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Wendy and Brenda's house was incredible. It was one of the bigger houses on the street, in one of the nicest parts of the city. It was only two stories tall, but had a modernist look with stunning floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, showing the pink sky in the distance framing tasteful furniture scattered through the rooms. For two women who liked to share themselves with other women, they also didn’t seem to care much if people saw whatever was going on in their house. I imagined at night, anyone driving by would have a clear view of anyone doing anything on the second floor…but maybe that was by design. Yara told me that Brenda was a lawyer and Wendy was a top-tier chef, and it was clear that even in those lucrative fields, the two of them were in the top echelons.

"This'll be fun, I promise," Yara said as we walked up the long walkway past immaculately crafted topiaries that suggestively mimicked the female form without being gaudy. I noticed a glimmering pink koi pond next to a low copse of bonsai trees. At its center was a beautiful stone sculpture of an oyster made of pink quartz surrounded by slate, with a gumball-sized pearl at the top. The mimicry here had a little less subtlety, but it was still a beautifully crafted piece. I wondered if the blubbering fish in the pond had any idea that they swam around a stone vulva all day.

Yara rang the doorbell, and I took a deep breath and exhaled. It was far too late to run away now without absolutely embarrassing myself.

The door opened, and an exquisite blonde woman, tall with short-cropped hair and a figure like a Greek goddess, answered. Her face was bright and open, and something about her made me feel safe, even though I just met her.

"Brenda!" Yara said, leaning in and hugging the blonde woman deeply.

"So nice to see you, Yara." Brenda said, her Australian accent pleasant to my ear, even if hearing someone with that accent say 'Yara' was a bit funny.

Brenda pulled back, still embraced by Yara, and looked at me. "And this is the wonderful Violet you've invited to our little party?"

With a hint of nervousness, I nodded and introduced myself, “Uh, hi…I prefer to be called Vi, but Violet is also fine.” God, I had only known this woman for two minutes and I was already eager to please her. I wasn’t OK with anybody calling me Violet.

"Well, Vi…" Brenda broke her hug with Yara and put her arms around me. I wasn't much of a hugger, truth be told, but since I'd be having sex with this woman at some point tonight, I figured I'd need to get used to it. "We're so glad to have you here. Yara has told you the…full extent of what we do at these parties?" Brenda raised an eyebrow, her towering height making her look like a marble statue that wouldn't be out of place in the yard in front of this mansion.

"Of course, Brenda…I told Vi we have a nice di nner, keep all our clothes on, watch a PG-13 movie and absolutely don't fuck each other's brains out all night, so I think she gets the gist."

Brenda smiled and nodded, "Right…but, Vi, I want to make sure…" she held on to my shoulders and looked into my eyes, a sternness that probably served her well when she was telling people she had to cross-examine witnesses, "we have a fun time, but it can be intense, and not everybody loves wild group sex as much as they think they will, so if it's ever uncomfortable or not absolutely wonderful, you are not obligated to do anything you don't want to with any of us. OK?"

Her genuine concern touched me, and I smiled back at her. "Yeah…thanks, Brenda…I'll definitely keep it in mind."

She let go of my shoulders and gave me a hug that felt warm, almost protective, before leaning down and giving Yara a quick, light peck on the lips. "I think Vi is going to fit in just fine." A second peck turned into a full-on sloppy kiss as I watched Brenda and Yara enjoy each other.

Seeing Yara and Brenda be this intimate, even though Brenda’s wife was presumably nearby, still seemed foreign and exotic to me. I mean, I was no stranger to polyamory, and I knew it happened, but some deep cultural ghost in my mind was saying that you didn’t just do something like that with someone else’s wife. I shook the feeling, that seed of doubt, because I knew this was merely the beginning.

Brenda pulled back from Yara and turned toward the interior of the house, leaving Yara smiling and her coffee-colored cheeks blushing. "Let's get you two comfortable, you're the first here." She walked us through the foyer, because this was a house big enough to have a foyer, her heels clacking on the terrazzo floor.

The interior was even nicer than the exterior, with a large sitting room leading to a set of double stairs that split halfway up to an enormous glass atrium, light flooding the space, even this late in the day. I felt out of place here. I hadn't grown up with rich friends, and even if I was able to afford an admirable two- bedroom apartment because of my coding job, this was the kind of luxury I had only seen in movies.

"Oh, Yara, Wendy has a new strap-on that she wants you to be the first to use it on her, she won't stop talking about it, she is literally beyond excited to get topped by you again." Brenda said, walking us further into the house. Hearing her speak so casually about sex was a bit of a shock, but a good shock.

"Well, I absolutely love topping Wendy, so that should work out just fine, Bren." Yara reached over and squeezed Brenda's ass playfully, then looked back at me and winked. The heat was already turning up, and I felt my knees weakening.

As we entered the large sunken living room, the aroma of cooking food greeted us. Wendy was not just making sushi, it smelled like she was preparing an entire izakaya feast for us, and I felt my mouth watering just smelling it. We passed by a massive dining table, which looked like it had been carved from a single cross-section of a redwood tree, and we proceeded into the kitchen.

