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"Red or white," Chloe asked.

An actual question, Terry realized. She also realized that she was missing information, "I...I don't know. What's for dinner?"

"Pork tenderloin with a honey demi glace reduction, I think he said. It was something like that anyway. And roasted broccoli."

"White then," Terry said as they entered the dining room where Lance was placing the main course in the center of the table.

They sat and served themselves, talking about work and challenges they were facing with various clients. Chloe's conversation had calmed down quite a bit, Terry noticed, when she asked, "So, what's up with your social life? Has anyone caught your eye? I mean, you haven't brought anyone over with you in a minute."

Terry felt her cheeks color, "I didn't know I was supposed to. I'm just happy on my own for now, I guess." Then she thought about it and said, "There is this guy and work that's been after me for a couple of months. I mean, I guess I could fuck him." She looked Chloe in the eye and said, "I'm not sure his wife would approve though."

Chloe smirked, "Probably not. And I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," Terry said. "I know it's been a while since Chad, but he was such a dick that it's taking a moment to get over it."

"I never did like him," Lance said as he stood to take his plate to the kitchen. "Just don't let his dickhood control your life."

Terry and Chloe stood joining Lance in clearing the table. "I know, I know," Terry said. Then she sighed and said, "I don't know, maybe I should just let Tony at work take me into the supply room and 'do' me."

Chloe and Lance laughed and he said, "Oh, hell no! You could do a lot better! You know, I never mentioned this, but the thing I remember most about Chad is one time he said, 'I don't need Viagra, I need variety.'"

Chloe and Terry's jaws both dropped.

"NO!" Chloe said.

"Motherfucker!" was Terry's choice.

Lance held a hand up, "God's honest truth. I really didn't have much to say to him after that. And I didn't have to. You guys broke up like a week later."

The table cleared, they put away the perishable leftovers and Chloe said, "The dishes can wait 'til later. I need another glass of wine. Who's with me?"

Terry raised her hand but Lance said, "I'm going to have something a little stronger. You guys go out to the family room and I'll be right there."

When he joined the women with his drink, he found Chloe on the couch while Terry sat across from her in an overstuffed chair with a coffee table between them. He sat next to his wife and placed his drink on the table next to Chloe's. They schooched together so that their thighs and shoulders were touching.

"So why the interest in my social life," Terry said, taking a sip of her wine, "do you have someone in mind for me?"

"Not per se, no," Chloe said, running a nail up Lance's thigh. "I mean, there are guys we know that you might like, but really, we just want you to be happy."

"I am," Terry said, noticing that Lance's hand slid up Chloe's thigh, pushing back the hem of her dress a bit before he squeezed it.

Terry couldn't help but be a little bit jealous of her friend. Not because she was undeniably gorgeous with her straight blond hair, unlike Terry's own mousy shade, that she could do anything she wanted to with, and slim build. Chloe's hips had a flair to them that Terry's just couldn't match. And while Terry's breasts were larger, at a generous C-cup, Chloe's were a solid B and perfect. Boys had been after her since she had grown them. Her walk, also unlike Terry's, had a feminine sway to her perfect ass that drew the boys to her like flies to honey. That walk and that body had drawn Lance to her and landed her in this house and this life, sure as shit. Terry knew it, but that wasn't what spurred her jealousy. It wasn't even an envious jealousy. More of a I-wish-I-could-be-more-like-that kind of jealousy.

Terry's jealousy centered around the fact that her friend had been beautiful her entire life. Chloe knew it, accepted it and embraced it. She didn't flaunt it. She didn't thrust it in your face like, "Look at me! See how beautiful I am." She just... was. And Terry just didn't see herself that way, so she didn't do anything to promote that side of herself. If you asked her former lovers, aside from Chad maybe, they'd say that she could be as stunning as any actress you could name, if she only made the effort. But she didn't so they were quite content demonstrating how they felt about her with their cocks...to the point of exhaustion. In retrospect, Terry had to smile at the memories, and realized that she really couldn't complain.

