I clamped my hand over my mouth the moment the words were out. I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just said. I wasn’t thinking, and it had just kinda blurted out.

“The only way you can beat me now is with a hole in one, girl. That’ll never happen in a million years.” I had said stupidly.

“Oh really? Wanna bet, Miss Smarty Pants?” Vanessa had rocked onto one hip, with her driver hiked over her shoulder.

“Anything you want.” I bantered, overconfident as always. “Okay. You miss it, and you’re buying dinner. Some place seriously swanky. But if, by some crazy one-in-a-billion chance, you get it, I’ll… I don’t know…” I paused.

I was going to say something crazy like ‘buy you a holiday’, or ‘give you my car’. Rachel didn’t need money. Or a car. Or anything really. Neither of us did, and I was floundering for something that simply said it’s never going to happen. For one moment I almost said, ‘I’ll go down on you’, and then wondered where the fuck that came from. And suddenly it just popped into my mind, the one thing she really wanted, and always had, ever since the day we both met him.

“Oh, easy. I know. Jim.”

Rachel simply looked at me with her eyes widening and a tiny bit of suspicious side-eye. And I doubled down, the stupid fucking idiot that I am.

“Get that hole in one, and you can fuck Jim. Tonight, and ONLY tonight, he’s yours.”

I expected a comeback, a refusal, a “you can’t be fucking serious, you silly bitch,” or just a dumb laugh maybe. But instead, she raised an eyebrow, silently letting my words sink in. Then she simply gave a tiny shrug, lined up and swung the club, easy, relaxed and clean.

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, why I said it. I wanted to increase the pressure, dangle something so juicy it would get her tense and overthinking her stroke. In my defence, Rachel had never beaten me, and neither of us had never hit a hole in one before. But instead, I’d taken a huge risk, betting something I really didn’t want to lose.

We were both lost in silence, time seeming to slow down as we watched the ball soar, fading off to the right on a very promising (or worrying, depending on your perspective) curve. My jaw dropped as we watched her ball bounce once. It was deflected almost impossibly by a devastating bump in the grass just at the end of the fairway. The ball bounced again just inside the green, and somehow, despite the ridiculous improbability of the situation, caught the perfect slope and rolled silently into the hole.

“No fuuucking waaay!” Rachel cried as she whooped and threw her club into the air and hopped around on the spot.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” was all could manage, pathetically, as I looked into the distance, desperate for it not to be true. I covered my mouth, then my eyes. But it was. It couldn’t be. But it really was true. Fuck, what an idiot.

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I hadn’t said a word. I didn’t know what to say, as we’d left the course, and, at Rachel’s command, raced straight back to my house in the car. And of course, we found Jim there. My heart was in my throat as I looked at the gorgeous, wonderful man I’d been calling my boyfriend for the last eighteen months, after finally making peace with an understandably jealous Rachel and explaining that he’d made all the moves at me. It was almost entirely true, although I had definitely not done anything to resist either. And I’d always known Jim liked the look of Rachel too. He’d been pretty open about it at the start, when it had all been flirty banter and half-jokes, I’d often teased him about it when his eyes followed her just a little more attentively than they should. It had simply never worried me. He could look all he wanted, I never doubted he knew where he was better off.

We walked in together and called out to Jim, who had been relaxing in the conservatory, enjoying the glorious sunset and a glass of wine as the afternoon rolled into the evening. “We’re in the lounge. Come join us.”

We said our hellos, and I hurried to reach Jim first, giving him a big kiss on the mouth. Rachel and Jim cheek kissed, as they always do, before she gave him a hug.

“How was the game?” he asked, sensing an atmosphere.

“I won!” Rachel blurted out, bouncy and girly with excitement, still clenching Jim’s arm, their hug not entirely broken.

Jim didn’t say anything. Instead, he looked at me with raised eyebrows and a surprised look.

“I was ahead the whole round too. Rachel hit a god damn hole-in-one on the eighteenth to do it. Out of nowhere.” I wanted wine, needed something, but that would have meant leaving the room and leaving them alone, which just didn’t feel right. It would have looked like running away or chickening out. Maybe I was fearing handing over control of this situation to Rachel, but I had no idea how to handle it myself either.

I knew it had to be coming now. I felt like a prisoner awaiting sentencing. And Rachel knew it too.

“And that’s not the only surprise, Jim. You’ll never believe this. We made a bet. Vanessa bet that I wouldn’t win. Isn’t that right, Vanessa?”

“Yes,” I said quietly. “Yes, I did. We did,” I said, sitting down on the massive sofa and covering my eyes with one hand for a moment. Rachel moved in close to Jim and wrapped an arm playfully around his waist.

“I bet Jim would love to know what you bet. Wouldn’t you, Jim?” She fluttered her eyelashes a little.

“Sure. Go on then," Jim said, with a little hesitation, knowing just from looking at me that something was going on and clearly unsure how to cope with Rachel’s proximity, which was definitely getting out of the ordinary.

