Maggies Ch 05

Author's Note: This is chapter 5 of an ongoing series. To get the character backgrounds, I recommend you read chapters 1-4 prior to this segment. As a warning, this chapter contains a rape fantasy, BDSM and rough play, and anal. If that's up your alley, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5: The Visitor (Jac's Perspective)

"Fuuuckkkkkk!" Laura cried out as I slid my strapon into her dripping pussy. She groaned as I filled her, lying backward against her husband. She already had Chris's dick impaled in her ass, and was finding out for the first time what it felt like to be double penetrated.

I began to thrust in and out as she begged for it like a bitch in heat. "Oh fuck yea, fill up my pussy with your big cock! I love having both of you inside me, it feels so good!"

I could see Chris grinning from beneath us as we slammed in and out of his wife in unison. He loved how much this was turning her on, how we had flipped the script from our last time playing at the diner and this time she was the one getting dominated in two holes.

We had started this session with oral and food play, each taking turns sixty-nining with another partner while the third covered them with all sorts of fun desserts. After we each got a turn with both partners, Chris and I had converged on Laura just like we had planned, stuffing her ass with fruit and cream before locking it all in with a buttplug. We took turns spit roasting her pussy and mouth, dumping jars of jam and caramel all over her body while we fucked her and she moaned in bliss. Now, Chris was underneath her, cock pistoning in and out of her rear cavity while I pounded her soaked snatch.

"I'm...not...gonna...last...much...longer!" Laura panted around her moans. True to her word she soon cried out and released a flow of juices as she came, drenching both my legs and Chris's with her voluminous squirts.

Between the vibrating egg on high in my snatch, the feeling of the dildo rubbing against my clit as I thrust in, and the overall arousal of the situation, I quickly followed suit, gushing over Laura and Chris as they lay beneath me. It was my second orgasm of the night, as I had found out earlier just how skilled Chris could be with his tongue.

Not long after, I saw Chris scrunch up his features and groan, and I knew he was flooding his wife's ass with his seed. He came to a shuddering conclusion and we all lay there, a delightfully sticky and spent sandwich of flesh.

I slipped out of Laura and stood up, and she slid her ass off of her husband's dick and aligned it over his face. "Lick it up!" she commanded, and he went to work, licking his spunk out of her ass along with any residual fruit and cream. I saw him swallow once then motion me over and get back to work with his tongue. I leaned down and he snowballed his new findings into my mouth, tasting his salty sperm along with the sweet berry delight.

I realized I last time we were here I had started what had now become our new tradition to end each night, eating whatever goodness spilled out of the most well-fucked ass of the evening. Last time it was Chris, tonight it was Laura. "We really are some insatiable, depraved sluts," I thought to myself, chuckling internally.

We all stood up and looked around at the mess we had created. "Pretty similar to last time I think," Chris commented. "It's amazing you have such a good cleaning company to deal with this."

I shrugged. "I pay them and treat them well, and in response they're discreet. Chances are they're probably here illegally as well, so the last thing they want to do is cause problems. So it's a good working relationship."

"Fair enough!" Laura chirped. "Holy shit I'm exhausted. Let's clean up and call it a night."

We cleaned ourselves off as best as possible with washcloths and towels and threw our coverup clothes back on. Then Chris and Laura grabbed our leftover supplies, packed up their car, and walked back over. I kissed both of them goodbye, getting a polite smooch from Chris and a longer tonguing from Laura. Then with a wave they took off, leaving me to lock up and take myself home.

I stared at my second home, thinking for a moment how the past 3 months had transformed my life. I felt more balanced and content than I had in years, enjoying the intimate and now sexual friendship I had with Chris and Laura, but also feeling better about myself as well. I was playing sports again, hanging out with friends again, ensuring my life wasn't just work. Things were trending in the right direction. I smiled, locked up, and hopped in my truck to head home.

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A few evenings later, I had just gotten home from the diner when my cell rang. I looked at the caller and was shocked to see it was an old friend I hadn't heard from in over a year. I picked up, hoping to hide the surprise in my voice.

"Bre?"

"Hey Jac! How have you been? I know it's been a while, how are things?"

