© 2001 by R.E. Buckley
By Robert Buckley
Elie opened herself like a morning glory to the sunshine flooding her
bedroom. With one long satisfying stretch she squeezed the last bit of sleep from her muscles, then she let herself relax and take inventory. Propping
herself on one elbow she followed the line of her creamy-pale body from her
ribs, over her hips and along her leg to her ankle where her foot dangled off the bed.
Damned good for forty, she thought, and then wrinkled her nose at the lightning-bolt scar that stretched over her hip. She smiled again, thinking
the mark looked pretty damned sexy.
Mark's voice shattered her reverie as he shouted from the bathroom, "Oh, God, sorry. I - ah - oh, Christ, I didn't mean to - sorry!"
She heard Lynn too, but couldn't make out her words. She was already giggling as Mark stumbled back into the bedroom.
"Let me guess," she laughed, "You walked in on Lynn again."
Mark, clasping a towel around his hips, replied, "Damn, you'd think after her staying with us a week I'd know enough to knock first."
Elie laughed again. "Did you, at least, get a good look?" she asked, but before he could answer she noticed the towel draped over Mark's cock like an
awning. He noticed too and his face went pink.
"I guess you did get a good look," she giggled.
"Jesus, Elie, c'mon."
"What? I don't blame you. Lynn's gorgeous. I'd be worried if seeing her naked didn't give you a hard-on."
Mark's face went from pink to red, but he didn't answer.
She wanted to tease him some more, but thought better of it. She had come to understand what was troubling Mark since Lynn arrived on their doorstep
seven days ago. It was the same thing that was troubling Lynn, but she hadn't figured how to broach the subject with either of them.
She was pondering that when Lynn knocked on their door. "Mark," Lynn called. "It's okay, I'm out of the bathroom now."
"Okay," Mark replied, scooped his towel and peeked out the door while trying to tame his impudent cock. He slipped through the door and headed for the
Elie didn't want to dress. She liked being naked. And, since she and Mark bought the house, she reveled in domestic nudity, doing her housework,
laundry, lounging and watching TV without benefit of a single stitch. She got so used to it she nearly forgot herself one day, flinging the door open
to the UPS man before realizing her mistake and quickly stepping behind it.
The poor guy almost dropped the package on his foot.
Since Lynn arrived she covered herself in a flimsy robe. She pulled it on and stepped out into the hall on her way to Lynn's bedroom door. She knocked
and said, "Lynn, I'll be downstairs, come have breakfast with me." She heard
Lynn's muffled response and padded her way downstairs to the kitchen.
Lynn came downstairs just as the coffee stopped perking and a brace of English muffins popped out of the toaster. Elie set them down on a plate
with marmalade and poured them each a cup of coffee.
As Lynn nibbled around the edge of her muffin, Elie asked, "So, do you really think my doofus husband walked in on you by accident, or is he just
faking to get a peek."
"Gawd," Elie laughed, "You sound just like Mark. What's the problem with you guys? So he got a peek."
"He got more than a peek," Lynn grinned. "I had just stepped out of the shower in all my dripping wet blonde glory. It was a full-frontal surprise."
"I figured, from the way Mark stood at attention."
Lynn smiled as her face flushed. She seemed to focus on a thought before she shrugged and averted her eyes from Elie.
Elie shook her head and smiled at her friend. She knew what got Mark so excited. She had marveled at Lynn's body too. She reminded her of those
1950s pinup girls, with large breasts that seemed to defy gravity. The pink
halter-top she wore at the table did nothing to disguise them. Lynn still wore her hair long, and her blonde tresses draped her shoulders in loose
spirals. Her delicate features and gray eyes, and pink lips that always made
her seem as if she were about to kiss someone, had enthralled a legion of lovers.
"On the other hand," Elie grinned wickedly, "maybe you're letting him accidentally catch you naked on purpose."
"Elie," Lynn protested, nearly spewing her coffee. "I would never ..."
"Oh my gawd, stop being so serious," Elie laughed.
Lynn put down her cup. Her face grew somber. "Elie, I was thinking, maybe I should leave. I have to get my own place anyway."
"No way." Elie emphatically rapped the table. "I don't see my best friend for nearly two years, and now you think I'm gonna let her breeze in for a
few days and vanish on me again? Uh-uh, you're staying right here until your
life gets settled again."
"Come on, Elie. You guys ought to be able to enjoy your home by yourselves. You waited long enough to get it. And I know I make Mark uncomfortable."
"Ha! You sure do, girlfriend."
"I don't understand how you can be so blasé about this."
"Oh, for crying out loud, Lynn. Mark's crazy about you. He has been from the day I introduced you. It was a toss-up whether he was going to ask me or you
to marry him. Of course, then you ran off with what's his name, the civil engineer - Jonah? Jonas? Something like that."
"All the more reason why I should move out," Lynn insisted.
"And you love Mark too, don't you?"
"Huh, well sure - as a friend ..."
"C'mon, Lynn, all of us have been more than friends for a while now."