“Do you want to tell him, Vanessa? Or… are you the kind of girl who backs out on a bet?”

Was Rachel simply punishing me and messing with me? Was she dangling a way out?

“Ah, my Vanessa would never do that,” Jim said, assuredly. “Come on, you’re better than that, babe. We all know it.” He looked at me now, his head tipped to one side, inquisitively. “Come on, Vee. Whatever you bet, I’m sure you must have been happy to go through with it.”

Ugh, shit. Now he’s laying it on too. “Okay. A bet’s a bet. You won fair and square.” I said, trying to sound sure of myself.

Rachel smiled at me for a moment, her arm still around his waist. She wasn’t being cruel. There was nothing malicious in her look, just a girl taking an opportunity and maybe proving a point slightly at the same time. At the very least, it had been overconfident and stupid of me to make that bet. But it was playing with her emotions and abusing the fact that I’d always known she’d buried her desire for Jim, out of kindness for me. And as the only person sitting while they stood, practically holding each other, I felt like a silly little school kid.

This was where I knew it, seeing her with her hands on him. I wasn’t jealous exactly; I wasn’t really afraid, but I was worried about Jim’s judgement and reaction. It didn’t hurt to see them in each other’s arms, particularly, but I wasn’t sending him into the arms of just any other woman. I’d done it with a woman who I knew really wanted him and who had always silently regretted not snapping him up before I got there.

“Jim, put your glass down, and close your eyes,” Rachel said, her voice calm and smooth. “And whatever happens, do not open them or do anything until I say.” She sounded like she meant it.

Still a little unsure, but clearly assuming it was safe, Jim gave a humouring eyebrow raise and a little shake of his head before he complied and closed his eyes.

Rachel blew me a tiny little kiss with a cheeky wink before she pressed her hands to Jim’s chest. She leaned in and softly pressed her lips to my boyfriend’s mouth. My stomach clenched and my breath caught. At first, he stayed frozen, sturdy, like something carved from ancient Greek stone . Instinctively, he tried to back up in surprise, but she threw her arms around him and clung tight. He knew it was Rachel, and alarm bells were ringing, but he also knew I was there and doing nothing to stop her. That’s when he realised, this must have been the bet. I could tell his head was spinning, his brain was clearly whizzing at a million miles a minute, but slowly, he softened and opened up to what was, undeniably, an exquisite kiss.

Rachel pressed the whole length of herself against him, sighing deep into his mouth, and slipped a hand around the back of his neck. Her face said it all. Like a little girl on Christmas morning, or a bride at the altar. There was no doubt how badly she wanted this. She pressed her tongue against his mouth, and slowly he welcomed it, and met it. My chest convulsed slightly, my breath flickering. But, along with a kind of automatic jealous sensation, I felt a response, deep inside, a little spark of something I hadn’t expected, as Jim leaned in and let his hand settle on her hip. I sucked on my bottom lip as his tongue stroked and swirled with Rachel’s.

It lasted only a few moments, but they were moments that I knew would stayed etched into my memory for life, as I watched the most gorgeous man I’ve ever had making out with my, admittedly, incredibly beautiful friend. Maybe it was her happiness and my love for them both that made me put aside the fear of loss. Instead, I cherished something in the moment.

Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled away. Her face was pink, her lips moist, and she was clearly trembling slightly. I’d never really seen Rachel nervous before, and it was oddly endearing, touching in fact, witnessing the happy glow on her sweet little features. My head was reeling, and I tried to quickly search my feelings, understand, and tame the storm that was threatening to rise inside me.

“What… the… what was that?” Jim looked at me, his eyes wide, but his mouth smiling in happy surprise. “Vanessa, seriously, is that the bet? To let your friend kiss me?” he asked, with a look that was a small part judgement, some part happy surprise, and a large part amazement. Rachel was still half wrapped around him, their legs still interlocked. I knew he would have begun to harden.

I looked between their eyes, from Jim to her, and back again. I was feeling a painful range of sensations. Was I jealous? Not really. I understood his physical reaction to her. She’s hot as hell. I was afraid of what it said about me. I felt guilty. I had cheapened what we had, and degraded him. Used him, in a way. But seeing them wrapped around each other, if I took it at surface value, I could handle it. In fact, there was no denying it was dangerously sexy.

I put my glass down on the low table and stood up to move closer to them, unable to stay so much lower than them any longer.

“Not quite, babe,” I said, moving closer but making no move to intrude on their embrace. “I told her…”

“Sshhh,” Rachel cut me off with a finger in the air and butted in, “…it wasn’t just one kiss, Jim.” His eyes opened a little wider again, in surprise, as she slid a hand down his back and onto his butt. “Vanessa’s always known I’ve had the hots for you.” She said, her voice getting breathy as she tugged his shirt out from his chinos. “Big time,” she added, emphasising her point with a squeeze of his ass. “But I’d never said a word and hidden it, because I care about her too much,” she carried on, her breasts pushed against Jim’s chest now, her fingers snaking onto the bare, raw flesh of his middle. “Good friend that I am.”

