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Kneeling, Jan lifted the pants free of first one foot, then the other. Her eyes drifted closed as she leaned close, taking in the fragrance of Gwen's secrets. She slowly licked the front of the panties, then slipped her fingers under the lace waistband. She titled her head back to look up at the object of her attention.

"Please," was all Gwen said.

The waistband lifted away, but as Jan lowered the fabric, the crotch caught for a moment between chocolate-colored thighs. A gentle tug freed them as Jan looked up again, grinning. "A bit wet, are we?"

Gwen gave a tiny shrug as she spread a bit wider. "Your fault."

"Uh huh." Jan now slipped them off easily, revealing Gwen's shaved mons, and leaving the thigh-highs to show off her spectacular legs.

Jan tossed the panties to me. I took a deep breath of the soaked crotch before licking them. It was a struggle to not rub my desperate cock. But again, I didn't want to distract, and I was hoping for better things.

I lost sight of Jan's face as she pressed it into the perfectly smooth pussy. Her pale arms wrapped around the dark legs, pulling herself tighter against her sweet target.

"Oh, Janice, yes. Kiss my puss. Lick my cunt. You're making me so hot, darlin'!"

Jan slipped one hand under Gwen, letting her fingers explore inside the other woman's pink center. The scent of her arousal was strong and stimulating, even from my vantage point. Gwen was tugging her own nipples as her hips jerked at Jan's attention. Her cries were getting higher in pitch. I was certain she was rushing toward her orgasm when she pushed Jan's head away and took a quick step back.

"Stop."

With her face covered in pussy juice and spit, Jan looked up, hurt and confused.

"On the bed. Now! I want to taste your cunt while I cum."

In no time, Jan was laying on the bed, face up, her feet at the headboard. "Bring me that sweet pussy, you hot bitch. Sit on my face and eat my cunt."

Gwen lay atop Jan; legs bent, black silk knees framing the white hair, her back arching slightly to allow for the difference in their height. Her feet dangled off the end of the bed as she lowered her hips. Jan raised her head, extending her tongue.

"God yes," was all Gwen said before leaning in to begin devouring Jan's quivering pussy.

Light and dark mingled in a mélange of curling legs, groping hands, long moans, and intoxicating fragrance. I had begun stroking my cock under the robe again, but slowly. So very slowly. I felt the swollen head under my thumb demanding more attention; aching for release. Instead, I let it go and reached to empty the champagne bottle. I glanced at the silver ice bucket dappled with condensation.

Standing quietly, I picked a small ice cube from the bucket and walked next to Jan's head. The movement distracted her for an instant. I held the ice cube near her face. She immediately opened her upturned mouth. I set the frozen cube on her tongue and stepped back.

Jan tightened her grip on Gwen's butt and sealed her mouth over her clit. Gwen lurched and squealed, but Jan responded by shoving two fingers into the sopping cunt. Gwen started flailing uncontrollably, shouting, "FUCK JANICE. You bitch. I'm cumming. Oh God ..."

She slammed her hips down onto Jan's face, grinding through a high-pitched shriek as her cum poured from her, covering Jan's face and hair. Jan gripped Gwen's ass, determined to give her every second of pleasure she could.

Sensing that the woman on top of her was relaxing, Jan slowed her attention, but continued to gently lick the sensitive lips.

Gwen gasped, then took a deep breath. "Oh, darlin'. That was incredible. You do that better than my husband. And that is saying something." She chuckled quietly at her own tiny joke.

But Jan had heard something in that comment. "Husband? So, you're not a lesbian?" From between the dark woman's knees, she turned her porcelain face toward me before continuing to slowly lick the sweet nectar still dripping from the inflamed flesh.

"Oh, no. I was barely bi until you took over my imagination."

Jan softly slid one finger into the welcoming hole. Gwen shivered. A second finger. Gwen's hips press down.

Jan's voice was almost casual. "In that case, there happens to be a big, hard, very talented cock quite nearby." Her fingers took on a familiar rhythm.

"I wondered ... yes, right there." Gwen began fucking back. "I wondered if he was going to join us."

I stepped up behind Gwen, admiring the view of her ass twitching over Jan's pounding fingers and eager mouth.

"Unless you think your husband would disapprove."

Gwen's body twisted as she turned her head to look at my throbbing dick, only inches from her aching cunt.

"Oh God, it's beautiful. Give it to me. Shove that thing inside me. Janice, don't stop eating me. I want you both servicing my cunny!"

