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The three friends sat around the table, the remnants of a meal spread before them. The evening had been pleasant, suprisingly so as i
t had been an attempt to get Jayne, the eldest of the three in her late twenties, to get out of the house after her divorce. She had been married for two years before the divorce had come suddenly out of the blue three months ago, and now her husband had run off with some seventeen year old slut. Until today she had not wanted to leave the house, but Jill had been so insistent about her coming to have dinner with her, and meet her new love, that she had finally relented. She had thought that seeing a couple in the first throes of their new love, with public displays of affection and constant gushing about how happy they were would have made her want to slit her wrists, but in fact both had been very restrained.
She looked down at her glass, and reached out to pour herself some more wine. Jill reached out at the same time for the wine and their hands brushed before Jill withdrew her hand, blushing slightly. Jayne smiled knowingly. Tom may or may not have known about her and Jill's history, but even today there was a slight sexual tension about them. No. Sexual tension was the wrong word. A comfort perhaps, a sense of knowing someone that could only come about after having been truly intimate with them, having seen them at their most exposed, completely trusting you to bring them pleasure and enjoyment, and doing the same yourself. She shook her head quickly, no time for remembering that now, Jill was happy with Tom and she herself was recently divorced. She was just here to enjoy a quiet evening with friends. She poured herself a generous glass of the sweet white wine, spilling a little as her hands shook, and took a sip. Unnoticed by her Jill glanced at Tom, and winked.
Jayne considered the two of them for a while as the post-dinner conversation continued, aided by a small selection of exquisite chocolates. She concluded that Tom was attractive, in a soft, mild-mannered way. He had a very slight curve of a stomach and was of a stong build, but his muscles were not clearly defined, at least they were not obvious under the tuxedo he wore. There was little fat on his body, but enough to soften his features slightly and give him a slightly cheeky look when he grinned, which he did often. His hair was shoulder-length, and he had let it down from a tight pony-tail when they finished eating, letting it fall in smooth black waves over his broad shoulders. She knew he was only a year younger than himself but something about his eyes was young, nearly boyish. Not a naïve innocence, but an enjoyment of adventure and new experiences.
Jill had changed a lot since she had last met her, during their time together at university. They had stayed in touch after them, their passionate relationship gradually changing into an intimate friendship, but this was the first time in the five years since then that they had met. The scrawny, boyish girl that she had known was gone. What remained could not be described as beautiful, she lacked the elegance for that, but gorgeous seemed a more fitting word. The skinny lines of her body had filled out, giving her a figure best described as voluptuous, or unkindly as plump. The hair that she had been so proud of had been cut short, and dyed from its normal blonde into a bright, vibrant red, highlighting her bright green eyes. She was wearing a green dress, low-cut to reveal a generous cleavage and hugging her curves each time she breathed.
Jayne thought about herself, comparing with the two of them. She was tall and willowy, she knew, probably an inch or so taller than Tom and with a good foot on Jill. She had chosen to wear a black dress tonight, deciding that if she was going to be coerced into leaving her sanctuary that she would make the most of it. The dress was tight, of some stretchy material which pulled and moved each time she walked. She allowed herself a slight smile as she remembered the occasional admiring glances that the other two had surreptitiously thrown at her, and knew that she deserved them. Her legs were a little too long for the dress, or the dress was a little too short, and when she sat rose to reveal that she was wearing tights rather than stockings. Her own hair was still long and chestnut brown, she had not cut it since University and it now reached down to tickle along the small of her back when she sat, and lower when she stood.
She blinked, shaking herself from her thoughts as she realised that Jill had just asked her something. “Sorry, what was that?”
Jill smiled, and repeated her question. “I was asking if you'd like a game of scrabble, Tom loves it but I'm hopeless, and I remembered that you were always good at words. I thought you might like to play while I clear up, then I'll come and watch.”
Jayne returned the smile and nodded. “Of course.”
Tom rose from the table and went to sit cross-legged at a coffee table in the living room, pulling a Scrabble board from underneath and opening it. He set up the stands, and put out the bag of letters, pulling out his own seven tiles and arranging them neatly on his stand, then waiting for her to take her seat.