“Umm… okaaay,” Jim answered, still confused.

Every one of Rachel’s words was hard to hear. For the first time in my whole privileged, rich-kid life, I had to confront my own narcissism and self-centeredness. Betting Jim, under those circumstances, had been the act of an awful friend and a horrendous girlfriend. And yet still, I felt sure it was going to be ok. Jim would forgive this and still be mine. I just knew it, without knowing why I knew it.

“I’m really going to need to know what is going on here, though. What did you bet?” Jim pushed on.

“She was so sure I’d never beat her at golf, she dangled you in front of me. Knowing how badly I’ve wanted you.” Rachel’s eyes shone as she said those words, finally spitting out something she’d been desperate to express. She cast a glance over me, evaluating, like Caesar deciding my fate. She turned her head back to Jim, their eyes only inches apart. “So, I’ll tell you everything. But first, you have to kiss me. I mean, properly, you kissing me. That was me kissing you. Kiss me, like you want to, like you mean it. If you want to. Or this ends here.”

Jim looked at me, briefly. I didn’t know what to say or do but I gave him a small shrug and nodded him on. He said nothing. It was clear he’d already done his thinking. Looking away from me again, Jim took a deep, calming breath. I knew how his chest and middle would be trembling with it, and how Rachel would feel it and know it.

I watched, holding my own breath, as he did it. He did exactly what I expected him to do, and it filled my heart with pain, affection, and heat for him as he stroked a hand softly over her cheek, his fingers floating around the back of her neck and up into her long, soft brown hair. All his signature moves. I knew how that touch would feel, and I saw it make her tremble, just as it did me. Gradually, he clamped her closer and closed his eyes just as their lips met. She deliberately held back just a little, receiving rather than leading the kiss, however desperately she wanted it. He tilted, pressed and closed the gap between them as I watched their lips part slowly, intimately, their bodies melding together. Her fingers continued their roaming beneath his shirt, as her other hand stroked and enjoyed the curve of his butt.

Jim had accepted his incomprehension and simply gave himself over to whatever the hell was going on. He knew I was there, and probably took some comfort from that. The hand from the back of her neck crept round to her collarbone, and his other settled on her hip, rising into the curve of her waist. My own chest rose and fell as I watched his fingertips lightly flourish over her skin. My skin prickled and shivered as they touched. Their tongues barged into each other’s mouths and twirled and danced together. I was helpless, lost and aching. Not with a real pain, just stuck, and with an undeniable growing fire between my thighs. I could hear my pulse, felt the drag of every heated breath and a conflicting desire to both look away, and watch intently. Transfixed, my eyes followed their hands, as he stroked her back and shoulders, ending with a brave squeeze of her bottom with one hand and the other poised low on her collarbone, stopping just short of her breast, but noticeably close, a silent question. No longer the frozen statue, he was active now, Jim was driving and relishing this kiss, and wanted more.

I saw red heat rising over the flesh of Rachel’s chest as her breasts rose in the golf polo top. I couldn’t really make sense of it, but I felt happy for her. I knew the leg-shaking, tummy-trembling magic Jim could work with a kiss like that, and I knew she would be in heaven right now. I was almost able to feel a vicarious wave of it myself. I wondered just how hard Jim was now. Was Rachel feeling it now, rising and pressing against her? Was she getting warm? I suspected she was already a flooding spongy mess. I found myself rubbing my thighs together at the thought of it.

Staying in her arms, Jim finally pulled his head back and gave a puffing little gasp. The kiss ended, or paused, maybe.

Rachel’s words rang in my ears still as I thought them over. “…or this ends here," she had said. It sparked thoughts. Firstly, Rachel had been willing to walk away, even now. But also, Jim hadn’t taken the out, he’d kept going. On one hand, that could have bothered me. Selfish Vanessa would stamp her feet now, pick up her toys and sulk off home. But I didn’t want that; chose not to feel that. I was glad. Jim wanted this. Wanted Rachel. And he was making Rachel very happy. And that meant that, however this went, I would be forgiven. We would be ok.

“Okay. What is this? Come on.” Jim was assertive, but there was a slight shake to his voice, the sound of an aroused and slightly off-balance man.

“It’s ok. Rachel. Let me.” I spoke up.

I took a breath and made my decision. I took the two small steps that separated me from them and pressed in against them both.

“Jim, darling. I love you. I really do, so fucking much. And Rachel, sweetheart, I love you too.” My heart was racing, but I pressed on. I kissed her cheek, it was rosey and warm, and made her giggle.

“Jim, I told Rachel she can fuck you. Tonight, and only tonight, if you agree.” I looked into his eyes as he took it in. “You can say no. And this happens the way you want. If you want. Only if you want. Both of you.” There was a heated, shaky gasp from Jim as I took his hand from her collarbone, and slid it down, laying it and curving it into place until he was cupping her breast.

