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  Almost immediately, arousal crashed into her. Tatiana's ass was so lovely in those tight, hot little shorts. Practically painted onto her body. Her pussy took over her actions—she had to do right by Peter. She had to make everything right with her friend.

  With my lover. I can make us lovers again.

  Anne flung some cash down from her purse, and followed after Tatiana into the street.

  “Please wait, Tatiana. Listen to me.”

  She heard Anne, but she wouldn’t slow down. Anne watched the amazing curves of her friend’s tight ass as she hurried ahead. Anne rushed after. In the parking lot ahead, Anne saw Tatiana's car. Rushing around, as soon as Tatiana clicked it open, Anne slid into the front seat and locked herself in.

  “Wow,” said Tatiana. “Really? You're doing that?”

  Anne's face was fevered, excited even. “Yup.”

  “You’re really serious about this.” Tatiana frowned. “I can tell. And I respect you, Anne. But what you’re asking...it’s sort of insane. And it’s asking a lot from me. You know it is. I don’t have have a fling left in me. Not with anyone. Certainly not with my best friend and her...fucking cock-stud husband. You remember what you told me about the way he fucks you? You think I would be able to just forget about that when you're done with your crisis? I’m not your...you know. Your whore, or whatever.”

  Instantly, Anne saw the problem. Tatiana was already projecting her feelings of disposability onto the situation. She still hurt from the break-up with the fake Dom—the man who was always supposed to be there for her, to tell her what to do, to let her know she was infinitely worthy...had broken her heart. Now, she was terrified of Anne doing the same thing.

  Blood rushed into all of Anne's erogenous zones, her nipples erect. Her cunt wet from the sight of her friend's soft, beautiful vulnerability. All Anne had to do was calm her gorgeous friend, and this would all turn out just how she wanted.

  “You mean the world to me, Tatiana,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to make you feel like you were replaceable. Like this was just some spurt of desperation for me. You’re right. That would be wrong. Totally, completely wrong.”

  “Thank you. It’s just that’s...I mean, when we were together, I always thought we were missing some component, and...” she stopped. “I shouldn’t say. I’m sorry.”

  Anne reached forward, grabbing Tatiana's hands. Tatiana grabbed her right back, fingers sliding in and out of Anne's.

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s like...” Tatiana's head bobbed slightly. “I’ve never been able to quite make it work with a guy. Or a girl. Anybody. And I always thought it was because, well, I wanted something more. Or something different, you know? I didn’t want to be the ‘sole focus,’ or whatever, in a relationship. So, I’ve had fantasies. Lots of them. About...being in a trio. With you.”

  “Oh.”

  “And Peter, too.”

  “Oh. My.”

  Anne's pussy felt like it was on fire. Tatiana, fantasizing about fucking her and her husband? Was there anything in the world hotter than that? She had to make it come true...not just for Peter, but for Tatiana.

  “So it’s like, for you to just suggest it, out of nowhere? It caught me off-guard. And I...I can’t just jump into that when I know you’re just spit-balling ideas because you’re hormonal and a little nuts.”

  Anne saw her friend in a whole new light now. All those years, all those frustrated years of desire and need she must have felt. Tatiana had always been flirty with her. Complimenting her, joking—or so Anne thought—about how they should have sex again, being so incredibly graphic with her talk of sex with her boyfriends...

  “And, you know all that stuff with that stupid fake-ass Dom. I thought maybe if he controlled me hard enough, I wouldn’t want to be with two other people. But I really do. And so...let’s just forget it, okay? I don’t want to make this weird.”

  But it would be weird, now that Anne knew about this. There was no getting away from that. Unless...

  Unless she doubled-down. Arousal controlled Anne now. She knew exactly what she needed to say.

  Her voice become low and sultry. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, you know. A fling. It doesn't have to be that way.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “I am really attracted to you, Tatiana. You know I am.”

  Tatiana’s voice became very small. “I know. It’s just...after what happened in California, I...”

  “His cock would be just for you and me,” she whispered in her friend’s ear. “We could share it as much as we’d like.”

  Tatiana gulped. “Come on. Don’t.”