The table was glass, and she blushed slightly as she sat down, realising that her dress would reveal the delicate lingerie she had chosen with the dress. It was something she would never have worn before her divorce, but tonight she had wanted to feel attractive and so had bought a matching set of black lace, to go with the stockings. She sat anyway, tugging her dress as she did so as not to feel quite so on view. She thought for a moment that she caught Tom staring at her crotch through the glass table, but he looked away too quickly to be sure. Reaching into the bag with her painted, manicured fingers she pulled out seven little plastic tiles and arranged them carefully.
OUTCHKS
Tom spoke, softly. “Since you're the guest, I suppose you should go first.”
She nodded and quickly placed down her word on the star.
TOUCH
She reached into the bag again, drawing out her next few tiles. Tom's hand brushed her bare arm as he reached forwards to add three letters to her word.
TOUCHING
She smiled and glanced down at her tiles. A slight smile flickered across her lips and she looked up, staring into Tom's eyes deliberately as she placed her next few tiles, building out from the I.
LICKS
Tom swallowed as he returned her gaze, his eyes drifting down her body to her cleavage as she leaned forwards to draw out four more tiles. She leaned a little more than she really needed to, and withdrew the tiles one at a time, letting him get a reasonable view. A giggle sounded inside her mind and she admitted to herself that she was rather enjoying the attention, it was bringing a warm glow to her that she thought she had lost after the divorce. What surprised her is that the glow seemed to be spreading lower, and she shuffled as she sat back down.
With a shudder, Tom unfroze, his tanned skin flushing slightly as he realised that she had noticed, and that he had been caught. He moved his legs to try and hide the slight bulge that had appeared in his trousers, then smiled as he realised the word he could make. Slowly, deliberately, raising his gaze back up to hers with a confidence he did not truly feel, he placed his letters. An F, a blank, an N, a T, an A and a Y.
FANTASY
Tom froze again, his eyes questioning her. She glanced towards the table where Jill was clearing the last of the plates, and gave the tiniest of nods. Tom returned the nod as he placed down his own tiles.
SEXY
And so the game continued, words being carefully chosen for their impact, accompanied by smiles, licks of the lips, careful shifts of movement. After a few more turns Jill came to join them, sitting down heavily with a squeak at the side of the table, her legs stretched out under it. She looked at the board, blushed slightly, and smirked. “You two are having an interesting game.” Her smirk grew, and she reached out a hand to rest on Tom's thigh. “Whatever put those ideas in your head?”
Tom stammered, trying to find an answer, while Jayne simply returned Jill's smirk and answer. “You two.”
Jill reached out her other hand and placed it on Jayne's knee, sliding it up her thigh, over the rough fabric of the stockings until her fingers trailed across the gap of soft flesh above them, ending her teasing around the edge of her panties. The touch brought a gasp from Jayne's mouth, and she shivered in delight. Tom's stammering fell away and he rose to his feet, no longer caring about the obvious bulge in his trousers.
Reaching his hand down towards Jill, Tom drew her to her feet and into a deep kiss, his hands sliding over her soft, well-curved body and his fingers kneading her arse, the movement of his hands drawing her dress upwards. Jayne smiled and leaned forwards towards Jill, placing a kiss at the back of her knee before flicking her tongue across it.
Jill's reaction was immediate, her knees buckled, she fell from Tom's arms and to all fours on the floor. Tom laughed along with Jayne, looking at her. “You know about the knees then?” Jayne grinned and nodded, sliding Jill's dress back up and leaning forwards to gently bite the soft swell of her arse. Tom knelt in front of her, reaching forward to begin pulling to dress upwards over Jill's head. The cloth puddled onto the floor, leaving her naked. Jayne hadn't even considered for a moment that she might not be wearing anything other than the dress.
Jayne watched as Tom began to remove his suit, not rushed, but still quickly until he was soon standing there. She could see that he did not sunbathe nude, as a clear tan-line ran around his waist and his thighs. She opened her mouth slightly, running her tongue over her lips and tasting the slightly artificial taste of her red lipstick as she stared at his cock, already erect and upright. Her scope for comparison was not huge, but she thought it must be a little larger than average. Not obscenely so but certainly a little longer and thicker than any other she had seen, and with an upwards curve to the shaft she had not come across before.
