Hi, just a quick note from the Writer,
I wrote this a few years back after writing the Light Meter and I thought I had lost it.
I found it a month or so ago after I had posted the Light Meter Part 2 story.
Anyway enough rambling from me, here's the story, hope you like it.
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It was a fortnight, nearly, since Barb and I had modeled for Dean and had his beautiful cock inside us- for the first time. We had taken turns from then on and we both now had that swagger well fucked women have. My friends had marveled at how much more positive I had become and how much more confident.
I hadn't told anyone and made sure not to mention either Barb or Dean any more than I had before and it was killing me; I had to share with someone. This evening it was a Tuesday and I had invited my old friend Linda over for a few games of cards and a glass or two of wine. She only lived a few houses up so no problems with driving while intoxicated.
Linda was a few years older than me, forty four to my forty. She had gained a few pounds since Oliver had divorced her but hadn't run to fat, closer to cuddly than big boned I guess you'd have to say. Oh look, I just liked her; this was pretty explosive stuff I wanted to share and, well she was the one I chose: the one I chose. The one I liked and, if I'm going to be completely honest, the one I fancied.
She had been surprised at my phone call but she didn't have anything on, just watch some TV and off to bed with her book so she didn't take much persuading and she came down with a few nibbles and a bottle.
So there we were on the couch using the middle cushion as our table playing cards. She was really good and I was awful so she was killing me. The wine was going down and we were both getting quite tipsy and very giggly. I had been sort of testing the waters and doing eight year old pouts and pretending to go huffy when she beat me- again and she was doing them back with the nose in the air routine when she won.
She had just finished destroying me for the third time when I raised my glass and leaned towards her. She raised hers and leaned towards me. We clinked glasses and as we did I eyeballed her and, failing to hide the grin on my face, said," Lets see how you play under pressure Linda. Strip poker- I dare ya."
Her face went from smiling to dumbstruck.
"Strip poker? Us? Here? Now?"
I eyeballed her again and licked my lips.
"Us, here, now." The challenge hung in the air.
She hesitated but I knew she was going to say yes. It took a while but finally she gave me a smile, kind of terrified and horny at the same time and nodded.
Well she played just as well under pressure, the bitch- no, just kidding, she was lovely, never gloated (other than pretend gloating) - and I lost my shoes, my blouse and my skirt before I finally won one and she removed her top. I pointed out she could just take off a shoe if she liked but she smiled and told me that would be insulting to me considering. That's how she was but now either I had struck a rich vein of form or she had started throwing games because I won a few in a row; her skirt came off, her shoes ( she did both at the one time, unlike, err hem, me) and we were both in bras and panties. Well she was in panties and I was in my thong.
She hadn't really seen it as I had slipped my dress off part turned away so she could see it was a thong at the back and check out my butt but then sitting side on it was obscured at the front. The next game went to her and as I stood to take off my bra she saw it. Barb had modified it for me by cutting along the top seam at the front and folding the material in on itself, gluing it in place until the top of the covering strip was barely an inch across. Just a light pull up on the waist band and the bottom was wedged into my pussy.
Before I had stood up I had given the waist band a sneaky tug and I could feel very well where it was. I watched her face as I stood up and calmly reached round to unhook my bra. Her eyes were glued to my pussy. Well my thong disappeared into it and it was kind of out there. I slipped an arm out of my shoulder strap, then the other and slipped the bra off into my hands and put it down.
"Oh My God, Yvonne," she said staring at me,"Oh My God, you are fucking stunning. Your hair- it's gone. Your tummy, my God it is so flat. What happened? You're fucking someone; you are, aren't you?"
I stood face on to her and smiled mysteriously. She grinned back at me and I lifted my arms to fold my hands behind my head.
'I concede the next hand," I said as seriously as I could while rolling my eyes. She grinned again and got up to lean forward and pull my thong down for me. Well she had that look; you know the "I want sex now" look and her panties went first followed by her nearly ripping her bra off. It was obvious she was hot but she had never explored her feminine option when it came to sex.