  “You and I could fuck all the time, just to turn him on. Or to turn each other on, whatever. You could watch him fucking my pregnant belly, getting me so full of his seed. Why...” her hand crawled over Tatiana’s stomach. “He could even fuck you pregnant. Would you like that, Tatiana? You and I could be mommies together.”

  Tatiana’s eyes flashed, and Anne knew in an instant that her friend did want that, very much. They could hide nothing from one another.

  “Anne...”

  “Do you know what I found out just recently? He’s very domineering.”

  Tatiana whimpered. “Don’t...tease...”

  Even so, she was pulling Anne’s hands into her, and not pushing them away. Her fingers drifted down to the bare short-short fabric over Tatiana's pussy.

  “He’s obsessed with calling me his ‘good girl.’ I think that’s only a step away from being his slave, isn’t it? You would know better than me. He got hard right away—right away—when I called him 'Sir' the other night. Isn’t that sexy? And he had just come already. What a man, right? What a stud.”

  “I can’t...fuck, Anne, really?” Tatiana's breaths were hot and fast. “Are you being serious right now? I want that, I want that, but I’m...” she gulped. “You can’t just...” she gulped again. “You can’t just do that and then not do it again with me. You know that, right? You’re not going to fuck me over?”

  “You trust me, don’t you love?”

  Tatiana nodded weakly. “I do. I really do. Anne, I...I...” her voice became low and tiny. “I really love you both, and I can't be hurt by you.”

  Anne's heart blossomed with emotion, her cunt fueled with the perfect combination of connection and desire. Everything Tatiana felt, Anne felt perfectly reciprocated. She leaned in and kissed her gorgeous friend, fingers sliding past her shorts and into her willing, waiting pussy.

  “I love you too, darling,” Anne whispered. “We'll be together, with Peter, forever.”

  Tatiana moaned, hips bucking into Anne's fingers. “Yes...god, yes, please!”

  There in the car, Anne fingered her best friend for the first time in over five years. It had been a long time, but she still knew exactly how to touch her fit, gorgeous lover. Anyone could have walked by; anyone could have seen. Anne didn't care. Tatiana needed to cum. And Anne, in an almost matronly way, needed to take care of her friend. She had to see to her needs.

  Nothing felt better than being responsible for the needs of another, Anne realized, fingering Tatiana harder and harder. Her friend stared lust into Anne's eyes, open heated looks that spoke of years of longing finally realized.

  “I love...I love....I love...”

  “Shhh,” whispered Anne. “I know, sweetie. I love you too. Now cum for me.”

  “Yes! Yes! Oh, Anne, yes!”

  Tatiana thrashed in the car, hands sliding up and down Anne's pregnant body. Caressing her sexy baby bump, squeezing her titanic tits, grabbing her ass. She shook up and down before finally slowing.

  She breathed deep and slow, licking her lips as she admired Anne. Slowly, she guided Anne's fingers up to her mouth, cleaning her own juices off with little darts of her pink tongue.

  “I've needed that,” said Tatiana, “for a long, long time.”

  “I'm so happy to have let you have it. I wish I would have known.”

  “It's all right. We can
make it up. And we can let Peter in on the fun, too.”

  Anne smiled. They certainly could.

  * * * * *

  At two in the afternoon, they strolled into Tatiana’s apartment and went about getting ready for the night. Tatiana led Anne into her small bedroom, with Anne openly again admiring her friend’s bubbly, perfectly tight ass as she walked.

  With Tatiana on her side, Anne felt empowered. The thought of this fit, gorgeous woman becoming intertwined into her sexual life was almost too hot to comprehend. Before, she’d written off the notion of Tatiana being with her in that way again. But now that their affection was on the table, now that Anne would do anything to make Peter happy, to make him feel at home and wanted...that changed everything.

  At the beginning of the day, Anne had felt determined, but also weak. She loved Peter dearly, but his way was his way, and he was exceptionally stubborn when he wanted to be. That was part of why she loved him, of course, because he was so stubbornly in love with her.

