than anyone else,” I added with a wink. “No need to decide now lover, but time is running out. Take it or leave it. Once your wedding day comes, the offer goes away forever. Until then, well, it’s limited only by your imagination.”
I gave him a peck on the cheek with a slight caress of his abdomen before turning to allow him to watch me walk out of the room. “Think about it, Tony,” I said as I disappeared around the corner. “The ball’s in your court.” His facial expression and the tent of his shorts told me my plan of seduction was well underway.
Tony’s head swirled. My proposal seduced him on many levels: his logic, emotions and male lust. He wrestled whether to tell Stacy, or to keep even my proposal a secret. He didn’t want to risk ruining the friendship his fiancé and her maid of honor had enjoyed for so many years, especially right before the wedding.
After the party guests had left, Stacy was helping Tony clean up from the party. “I saw Monique come in while the games were going on,” she said. I was reminded how nothing gets past her. “What did you two talk about?”
“To be honest, she kind of came on to me,” Tony said honestly.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” she answered. “She has always thought you were sexy. I even dared her to try to seduce you, knowing you are so loyal.”
“You dared her to come on to me?” Tony asked. “You two talked about this?”
“I guess we did,” Stacy said with a smile. “I told her she could give it her best shot, but I knew you were loyal to this.” Stacy ran her hands down her body again as she had with me in the bar.
“That’s kind of hot,” Tony said impressed. I’m suddenly ready for another four-course meal like we had last weekend,” he said playfully, as he reached up to remove her bikini top.
“Sounds good to me,” she answered, “then I’ll take those shorts.” Stacy and Tony made love the rest of the evening, fueled by the passion of my proposal.
As impassioned as their sex was, Tony couldn’t shake the boldness and opportunity of my offer. There was no question about his love for Stacy, but the seed of my invitation had planted in his imagination and began to germinate. No one was more attractive to him than Stacy, but that didn’t mean he didn’t find me and other women desirable. Somehow the temptation was more tantalizing knowing my seduction was a dare from Stacy. He knew I would never do anything to hurt her. Tony struggled to shake the realization that his days as a single man were numbered. So were the opportunities that come along with being single. My seduction infiltrated his imagination in a way that preoccupied his day and night dreams.
Chapter Three
I waited several days before initiating more contact, to allow Tony’s imagination to do its work for me. The way had been paved for bolder advances and conversations. The following Friday, Stacy and I met at the bar again, for our usual rendezvous.
“Tony tells me you tried to come on to him,” Stacy said with a self-satisfied smile as soon as I sat down.
“Tried, is the key word,” I answered. “He shut me down pretty fast,” I lied. “I only gave it a try because you dared me to. You know I never back down from a dare.”
“No you don’t. I don’t usually say, ‘I told you so,’ but when it comes to Tony, I told you so.”
“Touché.”
Stacy raised her glass for a toast. “If it’s any consolation, there is no one I would rather have try to seduce Tony than you.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said faking defeat as our glasses pressed together. I relished Stacy’s false sense of security. She knows my weaknesses, but I also know hers. At the top of the list is her over-confidence. I was just getting started with my seduction of Tony. She of all people should have known I don’t give up so easily.
“Hey, Tony and I are going to grab dinner tonight at the French place down the street. Want to join us?”
“Do you want me to join you?” I asked honestly.
“Absolutely,” she said with resolved confidence. “You’re coming.” Stacy texted Tony to let him know I would be joining them for dinner.
“Sounds nice,” I said. “I’d love to.”
We met Tony at the restaurant. I sat across from the beautiful couple at a small table in the corner of the dimly lit quaint French restaurant. We enjoyed a nice leisurely dinner, a couple bottles of wine and light-hearted conversation. Within minutes of sitting, Tony began throwing glances at me in ways I have never experienced before. If I know one thing, it is when a man is trying to flirt with me, even if he is doing it right under the nose of his fiancé sitting next to him. Although he was careful to be inconspicuous, his message was clear through flashes of his irresistible smile, his sultry eye contact and glances toward my cleavage. After a half an hour of his covert flirtation, I decided to test my intuition. As we ate and talked, I slowly slipped my foot out of my high heel, moved it under the table toward Tony, and began to gently rub the back of his leg. I looked up to catch eyes with Tony to read his response. He met my glance with a smile. I kept my under-the-table attention up as the three of us continued our dinner and conversation.