"Hold my tits," I told her and she put her hands up over my boobs then turned her hands to cup them and give them a jiggle.
'They like being sucked too, "I told her in a whisper and she bent down to cup one and suck nicely on my nipple while she held me with the other hand.
Oh, she did it so well, that sucking.
"You suck on yours, huh?" I asked her.
"All the time. Like it?"
"Well I'm not backing away," I told her and my boobs shook as I chuckled," oh God, I can feel it, it's like a rock. Oh fuck, oh do the other one."
She moved over and sucked on my right nipple; it went rock hard too.
As she sucked I told her," I am fucking some one."
She held the nipple in her mouth and tilted her head to look up at me, asking the question with her eyes. I glanced at the hallway door and did another eye roll.
Her mouth came off the nipple and her lips moved. She mouthed 'You're fucking Dean?" at me then latched back on.
She got another eye roll and a shrug, then a grin. Her wonderful lips left my disappointed nipple.
"Really? Oh my God, oh that is disgusting- I mean it should be but oh fuck its hot."
She looked at my face and I grinned and licked my lips. We were in a naked embrace by this stage and she kissed me while her fingers squeezed my butt cheeks.
"Oh my God you are so lucky, he's hot Dean, and I'll have to pretend on my own tonight bugger it."
"Want him to fuck you too?" I asked her.
"Hey, don't tease me Vonnie, K? You know I would but it aint gonna happen is it?"
"Well he turned on to me and you're prettier than I am. Tell you what lets make you a bit more fuckable and see what happens. She tilted to look up at me and I could see she was thinking. A nod and she kissed me.
I took her hand and we went, both naked down the hall, a short way to the bathroom. I turned the shower on for her and she got in followed by me for the wash. She was heavier than me, but still very feminine - I was confident my boy would step up to the mark for this one.
She was pretty well shaved, just her pussy which she kept trimmed and her ass hole. I lathered her up and took care of the two areas then got her back in the shower and washed her off. I dried her and led her into my room so she could see herself in my full length mirror. She posed, turning this way and that as she ogled herself.
As she posed I was thinking; I had it.
"Come on, back to the lounge and we'll get dressed."
I got a "Huh?" look.
"Trust me, he's a guy, give it to him on a plate and he'll run a mile so we need for him to do, inverted commas, the chasing."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head at the deviousness of my evil plan then gave a grin and led the way back to the lounge. We dressed and put everything back how it was.
'You sit here, I'll go get him," I told her with a confidence I didn't totally feel. She sat there looking up at me and I blew her a kiss from the doorway- she made to catch it in two hands and bring it to her lips.
I went down to Barb's room and went in. He had her on her back, legs in the air and pounding her snatch as she lay with her head flopped to the side going,"Ooh, ooh, Oh m,oh ooh.Oh God Dean, yeah, oh..."
He said nothing, single tasking you see, just humped his sister till he gave one last great lunge and held it as he came in her.
"Hi Yvonne," he said turning to me as his cock slipped out of Barb's pussy. She sat up and took his cock in her mouth sucking all the cum and her own juices off it. That would have been my job but if I was going to be kissing Lin again soon, and I had every intention of doing so, then it would taste a bit odd for her to discover cum and girl juice tastes in my mouth. (Yes, I considered it a major sacrifice).
It only took a few minutes and her mouth was going up and down his shaft again.
"Mom haven't you got a guest?" Barb asked- we just hate thinking of people left waiting, don't we?
"Yes Linda love, um Dean, I was wondering if you might like to get a movie of Linda and I playing cards, sort of strip poker, she said she might go down to her bra maybe. I think she's hot but, well you know a lot of inhibitions. I just thought it might be good practice for you for, um you know when a subject isn't too willing and you need to coax the best out of her."
"Ooh sounds tough sweets," my ally Barb told him, stroking his ego," an older woman, confused, deep down wanting to but held back by years of social conditioning. "
We let her words hang and waited for his reply.
"A movie, you and Linda?"
"Playing strip poker."