Jim was silent and unreadable for a moment. He looked into my eyes with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom. And then, as if accepting something, his first response was to curve his fingers around the orb of Rachel’s breast. Exploring and enjoying it, as he looked between her eyes and mine. I knew his mind was calculating, working fast. Dealing with every side of the situation.

“You bet me? You gave me away to your friend?” He looked neutral, deadpan. For the first time in our relationship, I couldn’t read him. “For a fucking golf bet?”

“I’m sorry. I never believed it could happen. But I should never have done it.” It was all I could manage.

“And this is okay?” He cast his eyes to his hand as he stroked Rachel’s breast. I gave a weak, bouncing little nod.

"And you're good with this?” he asked, his eyes softening as he took Rachel’s hand from his backside and slid it round between them, threading it between his legs. Rachel gave a little whimper and bit her lip as she gripped his impressive shaft.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip a little and giving a few more small nods, trying to keep my face neutral. I don’t know what surprised me more: what he was doing, or just how okay it really was. Watching his hand knead and enjoy the swell of her breast, I tried to imagine how great it would feel. The hardening of my nipples and the warm clench of my pussy drove the truth home. It really was far more than just okay with me.

The look on his face started to register the sensation of Rachel’s hand on him and I sighed, imagining just how she must be stroking and discovering his cock. I knew he knew everything now, I knew he was thinking and working this out. He would be telling himself that if I made that bet, on some level, I wanted this. He had good reason to be cross and to punish me, but he wasn’t stupid enough to miss the fact that this was an opportunity. And he held all the cards here right now.

I couldn’t stop the nervous little grin that crept over my face. I was melting. I was burning up. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I ran a hand around their waists and joined their hug, my mouth tantalisingly close to theirs.

Jim looked into Rachel’s eyes and I watched their connection. They didn’t speak, but it was clear to see some kind of an agreement or an understanding, as Jim playfully squeezed and lifted her breast and she grabbed more firmly at his cock, which strained at fabric, fully erect now. I felt the heat that was starting to build between them. His teeth gritted and his jaw tightened a little before they kissed one last time. This one heated, fierce and intense, although brief. My insides literally clasped and dripped at the sight, as their tongues and mouths devoured each other.

Jim broke the silence with one word. “Bedroom,” he growled, as their kiss broke, already on the move. Giggling and yelping and bashing into furniture, we barged through the door of the bedroom, and came to a halt at the foot of the bed.

Suddenly, he turned to me, raising one single extended finger like a school teacher. He looked me straight in the eye.

“You. Sit.” He pointed to the edge of the bed. It was clear he expected obedience. I backed up a little and sat on the bed, suddenly a little removed from them. “Good,” he said, with a cheeky wink at me.

And then he turned his attention back to Rachel. And the two of them flew for each other. He grabbed her by the waist, drawing her against him and a deep sigh rose from her as she flung both thighs around his middle, leaping against him. They kissed wildly, falling to the bed, her on her back, and Jim, ever the gentleman, lowering himself onto his strong arms rather than crushing her. They scurried upwards to the middle of the bed, our bed, their hands flying at each other. Rachel hastily worked at the buttons of his shirt while he tugged her polo up over her breasts.

They were hurried now, and I was panting, just watching them. Jim certainly wasn’t holding back, and I knew just what a treat Rachel was in for. Jim was trying to kick off his shoes, while their arms were getting tangled in half-shed clothing, in their rush to get each other undressed. Instinctively, I leaned in to help, planning to tug Rachel’s polo up and away.

“No.” Jim fired at me. “Not yet. Wait.”

It stung a little for a moment, but I took it. This was what I was just how it was going to have to be. I could wait.

I sat there, arm’s reach away as they mauled and palmed each other. Rachel’s top was flung away, along with Jim’s shirt. Rolling him onto his back, away from me a little further, she covered his torso with kisses. She literally whimpered in appreciation as she felt his body, sucking on his nipple and then following those exquisite V-shaped lines that led her on, downwards. He had already been stripped of his chinos. From a kneeling position between his legs, her body close to mine, she gave me one generous glance before hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts and tugging them down. His massive member flicked into view, proud and perfect. Her shoulders rose, and her breasts heaved with her sigh as she ran her fingers around the bare flesh of him.

I clenched inside. I knew what she would be thinking. I loved that cock. My cock. That beautiful shaft that I had worshipped, sucked and been filled with so many times. And I felt a strange proud joy at seeing Rachel’s reaction to it, as her cheeks swelled in a wide smile and her hands worked their way all over the smooth ridges and contours. She stayed there a moment, slowing down the momentum for a few breaths, as she relished in her prize. I almost considered moving in, encouraging her on.