Coming back to the present, Terry noticed that things had progressed on the couch opposite to her while she had been ruminating. Lance and Chloe were engaged in a lip-lock that definitely involved tongues and Lance had a hand inside the top of her dress, obviously squeezing a tit, while Chloe ran a hand back and forth on the crotch of his slacks. Terry felt her cheeks color as she noticed that there was a clear bulge under Chloe's hand.

Suddenly feeling like a third wheel, Terry put her wine on the table and stood, saying, "Okay. I should be going."

Neither Chloe or Lance stopped what they were doing with their hands, but they broke the kiss and Chloe said, "Please sit back down. We don't want you to go."

Terry paused and looked from one to the other, putting a hand on her hip, "I'm not doing whatever it is that you are thinking."

"If you go home," Chloe said, "what are you going to do, go to bed?"

"Probably," Terry admitted.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And what else are you going to be doing?" Chloe squeezed Lance's cock through his pants and Lance's hand slid up her dress. She moaned when Terry guessed that Lance's fingers had found her clit. Covered or Commando, Terry briefly wondered, then shook her head to dismiss the thought. "I saw that," Chloe continued. "You'll be thinking about Lance's hard cock and my wet pussy and what we're doing to each other with them. Maybe playing with yourself to ease the tension when you can do that right here by sitting back down and relaxing."

"I might...do that at home," Terry conceded, "but it's at home. I'm not interested in a threesome."

Chloe and Lance looked at each other and started laughing. Terry felt her face flush again, somehow embarrassed that she'd said something wrong, though she couldn't imagine what. Where else could this possibly be going?

The couple disengaged and Chloe stood up. "For goodness sake, sit down. I'm going to get more wine, oh what the hell? I'll just bring the bottle. While we drink we'll tell you a little story."

Still unsure, Terry nevertheless sat back down and waited for her friend to return with the bottle.

"Do you remember last year when Lance and I went to that new resort on Martha's Vineyard?" Chloe asked as she poured wine for the three of them.

"Sure, you guys had a great time."

"Better than we've ever told anyone," Chloe said, leaning back against the couch and Lance at the same time. Her hand returned to his bulge and his hand stroked her thigh.

Terry noticed, but said nothing about it, deciding to see where her friend was going with this, "How so?"

"So, it was mid June," Chloe began, "not too hot yet, and the days stay light longer. We had just checked in and got to our room. It faced due east right on the water. I stepped out on the balcony to look at that view. It was spectacular. I looked left and right to see if anyone else was sharing the view with me - how could you ignore it? - but didn't see anyone else. The resort is on a small bay and the building follows its shape forming a curve so you could see a lot of the balconies. There are privacy walls between the balconies, but eventually you get far enough along the curve that you can see into the balconies. Not the rooms though, which is good, or you'd need to keep your curtains closed and skip the view, which would be a tragedy.

"Eventually I realized that the resort was too new and word hadn't gotten out yet so it wasn't that surprising that we were one of the few guests there yet."

She paused to sip her wine and then continued, "We had checked in around three and by the time we'd unloaded and changed out of our travel clothes it was time for dinner so we went to the resort restaurant and ate. After that we went for a walk to explore the little town and we stumbled on to a small club with really good live music. That's where we spent the rest of the night, drinking and dancing."

"The band was really good," Lance said, lifting his hand to squeeze a tit, "and you were so hot, babe. It was an amazing night."

Chloe's hand tightened around his cock in response. "We were a little tired, though, from the travel so after a couple of hours we headed back to the resort and fell into bed. As you might imagine, first night of vacation, we made love and ..." she looked at Lance for reassurance.

"It was good," Lance said.

"But not great," Chloe finished. "Only good. Things had gotten..."

"Familiar?" Terry suggested. While the story was a bit tame so far, Terry suspected there was more to it or Chloe wouldn't be telling it. She couldn't take her eyes off the hand play on the couch opposite her and found herself adjusting in the chair.