Bre was a...close friend with benefits from my lesbian days, before Maggie died and Steph moved away. Her and Steph and I were all close for a while, and while Steph and I were in love, Bre and my relationship was only close friendship and the occasional sex. Funny enough, we had all met at one of the crazy orgies my shit ex-husband dragged me to. Bre had helped me realize that I needed to get away from him.

Bre was a computer whiz who trended toward alt-girl vibes, with a sleeve of tattoos and a pixie cut that used to change colors by the week. She was sexy in the alternative sense, and an absolute rocket in bed, with her own specific set of kinks. She was a few years older than me, and I hadn't seen her since she moved out west to go work for a tech firm.

"Actually, I've been really good lately," I told Bre, realizing I was smiling as I said it. "Made some new friends recently, getting out more, not just living to work at the diner. How about you?"

"That's great!" Bre chirped. "How are things at Maggie's? Life is good here, expensive as fuck but lots of fun, and work is crazy as usual. Can't complain overall."

"Glad to hear it!" I replied. Bre was always a positive person. She had been well known in the local lesbian scene before she moved out west, desired by many but only into a few. I was one of the lucky ones. "Maggie's is doing great. There was a local exposé done on us a few months back and business has been thriving."

"Fantastic," Bre responded. "Happy for you girl! And I have some good news of my own. I'm gonna be coming out your way for work! My company wants me to recruit at my old university, so I'll be in the city for almost a week early next month. Will you be around? I'll be flying in on Wednesday, working the job fair Thursday and Friday and then spending time with my cousin on Saturday, but would love to see you, either on Thursday night or maybe on Sunday evening? I forced my firm to give me the extra day so I could enjoy the weekend, and I don't fly back until Monday afternoon."

My mind raced. That Sunday she was referring to would be the first weekend of the month, which I had already calendared in as my night with Chris and Laura. Could I move it? Should we cancel, or should I let them go on their own? I hated the idea of missing it, we only got our nights once per month.

I must have paused for a bit too long because I heard Bre chime in again. "No worries if you aren't around! Was just thinking how it would be nice to see you, it's been so long!"

I really wanted to see Bre, so I jumped back in. "No, it will work!" I told her. "Our schedule at the diner can be a bit chaotic but hey, I'm the owner, right, I can make time for myself! Let me get back to you on what day would be best but count me in!"

"Ok great!" Bre was always easily excitable, and it sounded like that hadn't changed. Then her tone changed to something a bit more sultry. "Sooo, you seeing anyone right now? Anyone been Jac'ing off lately?"

I chuckled, Bre always loved to make that joke.

"I've got something casual going but nothing serious and no commitment. How about you babe? Don't tell me there aren't any west coast ladies to meet your needs?"

"Not the right one, and therefore never enough," Bre said with a hint of longing. "You know I'm picky. And I have specific tastes."

I did know. Unlike many other smaller, cute lesbians, Bre didn't want a butch lover. She wanted hot, sexy, and feminine. But she also wanted someone strong and dominant. It was a rare combination in the world we lived in, especially to find that person who then wanted her alt-girl vibes in return. I was one of the few who came close, but I had picked Steph over her when it had been time to choose. So Bre continued to leave behind a trail of desperate and heartbroken lovers who didn't fit the bill.

"I get it," I said, "I still haven't found the right person either. And I have two genders to choose from!"

Bre laughed. "Sometimes I forget you go both ways. Anyway," she lowered her voice, "up for some fun while I'm in town, for old times sake? If we're both single, might as well enjoy it right?"

I hadn't been with Bre in over four years, but our wild sex was still imprinted into my mind. "You better come ready for the heat," I responded naughtily.

I could see her grin from across the country. "Alrighty then! Can't wait babe. We'll chat again closer to when I come in, keep me posted on what day works best!"

We said our goodbyes and she hung up. I thought to myself about how to handle the timing of Bre visiting compared to my night with Chris and Laura. It would raise some eyebrows if I changed the day of our cleaning, but I could do it. Or I could hang out with Bre on Thursday night, but I would have to skip volleyball, and she'd have the job fair the next morning.