I felt a little stab of self-awareness, maybe even guilt, realising that I was feeling as if I wanted to give him to her, as if she was having a go in my brand new car, or borrowing my best sweater. Not like a human with his own will and heart and decisions to make. I really was a bit of a selfish bitch. I knew I had to restrain myself, especially as I remembered the sharpness in Jim’s command, and stayed back on my heels.

Jim, however, was unleashed. His whole body shuddered as Rachel’s fingers worked over his hard flesh, and he let out a low, deep growl as her nails dragged over his balls. He seized her shoulders in his hands and pulled her back up, lying her down flat on top of him. Her full breasts crushed against him and her mouth fell into the hollow of his neck before rising to meet his own again. With a nimble prowess that didn’t surprise me in the slightest, he wrapped an arm around her and unclipped her bra before holding her hips and guiding her upwards. It was his kiss that travelled this time, as his mouth hungrily roamed south. Causing my whole body to tremble, he gave his own little sigh as he wrapped his lips around my friend’s sumptuously pert tit.

All three of us let out matching moans and sighs as he suckled, indulging his fire for her and discovering the perfect firm roundness of her breasts. I was flooding and couldn’t help myself; I tugged down my leggings just a little and slid my hand between my lips. I was damp and warm and knew Rachel would be even more so, as I watched what happened next.

Still guiding her hips to drive her, he encouraged her up further, and with an easy movement, he grabbed her waistband and pulled everything down and away. In an instant, she had kicked everything off and I was suddenly the only non-naked person in the room. I had seen Rachel’s breasts before, but this was all so new, and I’d definitely never watched her, or anyone else for that matter, fuck before. She looked every bit as good naked as I would have imagined. The smooth and muscular lines of her body were stronger, slightly more impressive, and touchable than I’d imagined, and I was surprised to feel quite so excited at the prospect.

Jim’s intentions were already clear to me as he shuffled down further, and used his hands to guide Rachel on upwards. I saw the moment she understood, as her eyes lit up, her thighs spreading either side of his chest, feeling Jim’s kisses slalom down her abdomen. The strong, large hands held her bottom commandingly as he gazed up into her eyes, dipping below the curve and pressing his tongue to her.

That talented, wonderful tongue that would never fail to blow my mind slipped out of my sight. It ventured freely and fulfilled its masterful plan as it drew a gasp and a breathless moan from Rachel. Her eyes drifted closed as she slid a hand into his hair and let herself sink gleefully onto his mouth. It was all getting too much for me, as I melted and lived every sensation by proxy. Distracted and unable to resist, I leaned in, placed a hand on Jim’s cock and dropped my mouth to it. My tongue swirled on the tip, and I got the briefest taste of his sweet precum before the response came.

“No!” It was Rachel this time. “Mine,” she said and grabbed my ponytail, tugging me back.

“Uugghh,” I sighed, frustrated and almost angry. But I knew she was right. I was about to protest, just out of my normal brattish insistence, but Jim got there first.

“No, Vanessa. Watch. Don’t touch,” he said, muffled around Rachel’s pussy.

“Okay, okay,” I answered, flatly. Trying, and failing, to sound like anything but a sulky little brat.

But my initiative had clearly inspired Rachel, who spun herself around quickly on Jim’s face and dropped, her hands either side of his waist. I quaked and felt a painful stab of desire and heat run through me. Rachel’s mouth opened wide, an “O” of pleasure as Jim’s new angle got her right where she needed him. She began to pant and giggle, grabbing his cock tight but unable to do any more with it. That man can eat a pussy like a true master. My whole body reacted in empathy as I watched her first orgasm wrack her. Her face lit up, and her eyes closed, until she forced them back open. She looked into my eyes with a huge grin as she came, Jim’s majestic cock pressed to her cheek, and a slow gasp of “fuuuck” escaping her as she shuddered it out.

And then seconds later, she took him into her mouth. Clamping down onto him, her tongue swirling and her lips tightly clasping around my favourite cock of all time. She bore down, recovered enough now to really focus. It was Jim’s turn to moan and swear and puff at how wonderfully she worked him. He’d been hard for some time now, and I couldn’t help but wonder how Rachel’s oral skilled compared to mine, given how quickly and intensely she had him groaning and sighing out her name.

“Oh fuck yes, Rachel. That’s so fucking good,” he oozed out the words that both excited and pained me in equal measure. He had eased his attentions from her pussy for a moment, knowing instinctively that she may need a moment of reprieve after her first climax. I didn’t know where to look, what to watch, as she drove her mouth up and down his length. Her breasts hung, and then crushed against his middle as she rose and fell, delectable and soft. Jim’s face dipped between her legs again, only to emerge slick and shining with the evidence of Rachel’s pleasure. Her face registered every lick and suck of his talented mouth.