  And also, his manly stubbornness drove those feelings that made her feel so guiltily turned on, so ashamed—that feminine submission, giving into what he wanted simply because it was what he wanted. Because it was what her man wanted. Her knees knocked at the thought of obeying him, and her cunt twinged with desire. Being told what was what...there was an excitement to it that she couldn’t explain. It was not that way for every woman, but it certainly was that way for her.

  But he was dangerously close to making up his mind to be away from her. To doing enough mental kung-fu that would make him believe he shouldn’t be with his wife anymore. Clearly, it was her duty to prove him wrong—and now she had an ally.

  She and Anne spent the afternoon preparing. With an email, she had begged Peter to meet them for drinks at a small bar, Baker’s, near their house. It had to be nearby, because she was rather hoping that Peter would want to drag both of them home for a thorough fucking before very long. No reason to delay that with a long car ride.

  But the better part of preparation was choosing what to wear. Tatiana put on a show for Anne, trying on all manner of different outfits. She put on tight short skirts that showed off her sexy long legs, tight boots that did the same, hot corset and halter tops that pushed her big tits up and out, and sexy heels that made her calves turn just the right way.

  And all the while, Tatiana was over the moon. Every other minute, with each new outfit, she was pulling Anne in for a long, needy kiss, biting at Anne’s neck and chin, holding her close in tight, loving embraces. She was starved for human attention, and Anne had no issues with feeding her.

  Tatiana had better clubbing clothes than Anne did, and was a bit of a seamstress as well. So, even though Tatiana was more fit than Anne—and definitely slimmer, what with Anne’s baby bump—they were able to modify one of Tatiana’s hot mini dresses for Anne’s use without too much trouble.

  Anne’s hand slipped inside Tatiana’s dripping wet cunt as she worked.

  “That’s it,” she purred. “Make me look hot. I’ll be so hot for you. And for him. We’ll won’t give him a choice. He’ll be desperate to dominate you...”

  Tatiana, moaning and melting, did a wonderful job with the dress by the time she finished. They found—as they finalized their outfits—that it fit Anne perfectly.

  Tatiana’s own outfit was bright sky blue, a tight tiny minidress with a sash hanging off her wide, child-ready hips. Her suede boots were tight and tall, wrapped around her thighs, with frilly leather strands hanging down the side. The neckline of the dress was narrow, but very deep, ending well below Tatiana’s perfectly plump breasts.

  “Fuck,” said Anne. “He’s going to flip his shit over you.”

  “Over me? Um, what about you?” Tatiana practically drooled at the sight of Anne. “God, I never thought I’d find a baby bump hot, but you are really working it.”

  Anne blushed. “Thank you.”

  She did have to admit that the outfit they picked really accentuated her high points in the looks department. The dress was red, fitting tight over her substantial curves. It frilled outward around her thighs, sexy black pleats clashing with the red of the rest of the dress. The neckline, in contrast to Tatiana’s, was scooping and wide, showing off her huge tits to any passer-by. Her heels were tall and black, four-inch cigar-thick stilettos that accentuated the tightness of her ass and the length of her legs.

  “What if we...you and I...had some fun while we waited?”

  Tatiana kissed her slowly, still tentative with her new lover.

  Anne’s phone dinged, and she pulled away.

  “Hold that thought, love.”

  It was a text from Peter.

  Got off work early. What a day! Meet you guys at Baker’s in fifteen?

  Anne’s heart thumped faster than she knew was possible. Tatiana leaned in and saw the message, and immediately began to purr excitedly.

  Yes!!! Anne wrote back hurriedly. See you then!

  * * * * *

  Whistling softly to himself as he drove, Peter found himself looking forward to being with his wife. When was the last time they had gone out on a date? Even if it was with Tatiana—who was always a little nuts—when had he just hung out with an adult in a social setting? It felt like ages. Probably it was months. Maybe since the first round of parties after the announcement that she was pregnant.

  Earlier in the day—in fact, at regular intervals all through the day—Anne had been texting him how turned on she was at the thought of sucking him off later.

  It was a bit strange, in fact, how casual she was about it, and how the meet-up with Tatiana didn’t seem to factor in to any sort of proprietary concerns.

