Expanding Horizons 11

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This is a work of fiction. Just have fun with it.

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"Vanilla or chocolate?" Emily asked.

Will considered her offer, looking at two pieces of cake offered by his wife. Normally he was a vanilla man, and so on any other day it would be an easy, automatic choice. But today was his 45th birthday, and also his 25th wedding anniversary.

He always liked to say that Emily was the best birthday present he ever got.

"Chocolate," he replied. Something different, he thought. Shake it up a little.

She handed him the chocolate cake. "My, aren't we daring," she said, smiling.

Will took a bite of his cake, and was satisfied with his choice. New and then, something different could be exciting.

The party was beginning to wind down. It was never a massive affair to begin with, just a few friends and a chill celebration. At this point, only a few were left. Will raised his plate of cake in salute to Brendon and Emily, when their friend Brooke bounded over.

"Happy birthday, Will!" Brooke pulled him into an embrace. Will just barely saved his cake from being smashed between them.

"Thanks Brooke," Will replied, smiling down at the shorter woman. She continued to hang on to him, which he certainly didn't mind. Brooke could easily be mistaken as a sister to Emily, both curvy brunettes. Will felt her body pressed against him, and tried to thing about anything other than her breasts and hip pushed into him. Brooke was always a bit touchy-feely, and quite a bit extra when she'd had a bit to drink.

Eventually, although amused by his mild discomfort, Emily took pity on Will, and peeled one of Brooke's arms away from her husband. "Can we get you anything else to drink?"

Brooke glanced at her empty wine glass. "That's a wonderful idea!" The two of them sauntered off into the kitchen, Will watching their backsides as they went.

Will was distracted then when Brendon and Samantha walked up to him. Samantha, really Sam to her friends, cleared her throat and Brendon stifled a laugh, bringing Will back to the present. He turned around to meet them. Sam gave him a slightly more chaste but no less sincere hug, and Brendon took his hand and gripped it tightly.

"Happy birthday, man," Brendon said while shaking his hand, making eye contact the entire time.

"Yeah, happy birthday, Will!" Sam added. "And happy anniversary!"

"Thanks guys. It seems crazy that me and Emily have been married twenty-five years," Will said. "You've been witness to most of it! When did you move in, seventeen years ago?"

"Nineteen," Brendon replied, finally letting go of Will's hand.

"Just before the boys were born," Emily added.

Will ran his hand through his dark hair. "Yeah, wow. How are they?"

"Making the most of it at college, doing fine," Emily responded.

Brendon looked around. "Well, we didn't want to overstay our welcome. Can we help pick up?"

Will shook his head. "No, no, we've got it. Pretty easy cleanup."

"Okay," Brendon said, taking Will's hand again. "We'll see ya."

Sam hugged him again. He couldn't help appreciate her slim form. "Good night, Will."

The two made their way out the door and down the street to their house, waving as they went.

Will looked around at the remains of the party. A good night. He wondered where Emily had gotten to with Brooke. He went off in search of them, heading back into the house, in the direction of the kitchen.

Emily and Brooke stood in the modest, bright kitchen. In this part of the well-lit house, and especially with Brooke's bra off and sitting on the kitchen counter, Emily could see what Brooke had hinted at -- nipple piercings.

"Wow!" was Emily's first reaction. "They look really cute." Emily had a strange impulse to reach out her hand and touch. She stopped herself. Only just.

"They so are," Brooke preened, lightly touching around the edges of her nipples, which responded and began to harden. The outline of her nipples showed against her shirt, framed by the bar piercing.

Emily stared directly at her friend's chest. "My eyes are up here," Brooke said in a teasing tone.

"I'm sorry!" Emily replied. "They're, well, very nice."

"Nice?" Brooke responded, slightly hurt. "They're not nice. They're cute, sexy even. Arousing maybe."

Emily gulped, not generally used to talking openly in such a way. "We've been friends for years Brooke, but I don't feel right saying your boobs are sexy." Emily paused. "Even if they are really sexy."

The two of them shared a laugh. It was at that moment Will walked into the room. "What's funny?" he asked, and Brooke turned around to face him.

Will would have had to been blind not to see the studded bars in Brooke's hard nipples. "Wow," Will breathed, "You've got some new hardware!"

Brooke nodded, smiling at the two of them. "Do you guys want to see them?" she asked.