I couldn’t help myself, still kneeling up at the side of the bed, I shoved my leggings down and off, rocked forward onto one hand, the fingers of my other hand slipping into my soaking wet folds. I was still in my underwear now and top but without the leggings, I had full access to myself. I shivered as my palm hit hard on my clit, burying two fingers to the hilt inside myself. I was hopelessly aroused, and while I felt no real desire for them to stop, I would have given the world to take Rachel’s place. Or even Jim’s, if it came to it.

I watched her tongue circle the bulbous head one last time before Jim called out, “Okay, easy, oh, that’s sooo fucking good… fuck… please, Rachel, best to stop a moment.”

With one last suck, she backed off and gave Jim space. Instantly, he was on the move. He rolled out from beneath her, grabbed her by the waist and cast her to her back on the bed. She gave a shrieking giggle at being so suddenly manhandled, and he lowered his body quickly onto hers. Their heads were only inches from my knees, and my hand beside them on the bed. Rachel’s hair haloed around her head on the white sheet, her face radiant, more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.

Jim covered her body with his own as they kissed again. I wondered just how that kiss would taste, as their savours mingled. My pussy throbbed at the thought.

“Rachel, that was fucking incredible. But, I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not yet anyway,” Jim murmured, bringing a delighted sigh from Rachel.

The not yet and the heat behind it hit me hard. My insides clenched and my heart fell a little. This was really happening. But wasn’t this what I had said? I had given him away for tonight. And as that thought hit home, finally, Jim looked at me. He raised up onto his knees, between Rachel’s widespread thighs. I tried to hold his gaze but couldn’t help but look down to the huge hard club of his delicious cock, glistening with precum, its tip just touching her lips.

“Vanessa, babe, I hope you’re prepared for what you’re unleashing here,” he said, surprisingly softly as he stroked my cheek. Rachel’s hand rose and found mine, and we interlocked our fingers. His eyes left mine, and I looked to Rachel instead, as he ran his free hand in a long sweep over Rachel’s body, taking in her neck, her breast, her hips, and ending with a swirl over her clit and a dip between her legs.

“This is going to be… well, I just hope you’re ready for it…” his eyes were narrowed and there was a weight in his tone that told me how serious he was.

I turned my face and kissed his palm, giving a little nod and a smile. I really was. I hadn’t even realised, but my hand was still between my legs, cupping my pussy, and I felt it throb just from that little touch. “Now strip.” His eyes burned into me, and it only just occurred to me I had been waiting for his permission.

I gripped my top with both hands and ripped it up over my head. My bra followed immediately, and my whole body breathed a sigh of relief to be bare and displayed. Finally, on even scores with the others. Their eyes both cast over me, and I saw Jim’s cock raise its head in response. Rachel’s face was near delirious with hunger already, and her eyes floated and shone for a moment as she took in my breasts and watched my slick, sticky fingers return between my thighs. The fingers of one of her hands slipped down her own abdomen, and I watched them dig softly into the fleshy warmth of her lips, finding her clit.

“Stay right there. Play. Watch. But don’t you dare come until we say so, or you’re out of here.” Jim’s calm assertiveness was suddenly unbearably arousing to me.

I gave another flurry of rapid tiny nods, saying nothing. And Jim’s attention was lost again, back to Rachel.

“God, Rachel. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you?” Jim sighed, as he lowered his body back over hers. Rachel’s eyebrows rose in confused elation. “Ever since we first met, but you were still with that asshole, Dave. I hated that you weren’t available.”

“No way. I wanted you so badly then, too. It’s why I finally gave him the boot, but you’d already started something with Vanessa, and I wasn’t going to take you from a friend.”

“Jesus. And Vanessa fucking knew all this.” He looked over to me briefly to make sure I was listening but kept his focus on Rachel. “She knew we were both so hot for each other, and she still told you that you could have me?” Jim rolled his hips and steadied himself on one hand and one elbow. “That might make her the best friend ever, in a way. Or a total idiot. Either way, I’m going to love every second of this.”

I fought hard to keep the words inside, but I found myself desperate to yell, “Stop talking and just fuck!” I was suddenly just dying to see it, to be there and live through whatever was going to happen to me.

“Oh, yes, me too!” Rachel hissed as she tilted her hips and grabbed a handful of Jim’s ass.

Their eyes were locked together as I watched it happen. Jim’s hips lowered, and he inched his way inside her. Her mouth opened, matching the way I knew his cock would be stretching her. They shared an intense, burning look as he slowly conquered her and made her come alive. He started with slow, short glides going in about halfway and then slowly dragging backwards.

Rachel puffed and moaned with each one, and her breasts swelled as she filled her lungs. For the first time in my life, I wanted to touch them, touch her. As Jim lowered his mouth to take one in between his lips, the bulging, taut flesh of them called to me, making my mouth water.

“Oh yes, yes, that’s so good.” Rachel panted, and Jim finally fully flattened his hips to her, driving everything he had inside. Her legs opened, falling fully apart, her thighs beckoning him in. The face she made as he ploughed into her almost threw me over the brink, and I knew I would have to ease off a little to not come. I was full of desires that were completely new to me. I wanted to reach in between them and touch her clit, just the way I had been touching mine.