Lynn raised her eyes and held a steady gaze toward her friend. "Elie, have you ever told Mark, you know, about us?"
Elie returned her gaze and tugged at a soft errant red-brown curl that hooked over her left ear. "Hmmm, no I never have. No reason why I shouldn't
though. Maybe this is a good time."
"But what, Lynn? You are the only woman I ever fell in love with. And back in college, whenever one of us came home from a date, and some dipshit boy
had hurt our feelings. We were always there for each other. So, what's to hide?"
Lynn screwed up those voluptuous lips and frowned. "Elie, you're married to the greatest guy. I know, because I've glommed on to so many losers. Don't
do anything that'll screw that up, please."
"I know my guy, Lynn," Elie replied. "And if I don't, I might just as well find out now."
"Find out what?" Mark called out as he bounded down the stairs.
"Find out how much longer a guy can last under one roof with two gorgeous nymphomaniacs." Elie smiled brightly, while patting his crotch. Lynn's and
Mark's jaws dropped in unison.
"Geesh, will you guys lighten up?" Elie admonished them. She pulled Mark down by his collar to kiss her.
As he straightened up he said, "Gotta hit the Home Depot. Be back in about an hour."
He turned to Lynn and said, "Um, sorry about the shower this morning. I'm an idiot."
"It's okay, Mark," she replied. Elie noticed how their eyes held their gaze for a moment, and then Mark left.
"He thinks the world of you, Lynn," Elie said as she stirred her half-empty cup of coffee. "He would be upset if you left."
"You know I think the world of him too, Elie," Lynn said. "You're so lucky, I wonder if you have any idea. Like last week when he bought you all that
"What? You mean the Victoria's Secret stuff? I hate to disillusion you, Lynn, but that was for his viewing pleasure as much as it was for me."
"Elie, I remember, you made some off-hand remark that morning about how you needed some new underwear. Then this guy shows up after work later that
night with about a hundred bucks worth of the most beautiful undies I ever
saw. He's always doing stuff like that for you. It may not seem like a big
deal, but it really, really is."
Elie's smile spread. "Okay, I know. He's my sweet love slave, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world."
"Don't you forget it," Lynn gently warned her. "Jarrod never did anything like that for me. Oh, he was happy to toss me a couple of hundred dollar
bills and tell me to get anything I want, but he never really did anything
for me like that. You know what I mean?"
Elie nodded but said nothing. Lynn continued, "I know I was never anything more than a trophy to Jarrod. He didn't love me as much as he loved showing
me off to the other men in his office. Then he got the idea that he wanted
to share me - with his boss. Fuck that."
"I'm sorry, Lynn," Elie offered.
"Like you said, Elie, best I found out when I did. Anyway, it's not like he's missing me. A whole week and he hasn't made a single call, and he knows
where I am."
Elie put her cup down with a flourish. "Hey, you wanna swim naked?"
"Yeah, let's skinny dip in the pool. No one can see us. Well, except for this old retired couple. The old guy bought binoculars so he could see me,
but he's a big teddy bear so I don't mind giving him a thrill."
"Elie, gawd, you haven't changed since school."
"Hey," she replied, "I'm forty and I've got buns a 19-year-old would sell her soul for, why shouldn't I want to show them off? Uh-huh, wouldn't give
up these buns for anything, except maybe your tits."
Lynn laughed, "Honey, these tits have gotten me into more trouble, like a pair of albatrosses around my neck."
"Well, let's get them wet," she said, taking Lynn's hand and leading her out to the pool.
Later that night Elie and Mark had dinner alone.
"So, where did Lynn go?" he asked.
"She borrowed my car to go to the mall, she had to pick up some things. Why, do you miss her?"
Mark rolled his eyes, "Cut it out."
"You know, this morning Lynn was talking about leaving."
"Oh?" Mark said, setting down his fork.
"Yeah, she thinks she's in the way. She said she makes you uncomfortable."
"Huh? Well, geeze, that's ridiculous. Where'd she get that idea? I mean, for crying out loud, I - I ..."
"Love her?" Elie said.
Mark's eyes widened and he set stock-still. Finally he muttered, "Well, sure. I love her like a friend."
Elie shook her head and grinned, "Gawd, déjà vu all over again."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean Lynn said the same thing about you this morning. You two are something else."
"I don't get you."
"Mark, you love Lynn. You have from the first second you laid eyes on her almost 20 years ago."
"Jesus, Elie, what are you saying, I would never ..."
"You haven't and you won't," Elie said, her liquid brown eyes locked onto his. "But, you two have been dancing around me, being oh so careful not to
say or do anything to hurt me ..."
"But, Elie, I love you."
"I know, you knucklehead," she said, reaching a hand over the table to take his. "I'm trying to say that it's all right."
Mark sat like a little boy who just found out his mother found a melted candy bar under his pillow. Elie shook her head and continued. "Mark, I know
you love Lynn, I knew since our wedding day."
His eyebrows lifted right to his scalp line when she said that.
"It's true. You almost beat the crap out of that guy she came with. The one who got drunk and called her - oh, I can't remember, a slut or something."