Half way through our main course, Stacy excused herself to go to the restroom.
“Stacy is sure beautiful,” I complimented.
“Yes she is,” he said boastfully.
“I mean sexy,” I continued. “She has an incredible body. ”
“That she does,” Tony agreed.
“Sometimes when I see her looking so sexy, it reminds me of one night in college, in our sorority house, when we,” I let my voice trail off.
“What?” Tony asked.
“Oops, swore to secrecy on that.”
“I know all about that story,” Tony said. “Stacy told me. I wish I could have been there to watch,” he added with a smile.
“If you were there, you would be doing more than watching,” I answered, as my foot moved higher on the inside of his leg toward his package.
Tony smiled approvingly.
“Anyway, based on my experience, I can only imagine what it must be like to have those beautiful lips around that deserving dick of yours, sucking you dry and swallowing every drop.”
Tony’s face showed both shock at the boldness of my words, and disappointment.
“Oh that’s right, you’re fiancé doesn’t go there. When you are married, you will never experience the pure oral pleasure of every drop of your sweet cum being savored down a thirsty throat,” I teased mercilessly with a smile.
“You’re heartless,” Tony said. “Very good, but heartless.”
“If I’m that good, then let’s have a little fun right now, since you’re still single and all.” I moved my foot against his dick beneath the table. It immediately hardened under the pressure. “Ah, I see you like that.” I wrapped my toes around his shaft and skillfully began to massage it.
“Monique,” he said offering a unconvincing protest.
I continued my verbal seduction. “Have you thought about my proposal Tony?” I asked. “Time is running out. Only two months left. I will do anything, including drink you like a fine French wine.”
“I can’t Monique,” he said.
“I didn’t ask if you can or can’t Tony. I asked what you want. Do you want me, my body? Do you want the opportunity to do anything you want? Do you want anything goes sex with no strings attached and complete secrecy before you get married? Yes or no, do you want it?”
“Easy with the foot,” he said, “you’re going to make me cum.”
“Just the beginning,” I promised. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at me tonight Tony. You’ve been teasing me, leading me on. I think you want it. Your dick seems to enjoy it. If you like how it feels with my foot, imagine what my lips can do. You see, when I get thirsty Tony, there’s no stopping what I will do.” I increased the pace of my foot massage on his dick. “And Tony, I’m thirsty.”
Tony’s body squirmed. His chair had nowhere to go, pushed against the wall in the corner of the darkly lit restaurant. “Come on Monique, I’m getting close.” Tony whispered. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Not like I want to make you cum,” I answered, “and not like I think you want me to,” I added with a smile. “Just tell me the truth. No bullshitting, yes or no. If there is absolutely nothing in you that wants to have your way with me, just say ‘no’ and I will let it go and never ask again. But if there is any part of you that wants it, then say yes.” I increased the pace and pressure of my foot against his dick. “Answer me before Stacy gets back, and it better be the truth, or I am going to fill your pants right now with warm milk.”
Tony smiled in amazement at my boldness and determination. “Damn, you’re relentless,” he said. Within seconds, the front of his pants would be soaked with cum. He felt caught between a rock and a hard place, or more accurately, my foot and a hard dick. There were two possible answers to my question, the answer he thought he should give as an engaged man, and there was the truth. We both knew the truth. Tony’s suspense and imminent orgasm grew at the sight of Stacy now walking back across the room toward our table.
“Yes, damn it,” he whispered, trying desperately to look natural as Stacy moved closer with each step. “Now take your foot off my dick before I blow.”
“I didn’t quite hear you,” I teased. “Did you say you’ll let me to suck you off and drink you dry, and fuck me all night long?” My bare foot continued it’s relentless work.
