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I could feel the sexual energy in the air. The playfulness and flirting had led to something more serious and sultry. Yara took a seat in a tall wooden chair, her legs spread apart. Wendy got on her hands and knees in front of her, crawling along the cold, expensive floor. Brenda and I were on a loveseat in the living room that swiveled to get a perfect view of the scene. Brenda was being respectful, holding me but not making any moves…yet.

Wendy kissed Yara's feet and moved up to her ankle and calves, then along her legs. Her hands gripped Yara's thighs and moved up them.

Slowly, making their way to her skirt. Wendy had practiced this routine many, many times with Yara, and it was like she was returning to a place she belonged. Yara looked at me and smiled, knowing that I was watching her. I knew Yara had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but I'd never seen her fully engage in it like this, relishing the fact that her best friend was going to watch her be eaten out.

"Have you and Yara…" Brenda said, playing with my hair .

"No…not really…I mean, a little.” I said, my gaze transfixed.

"Oh, really? So no sex?” Brenda sounded genuinely shocked.

“We were sort of saving it for tonight.” I ran my fingertips along the back of Brenda’s hand, feeling the unique texture and warmth of her skin.

"She's kind of throwing you into the deep end tonight, then, isn't she?"

I laughed and pressed my head into the hollow of Brenda's collarbone. "That's perfectly fine with me."

"Well, Vi…if this ever gets too intense, or you need anything…please tell me."

"Thanks, I appreciate that…it means a lot that you're making sure I'm having a good time."

"I'm certain by the end of the night I'll be giving you more than a good time…" Brenda said, laying her hand on my thigh, but not pushing further. The idea of Yara and I having sex simultaneously with two married women was electrifying, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

Wendy pulled Yara's skirt up over her knees and I could see the light pink fabric of my friend’s panties. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Yara's inner thighs and began kissing them lightly, teasing, Yara breathing sharply through pursed lips. Brenda moaned slightly, the sound resonating through her chest.

"Do you enjoy watching your wife fuck women?" I said, wrapping my hand around Brenda's, her lithe fingers lacing with mine.

"Oh, yes." Brenda sighed. "You'll see, it's pretty amazing." She said, holding my hand firmly but gently.

Wendy worked her way up Yara's inner thighs, kissing her as she moved upward. "Do you want me to take your panties off?" Wendy said, holding on to Yara's ankles.

"Only if you do it with your teeth, Wen." Yara smiled, a jumble of her curls falling in front of her face.

"With pleasure, baby…" Wendy leaned down and kissed the outside of Yara's panties, then began to nip and tug at them. Yara lifted her ass up to allow Wendy to slide them down. It was an achingly slow process, but seeing Wendy labor to get the angles right to shimmy the panties down Yara's hips was utterly intoxicating.

Brenda laid her chin on the top of my head and traced my jawline with her finger. "Do you like watching your friend get eaten out?"

"I've not seen it happen before, but…it's pretty damn hot." I said. Wanting to feel her warmth, I pressed myself harder against Brenda, seeking solace in her embrace.

Wendy got Yara's panties off, her bare pussy on display in front of her. Wendy looked up, her body tensing, waiting for the moment. "May I?" Wendy asked, her lips practically on Yara's vulva.

"What do you think?" Yara said, holding Wendy's chin, tilting it down toward her aching pink slit.

Wendy pushed forward and ran her tongue slowly over the entirety of Yara's vulva, parting her folds with her tongue to reveal the wet pink flesh within. Yara moaned and threw her head back as Wendy pushed forward again and flicked her tongue inside, Yara's eyes closing in absolute rapture.

"Mmm…oh, yes…" Brenda said as she witnessed her wife dutifully sink her head into Yara's lap. I felt a heat growing between Brenda and myself, but I couldn't take my eyes off Wendy and Yara. Even though I actually couldn't see much nudity, since Wendy's head was covering up Yara's pussy, it still felt more intimate and wild than if we were all naked.

Wendy stuck her tongue out and began licking and sucking on Yara's labia, her head moving slowly in and out as Yara groaned. "Oooh, Wendy, you are so…god…I fucking missed this, baby."

"And I missed you…" Wendy said.

Wendy looked up at Yara, and they stared at each other. It felt like I could see their souls intertwining as they shared the experience. Then, Wendy sunk down again, pushing her tongue deep inside Yara. Yara looked at me, her brows knitted, a cartoonishly wide grin on her face as she enjoyed Wendy's work.

"I forgot how fucking expressive you were during sex, Yara." Brenda said, "those movie star looks…god…I don't even have to look down to know Wendy is doing exactly what you need." Brenda touched her breast through the green fabric of her dress, the nipple standing out.

Yara laughed a little as Wendy ate her, looking down at her, Wendy's head bobbing up and down slightly. She looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face and said, "You think she's a good pussy eater, Vi?"

"She looks like she's an absolute expert…fuck…" I said, digging my thumb into my thigh.

