Maggie slips her arm around Jayne’s waist. "Is he looking?" she whispers in Jayne’s ear.
Jayne giggles quietly and hums a soft "mm-hmm" in Maggie’s ear. Like a purr.
Maggie tosses her head back and shoots a smile in Matt’s direction. He's standing in the living room, staring at them through the sliding glass doors. Yes, her smile says. Tonight. Toldja.
"Brand new day," Maggie tells her. "Carpe Diem."
Jayne sighs. "I can’t. I wouldn’t even know how to begin."
Matt takes another swig of his beer, his eyes never leaving the two women, entangled together on the back porch. His back porch. His playground, and now, his fantasy, springing to life.
Maggie could tell that he was going to be still, to let it unfold, to wait.
"I have something to show you…upstairs," Maggie blurts. She grasps her best friend by the wrist and leads her inside through the doors.
"Oh, that was subtle!" Jayne practically snorts, but follows as Maggie leads her up the stairs. The shots that they consumed a little earlier spin cartwheels in Maggie's limbs, and she revels in the tingly, flipping feeling in her body. She revels also in opportunity to fulfill the fantasy. How long before Matt will follow? Give me one minute, she silently pleads to him. Just give me this. One moment for me.
"So, did you try it?" Maggie asks when they get to the bedroom. She shuts the door behind them. "You promised you’d at least try it."
Jayne trips on her heel and stumbles awkwardly toward the bed. "I…yes, I tried it." She giggles again, and Maggie smiles. Good. She’s silly. I love when she’s silly, Maggie thinks, and climbs up on to the bed beside her.
"Well, don’t keep me in suspense," Maggie says, and without thinking, reaches up to run her finger along Jayne’s v-neck, feeling the satin of her bra. "Wait…did you wear the green one?"
Without waiting for a response, Maggie pulls Jayne’s black shirt down over her right breast, smiling at the shiny green underneath her fingers. "Oh good! It’s pretty…you’re pretty. So, tell me…"
"It was…loud. It made the cat nervous."
"But did you like it? Did it…did it work?" Maggie asks, not to be deterred. Jayne’s very first vibrator had been a gift received under protest. Too much protest, Maggie had thought. She wants it. Of course she wants it. And she doesn’t even know why, yet. She’ll find out. What had she found out?
"Yes. Oh, yes. It worked," Jayne answers quickly.
"Excellent. When you did it, what were you thinking of?"
Jayne sighs, smirking in frustration, and her head falls back on the bed, her long curls making s pattern on the patchwork. "You know," she says, and Maggie does. This. She thought of this. And there she lays on Maggie’s bed, looking up for guidance, looking up for assurance. Maggie presses her lips to Jayne’s; she feels Jayne give in.
Their tongues meet and tangle, and Maggie feels her pussy begin to warm. She crosses her legs and the pressure on her clit brings her back into the here and now. Jayne sits up suddenly. Fuck, Maggie thinks. She’s chickening out. But, no...Jayne goes to the window curtain and pulls it shut. She unties her dress and it falls to the floor. She stands in her green satin bra, her black underpants and her high heels, and she tosses her chin up.
Maggie backs up on the bed, making room. She leans back on her hands and spreads her knees. Let the games begin, she thinks, as she hears the stairs begin to creek. Jayne crawls toward her on the bed. And She calls me Maggie the Cat, Maggie thinks to herself. How silly. She’s the cat. Here, pussycat…
In one, swift move, Jayne lifts Maggie’s shirt up above her head, wrapping her own wrists in the process. Jayne struggles, half laughing, half breathless, and breaks free. She backs up, and begins tracing a line with her lips up Maggie’s inner thigh, just as Maggie swiftly pulls her own bra off, tossing it firmly to the floor. Definitive. Decisive. Maggie hears Matthew's intake of breath as his silhouette appears in the doorway. She glances up at him, just as Jayne’s lips encircle her nipple. Maggie groans, too loudly, but it flows out, uncensored. She watches Matt adjust his cock though his pants, a subtle gesture that she knows well, revealing his arousal and letting her know that he’s enthusiastically on board to play out this fantasy so often whispered between them in their marriage bed.
"Lock the door," Maggie orders him, smiling. He does, and she reaches up to slide Jayne’s bra strap off her shoulder. She doesn’t unhook it, remembering how Jayne likes her breasts in a bra: supported, full, protected. Still, Maggie knows how curious her husband has been about her best friend’s body, how often she has caught his eyes lingering on the valley of Jayne's breasts in her low-cut shirts. Just for show, Maggie slips one bra strap down over Jayne’s shoulder, smiling at her nipple, upright and determined, a quick flash for her curious husband, a preview. She sees Jayne reach her hand out toward Matthew, and he takes it, stepping toward her, toward both of them on his bed.
Maggie climbs onto her knees, and presses her breasts against Jayne’s, the green satin rubbing against her nipples. Matthew watches beside them, silent, waiting. Do you need an engraved invitation? It doesn’t get more obvious than this, Maggie thinks. Go for it.