"Exactly," Chloe said, pointing a finger at her. "We fell asleep, for a while anyway, but do you know what the problem is with an east facing room in June?"

It was an odd, disconnected, question Terry thought. One she didn't have an answer for, "No. What?"

"The sun. It starts to come up about four o'clock in the morning that time of year and if you forget to close the blinds, which we did, it can be right in your face." Chloe sipped more wine and continued, "It woke me up and I realized I was really thirsty. I was still naked from the night before so I threw on one of the resort's cheap robes - the only real complaint I have about the place - and went to get some water."

"I don't know," Lance said, "I kind of liked the robes."

"You would," Chloe said with a smile. "Thing was, the sunrise was really beautiful. The clouds were all lit up in pinks and purples and oranges and the air was warmish, so I took my water out to the balcony to watch it."

"So, I'm not sure how long it was after you got up," Lance said, taking over his side of the story, "but, at some point, I woke up with a raging hardon." He glanced down at his bulge under Chloe's hand, "Much like this one. I reached for my wife but, as we know, she wasn't there. I was facing away from the balcony so I got out of bed and went to see if she was in the bathroom. She wasn't, of course. I actually stood there, scratching my head, trying to figure out where she could be hiding in this tiny room when I turned around and saw my angel on the balcony in a thin cotton robe, backlit in all her glory by the sun which had just broken the horizon.

"My hardon became an oak baton looking at that picture. I started walking toward her. She hadn't closed the slider so, when I stepped through it, she had no idea I was directly behind her. She never saw it coming."

"One moment I'm looking at a beautiful sunrise," Chloe said, taking up the story again, "and the next I'm bent over the railing, my robe is on my back and a blue steel cock is sliding into my pussy."

"I love that," Terry interrupted.

"Love what?"

"Being taken like that," Terry said. "One time I was doing dishes. Suddenly my jeans were around my knees, I was bent over the sink and this guy I was dating was fucking me for all he was worth. Best sex ever!"

"You should try it on a balcony, for all the world to see," Chloe said with just the tiniest edge to her voice, "it adds a certain thrill. I have to admit it felt good. Great, even. Certainly different than when we got back from the club. More...intense? Or exciting, knowing that all someone on the beach would need to do is look up to see me getting pounded. The beach, though, was empty at that time of the morning. I started scanning the property to make sure that there weren't any workers around and didn't see any.

"At this point, though, I don't think I would have cared. Lance's hips were swinging free and I was getting close to cumming." Her voice was apologetic when she said, "I didn't cum the night before. Sorry." Lance leaned in and kissed her. "Anyway, when I put the robe on, it wasn't supposed to be for a long time - I was going right back to bed after all - so I didn't tie it very well. It fell open at that point and I felt the breeze on my tits, making my nipples hard. Lance noticed and I guess figured, 'What the fuck,' grabbed the neck of the robe and pulled it back, peeling it off of me and throwing it back into the room, I guess.

"Now I'm buckass naked, my arms pinned back because Lance has ahold of them, pulling me back onto his cock every time he thrusts into me, each stroke pushing me closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm, when I catch movement in the corner of my eye."

"I couldn't do any of this," Terry said sadly, "I don't even like kissing my boyfriend in public. I'm guessing someone saw you. I'd be mortified."

"Yep," Chloe confirmed. "Down to the right, on our floor, just where you could see into the other balconies was an older redhead looking at the sunrise with a cup of something - maybe coffee - in her hand, and wearing a robe like I had been.

"I said, 'Uh oh, we have company. We should probably go inside.'

"I know Lance heard me but he just started fucking me harder and I came. Hard. Harder than I ever have. Lance stopped fucking me but stayed inside me, feeling my cunt spasm on his pole."

"That felt sooo good," Lance said. "It was like your pussy was sucking my cock."

"Anyway, I must have made noise when I came because when I looked back to the right again, the redhead was looking right at us. She turned to the room and said something. A moment later an older man joined her and they were both watching us.