  Tatiana wants to hang out tonight. I think we should. She seems down. Also, is it all right if I touch myself thinking about you fucking my mouth?

  Her asking permission was hot enough. Needing to ask so much that she would do it while at the same time asking him to hang out was even hotter, for whatever reason. It was like she couldn’t get the thought of his cock out of her head.

  That was good, he thought, stopping at a red light. That’s how he wanted it. That’s how it should be. She should be obsessed with my cock.

  He tried not to get carried away with such thoughts. They weren’t exactly politically correct: wanting a wife who was a cock-obsessed trophy, concerned only with slobbering over his knob and giving him babies. But if you were to ask him honestly about what he wanted, that might easily be the answer he’d give. And more and more, that seemed to be what Anne wanted as well, which surprised him.

  He wanted her to be her own person, always. But, if the person she was somehow was able to also be the person he wanted her to be...wouldn’t that be the best possible option?

  Stupid thoughts.

  A thought as stupid as, say, the way he felt his excitement rise when he knew he was going to hang out with Tatiana tonight. Driving the car to Baker’s, his attention was divided between the sparse traffic of the city, his desire to fuck Anne’s mouth hard enough to watch her tits shake, and the notion of seeing Tatiana’s legs another time.

  God, Tatiana was a fine woman. It was too bad Anne would never go for a threesome, because if she was open to it at all, it would easily be with Tatiana.

  If Tatiana was into it, of course. She was a good friend, even to him, even though in some ways he had stolen Anne away from her. A big heart on her. He didn't know if he could ever forgive someone who even vaguely took Anne away from him.

  If Peter were to have a threesome, it would have to be with someone he trusted. And, he wasn’t sure Tatiana was the right type—she’d probably think of it as just some fling, and then everything would get weird, and the friendship would be ruined.

  No, best to push such thoughts from his mind, just like he always had. Tonight, he’d have a few beers, sneak a few peeks at Tatiana’s legs, and then fuck his wife’s pretty mouth until she was practically drowning in his cum.

  The thought of his beautiful wife’s breasts bounci
ng as she sucked him off, her boobs covered in her own drool and his precum, smearing it along that thick expanse of titflesh just for him just drove him wild. He had lost time at work, caught up in the thought, and decided to leave early to make it happen. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that he could make a fantasy come true.

  Peter was still dressed in his work clothes, of course, but that didn’t exactly mean he was formal. He was the boss, after all, and he could dress how he wanted. Tight jeans, steel-toed work boots, and a dirty white shirt. The shirt hadn’t been dirty when he started the day, but he’d had to get into the thick of work today, helping to put up boards for a house frame and sliding into the muck for some wiring more than once. He wore a light tan jacket that covered most of the muck, and had been careful before leaving to wash his hands and face, but there was still a little dirt around his neck and shoulders. His “work grit,” as Anne liked to call it.

  She had taken, the last couple of days, to guiding him to his favorite chair right when he got home and rubbing his feet. He didn’t know quite what it was about, but he liked it.

  He got to the bar before Anne and Tatiana, and so ordered a pitcher of beer and sat down at a small booth near the back. He didn’t want to deal with all the crowds close to the television. There was some sort of football game going on tonight, the Tornados no doubt charging through some new team on their massive undefeated streak, but he didn’t have much interest in that. Even if they had the hottest cheerleaders in the entire league.

  It was around five o’clock, well before game time, when Tatiana and Anne walked in. Baker’s was a small bar, built for small business. They attracted the sort of crowd that stopped in for a beer and a shot after work, or newly-minted twenty-one year-olds who wanted to drink while they watched sports.

  Anne and Tatiana, dressed hotter than he had ever seen either of them, stood out like twin suns on a snowy day.

  His jaw dropped, torn between watching Tatiana’s hot tanned legs in those tight, tall boots, and his wife’s incredible bouncing tits as they strutted toward him. He tried looking at something else, but his gaze only shifted then to Tatiana's incredible rack, shown off expertly by her tight dress, and then his wife's hot legs in her daringly short dress.