As if on cue, she hears his zipper. He wriggles out of his pants quickly, his cock already hard. Button-down, T-shirt, boxers, socks. Everything off in a swift move. Maggie reaches out and grabs her husband’s cock hard, harder than usual, and she hears Matthew groan. Jayne is stepping back now, watching, quiet. Maggie slides off the bed and onto her knees, her hand never leaving Matthew’s penis. Quickly she wriggles her lips over his cock: down, down, down till she feels him on the back of her throat. Maggie stops and sighs, her mouth full and hot and looks over at Jayne. Jayne's fingers are pulsing inside her black panties as she watches.
Maggie’s tongue wriggles in a practiced gesture as Matthew’s cock fills her mouth. Her hands reach around to his ass, grasping firmly, pulling him deeper into her. Eyes open, she sees Matthew’s hand reach over to grab Jayne’s breast, the exposed one, the waiting one. Maggie sucks him harder to show her encouragement. Enjoy it, baby, she thinks. Once in a lifetime...
He reaches behind Jayne to unhook her bra, and Maggie hears, rather than sees, the green satin slide off Jayne's shoulders. Maggie reaches up and cups Jayne’s right breast in her hand, and she feels Matthew’s hand on Jayne’s left breast.
Oh, what to do first? Maggie ponders, letting Matthew’s cock pop out of her mouth. Let’s…start…here…And she pushes Jayne’s shoulders back on the bed. Jayne lays there, covering her eyes with her hands. "Oh, my God," she murmurs. "I’m going to hell."
"It’s all okay," Maggie tells her, and her lips close around Jayne’s right nipple assuringly, as Matthew’s lips find her left. Maggie reaches her hands down Jayne’s belly, loving her curves, and reaches toward her pussy, surprised to find Matthew’s fingers already entangled there under the black satin of Jayne’s underpants. Maggie reaches around and slides the panties down Jayne's behind, as Jayne lifts her hips in anticipation.
Maggie looks down to see Matthew’s fingers wet, half concealed in her folds. Matthew looks down as well, and Maggie watches him spread Jayne apart, his middle finger reaching deep inside her. Jayne sighs, and claps her hand over her mouth. Maggie catches Matthew's eyes, and smiles. She reaches down and grabs his hand. He hesitates, and Maggie can see the worried question in his eyes, wondering if he’s gone too far. But Maggie takes his middle finger, and wraps her lips around it, tasting Jayne on him. Jayne doesn’t have her eyes covered anymore.
Maggie leans across Jayne’s belly, and thrusts her tongue into Matthew’s mouth. Jayne moves back further on the bed, so that her cunt is just below where Maggie and Matthew’s tongues entwine. Maggie leans her face down, smiles, and inhales.
Her tongue reaches in first, sliding down. Salty, Maggie thinks. Ocean. Pineapple. Jayne’s legs fall completely open now, and Maggie crawls over to climb between them. She licks deeply, reading Jayne’s pussy-map, finding her way. She hears Matthew groan again, and looks up to see Jayne’s hand clasped around his cock, pumping slowly. I hope she will, Maggie thinks. I hope she does. She hears Jayne whisper something, muffled as Jayne’s thighs lean up to Maggie’s ears. Matthew slides up on the bed, and Maggie looks up to see Jayne’s red lips open, and Matthew’s cock slide in.
Maggie leans her head up, eyes wide, too fascinated to concentrate, and lets her finger slide languidly in and out of Jayne’s cunt as Matthew’s cock slides in and out of Jayne's lips. Maggie can feel her own pussy twitch again, anticipating. Matthew’s fingers reach down into Jayne’s cunt, an inch from Maggie’s lips, and as he slides his finger into Jayne's vagina, Maggie flicks her tongue across Jayne’s clit and hears her moan, her voice muffled by Matthew’s cock. Emboldened, she increases the pressure of her tongue, flicking, and finally, sucking deeply.
"Fuck," Maggie hears her husband say. "I’m…you’re so hot." His words and the workings of Maggie’s tongue push Jayne over the edge, and she comes with a sharp shout, grabbing Maggie’s hair and pulling hard. She lilts a bit, recovering, Matthew’s cock still between her lips as she breathes her relief deeply. It’s peaceful, somehow, this release here in their bed, this connection between three friends, three daring souls, intertwined and inspired. Jayne’s lips part in a smile, Matthew’s cock still in her mouth, and Maggie slides up on the bed. She joins her tongue to Jayne’s, meeting along the bottom of Matthew’s cock.
Years, Maggie thinks. I’ve licked and sucked this cock for so many years, but never before with this soft bubble-gum tongue playing alongside mine. Your bodies are a wonderland, she smiles to herself as the song echoes in her head. Their tongues play tag around him, teasing and tasting, drawing him to the edge. His breathing is so familiar to Maggie, the rising and intensifying as his orgasm nears, and the surge of power that always comes with a blow job begins to guide her movements. Jayne follows suit, as if this was another duet they’ve rehearsed – another perfectly harmonized pop song, or a well-practiced party anecdote between best friends. Here, in this private party, they work together, lips and tongues, to make Maggie’s husband come. Maggie knows he is holding back, wanting to prolong the fantasy as long as possible, but he gives in, finally, and comes with a groan, one hand on the back of each woman’s head. Jayne swallows him deeply, and then, with one hand still around his cock, she meets Maggie’s lips in a wet, salty kiss as Matthew stares, wide-eyed.
"So," Maggie says. "Remember when you asked if she might be open to the idea of a threesome?" Maggie smiles up at her husband and winks.
Originally published March, 2008