“Yes, damn it, yes. You’re going to make me cum. Stacy is almost here.”
Tony gasped as I pulled my foot off his dick. His swollen cock throbbed in agony for relief. Pre-cum soaked his head. “You better be ready for what I want to do to you,” Tony said in a sultry committed voice.
“Sounds like you’ve already thought about it,” I answered with a confident smile. “I’m ready right now, if you want.” He knew I wasn’t kidding.
Stacy smiled as she arrived back at the table and took her seat. “Well, you two look like you are talking about something important.”
“Just about how beautiful you are,” I answered.
“Yes we were. I’m sure every table in this restaurant was talking about how beautiful you are as you walked across the room,” Tony added. You are stunning.” Tony’s dick was still firm and throbbing from my tease.
“Well thank you darling. Flattery will get you everywhere,” Stacy said as she leaned over and gave Tony a kiss for his compliment. Her hand next to him instinctively slid across the top of his leg to give his dick a squeeze under the table. She was surprised to find his member rock hard.
“Just watching you walk across the room makes me hard,” he whispered in her ear.
Stacy blushed, and rubbed her hand again across the front of his pants, down the length of his hardened member. “I love the way you feel,” she whispered back in his ear. “It turns me on.”
I pretended not to notice the exchange, with a sudden interest with the food on my plate.
“This is so good,” Stacy said as she picked up her fork with her other hand and took a bite from her plate, in a weak attempt to hide the attention she was giving to Tony under the table. She continued her massage, applying firm pressure to him with the heel of her hand. “If food were sex, I’d be cumming right now.”
Tony’s body squirmed at Stacy’s affection under the table. Stacy had no idea how much I had prepared his dick for her to finish him and how true her words were about to be for him.
I stretched my foot under the table to caress the back of Stacy’s bare legs, as Tony had experienced from me earlier in the dinner. Stacy immediately looked up at me with a smile. “If food were sex, I’d love to feed it to you,” I said in an honest sultry voice. “I certainly wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted,” I added with a glance at her arm that led to Tony’s lap.
Stacy intensified the pressure on Tony’s dick and pushed it past the point of no return. “I never stop until I get what I want either,” she said with a smile. “Right Tony.”
Tony’s body began to shudder in his chair. Cold chills covered his tingling body. He tried feverishly to not draw any attention from others in the restaurant, but this orgasm had grown more intense than most. “Oh God,” he whispered to Stacy, “you’re going to take me.”
“Yes I am,” she whispered.
I watched Tony gasp in the corner of this quaint French restaurant as his fiancé covertly worked to fill his pants with a pint of warm fragrant cum while impressively finishing her food using the fork in her other hand. As much as Stacy enjoyed taking Tony, she enjoyed watching me watch her take him even more.
She raised her wine glass. “A toast.” Tony struggled to raise his glass to meet Stacy’s and mine. “To Amour,” she said, “and food so good it’s like a good orgasm.”
“Here, here,” I said, glancing over to Tony who was still recovering from the attention of two women at the table of three as we all sipped from our wine glasses. “And to promises made and kept,” I added as another toast with my glass raised with a wink to Tony. Our glasses clinked again. I could only smile at the events unfolding at this intimate table for three.
Tony caught his breath and recovered as we made our way through dessert. Our conversation was comfortable, animated and filled with the laughter of three close friends enjoying a Friday evening out. After the third bottle of wine, we were all feeling a little tipsy.
“Oh, shit, I didn’t tell you,” Stacy blurted. “My office is making me fly off-site next week for some new training. Company trainings are so boring, but it will set me up nice for a promotion.”
“That sucks,” I consoled. “How long will you have to be there?” I asked.
“It’s two whole days,” she answered, “but fortunately only one night.” Tony and I glanced up at each other. Her words were like a giant invitation. “I hate sleeping in hotel rooms alone,” she added. “I get there Wednesday morning before it starts, and leave Thursday late afternoon as soon as it finishes.”
