As often before, they had spent a relaxed, pleasant evening together. Janine had prepared a deceptively simple but tasty meal, heightened by some choice wines out of Tom's growing collection of Australian Reds.
Inevitably, the men's talk after dinner had shifted to their shared professional interests as civil engineers, while the women had drifted away, first to the kitchen and then into Janine's study. No excuses or explanations were necessary, for they were more than just social acquaintances.
Tom and Eric had been fellow students and close friends at university, while Janine and Lexia had been intimate friends since school, and then as Arts students at university.
Now in their forties, an added factor had strengthened their friendship as couples.
Tom, after graduating as a civil engineer, started work at Melbourne City as a municipal engineer. It became his successful and rewarding career.
Tom met Janine, the daughter of a couple his parents knew from church, when he was twenty-five. She was twenty-three, an attractive, serious young woman, unattached and career-minded; she worked on the editorial staff of a local publisher. Without going through a whirlwind romance, they married, with Lexia, her apparently out-of-character best friend, as bridesmaid.
Eric, in contrast, joined an international construction firm. For the next twenty years, he worked as an on-site engineer on major projects all over the world. His private life was far from celibate, but he never stayed anywhere for long enough to get married.
Throughout the years, he kept up his contact with Tom by e-mail and home visits. Finally, three years ago, Eric was promoted into a key management position in the Australian branch of his firm.
At his welcome-home party at Tom and Janine, he met Lexia and promptly succumbed not only to the allure of her sexy ass and almost tumbling-out boobs but also her easy charm and wits. Within five months they married; with Janine being -- for the second time already -- Lexia's bridesmaid.
Tonight, at the end of a well-spent evening the close friends were nursing their last drinks. Janine, in her elegant, ancle-length caftan, with her legs pulled up, was affectionally leaning on Tom on their sofa. On the settee opposite lounged Eric and Lexia. He, totally at ease, had his hand over one of her bra-free, generously displayed breasts.
But Lexia's attention was not on Eric fondling her boob. Her eyes, with a knowing smile flitted between Tom and Janine. Tom clearly wanted to hide looking longingly at Lexia's glorious tits. They were, resting on the folds of her by Eric's groping crinkled up blouse, almost fully in sight. As she leaned back into Eric's arms, her blouse slipped down over an aroused perky nipple.
Janine, apparently undisturbed, noticed and grinned, which Lexia acknowledged with a wink. Tom, just as on earlier occasions, did not suspect he was toyed with.
Lexia seemed to love tempting him. And Janine, his wife of more than twenty years, never showed any jealousy or concern.
Janine - now some years ago - had confessed to Lexia -- with an embarrassed chuckle - that she was occasionally writing and publishing "naughty, erotic stories"
She explained:
"You know, Lexia, from our uni-days, that I wanted to become a writer.
"Instead, I've become an editor, sitting at home over my computer to proof and knock into shape the drafts of predominantly romance novels my boss assigns me.
"After working one day on an especially cloying, steamy, suggestion-laden script, I angrily sat down in the evening on my laptop.
"I rewrote the shit I had worked on all day. Following its story, setting, and awful characters, I used for the first time in my life every raw, beautiful sex word the authoress had coyly avoided. I described every action, every depraved predilection of her awful characters in enthused, vividly imagined detail. And then... was it in a burst of spite or pride in what I'd done,... I don't know,... I posted it under an invented name to a web porn publisher, to Literotica. "
Lexia burst into delighted laughter, "You nerdy slut! What happened then?"
"They published my story within days!... I was stunned! What I had written as a diatribe, attracted as porn twenty-eight thousand readers in its first week. It was judged as 'Hot', at an average of 4.86 out of 5, on the marks readers had given.
"And a naughty wag commented that 'Sinoptima' - the name I had chosen -- should be crowned Literotica's new Queen of Porn!"
Lexia, after enthusiastically congratulating Janine, wanted to know more:
"Surely, after such success and applause, you couldn't stop writing such stories?... Naughty you!... Did you... Are you enjoying being so bloody good at it, being a Queen of Porn?"
Janine blushed:
"You know me better than I knew myself, Lexia. I was flattered, yes! So, I began to submit more stories... At first, I often based them on the worst of the vanilla Chick-lit stories I was paid to edit.