Simultaneously, Emily replied "Oh I don't know..." and Will replied "Absolutely." Emily gave will a bit of a harsh stare, although privately, she was also very curious to see Brooke's new piercing.

"Don't be shy Emily, I did offer," Brooke said. "I didn't get these with the intention of hiding them everyone."

Emily looked away, back to Will, and then to Brooke. "Okay, I admit, I would love to see."

Brooke clapped in glee. "Then look closely!" She grabbed the hem of her shirt, and slowly pulled up. She felt like a bit of a tease, and enjoyed the feeling. She watched as two of her best friends in the world stared in anticipation. Finally, she pulled her shirt up to her neck, her full breasts and their new piercings on full display.

"Damn," Will replied. He had wanted to see more of Brooke for years, and here she was basically topless in his kitchen.

Emily was entranced. She felt like she should look away, but her friend's breasts were so beautiful, especially with the alluring nipples and light flashing from the shiny metal studs. Her mind was filled with swirling thoughts. What would it feel like to have those nipples in her mouth, the soft flesh and the hard steel against her tongue? Did she want to be with a woman, sexually? Was she hot for her friend? Would Will like to watch her? What would Will think? What would Brooke think?

"What do you think, Emily?" Brooke asked, taking a step closer towards the other woman.

Her friend's voice broke her out of her rapture, but her mind still reeled. "Amazing!" was about all Emily could manage, her fantasy still stuck in her head.

"I'm glad you like them!" Brooke said laughing, pulling her shirt down over her chest. She drained her wineglass. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll take you up on that offer of the spare bedroom because I am in no condition to drive!"

Emily chuckled and took Brooke's hand, and bra, and guided them both upstairs to the guest bedroom. Brooke stumbled a few times on the way up, grabbing on to Emily, giggling. They finally made their way to the guest room. Brooke had stayed a few times and knew her way around. Brooke flopped down on the bed, feeling warm and relaxed from the wine and the events of the evening. Emily sat on the bed next to Brooke, staring down at the other woman.

Brooke looked up at her, and laughed again. "You saw my boobies," Brooke teased.

Emily smiled down at her. "Did you like them?" Brooke asked, one hand tracing across her chest, the other reaching for the hem of her shirt.

"Mmm-hmm," Emily answered, not trusting herself with anything else, but privately wanting a closer look. An intimate, close-up look.

Brooke began to pull her shirt up slowly, revealing her soft tummy. "Did you just want to look?" Brooke asked. "Or did you want to do more?" Brooke's hand continued to raise, until Emily could see the curve of her breasts.

Emily put her hand on Brooke's, stopping her. "Yes," she finally said, admitting in part at least to her internal thoughts. "But you're drunk, and what would Will think?"

"He can touch them, too," Brooke said with a grin.

Emily's heart beat faster in her chest. She couldn't help but be excited, but she wasn't sure if it was just the alcohol talking, and anyway, she couldn't gather up the nerve to admit to her friend what she wanted. Not yet. "Go to bed, Brooke. See you in the morning."

Brooke pouted a bit, then relented, rolling over onto the bed, awkwardly getting beneath the covers. "Good night." She was asleep almost as soon as Emily walked out of the room and shut the door.

Emily made her way back downstairs, where Will was finishing cleaning up after the party. She considered her husband, the efficient, confident way he moved around the kitchen, admiring the form of the man she loved.

"You weren't upset with me earlier, were you?" Will asked, as he was putting away leftovers in the fridge.

"Hmm, when?" Emily inquired, still slightly wrapped up in admiring him.

"You know, when Brooke showed us her boobs."

Emily shook her head. "No, of course not." She took his hand. "All finished picking up?"

"Yeah. It was a nice day," Will said with a contented sigh. She took his hand and they walked upstairs to their bedroom.

"I wasn't sure if you were upset or whatever, earlier. You seemed to just be kind of out of it for a few seconds." Will shut the door behind them and went through his normal nightly routine, changing, putting away his wallet and keys, plugging in his phone.

Emily sat down on the bed. "No, just surprised, that's all. It's not everyday you see your friends boobs and all that." She tossed her shirt into the dirty clothes, and removed her bra. She compared her own breasts to Brooke's, caressing the edges of the globe of each breast, wondering if Brooke's felt the same way.

"Sure," he replied, sitting down with her. "It was a bit of a shock."