The instant Jan removed her fingers, I slammed into the hot, slick cunt. Gwen screamed. "OH FUCK! Yes!"

Jan grabbed my balls, massaging them back and forth, making sure my timing matched her tongue on Gwen's clit.

Gwen was climbing the ladder of lust once again. "GOD you two are so ... AH ... perfect! My pussy was made for this. FUCK. SHIT. OH DARLIN'!"

Jan let go of my balls and wrapped her white fingers around Gwen's hips; digging in, pulling open the round, black ass cheeks. I stared for an instant at the deep black of her back door. Jan's eyes were just visible, encouraging me. On the next thrust, I slid a finger as far as I could into Gwen's ass.

"WHAT? Oh, FUCK."

I felt her pussy muscles gripping my pounding cock. I pushed faster. Harder.

"MY ASS. SO GOOD. SO CLOSE!"

Jan squeezed my balls once again, pulling her mouth away long enough to entreat me. "Cum with us, Lover."

I plunged in one more time, ramming myself deep into her dark pink crevice.

It was Jan who first shouted her own orgasm, "Yes!"

My balls tightened and my hot cum filled Gwen's pussy. Her scream was loud and gritty.

"I'm ... cum ... ming! FUCK!"

Her hips started to spasm, forcing Jan to dig her nails into Gwen's ass as she drank both Gwen's cum and mine. I rode the movement as best I could, sliding my cock along the inner folds of her pussy as she shoved herself over me again and again.

"AHHH." Her next orgasm was quieter, but no less intense. I managed to shoot two more loads into this incredible woman before we all collapsed from exhaustion.

As my dick slipped from Gwen's pussy, Jan once again lapped at the fluids of our joining; tunelessly humming as she swallowed gulp after gulp. Finally, Gwen rolled off.

"Stop, darlin'. Too sensitive."

She lay on her back next to Jan. I dropped on Gwen's other side. I could not resist lightly caressing her breast.

Jan shifted on the bed, bringing her face near Gwen's. Her voice was barely audible. "That was a good start, huh?"

Gwen and I laughed. I chimed in, "See what can happen when you share your fantasies?"

Gwen cooed as I spread my palm across her nipple.

Jan's eyes unfocused as she dreamily tugged Gwen's other nipple. "Maybe we should share it all? I mean, how hot would it be to tell people about our fantasies and our fun. Might start a trend." Then breaking out of her self-induced spell, she started to move off the bed.

"I need another shower."

"No," Gwen insisted. "Not yet. First..." She grabbed Jan's arm and pulled her close. Gwen started licking Jan's lips, then nose and cheeks and forehead - her entire face. "Mmm. Mixed cum. So good." Jan kissed her firmly, letting their tongues dance. Finally, Gwen laid back down.

"Now you can shower."

And that is how the rest of the night went. We took turns showering, one at a time since we were all too sore and too tired to get physical. In turn, we each ended up in the crisp, perfectly made bed that had survived the evening of torrid passion. And, in turn, we each fell asleep in one another's arms.

In the morning, I left two of the sexiest women I know to their chores of debate and negotiation. Driving home through the light traffic, hours before rush hour, I could only think back on the amazing events, and wonder if I will ever experience such a thing again.

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Three Months Later

My work gave me an excuse to visit Dallas. When I called Janice to say I'd be in town for a few days, she insisted we meet for dinner at her favorite "very expensive" restaurant. Since I don't get out to "very expensive" anything very often, I accepted.

That is how I found myself at a table surrounded by the top layer of Texas society. A well-known actress was playing footsie at the next table with a politician who could be her grandfather. A former World Series pitcher was chatting up a handsome waiter while his wife tried to wrangle four fidgety children.

At my table was Janice, the buxom beauty with the sexy smile and luxurious head of shock white hair who you've heard about in previous chapters. Her husband Daniel is what they now call a Short King; a great guy cut from the Danny DeVito cloth. His dry humor and friendly gaze were matched only by his reputation as a fierce litigator. If you're the largest petroleum company in Texas and you need protection from lawsuits, you hire Daniel. At a premium price.

Sitting next to Daniel was Cy; his opposite number in many ways. Tall, slim, handsome, softspoken, and one of the most in-demand surgeons in the country.