Kneeling behind Jill as she was, Jayne could see quite easily as Jill's round face raised, and Tom moved, his cock disappearing behind Jill's head and from the sounds of licking and kissing, into her mouth. Letting out a moan at the thought, and shuddering, Jayne slowly lowered her head to Jill's pussy, running her tongue once lightly over the lips before she devoted herself enthusiastically to exploring Jill with her mouth and tongue. Her fingers tickled up the voluptuous, naked woman's legs and around to her hips, giving herself purchase to pull her tongue deeper into Jill's cunt, feeling the heat and the sweet, salty taste of her.
And so they remained for a while, Tom kneeling naked at Jill's head, her mouth enthusiastically working his cock. Jill on all fours in the middle, also naked, her large breasts hanging downwards and her body swaying back and forth between Tom's cock and Jayne's tongue. Jayne, the only one still clothes, her tongue sliding in, out and around Jill's cunt, flicking across her clitoris and along her lips.
Jayne pressed her tongue harder into Jill's cunt, letting one hand come up to pinch her clitoris. She screamed, the sound muffled by Tom's cock as her sudden thrashing pushed her head hard enough down on his cock that it caught into her throat. Her arms buckled and her legs splayed, her body collapsing into a quivering heap on the floor as her orgasm wracked her body, Tom's cock sliding from her mouth and Jayne's mouth and hand riding her down to the ground, playing with her almost roughly until she let out another scream and began shivering on the floor, and Jayne pulled away from her and looked up smugly at Tom, her lipstick smeared and her mouth wet with the younger woman's juices.
Tom glanced down once at Jill's still-panting face. “May I?”
In reply, Jill managed a nod.
Tom grinned and stepped towards Jayne, who watched as a drop of Jill's saliva, still making his cock shine, fell from him onto Jill's body. He reached down, offering her a hand to help her up to her feet, and pulled her into a kiss. It was intended to be almost a friendly kiss but when Tom tasted his wife on her lips he sank into it with a desperate passion, his hands roaming roughly over her body, pulling her dress up until he could feel her delicate lace panties. He began to try and tug them down, but in his passion the delicate cloth caught on his fingers and began to tear. He let out a grunt of frustration, still buried in the kiss, and instead simply pulled until the thin lace snapped and they came free in his hand.
Jayne gave out a moan, trying to decide whether she should protest or not, and then it was too late as he clamped his hands on her hips and lifted her, carrying her backwards to the sofa, his cock rubbing along her slit each time he moved, brushing over her buttocks, until he lifted her up once, and let his cock slide into her soaked pussy. He lowered her, dropping his heavy body on top of hers, onto the sofa, his knees resting on the floor and pushed off the floor, shoving his cock hard into her. The curve brought the head across her g-spot as he thrust, and Jayne reached down with a low moan, touching her clitoris as she felt him thrusting into and out of her body.
She rubbed with one hand, her other reaching up to clutch at the rough cushion of the sofa and dig her nails into it as her body was slammed into its padding, over and over, Tom grunting loudly each time as she began to shiver. Her fingers playing around her pussy and clit grew frantic, darting around his cock as he fucked her, pounding her body into the cushions. She felt it building inside her, a warm heat, becoming hotter and hotter until it exploded from her in a wash of sensations, rushing through her entire body as she beat her fists against the sofa, sobbing and moaning with the feel of it. As she calmed she felt Tom tense, and thrust once more inside her, his cock thrumming in her body and releasing a wash of warm, thick semen into her, driving her to orgasm once again. Her struggles were softer this time, exhausted and gentled by her first powerful orgasm.
At the door, they exchanged smiles. Tom and Jill had recovered their clothes and dressed once again, though Jayne had been forced to abandon her newly bought expensive panties after the tearing, they were beyond repair. She leaned in to give each of them a passionate kiss, and whispered low under her voice “We must do this again sometime” before she turned and walked away, feeling their eyes on the back of her dress where it clung tightly to her bare arse