Mark nodded as the memory seeped into his consciousness.
"I thought you were going to kill the jerk, but I knew you would have felt the same way if a guy made that kind of remark about me. It isn't that you
love me any less, honey. But you do love Lynn, and more than as just a friend. Now shut up and let me finish what I have to say."
Mark said not a word.
"Lynn and I are more than just friends too, at least we were in college. We were lovers, Mark."
Mark started to say something, but only a low-frequency hum issued from deep in his chest.
"Mark, she's my very best friend, and I love her so much. I've missed her so badly. I don't want her to go away. Our house is big enough - our bed is big
enough. It's okay with me, please say it's okay with you."
Mark stood, still holding her hand, and pulled her into his arms. "Elie, baby. I don't want to lose her either, but I'm scared to death of losing
"It won't happen, I promise. It'll be okay," she said as tears trickled down her cheeks. "I'm a spoiled brat, you see. I want my cake and eat it too. I
want you and Lynn - can I, please?"
That night Elie and Mark lay in each other's arms. A knock at the door was answered by Elie. "Lynn, come on in. It's okay."
Mark sat up as Lynn slipped through the door wearing a white terrycloth robe. Tentatively she approached their bed. Elie took her hand and pulled
her closer. Loosening the belt, Elie slipped the robe off Lynn's shoulders.
Now Lynn was clothed in nothing but her long blonde curls. Mark responded with a quick intake of breath.
Lynn slid onto the bed as Elie slid over next to Mark. Without a word, Elie smiled and nodded toward Lynn, then she kissed Mark deeply. She could tell
the exact moment that Lynn grasped his cock as he went "Uuumph."
Elie continued kissing him and running her hands over his shoulders and chest. Finally breaking the kiss, she shimmed behind him and draped her arms
over his shoulders so she could see Lynn.
Lynn continued to pump Mark's rigid cock as he moaned again, then she lowered her lips to the head, briefly lolling her tongue around it before
taking it into her mouth. Elie fingered her rapidly moistening pussy as she
listened to her best friend hum softly while sliding her pretty lips in a slow cadence up and down her husband's shaft.
Mark began to pant and Elie knew he wouldn't last. This was too much to soon for him. With a slight heave of his hips he released his cream into Lynn's
throat, the excess dribbling from the sides of her mouth as she released him.
"I'm sorry," Mark said in a breathless whisper. "Didn't mean to come so quickly."
Both Lynn and Ellie responded, "Shhh ..."
"Just relax and recover, lover," Elie smiled.
She walked on her knees to Lynn who sat back on her heels. Elie kissed her friend full on her lips now glazed with Mark's cum. Her hands now sojourned
over and around Lynn's body, a touch she had missed. Sensations she had nearly forgotten flooded her and her head began to swirl.
Lynn held her close and whispered in her ear, "I missed you so much, Elie."
Lynn gently pushed Ellie onto her back and caressed her mound of dark red curls, then she slid one, and then two fingers into her while her thumb
brushed over her clit. Lynn's fingers reached into Elie and hooked, fluttering over her G-spot. Elie's eyes began to tear. Lynn hadn't forgotten
anything; she knew just where to touch and how to touch.
Letting her fingers continue to do their work Lynn leaned over and grazed her teeth so gently around Elie's nipples. Elie's eyes filled then. Lynn had
remembered that too. The magical electrical sensations it sent sparking through Elie's body made her feel like she was levitating. It wasn't a
multiple orgasm that struck, but more of a single long, rolling wave as Elie
arched her back and screamed her release. She settled back, sobbing unabashedly.
Mark had watched Lynn bring his wife to a glorious orgasm as he steadily pumped his cock rigid again. Lynn looked at him pleadingly, and then turned
on all fours, lifting her ass to him.
Elie watched Mark rise up onto his knees and position himself behind Lynn as
she grasped a bedpost. Elie could see Lynn's syrup glisten for just a moment before Mark slid himself into her cunt and begin thrusting with a fluid
rhythm marked by the roll of his ass and lower back muscles.
Lynn's high-pitched whimpers and Mark's low moans fed a want in Elie. She rose and positioned herself behind Mark, sliding her arms around his waist
so that her hands found Lynn's hips. She molded herself to Mark's body, crushing her tits into his back and taking up the rhythm of his thrusts.
Then she felt as if she were fucking Lynn with Mark's cock.
The lovers' pace quickened as Lynn's cries and whimpers grew louder. Then a flex in Mark's ass signaled Elie that he was about to pour himself into
Lynn's cunt. Elie came again as Lynn screamed and Mark groaned out his own
The three lovers separated and fell back onto the bed. Then Mark and Lynn snuggled on either side of Elie, who lay with her eyes closed smiling
through tears and wondering if she could ever experience so much bliss
Then she felt their kisses. Lynn and Mark peppered the length of her body everywhere with their lips, stopping every so often to kiss each other. Elie
grinned widely as simple powerful thoughts coursed through her mind: "My loves, my family, my house."
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