Tony and I glanced up at each other again. Although no words were exchanged, plans were made. My thirst grew parched and my pussy immediately moistened in anticipation. Here was our chance. We finished dessert and paid the check. It was one of the most enjoyable nights I could remember. Stacy ran interference for Tony by walking in front of him on our way out of the restaurant to hide his cum-soaked pants. As we parted ways for the evening I hugged Stacy and gave her a peck on the cheek. I gave Tony a hug and whispered, “see you Wednesday, 6:00, your place.”
Chapter Four
Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough. Anticipation is one of the most amazing phenomena. Anticipating drudgery, like two days of corporate training for Stacy, seems to make time speed toward it; anticipating pleasure, especially an entire night of sexual fantasies with Tony, makes time seem to slow to a standstill. Wednesday finally arrived. It was a normal day, but the night promised to be legendary. Stacy sent texts and tweets to amuse herself throughout her first day of mind-numbing training. They also served to confirm she was out of town, making the way clear for my unlimited access to Tony.
I knocked on Tony’s door promptly at 6:00 pm. His facial expression when the door opened provided the response I had hoped for.
“Wow!” he said. “You look amazing. It is safe to be wearing that?”
“I hope not,” I said with a coy smile. “I didn’t come here to be safe.” I was wearing a sheer black dress that was little more than small strips of fabric over each shoulder, meeting at the waist for a short skirt. The straps did little to hide my tits; the skirt barely covered my ass while standing, let alone when I sat down. I wore matching long earrings and five-inch stilettos. My physique allows me to get a way with a dress like this, and if I may say, I do it quite nicely. Of course, the matching sheer black thong beneath doesn’t hurt either, but Tony hasn’t seen that yet.
“Please come in,” he said.
“Thank you,” I answered as I sauntered in. I ran my finger down his chest and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “So nice of you to invite me over.”
“Ah yes, I invited you.” he asked playfully.
“Absolutely, your eyes said it all at dinner the other night, and your dick confirmed it.”
Tony blushed. His strong but shy personality is one of the things Stacy says she love most about him. Soft jazz and candles filled the house. “Want a glass of wine?” he asked.
“Sounds perfect,” I answered. “I took the liberty to have dinner delivered from McIntyre’s,” I said. “It should be here in the next five to ten minutes.
“You spared no expense.”
“I thought you deserved to be served the best of everything tonight, with only two months left of singleness.”
“That sounds promising,” Tony said, feeling more comfortable with my boldness.
“Not promising,” I corrected, “it’s a promise. I thought dinner would be nice because Stacy tells me you especially like it served in courses,” I added with a coy smile.
Tony felt a little embarrassed again, that Stacy would share the intimate details of their sex life. “You two share everything, don’t you.”
“After tonight we will,” I answered. “Speaking of Stacy, have you heard from her?
“She called me at the end of work, saying it had been a long boring day, but she still had more training to go to tonight. I told her I was going to bed early since she wasn’t here.”
“Which is true,” I interrupted.
Tony smiled. “Yes it is. She said she would call me in the morning before things got started.”
“Perfect,” I said selfishly. The doorbell rang. “That must be dinner,” I said. “Why don’t you take off your shoes and get comfortable.”
The college-aged deliveryman did his best to hide his surprise and arousal when I opened the door for him to bring the prepared food in. “Dinner for Monique?” he asked.
“That’s me,” I answered. The dining room is in there. He dutifully laid the four courses out on the table.
“Sign here please,” he asked. I took the small clipboard, gave a generous tip and handed it back. “Anything else I can do for you?” he asked genuinely.
I smiled. “Not tonight, but if I think of anything, can I give you a call?”
“Anytime,” he answered with a blush. Tony showed him out the door.
“You were toying with him,” he accused.
“Harmless fun,” I answered with a guilty plea. “He’ll sleep well tonight.”