In between Cy and me was Cy's wife, Roxanne. Like Janice, she was part of my wife's circle of friends since school. Her infectious smile and high energy take over a room. After raising two kids and three grandkids, she went back to work as a grief counselor. Her constant workouts keep her ahead of the mom-bod, and her short hair frames a youthful face. She had a habit of leaning close when telling a story, resting her hand on my thigh and squeezing very close to where the tip of my penis lay nervously in my slacks.

By way of a brief respite, I excused myself to the men's room. The waiter had to lead me thorough short maze; I'm guessing as a combination health code and privacy. When I came back out, Janice and Roxanne were waiting in the hallway to ambush me, dragging me into the ladies' room.

Elegantly styled, the marble sink and counter ran the length of one wall. A thickly padded bench occupied one end. There were four stalls. All empty.

Roxanne locked the door.

Janice grabbed me by both arms, turning me to face her. "Is it me? That was me, wasn't it?"

I couldn't tell if she was angry or just being dramatic, much less what she was talking about.

"I mean, you changed the names and the city and there was never another woman, you pervert, but that was us! Me! Wasn't it?"

I was starting to get the hint, but decided to play dumb. "Us? Where?"

"ON LITEROTICA!" Jan practically screamed. "You put our weekend on a porn site!"

"You read Literotica?"

"No!"

Roxanne chimed in. "I do."

Janice nodded to her friend. "She does. And she recognized my description!"

This was too much fun. I looked at Roxanne. "You recognized Jan's boobs?"

Roxanne's eyes twinkled. "Well, not just her boobs."

I chuckled and Janice began to rage. "I knew it! I can't believe it. Why would you do that?"

"Did you read it?"

"What difference does that make?"

Again, Roxanne filled in the details. "Yes, she did."

Now I was intrigued. "Did it remind you of the fun we had? Did it make you hot, Jan?"

"That is not the point!" But Jan's sudden blush spoke volumes.

"Yes, it did." Roxanne put one arm around Janice's shoulders. "She practically rubbed one out while I sat there."

I felt my cock begin to wake up. "Yeah? What part of the story?"

Roxanne rested her cheek against Jan's face. "The sixty-nine, of course."

Janice seemed close to hysterics. "Whose side are you on?!"

"I'm on my side." Roxanne looked me in the eyes, then lowered her gaze to the front of my slacks where the bulge was beginning to show. "Which reminds me, are you really that big?"

"ROXANNE!"

Roxanne angled Jan's face toward my crotch. "Is he?"

"Yes, but again ... not the point."

"Easy for you to say. You saw it. You held it."

"She fucked it." I added, helpfully.

Roxanne approved. "Yeah."

"She practically begged."

Janice was aghast. "I did not ..." She took a deep breath, continuing calmly. "OK, listen. You can't post that without my permission. You have got to take it down."

Roxanne whined like a child denied a treat. "Nooooo."

I thought about it seriously for a moment. "I'm not sure I know how to remove a posting. Besides, I distinctly remember you saying it would be fun to share our story."

Jan's voice was calmer, but with a hint of desperation. "I meant with ..." she glanced at Roxanne. "... certain friends. Not in public. What if my husband sees it?"

Roxanne snickered. "Daniel? Never happen. But, listen ... about that horse dick of yours."

Janice threw her arms up in exasperation. "It's not a horse dick, you horny slut! Just a very nice size."

"Bigger than Daniel's." It was not a question.

"That's what she said." They both glared. I shrugged. "I had to."

"You stay out of this!" Janice was getting angry again.

"Look. You dragged me in here. What's going on that could not have been done by phone? Or email?"

The conversation came to standstill. The two women look at each other. I started for the door.

Roxanne jumped to block my way. "What's going on is..."

"She wants to see it!"

More silence.

"She wants to see your..."

Roxane finally worked up the nerve to complete the thought. "Your penis. Your dick. Your salami. I want to see your cock, for Christ's sake."

My hesitation only made Roxanne more anxious.

"Here, I'll show you mine!"

She yanked her blouse over her head, revealing her bare tits. Age and motherhood had taken a toll, but lightly freckled with small, tan nipples, they still looked delectable.

I shrugged. "Well, if you insist." I reached toward her when there was a knock on the door.

Janice called out, "Just a minute." She turned to us. Roxanne was still half naked. "We can't all go out at once."

Roxanne nudged her toward the door. "You go." Then to me. "Come on!"

With her shirt in hand and tits waving, Roxanne dashed into the last stall on the end. I could only follow her, glancing back at Jan who shrugged, grinned, and unlocked the door. Once we were inside the stall, I heard Janice explaining to someone on her way out, "Do not order the shrimp."