They were picking up pace now, Jim’s hips were driving back and forth indulgently. Rachel’s body shook beneath him, breasts jolting upwards with each stroke, nipples calling us both like sirens in a storm. Their eyes were locked and they alternated between kissing passionately and smiling like lovestruck teenagers.

“Jim, fuck, your cock feels even better than I’d imagined. This is sooo good.”

“I know, Rachel, my god, being inside you… It’s incredible,” he groaned back, the muscled dimples of his butt rippling, showing the intensity of his deep grind, as he held his hips flush to hers.

“Oh, my god, please don’t stop. Fuck me, Jim. Just like we’ve always wanted.”

I hadn’t expected the intimacy and passion that the two were bringing to the moment, but I was moved and almost choked by it. I found myself rooting for them, wanting them to blow each other’s minds. I let out an involuntary little sigh as Jim hitched an elbow under one of her knees, opening her and driving himself deeper. He rose up high on his arms again, taking her in as he plundered her, then palmed and rolled her breast in one hand.

My sigh turned their heads a moment, and they looked at me. All three of us red-faced, puffing and a little dazed.

“I think our Vanessa is enjoying this,” Jim said, playfully addressing us both.

“I’d say you’re right,” Rachel purred in response. “I’d guess she wanted this as much as us.”

In the moment, I didn’t even know if she was right. Maybe I had. Maybe this is just what I knew would happen, subconsciously, maybe this was exactly what I’d hoped for.

“Well, you’re both so beautiful. You look so… so fucking sexy…” I let the words flow out of me, however they came. “You’re so hot, Rachel. And Jim, god, you fuck so good.” I grinned as I looked at Rachel.

“Ugghh, he really does, doesn’t he?” she sighed back to me, as he drove into her in a way that I knew she would feel for the rest of her life.

“Go on, both of you. Jim, give it to her. Show her what you’ve got. Fuck each other’s brains out.”

Rachel gave a shriek that somehow encompassed pleasure, pain, and the release of a long pent-up desire that was finally going to be fulfilled. Jim gripped her tight and went wild. His cock burrowed into her as his hips rocked back and forth, at times pulling the whole length from base to tip, and at others just shallow fucking her. She was quickly on edge, and losing control as her legs softened and yielded to his control.

Rather than stay locked in this missionary position, Jim quickly pulled out and grabbed Rachel’s hips. He rolled her and guided her effortlessly onto her front, and up onto her knees. My own pussy gushed at the sound Rachel made as he lined up and slid himself into her again from behind now. A higher, less controlled kind of soundscape took over. New angles, new depths, Rachel’s face showed a woman living through a fantasy that surpassed her dreams, as she rocked back, pressed and bucked against him. They clamped and bucked and fucked wildly at each other, with Rachel looking back over her shoulder, taking him in, and then at times looking back up at me, just inches from her face.

She rested a hand on my thigh, perhaps simply steadying herself, perhaps in a gesture I was meant to understand. I felt its heat there and suddenly realised just how desperate I was to be touched.

I forgot any risk and, unable to help myself, I reached in and grabbed a handful of Rachel’s tit. It was firm, solid, her skin baby-soft. She did nothing to fight me off, no punishment came and I held it, her nipple closed between two of my fingers, glad to be connected to their fucking in someway, while Jim drove her crazy with his spectacular shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as Jim pistoned in and out of her. Beads of sweat shimmered on his abs, and her pussy was giving wet slapping sounds. I wished I could see it more clearly, see just how she looked, widespread and dripping wet for his meaty cock.

My own pussy was crying out, yearning for the feel of those same fleshy ridges, the heft and girth of him, and I did what I could to satiate it with my own fingers. At that very moment, I felt Rachel’s hand close over mine, where I was still holding her breast. She looked at me with a faint, delirious smile and then slid our hands down. I grinned into her eyes, sizzling as I anticipated her direction, and feeling my fingers float over the short fuzzy little hair patch, and then onto the hot, soppy mess of her clitoris. I’d never touched anyone like this before, but I burned with heat throughout as I simply did what I would want someone to do to me.

I felt Jim pressing against my hands. His balls slapping her as he pounded, and his flesh slapping against the smooth, perfect flesh of the backs of her legs and her butt.

At last, Rachel gave her warning cries and her body clenched, flexed and then curved beneath my man. Our man, now, maybe. She gripped him tight, her knuckles whitening as she gasped, “ohh, fuck, yes! I’m coming… ohh I’mgonnacome,” she spat out fast, as if it was one word. Jim’s hands clamped her hips, forcing himself to the hilt inside her, sandwiching my fingers into the swampy heat of their fucking. Like a maestro, as skilfully as if he was her creator, he undid her, slowing but still keeping Rachel under his spell. He drew every last breath, every last drop of ecstasy from her shuddering body as he drove her to the highest climax she had ever experienced.