Another thought crossed my mind. I had agreed with Laura and Chris to not share anything about our sessions at Maggie's with anyone unless all three of us agreed. Bre would be the perfect next step in terms of bringing in someone to join us. She was from out of town, already knew me, and was a fellow raunchy slut, in her own way. Would they be ready to include someone else? And would they be up for Bre's kinks?

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The next week after volleyball, Chris, Laura and I grabbed drinks at a local pub. As I sipped my beer, I worked up the courage to bring up a suggestion that could throw the good thing we had going completely out of whack.

"So I have some news," I started. "Good news, nothing to worry about." They both looked at me expectantly.

"An old friend of mine is going to come visit! She used to live here but moved out west to work in tech a few years back. She's really cool, y'all would like her."

"Ah, fun!" exclaimed Laura. "Is she coming out just to visit you?"

"No, she's here for work, but some of her family is local so she's going to stay through the weekend to see them and wants to see me as well."

"That's great! When is she coming in?" Chris asked.

"And this isn't your ex, is it?" Laura followed up, thinking out loud. "If I remember correctly, you said she moved away a few years ago too."

"Not my ex," I admitted, "though this friend and I do have a history, we never went beyond friends with benefits. And as for timing, that's the thing I wanted to talk to you about." I looked at them apologetically. "It's the first weekend next month, and she doesn't fly out until Monday afternoon."

"Ahh ok." Chris did his best to not let his disappointment show. "We can cancel next month if it conflicts with her visiting. You should spend time with your friend, she's only here briefly but we aren't going anywhere!"

"Absolutely," Laura chimed in, "spend the weekend with her and have fun. Any chance we can reschedule our Maggie's night for a different Sunday?"

"I thought about that," I responded, "but changing up the cleaning date would look a bit suspicious to my employees. I don't want to draw attention to our activities."

"Got it. No worries! We'll be all the more excited for the following month." Chris really did always look on the bright side of things.

Well, now or never, I thought. "There's one other option," I offered.

Laura and Chris looked at each other and then back at me. I went on.

"Bre, my friend who is visiting, has a sex drive as high or higher than ours. She's an absolute blast in bed. And I trust her fully."

I looked at my friends. They were clearly catching onto what I was saying, but I couldn't read their thoughts on it yet. I pressed on.

"What if we brought her in on our Maggie's night? I know y'all don't know but I promise she's fun, hot, discrete, and like I said, a great time in the sack. Here's a pic of her to prove the hot part." I slid over my phone to share an old photo of the two of us at a football game nearly 5 years ago.

They looked at the photo and back at each other. Laura's eyes betrayed her feelings first, followed by her smile. "Fuck yea! Another hot lesbian to play with us? I'm down if you are babe."

Chris thought for a moment. "Is she bi too, like you are?"

I shook my head. "She's ladies only. I've never seen her with a guy and 99.9% sure she's never been with a guy. Which is funny, because she absolutely loves fake dick. But no interest in the real thing. She even avoids dildos that look or feel too real."

"However," I went on, "she has very specific fantasies. Which, honestly, aren't for everyone, and has made it hard for her to find the right partner despite the fact that she's hot and smart and fun and awesome."

"Ah, ok." Chris looked a bit apprehensive. "And what are they?"

I gulped. "She's really into non-consent fantasies. She likes to be taken by surprise, dominated, forced into sex. And she likes it rough. You know how I said I'm not into pain play? She is. She used to have me paddle her while I fucked her ass. She even had a St Andrew's Cross in her apartment when she lived here. Honestly, it was a bit too much for a lot of people. I enjoyed it in small doses, but I could never be with her long term and that was part of the reason why."

I paused, letting this new information sink in for my new friends. Laura looked thoughtful while Chris looked apprehensive.

"We're not really into that," Chris admitted first. "You know I'm all for light bondage and restraints but I can't see myself intentionally inflicting pain on someone in the name of pleasure. Plus, how would I fit in if she isn't into guys?"

"Would her non-consent fantasy trump her disinterest in men?" Laura asked. "Asking it in a blunt way, would she be ok with a guy having his way with her in a rape fantasy?"

"No," I admitted, "but I have a solution for that. Hear me out. And if you both aren't into it, then we all walk away and just cancel next month, regroup after. No hard feelings from anyone. But I do have one idea."