We stood at the end of his small dining room table, the display and aroma of the food was elegant. “Dinner is served.” I put my arms around Tony’s neck and gave him a long impassioned kiss. We both melted into the moment. Our lips pushed apart and I spoke softly in his ear. “As I understand it, every course allows us to remove a piece of clothing.” My fingers began to move down the buttons of the front of his shirt. “I’ll start here,” I said. My fingers liberated each button until I got to his waist. I pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and released the last of the buttons before pulling the shirt over his shoulders and allowing it to fall behind him to the floor. I kissed his bare chest, circling a nipple with my tongue before offering a small nibble. I gave him another kiss on the lips while sliding my hand down to the front of his pants to feel his already hard dick standing at attention.
“Ah, ah,” he corrected. “Only bare skin is fair game.”
“Your turn then,” I conceded.
“It doesn’t look like I have many options,” Tony said with a smile.
I felt the small strips of fabric slide off my shoulders and fall down my arms, baring my tits. His soft lips kissed my bare shoulders and neck, sending goose bumps across my body. I felt my nipples immediately harden, standing erect almost an inch as if begging for attention. Tony’s large hands slowly moved down my body, caressing every inch before gently lowering the skirt until gravity pulled it the rest of the way down my long legs and to the floor. I dreamed of this moment, among others that would be fulfilled with Tony tonight. I stood almost naked in front of him as his hands and lips gently caressed every exposed inch. He took my bared ass in his hands and one of my tits in his mouth, the engorged nipple captured in his teeth. My body melted into him. My pussy was soaked in anticipation; eagerly ready for anything he would demand of it, yet temporarily protected only by the tiny thong veiling its shaved surface. His mouth moved back and forth, giving each tit, each nipple equal attention.
“Harder,” I asked. “Make my body remember this tomorrow.”
I was lost in the moment. The chemistry was magnetic, no doubt from knowing each other so well through his courtship with Stacy. Tony took his time surveying and enjoying my body, something we had both looked forward to. Sexual passion intensified. He was desperate to relieve me of my thong and to finish what he had started; I was desperate for him to take it.
We took our time enjoying the appetizer with our wine. The soft jazz invited us to dance. The last bite of shrimp signaled the time for the next course.
I locked eyes on Tony as I reached down to unsnap his slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. I could feel his rock hard member beneath as I reached in to open the front of his pants and begin to lower them toward the floor. I was not shy about pressing my hand against his dick, hidden beneath his boxers.
“No touching anything still covered,” he teased.
I smiled in concession. “Can’t blame a girl,” I answered. I knelt down in front of him and slowly worked his pants down from his hips, stretching out the moment, lowering each side of his pants only an inch at a time. My face remained right in front of his massive dick, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers. His nine-inch monster throbbed and pressed against the flimsy fabric as if fighting to be released. Pre-cum dotted the front of his boxers. I slid my hands between his pants and boxers to continue to lower his pants. The thought flashed across my mind that if I could manipulate the front opening of his boxers toward swollen head of his cock, it might push through and be set free for me to enjoy. It would be mine.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked, feeling impatient and eager for his turn to disrobe me. The only thing keeping him from full access to my love box was the tiniest piece of string posing as a thong.
“Just savoring the moment,” I said as I continued my slow descent of his pants while focused on my secret mission to liberate his dick for my waiting mouth. His large bulby head moved dangerously and wonderfully close to the front opening of his boxers. Another millimeter, and it would be mine.
“Hey, hey! That’s not fair!” he said in protest, realizing my scheme. He tried to step back slightly in an attempt to pull away, but my hands around his ass kept him from moving too far. Fatefully, his shift away pulled his boxers up enough to release his mammoth dick in front of my waiting lips.
“What did you say?” I asked in a sultry voice, with my hands still pressed in between his pants and boxers, each taking a firm hold of his ass cheeks. His monster dick throbbed in front of me, begging for what it knew was coming. “I think you said bare skin is fair game.”