"They were pretty nice," Emily forced a laugh so as not to reveal some of the other descriptors she would use to describe Brooke's chest. Or the things she's like to do with it. She looked at Will with an intense stare, patting the bed beside her. "So, how about it?" There was a suggestion in her voice.

"You know I would," Will responded, "But with Brooke in the house?"

Emily felt deflated, just a bit. "You're right," she said in only a slightly sullen voice.

"Tomorrow," Emily said, embracing Will.

"Tomorrow," he promised.

They finished getting ready for bed, and Emily went to sleep with a mind full of fantasies.

That morning Emily and Will slept in, intending to enjoy a quiet weekend. When they finally made their way downstairs, Brooke was already there, making coffee.

"Good morning," Brooke said, padding around the kitchen. She was wearing a different shirt than the day before, this one even more sheer than the last. The studs in her jewelry stood out against the fabric, thin as it was, and her nipples were clearly defined behind the pale material. The borders of her areola could even be seen.

She must know, Will thought to himself. She knows and it's intentional. Will felt a twitch below his belt. He'd certainly appreciated Brooke for years, but he was beginning to understand more about his wife's friend, and now since he was clued in to her perceived exhibitionist streak, he got some interesting ideas.

For her part, Emily knew it was part of Brooke's nature. Emily could hardly complain, and sneaked peeks of the other woman's chest whenever she could.

Brooke knew she had two sets of eyes on her, and it gave her a thrill. "Coffee?" she asked innocently.

"Please," Emily replied.

"None for me," Will answered. "At least not yet. I'm going to hit the shower, back in a few."

The two women watched Will go. When he was gone, Emily's head whipped around to Brooke. "Really?" Emily said, crossing her arms.

"What?" Brooke said innocently, exaggeratedly stretching her arms above her head, the fabric of her shirt stretched even tighter against her chest.

Emily broke out in laughter. "You're impossible."

Brooke joined her in the joke. "I didn't figure anyone would mind a little morning show."

"I don't know how you do it," Emily said. "I admire your confidence."

"Oh, I don't mind showing off a little," Brooke said in a low voice. "I think it's exciting."

"You do?" Emily asked, although this just confirmed her previous suspicions.

Brooke nodded. "There's just something about being on display. It's being vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Seeing eyes on me." Brooke gave a little shake of her body, thinking about it. "Gives me a rush."

"We were certainly looking!" Emily admitted. "Did you see Will? Eyes like saucers."

The two of them laughed again, and Brooke stepped closer to Emily, putting one hand on her arm. "I meant what I said last night," Brooke confirmed. "The offer stands if you would like to get a closer look." Her other hand encircled the globe of her breast, and took Emily's hand, placing it over top her own.

Emily nearly wilted.

"Well, I should be going," Brooke said after a moment, teasing grin on her face. "Hope to see you again soon!" She picked up her bag and walked out of the house, leaving Emily in a state of shock and arousal.

When the door to the house shut behind Brooke, Emily practically raced upstairs. She caught Will just as he was about to get dressed. Emily windmill slammed the door behind her, and grabbed Will's clothes out of his hands. "You aren't going to need those."

"Brooke?" Will asked.

"Gone," Emily answered.

"Finally," Will responded, grabbing Emily and tossing her onto the bed. She pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside, and Will pulled off her modest shorts. He paused to appreciate her nude form, voluptuous curves just a bit larger than when they first met, but still beautiful to him if not more so after their quarter century of marriage. He fell onto the bed beside her, the two of them laughing, embracing, kissing joyfully.

"Would you use your mouth on me?" Emily asked.

"I'd love to," Will replied, disengaging from their embrace, trailing his lips down her chest and torso to between her legs. He kissed her thighs as Emily sighed, and gently parted her folds with his fingers. She ventured her own hands between her legs, pulling apart her labia to give Will unfettered access to the secrets within.

Will smiled to himself as he wrapped his lips around her clitoris, never tiring of this moment when he could see his wife's most intimate parts. He loved how she responded when he gently sucked on her little nub, legs tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his oral ministrations. She surprised them both when mere seconds later, she cried out wordlessly, and began to buck her hips against his face as he tried to hold on suckling her. When she could take no more, she pushed his face back from her, breathing heavily.

What's gotten into her? Will wondered. Whatever it was, he was happy to be the beneficiary.