Then she fell. Flailing and crashing to the bed, limp, used and giggling. She whooped involuntarily as the aftershocks pulsed from her deepest core. She took my hand in her own and pulled it away, needing a moment’s respite.

“Oh my fucking god… whoo… I mean, that was… fuuuck,” Rachel babbled, as Jim stopped his hips and slowly rolled her back onto her back, still fully hard inside her. She gripped his hips and held him still. “Just, hold on a mo.” She sighed happily, between panting heavy breaths. “Twenty-three years of being alive and no one has ever fucked me that well.”

I chuckled and tried to feel purely happy for her. The sight of her, the feel of her, the scent in the air and the heat of their sex was still alive in me, though. I was gaping, gagging, and sopping wet.

“How are you still hard?” Rachel finally moaned, as she slowly stirred her hips again, clearly edging the line between hunger for more and discomfort. “I may need a moment.”

“Girl, you’re only just getting started,” I whispered, leaning in to stroke the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead. I longed to drop my head and take her nipple between my lips.

Jim pulled back and let his cock pop fully out. It quivered in the air, huge, slick and shining with juices.

“That was so fucking hot,” I said, breathy and heated. Unable to help myself, I edged closer, drawn to Jim’s huge cock.

“Alright, come here you.” My heart flipped in my chest as Jim finally turned his attention to me. He reached to the back of my head, drew me in and rising up slightly, presented himself to my lips. With eyes wide open and not a sign of a flinch, I wrapped my lips hungrily around him and moaned as I slid it into my mouth. It was a new taste, a sweet savour with a slick and pleasant texture. His cock was rock-hard and I tongued it, took it and loved its perfection as I tasted my best friend’s pussy on him.

“Wow. That’s so sexy too,” Rachel said, her voice a little shaky as she watched. I was leaning over her waist, sucking Jim right between her legs, licking her juices from him. I almost burst into climax instantly as I felt her fingers slide up the inside of my thighs, finding me drenched. She glided two fingers firmly over my clit, and between my lips, filling and stirring me with them as I hummed around Jim’s shaft.

“Oh fuck, yes, Rachel.” I panted, pulling my face off Jim. “Jim, I’m so close. Fuck me, please.”

“No!” The cry came from between my legs, from Rachel, her fingers still threatening to break me, as she fucked me with them from beneath me. “Not yet!” She carried on. “His come is mine. You can come though,” she blasted out before taking a grip of my hips and pulling, bringing her head between my legs. She wrapped an arm around each of my thighs and my dripping cunt willingly fell onto her mouth as she drove her tongue into me.

I shrieked out, swearing her name and crying in gratitude as her mouth set me alight. I lost all focus on Jim’s swaying cock for a moment as her tongue set off explosions throughout my whole body. Instead, I gripped him and pulled him back to Rachel’s opening, this time finally seeing the exquisite moment as her lips parted and yielded to the meaty rod, her cunt swallowing him hungrily. I knew I would last only seconds, as I dropped my head to their junction and pressed my tongue to Rachel’s pussy, feeling Jim’s hard flesh penetrating the dainty, smooth opening. Her taste filled my senses again, and she groaned and practically yelled into my pussy, burying her face deep as she registered the flicks of my tongue on her clit.

I tried to fight it, but it was futile, as Rachel broke me, slurping and sucking the climax from my sopping, gaping pussy as I shivered and quaked above her. She clasped me and held herself tight as she refused to let up, joining me herself only moments later as I watched her pussy clench and grab at Jim’s cock. The two of us panted, moaned and thrashed our way into orgasm, just as Jim finally gave in as well. I’d sucked that cock enough times to know just when it was going to happen, his abs rippling and his balls clenching as he burst inside my friend. I wanted it. I wanted to taste it and have it, but I was so happy for Rachel, it almost hurt, as she let out a cry of satisfaction, hitting the peak of climax just as Jim filled her. I knew I must have completely drenched her and slowly rocked off her, to the side, still throbbing and alive, while taking in the scene and the carnage I’d created.

I was pressed to Rachel’s side, but back on the sideline again as Jim fell flat onto Rachel, and their mouths met again. A warm, deep, tender kiss that grew between the two of them, sharing gratitude, happiness and delight. I watched, a little breathless, propped up on one elbow.

Jim eventually pulled back and, with a warm smile, said, "Mmm, you taste just like my girlfriend.” They both giggled as he licked up a trail of my juices from her cheek and neck. He reached a hand towards me, looked at me, and gave a ‘come here’ nod. I wriggled in close, and Jim wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into a deep, warm kiss that filled my heart. Smiling just as hard, I felt my face turned towards Rachel, who kissed me with just as much passion and fire as Jim.

“Thank you… Thank you so fucking much,” Rachel sighed as we kissed, and I felt actual tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing, and simply kissed her back.