Tony was overcome by shock and pleasure as he watched and felt the large round head of his dick immediately disappear into my mouth before I slowly pushed the entire length of his cock through my mouth and down my throat. He moaned at his first experience of his perfect dick completely disappearing before his eyes into the face of a lover. No one, not even Stacy had ever been able to deep-throat the entirety of his impressive member. He knew he was about to experience the oral sex of his life.
I skillfully used my thick experienced lips and tongue to begin the ultimate massage of his dick. I moved methodically up and down his long shaft, giving masterful attention to every inch. I tormented his deep red head before descending down the length of is pulsating member. Saliva began to mix with pre-cum to lubricate the piston action of his dick moving in and out of my parched throat. Everything about this moment would happen between my lips. Every drop would be swallowed, however long it took, however much he would feed me.
“Oh gawd!” he cried. “Oh gawd!”
I consumed him with ravenous determination. My head rotated with every descent and ascent of his shaft for added pleasure. Tony’s body began to quake with impending orgasm. He felt as if cum was being summoned from every extremity of his body. His body tightened as the seemingly endless volume of his thick white cream began to make its way up the long beautiful dick.
“Oh gawd! Oh gawd! Here it comes! Here it comes!”
Tony became dizzy and delirious, overcome as every nerve in his body buzzed with erotic outburst. “Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhh!” Tony shouted has his hips lurched forward, shooting the first long stream of cum down my thirsty throat. I immediately made another descent, eager to syphon a constant river of his sweet cream, sweeter than I had imagined. I pulled the length of his cock in again, causing it to disappear over and over through my hungry lips. I opened my throat as much as I could, allowing the thick delicacy to flow freely. The sheer volume of his cum overflowed the limits of my mouth. I quickly retrieved small streams of cum escaping out the corners of my mouth, swallowing every drop while continuing my oral assault on his dick. For more than five minutes after the first stream of cum was delivered, Tony’s dick continued to dispense his rich liquid hors d’oeuvre, before falling back exhausted into his chair. I licked my lips and swallowed every drop.
Tony lay dizzy and paralyzed in his chair. I leaned forward to suck off the top of his dick to ensure I fulfilled my promise and desire to drain every drop available.
“Oh gawd, Monique,” there’s nothing left. “You finished me.”
“Not finished,” I said with a smile, “just getting started. There is always more. We just use the next course of the meal to recover.”
“Not yet,” he said. “Before we start the next course, I still have my turn with you.”
I smiled. “Come and get it lover. Because with the next course, I’m coming for more.”
Tony stood up and took my hand to for me to stand next to him. He moved some of the food aside and laid me down in the middle of the table as an added entree to the elegant four-course buffet. He pulled the last remaining stitch of clothing off my body, spread my legs, then the lips of my pussy, before masterfully reciprocating my ravenous affection. My pussy was already soaked from the anticipation of this night, the anticipation of this moment, the tall drink I had just finished from him, and now his masterful touch. I knew I would come fast and hard. My body immediately responded to the caress of his lips and tongue.
“Oh fuck! Stacy wasn’t kidding,” I shouted. “Damn, you are good. Oh gawd, don’t stop!” My body convulsed beneath him.
Tony had no intention of stopping. My body was now his for the night, and just as I promised to him, I knew this was only the beginning of this legendary rendezvous. My ass shook the table as it bucked in response to the all-encompassing orgasm that poured through me to his waiting lips. My body tingled and I was lost in nirvana.
Tony and I made our way through the meal, taking our time and taking each other. As we finished dessert, we kept our promises to hold nothing back, fucking each other with reckless abandon. We lay exhausted and consumed in the middle of the bed. Everything Stacy had said about Tony’s sexual finesse proved more than true. I had no idea how legendary this night would be, or the surprises that were still ahead.
Chapter Five
“Want a drink?” Tony asked as we lay naked on top of each other after finishing the most recent episode of the evening’s multi-episode passion-filled fuck-fest. My pussy ached in the most beautiful way.
“That sounds great,” I said. “Make it a double.”
“I’ll get it,” Stacy suddenly said walking into the steamy bedroom wearing a backless orange mini-cocktail dress. “Anything for you Lover Boy?” she asked Tony.