"But then, to even greater success, I switched to people, stories and settings of my own invention. Therefore, if you read my stories -- you are going to, aren't you - the sexual orgies, the cheating and swapping, the inventive, raw and varied sex Sinoptima is now known for, is all a product of my depraved, filthy mind!"
I'll drink to that!" giggled Lexia.
"Except for you, Lexia," continued Janine with a grin, "I couldn't imagine the people I know best... my extended family or Tom... especially Tom... ever being like the people in my so successful stories."
"But what about yourself?... You, with your dirty imagination?... And yes, me, your slutty friend with her sexy-naughty husband?" Lexia grinned.
Janine refused to answer. But after some giggling and humming and hawing they decided to put Tom to the test. It could be for the realism in Janine's writing, they joked, inspirational to watch if and how Lexia could seduce Janine's decent and -- so the women believed - sexually unadventurous husband.
It started a game were Lexia - always in Janine's presence -- flirted quite openly with Tom. It began with meaningful looks, sly words, and an occasional, accidental touching. But Tom was slow to respond.
Encouraged by Janine, Lexia raised the ante. She began to kiss and rub up to him every time she arrived and left and, while there, shamelessly showed off her sexy tits and ass being in states of slovenly undress. As Lexia became -- without having intended to -- more and more turned on by the game, she began, whenever possible, to flash him her pussy between carelessly spread legs.
With Janine agreeing, Lexia loved doing it. Neither was being married to Eric a hindrance.
For he, much less of an innocent than Tom, watched Lexia's so obvious putting out with amusement. Without knowing the reasons behind the charade, Eric loved his wife's apparent eagerness to have with Tom some extra-marital fun.
Although not particularly attracted by Janine, he aimed to be part of the potentially developing mix. But unlike Lexia's flirting with a spellbound horny Tom, Janine's eyes passed over him, showing no interest. He could only look at her, lounging on the opposite sofa, admire her fine chiseled, intelligent face as she talked. But then, noticing her delicate feet sexily wriggling as they stuck out of her nun-like dress, he did not give up hope.
When they left to go home, out in the car he reached across to open her door. Lexia sliding into the seat, let her skirt ruck up to her crotch. Still bending in, Eric parted her thighs, and put his hand closed on the moist warmth of her pussy.
"You hussy!" he grumbled, "Your pussy is all wet from flashing it and your tits at poor Tom!"
"Are you jealous?... Or does it turn you on too?"
As he had started the car and was pulling out on the road, she paused. But then, she reached across to get a feel of Eric's rising erection:
"I thought so." Lexia murmured, "I don't think you would punish me for fucking Tom. Would you?" Then she burst into a peal of laughter.
In their house, newer and much larger than Tom's and Janine's, the garage door lifted on command, closing once they were in. Eric got quickly out of the car. Hurrying to the passenger-side he opened the door and held out his hand with a gentlemanly bow. But as Lexia, reached for it and quite un-Lady-like swung out her legs, Eric pulled her up into a fiery kiss and embrace.
With both hands under her skirt on her squirming ass, he pressed her pussy onto his rampant erection. As he shifted down her panties he scowled:
"I'm going to fuck you right now, you hussy, all hot for a strange cock!... This randy, hot cunt of yours is just waiting... begging to be fucked!... Isn't it?... Tell me!"
Lexia only moaned but her hands - feverishly at work on his belt and his zip - signaled her consent. And when he released her, it was she that pressed her breasts and her spread out arms on the Audi's warm hood. And he, after smacking twice her voluptuous, now so ripe, womanly ass, rammed his cock in two thrusts into her hotly shivering cunt.
And then, over long minutes, Lexia's panting and slavering song of "Yes! Yes! Yes, Eric!... Fuck me, fuck this cunt... this hot cheating cunt!... Yes, harder, God, harder, Erik, harder!... Make my naughty cunt sing,... God, make me, make me cum!" reverberated from the concrete walls of the garage.
Later, while they were recovering still half undressed in their lounge-room with a whisky as nightcap, Erik, filled with post-coital pride grinned and suddenly asked:
"Do you think Tom is going to fuck you better than I?"