I walked them through my plan. Chris asked a few pointed questions and poked holes in some parts, but by the end, the two of them were nodding and Laura was grinning.

"Well?" I asked, "would you be up for that?"

"Hell yea!" Laura was clearly the more aggressive of the two.

Chris, ever the gentleman, was still unsure. "It's weird to participate in a full non-consent scenario like this, and please don't ask me to whip her or anything like that, but if you two are sure, then count me in."

"I promise this is something she wants," I reassured him, "and of course you don't need to do anything you aren't comfortable with!"

"Alright," he consented with a hesitant smile, "let's do it."

"You'll get into it babe!" Laura was already into it. She clearly had a hidden dominatrix inside of her just waiting to break out. "It'll be fun! And Bre will love it."

"I'm confident she will too," I agreed. "So, here's what we need for that night." I laid out our supply needs while they listened, and we planned out a night Bre would never forget.

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Three weeks and a few days later, I was waiting outside a hotel in the city for my friend and former occasional partner. I had my adoptive brother covering the afternoon shift for me, and he was going to close up for the evening and let me know when he left. So I waited, excited to see Bre for the first time in over four years.

I spied a petite yet busty redhead out of the corner of my eye and gave her a second glance. Sleeve of tattoos, hair dyed bright red, nose ring, that was Bre!

I waved at her and caught her eye. Her face lit up as she saw me.

"Jac! You sexy bitch, so good to see you!" Bre wrapped me in a joyous hug as she beamed with excitement. "You look amazing! How do you find time to workout and stay so hot despite being such a crazy workaholic?"

I laughed at Bre's unsurprisingly direct greeting. "Hi to you too! You look fantastic! Love the red."

"Thanks! I've been rocking it for the past few months. Still fits my vibe but slightly more professional than some of my past colors, which matters since my last promotion." She beamed with pride. "I've been promoted to director!"

"Congrats!!" I knew Bre deserved it, she was smart as hell and great at leading people.

We chatted about her new role while we walked to our dinner reservation and how her trip had gone. Soon, the topic shifted to the diner.

"So Maggie's is still humming along?" Bre asked. "You look good so you must not be working yourself to death!"

I laughed. "I promise I'm not working myself to death! The diner is doing great, churning out better profits than ever! I think I told you we had a great article written about us in a local paper and a bunch of food blogs and instagram influencers have been promoting us lately."

I paused as if in thought. Time to put my plan into action.

"Actually," I wondered aloud, "would you want to stop by the diner for dessert or milkshakes tonight? Say, before going back to my place for the evening?" I dropped to a slightly more sultry voice for the last line to ensure she didn't miss my meaning.

Bre licked her lips with a wicked grin. "Dessert before my dessert? You know I'm a glutton for the sweet things in life. Plus it'll be great to see the diner again!"

I smiled. "It's settled then! Let's get some dinner."

We enjoyed a fantastic dinner at one of Bre's favorite restaurants from before she left, and spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out in the park. We threw frisbee and chatted about old times and her life out west, but the sexual tension lingered over us as we waited for the sun to go down. I knew Bre was aching to head over to the diner for dessert to commence our evening. Meanwhile, I waited for the text from my brother letting me know he was closing for the night and leaving. That would kickstart the plan.

Finally, as the last rays of sun faded into the night, my phone buzzed and I got the confirmation I'd been waiting for. I quickly shot off a text to Laura and turned back to Bre.

"Alright," I announced, "time for dessert. Are you still good for stopping by the diner?"

She hesitated. "Do we have to? I'd rather just take you back to my place now..." She followed her comment up with a puppy-eyed gaze that would have sunk me if I wasn't so committed to our plan.

"Please! It will be worth it, I promise. We've got a new surprise dessert you'll love! Added it to the menu just for you."

Bre chuckled. "You would do that! Ok fine, we can delay our rendezvous a bit longer and do dessert at the diner. But then you owe me one later!" She winked to emphasize her meaning.

We hopped in my truck and headed to the diner, chatting casually while I went through my script repeatedly in my head. I needed to play it perfectly in order for Bre to buy the scenario until the moment Chris and Laura could jump in. My reaction would be everything. Hopefully I still had my acting skills, despite my last role being Pepper in Ms. Friedman's third grade production of Annie.