Tony and I were both stunned by her entrance into the bedroom. We sat up, our bodies covered with sweat and cum, and jaws open.
“Stacy, Stacy,” Tony began to stutter, “I can explain.” Fear and panic moved across his face. It was the worst of all possible scenarios.
Stacy broke out into a playful laughter. “Relax Tony, no need to explain,” she said as she unzipped her own dress, causing it to slide down her body to the floor as she raised her hands above her head in a sultry striptease move, wearing only a matching neon orange thong and high heels. “You are exactly where I want you,” she said with a sly smile as she caressed her own large beautiful globes in front of us.
“What? ” we asked in unison.
“I’ll be right back with your drinks and then we’ll really get this party started.” Stacy disappeared into the living room to retrieve the drinks.
Tony and I looked at each other completely stunned. None of it made sense. We stammered in our words.
Stacy returned with three drinks, handing one each to Tony and me.
“But, but…” Tony stammered.
“Chill Tony, you think this was your idea?”
“What are you talking about Stacy?” I asked as she joined us in the middle of the bed.
“First a toast to the two people I love the most.” She held her glass up and received the obligated but confused meeting of the glasses. We all downed our drinks. In light of the circumstances, Tony and I were both ready for another.
“I’m going to explain this once, and then we’re going to enjoy the rest of the night together fulfilling every fantasy we’ve ever had. Deal?”
Tony and I were still too stunned to understand or answer. Stacy seemed giddy and playful, like she just won a prize.
“Let me explain, by beginning with a confession. I totally set you two up. You are here because I wanted you here.”
“What?” Tony and I said in unison.
“Think about it. Stacy, who is the most competitive sexually-charged person I know?” she asked with a smile.
“I am,” I answered without hesitation.
“So, what do I know is going to happen when I tell you that 1. you could have any man on the planet but one, and 2. that one man you can not have is the most sexually satisfying man on the planet, and 3. your best attempt at seducing him would fail because he has me?”
“I would go after that man until I succeeded,” I answered.
“Absolutely you would, and you did, just as I counted on you doing. You’ve never pursued Tony until I dared you to. And Tony, what if, 1. I love you more than life itself, and 2. at least once before we are married I desperately wanted you to experience a woman giving you head like that gorgeous dick of yours deserves and
3. the best person I know who can give a man (or woman) head is my best friend who I trust more than anyone?
“Then you would set me up to experience the best head on the planet by your best friend?” Tony answered as a question, still stunned by Stacy’s confession.
“Why do you think I left you two alone at the French restaurant last week and dropped the news I would be out of town tonight? Do either of you think you could pull off an affair with each other without me knowing? This was all my idea.”
In a crazy way it started to make sense.
“But I thought you were at your company training?” I asked. “I mean all of your pathetic tweets and texts.”
“They were pathetic. I was at training, but the training is here in town. We were at a conference center right down the street.”
“But what about the training you said you had tonight,” Tony responded.
“You’ve just given it to me,” she said with a smile, “best training I’ve ever been to. I was already here at the house when I called you and I’ve been here all night. Watching you two has made me so fucking hot, I’m ready for my turn. I’ve always dreamed of a threesome with you two; tonight my dream comes true. This party is just getting started,” she added.
“Damn, Stacy, why didn’t you just ask?” I asked. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Because this was much more fun,” Stacy answered with a coy smile. “How awkward would it be for both of you if I asked you to do Tony a favor for me? This was much better. I knew your competitiveness would make my challenge unbearable, so you would begin seducing Tony with everything you had. With a couple little pushes from my direction, I knew Tony would be helpless to your seduction. Seriously, what man on the planet could resist your advances? Why else would I actually admit to Tony that it was my idea for you to seduce him? Watching it unfold has been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s been better than I even imagined.”
“Damn, you’re good,” I complimented.
“Better than I even knew,” Tony said feeling enormous relief and lust lying in a bed with two of the sexiest woman he has ever fucked.