Roxanne was crouching on the toilet seat, rubbing her breasts while hungrily looking at my crotch. I heard the door to the first stall open and close, followed by the sound of clothes being shifted.

Roxanne's voice was a harsh whisper. "Are you hard? I want you hard. Show me."

I undid my pants, letting them drop while leaving my dark blue boxer-briefs in place. The bulge was getting bigger by the second.

Roxanne nodded. "Nice start. Now, don't make me cause a scene."

I raised my eyebrows out of pure skepticism. She sighed.

"Christ, I'm starting to think you don't want a blow job."

I lowered my briefs, letting my cock arc toward her. She narrowed her eyes.

"Hm. Not a horse."

I shrugged.

"But a healthy mouthful, for sure. Come here."

Accompanied by the sound of pissing from the other end of the room, Roxanne sat on the toilet seat and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer while keeping her feet out of sight. Leaning forward, she lifted her boobs to surround my cock. She began rocking back and forth, fucking me with her tits.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Nice start. But..."

She lowered her head and extended her tongue. A long string of saliva dropped onto my purple head and was immediately swallowed by her boobs. I slid my hips forward and back, matching her rhythm.

"That's better, isn't it?" Soft velvet in her voice. "Ooo. I can see why Jan likes you. You're thicker than my husband and much bigger than hers."

I stopped moving.

She looked up from my cock, surprised. "Oh, yeah. We've traded, from time to time. The guys think it's their idea."

She let her boobs drop and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock.

The other toilet flushed. Roxanne smiled.

"Perfect timing."

Angling my dick forward, she opened her mouth wide and slid it in, easily avoiding her teeth. She caressed the underside with her tongue. I started to moan. Roxanne quickly put one finger over my closed mouth. We could hear water running in the sink.

Wagging her eyebrows playfully, Roxanne begins running her hand up and down my shaft as she bobbed her head. I grabbed her short hair and began to fuck her face.

"Um-hm." She mumbled approval.

An air dryer fired up, giving me a chance to groan out loud.

"Damn, Roxanne, you're the best."

Her response was to speed up her attack on my cock, awakening the rumbling in my balls.

"I'm going to cum."

The air dryer may have been off for that one, but neither of us cared. Roxanne shoved her face against my dark curls, forcing my cock to the very back of her throat. I couldn't tell if the next sound was the door clicking closed or Roxanne gagging. I grabbed the top of the stall walls, struggling for balance. Her throat closed on the sensitive ridge of my cock head and my first load of cum shot into her gullet.

Swallowing as she sped up, she hummed in delight; pulling shot after shot from the depths of my being. Never had I cum so hard from just a mouth. My whole world was her tongue and my cock. I wanted it to go on forever, but the survival part of my brain interceded.

Just this side of insanity, I placed my palm on her forehead. She got the idea. She pulled her head back, but continued licking me, making me flinch with every touch. Finally, she allowed my half-hard dick to drop from her mouth.

She licked her lips. "God, I love cum."

"Oh fuck. Oh Roxanne. That was ... "

"Better than Janice?"

I could only chuckle. "Y'know, I don't think I gave Janice a chance to suck me. We were pretty busy doing everything else. But you..."

I lifted her up into a kiss. My tongue dove into her mouth, sliding along hers, enjoying the taste of my cum.

"You were amazing."

"Thank you." She started putting her shirt back on, reminding me to retrieve my pants from around my ankles.

When her face emerged from her shirt collar, I could only smile. "You must let me return the favor."

"I've got clients tomorrow at 9AM and 3PM, but the middle of the day is free."

"I'm at the Westin downtown. Room 128. I'd love to spend time with you."

"Sounds perfect. I'll let you do all the work this time."

Janice's voice echo against the tile walls. "Not all the work."

We stepped from the stall to find Jan blocking the door with her arms crossed. Taking three quick steps, she grabbed Roxanne's head and pulled her into a kiss. It started hard, but softened as her tongue explored the brunette's mouth. Roxanne's hands drifted up to Jan's breasts. The kiss ended with both women sighing. Janice looked at me and smirked.

"So that's what your cum tastes like. I'll have to try it myself. Westin downtown. Tomorrow. But now, they're wondering where you are. I suggest bad shrimp kept you both busy. Hurry up."

She patted the front of my pants as she walked out. I gestured for Roxanne to go next before I exited, head held high.