There was a woman in the kitchen hunched over a cutting board, a razor-sharp knife cutting ruby red tuna to slices so thin they could probably be measured in molecules.

"Wendy, our first guests are here." Brenda said as the three of us entered the kitchen that was the size of my entire apartment.

Wendy looked up from her laser focus on the tuna and saw the three of us. She was in a t-shirt with a red canvas apron draped over her front, and the sight of her made my throat tighten at how unbelievably pretty she was. Her almond skin and sleek black hair gave clues to her eastern Asian descent, which I have to admit years of anime and video games made me have a bit of a predisposition for. Not a fetish or anything, and I would not be so stupid as to ask where she was "from" or anything like that, but what was wrong with having a little preference? She was short and busty, her hips round with a nice stomach. I had a weakness for thick girls, so sue me .

"Well, hey, there's my Yara! Get over here, but…uhh, I can't hug back, so a one-sided embrace will have to do." She wiped her hands on the front of her apron and turned. Yara came over and hugged Wendy with a familiarity that made it obvious the two were intimate. She leaned forward and kissed Wendy, this kiss maybe even deeper and more intimate than the one she shared with Brenda. Damn, my best friend was already getting so much action with gorgeous women tonight, I envied her.

"You are falling behind a bit on the kisses tonight, Vi…care to catch up?" Brenda said, stepping to my side and looking down at me.

I gulped. "Umm…sure!" I blurted awkwardly.

"No need to be nervous." Brenda leaned down and put her hand on the back of my neck, her touch making me shiver. She kissed me on the mouth, and I could feel myself melting a little as we kissed. I had been on a few dates in the last handful of months, and even enjoyed some make-out sessions, even if they never called me back, but none of them compared to how intimate and unreal kissing Brenda felt. She was an experienced lover, and that came through in how she kissed me with an ease that made her lips move with a mastery that left me a little wobbly in the legs. I put my arm on her shoulder to keep from falling over.

"Oh, look at you two…" Wendy said. I opened my eyes and saw her and Yara looking at me, big smiles on their faces.

"Sorry…" I said, pulling back. I could feel my cheeks blushing, "Brenda, that was…really nice."

Brenda giggled and nodded. "You're fantastic at that."

"What are you apologizing for…umm…oh god, I don't even know your name, and you're making out with my wife?" Wendy smirked.

"It's Vi, darling, and Vi is a wonderful kisser." Brenda said.

"Well, Vi, you never need to apologize for kissing my wife…I don't mind sharing, obviously." Wendy grinned. She turned back to Yara, "You're looking hot, my girl…can't wait for you to use the strap-on I picked up last week."

I felt like I was watching porn that I had no business seeing, as Yara and Wendy shared a passionate kiss. "I know…Brenda said you were begging for it." Yara kissed Wendy again.

"I can't help it if I have a strap-on obsession." Wendy shrugged and kissed Yara again, but this time, Yara stuck her tongue into her mouth, and they started making out like crazy. She pulled back and looked at Yara. "Umm…the food is pretty much done, should I wash my hands and…"

"Eat me out? Is that what you're going to suggest?" Yara said.

"I kinda don't want to wait until after dinner."

"Oh, Wendy, having your dessert before your meal, you'll spoil everything." Brenda grinned, still holding me from behind as she watched her wife and Yara.

"Sorry, but…Yara has this way of…I want her…" Wendy was so cute, biting her lip, and I knew what she meant.

"It's OK," Brenda said. "Have her, darling."

Wendy giggled at the thrill of getting permission from her wife, and I could tell Yara was already more than ready for it. Wendy pulled the apron off and hung it onto a rack, then went to wash her hands in a gleaming stainless steel sink that probably cost three months of my rent.

"Vi, did you want to watch Wendy and Yara, or…maybe you and I could get familiar?" Brenda kissed my neck from behind, her arms embracing me harder. "Or if you want to wait and this is too much, I can make sure Wendy and Yara go somewhere very private, and we can just talk…and I mean that, just talk."

"Umm…" I looked at Wendy washing her hands in the sink, her t-shirt lifted slightly, giving us a perfect view of the little bit of her stomach she'd accidentally put on display. God, it was a tough choice. I didn't want to get overexcited and overstimulated, but the idea of watching Wendy go down on Yara made my brain sizzle .

Yara walked over to me, a look of genuine concern on her face. "Vi, what do you want? Wendy's going to eat me out, but you don't have to watch it if you don't want to." She put her hand on my hip.

"Umm…" I was torn. I looked over at Wendy, who had stopped washing her hands, her fingers in a bowl of warm water, a slight smirk on her face.

"She's shy," Yara said to Wendy and Brenda.

"She's warming up, I can already tell." Brenda said, placing her hand on my stomach.

I could feel the heat growing inside of me and nodded. "Yeah, I wanna…I want to watch it, and you could sit with me, Brenda…is that OK?"

"You are a very lucky girl, Yara." Brenda said, smiling down at me. "You get the first audience of the night while my wife eats your pussy."