“Who better to have a pre-wedding threesome with than the two people I love the most?” Tony and I looked at each other with broad smiles. “The only rule,” Stacy added, “is there are no rules tonight.” She pulled her panties down her long legs. “Use what you have to take anything you want.” She threw her thong across the bed at Tony. “That’s what I’m going to do.”
Tony’s dick was immediately rock hard again and ready to fuck Stacy for all she was worth. Stacy laid me on my back, spread the lips of my love box open and began her reminiscent oral assault. With her head going down on me, and her ass positioned high, Tony moved in to penetrate her pussy from behind. Her love box was soaking wet from watching the night’s events and begging to be fucked. Tony was glad to oblige. Moans came from all three of us from the shared pleasure of the moment. Memories of Stacy’s masterful oral skills came flooding back, as did my next orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled, lost in the paradise of her tongue’s caress. “Yes, yes, yes!” I began to shout as the orgasm began to consume me. Cold chills covered my body.
Stacy’s body began to quake with the approach of her own orgasm. She felt unbridled lust having watched us all night, and now tasting the beginning of my sweet juices flavoring her tongue while Tony pounded her pussy with reckless abandon. She pressed her lips and tongue harder into my pussy. My pussy gushed like a geyser of sweet nectar between her beautiful thirsty thick lips.
“”Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shouted as my hips bucked involuntarily from her attention.
Nothing could hold Stacy’s first orgasm back from that moment. She buried her face into my spent love box as Tony masterfully fucked her from behind. “Oh gawd, oh gawd!” Stacy cried. She reached up to take hold of both my tits in her hands, as if gripping the edge of a cliff, squeezing them with all of her strength to hang on. Her body convulsed as her cum began to pour from her, generously lubricating and encouraging Tony’s dick. Wave after wave of her first orgasm led to a second that followed right on its heels. Tears flowed down her cheeks in sheer ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck!” Tony shouted. His head dropped back as his thick cum began to make its ascent again up his shaft to be delivered into Stacy’s already soaked pussy.
“I’m drinking this cocktail,” I said as I slid forward from under Stacy, only to move back under her, head first, placing my head and lips under her pussy, as Tony continued to pound her from behind. Stacy immediately dropped her mouth onto my pussy again, this time from the other direction.
“Augh!” Tony yelled as the thick delicacy of his familiar sweet cum poured into her, mixing with her own sweet juices. The mixed cocktail of their juices overflowed her love box into my waiting mouth below. My tongue worked her clit, as she continued to work mine. Tony’s dick sustained its affection to her pussy, and like a milk pump, the cream flowed onto my lips and face below.
As Tony finished his first load, he withdrew his dick from Stacy’s spent pussy. I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, cleaning it of every drop of her juices, while securing any final drops coming from him.
The three of us made passionate love all night long with no rules or inhibitions until the sun came up. Stacy and I relived our college memories on each other, while Tony masterfully kept up with two insatiable lust-filled women who wanted everything he had to give.
With just two months left for both of them to enjoy being single, they insisted this not be our last ménage a trois before the wedding. It wasn’t, and each one was filled with more daring sex. Tony and Stacy’s last days of singlehood were legendary. As usual, Stacy got everything she wanted, and gave Tony and I more than we ever imagined.
Epilogue
As promised, Tony and Stacy’s wedding day ended our arrangement, but launched their marriage with a sizzling sex-life as newlyweds. The weeks of all-out no-holds-barred sex leading up to their wedding were times we will never forget. It also changed my relationship with both Stacy and Tony in beautiful ways. We shared something powerful, passionate and intimate together that I wish every married couple could experience before they tie the knot. When it came time for Tony’s bachelor’s party, he even asked if I would willing to be the evening’s entertainment for the men. I told him that for the price $100 for every man there, I would do anything they wanted. It was the best $1200 I’ve ever made, becoming the maid of honor of their dreams. That’s another story for me to write about. All I can say is that it wasn’t personal. I was just using everything I had to get everything I wanted. And I did.