"Mmm…Vi…" Brenda said, looking at my hand digging into my thigh and then down between my legs, her fingers on my wrist, "you're getting pretty hot and bothered watching my wife eat your friend's pussy, aren't you?"

"Mmm hmm…" I nodded, my heart rate probably reaching the low 500s.

“Do you want a little attention for yourself, too?” Brenda asked.

"I…" I said, and nodded again, the pressure in my head getting to be too much. "Yeah…but, um…is it OK to say I want to eat Wendy out?"

"Oh?" Brenda held my shoulders and kissed the crown of my head. "I could tell she was your type by how much your jaw hung open when you saw her. I get it." Brenda giggled.

I felt her hands wrap around me, one sliding down to my stomach, the other cupping my breast, squeezing gently, my nipple pressing into the heel of her hand through my dress. "Ohhh, god…"

"Do you mind if I get you warmed up a little before you eat my wife's delicious pussy?" Brenda cooed.

"God, yeah." I said, turning over my shoulder and looking into Brenda's eyes. Her expression was a little mischievous but caring as she kissed me, our lips moving together with more purpose than before. Her hand moved under my dress, finding the join of my hips, her long fingers pressing at my vulva.

I opened my mouth for her, feeling her tongue flick into my mouth, my hands exploring her shoulders, my fingers sliding down and pulling the straps of her dress off and down to her cleavage. Her boobs were as small as mine, but that just meant I knew exactly how to make a girl with small boobs scream. I pulled the small triangle of fabric down, exposing the cherry blossom pink nipple that topped Brenda's absolutely perfect breast. I sucked hard, flicking my tongue across the top as my lips clenched around and pulled the areola into my mouth.

Brenda sighed, "Vi…god, you're so…ohhh, you're really fucking good with that mouth…mmm…" She slipped her hand between my legs, my thighs opening for her as I kissed my way across her chest. Even if Brenda wasn't exactly my type, she was obviously still a hell of a lot of fun.

Brenda slid my panties to the side and worked two fingers into me. I spread my legs open, wordlessly telling her she could continue.

"Oh…fuck…oh my god…yes, Wendy, right there!" Yara yelped, throwing her head back, her voluminous hair bouncing and swaying. "That's it…don't stop, oh…you are…mmm, you're a perfect little slut, aren't you, Wendy? I know you…mmm…oh, yes…oh…god, I'm coming…"

Brenda pulled me away from her tit and turned my head toward the scene. "I don't want you to miss your friend coming, do I?"

I watched, Yara's chest rising and falling, one of her nipples having slipped out of the top of her dress during the past few minutes. "Fuck, Wendy, don't stop…oh my god…"

Wendy didn't stop, not by a long shot. Her head bobbed furiously, and I saw her ass flexing as she put everything into taking Yara to her second orgasm.

Brenda pressed her mouth to my ear as Yara got closer and closer to orgasm. "Does she look sexy, Vi? You see the way her leg muscles are tensing? The way her toes are curling…my wife is making her come so goddamn hard."

"Mmm…it's so hot…" I said, my hand gripping at my tit.

Yara's breath hitched, she began to shake. "Fuck, oh my god…oh, yes…" I looked down at Yara's feet, her toes splaying out wide, then clenching, as the orgasm finally ended. The smile on Yara's face was thousands of miles wide.

"Oh…fuck, Wendy." Yara gripped the side of Wendy's head, tilting her away from her pussy, and even as Wendy's face was exposed, I could see her still lapping at Yara's wetness.

"Quite a welcome, right?" Brenda said to Yara.

"In-fucking-deed." Yara leaned back in the chair, spent and well-fucked. Wendy leaned back and sat on her heels.

"Was that good?" Wendy laughed.

"I think the fact that your face is absolutely coated tells you what you need to know, Wendy." Yara smiled.

"Oh, yeah?" Wendy stood up and kissed Yara. I could tell Yara loved tasting herself.

"So, you ready to be the center of attention for a moment, Vi?" Wendy said.

A burst of laughter escaped my lips as I nodded in agreement. I was nervous but so, so horny. The longing for it filled every fiber of my being. I needed it. The way Yara’s face contorted and her body swayed indicated that Wendy was wholeheartedly focused on pleasuring my friend, amplifying my arousal.

"She'd like to eat you out, hon, if that's OK." Brenda said to her wife.

"Oh, she does?" Wendy said, looking at me as I was a puddle in her wife's arms.

"She does…" I said. I was getting closer to it happening, and I could feel myself losing all semblance of inhibition. I needed to feel her. "God, Wendy, you look so damn sexy…I just want to…taste you." I said, the words uneven and halting.

Wendy raised her brow and gave Brenda a look.

"I think it's your turn for some fun, dear." Brenda said.

Wendy walked over to Brenda and gave her a peck on the lips, then me a kiss on the lips that made my body even more weak. She reached down and took my hand, beckoning me up, and of course, I complied.