"Mind if I return the favor?" Emily asked.

Will laid back on the bed. "It would literally be my pleasure," Will said, "But don't take too much time. That thing might go off, so be careful if you have other uses for it."

Emily laughed. She did indeed have other plans, but wanted to relish the feeling of his cock in her mouth at least for a short time. She got down on her hands and knees between Will's spread legs, and took his member into her mouth. Slowly at first, she gently sucked the tip, and then more and more, until he was entirely engulfed between her lips.

Will moaned in pleasure, feeling himself grow even harder. Emily continued like that for a few moments, and Will opened his closed eyes to watch his wife. She wrapped her lips around his dick, bobbing her head slowly up and down, and as she did, her hips and butt moved in tandem. The arching of her back and the swaying of her backside further added to his arousal. Emily felt him grow even more in her mouth.

"I think you're ready," she said as she sat up, hooking a leg over Will, and lowering herself onto him. She aimed his stiff cock right at her waiting hole, and slowly sat down on him. They both groaned as they became fully engaged.

Emily began to rock her hips against him, one hand across her breast, the other gently stroking herself as she rode him. Will stared up at his wife who was clearly in ecstasy, and grabbed her hips and tried to hold on. The sensation was almost overwhelming to him. "Babe," he breathed, "I can't hold on."

"Come babe," Emily instructed. "Come and make me come around you."

That was all Will needed to hear. "Fuck!" he cried out. "I'm coming!"

Emily could feel Will somehow grow even harder inside him as she watched his face, loving to see the pleasure so obviously expressed. She'd love to be even closer, to see him climax when she wasn't distracted with her own pleasure. But that would require extra help... The thought of that, combined with the pressure from her lover's cock, sent her over the edge, and she felt little waves of pressure pass through her body and suddenly relaxed.

Will looked up at Emily, once he regained control over his mind. She looked lost in her own thoughts. He wondered what she was thinking about, when she seemed to break out of it, and fell against him.

"You're a good time," he said.

"So are you," she replied as she disengaged from him and laid down on the bed beside him.

Will thought she still seemed lost in her own thoughts, when she turned over and looked at him. "Do you mind if I touch myself? I love to feel what you left there."

Will nodded, although privately surprised by her rapacious appetite. She normally wasn't this aroused, but he loved it. "Do you mind if I help?" he replied.

"Oh, yes please," Emily answered, and ventured her hands down to her middle, spreading herself out. She hooked a leg over Will as he snuggled up to the curve of her, and his hand joined hers between her legs. Gently, Will teased his thumb around her opening, and felt the warmth of his cum inside her. Although rare, he loved when they did this, and had his own fantasies about playing with a cum-filled pussy. He day dreamed about it as he sucked his wife's breast and thumbed her.

Emily practically purred, using the lubrication of her husband's seed and her own juices to stroke her clit. The sensations drove her wild, the feeling of mouth on her breast and thumb inside her, and quickly she approached climax. "You're going to make me come, Will," Emily said quietly. "Fuck. FUCK!" Emily's whole body shook as she experienced her orgasm, tingling sensations overwhelmed her senses as she writhed, grabbing hold of Will for stability.

Will smiled to himself, loved seeing his wife so pleased, happy to be a part of it. When she finally recovered, her breathing returned to normal, only a slight flush to her face and chest. Emily looked at him, her mouth opened, and shut again.

She wasn't quite ready to talk about what was in her head.

Will wondered, but wasn't concerned, about what Emily thought about. She would tell him in time, if it mattered to him. Or she wouldn't, if it didn't, and it would be fine, too.

Emily grabbed his face, almost uncomfortably hard, and kissed him intensely. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

They lay there for a while, until Emily could no longer wait to deal with her situation, and excused herself to the bathroom. Her mind still whirled.

Will got dressed, and Emily did as well, when she was finished in the bathroom. They smiled at each other, as if they shared a secret. In a way, they did, and it was the secrets they kept that knitted them together so closely.

They went about their day, enjoying a quiet weekend. Their touches lingered as they passed in the house, not-so-subtle glances of desire between them.

Later in the afternoon, Emily announced that she was going next door to visit Sam, to drop off some leftovers from the party.

"Tell her I said hi," Will said.

Emily waved goodbye, and walked next door to Sam and Brendon's house. Emily knocked on the door, and in a few moments, saw Sam in the doorway.