"'Uh oh,' I said, 'now we have an audience.' I tried to stand to go inside but Lance held firm and started fucking me again. 'Lance,' I said, 'they're watching. Let's go inside.'

"'Who cares if they're watching,' Lance said, 'we'll never see them again and I like the view too much. Let's give them a show.'

"Ordinarily I would have objected, but I knew he was right - even though he was wrong - we never would see them again, I had just cum harder than I ever had in my life and I could feel another one building, I liked the view too and I was flat out just having too much fun. I spread my legs, gripped the rail, arched my back, stared the older couple dead in their eyes and said, 'Then fuck me like you mean it.'

"The redhead said something to the man and her hand disappeared behind her. And, by the way, by older I mean older than us but not a lot. They might have been in their early to middle forties. Anyway, I could see her arm move and I knew she was stroking him. 'Oh my god,' I said, 'she's jacking him off.'

"'I wonder if they're going to fuck too,' Lance said. And, sure as shit, she put down her coffee, gripped the rail, and bent at the waist. Hubby moved behind her, the robe went up on her back and she made that face we all do when a cock first spreads your pussy lips. 'Yep,' I said in answer to Lance, 'they're fucking.'

"There was a chaise on the balcony and Lance said, 'Hey, come here.' He sat on the chaise and leaned back, his cock pointing straight up. I saw where this was going and straddled him, facing our new friends. I bent at the waist and gave his cock a couple of sucks and spit on the tip to get him good and wet, then I lowered myself onto him. I leaned back on top of him, never taking my eyes off the redhead - whose robe had fallen open like mine had and her husband had ahold of her tits - and came again when Lance reached around to play with my clit."

"The bastard," Terry said playfully as she adjusted herself in the chair once again, this time unconsciously trapping her hand between her thighs and applying pressure to her own clit.

"I know, right? Anyway, I rode him hard through my climax, bouncing my hips up and down, him popping out a couple of times, letting Red see every glorious inch of the cock that was making me so happy. I'd stuff it back in and ride it some more - God, it felt so good!

"Not long after that, Red's hubby pulled out and stood to the side, furiously stroking a not small dick. Red knelt before him and he moved closer. I said, 'Oh my, I think he's going to cum on her face.' And he did. At least I think so, it was a little far away to tell for sure, but she was rubbing it around her face and on her tits like he had.

"Meanwhile, Lance said, 'Oh baby, I'm gonna cum.' Having finished, the older couple were watching us without pretense so I decided to give them a true finale. I got off his cock and reversed my position and took him in my mouth, bobbing my head until I felt his dick pulse. Then I took him as deep as I could as he erupted in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head to hold it in place as his hips thrust and his balls drained. When he finished I stood and opened my mouth to the couple. I don't know if they were able to see the load that Lance deposited in my mouth but it was a lot so, maybe. When I closed my mouth, swallowed, and opened it again to show it was empty, they applauded so, maybe so.

"Lance stood and we all bowed to each other and went back into our rooms. There was no point in going back to bed so we took showers and got dressed. About an hour later, we went down to the restaurant and had breakfast."

Terry became aware of her hand between her thighs and pulled it out. When she looked down, two extra buttons on her shirt were undone. When did that happen? she wondered, but not wanting to call attention to it, she left them be. "I wish I was bold enough to do that."

"You could if you wanted," Chloe assured her. "I mean, I'd watch if you did."

Terry blushed again. She had no answer for that so she said, "You said Lance was wrong. About seeing Red and her hubby, I guess."

"Yep," Chloe answered, "we were at a table eating really good eggs benedict. I was facing the door when guess who walked in. She scanned the room, looking for a table, when our eyes met. We exchanged smiles and tiny nods and I said quietly, 'Well, hello again.'

"Lance looked up and said, 'What?'

"I said, 'Don't look now but Red and hubby just walked in.'

"'Do you want to meet them?'

"I thought about it and said, 'Not right now, but...' I grabbed a pen out of my purse and one of the paper napkins. I wrote on it and held it up to Lance.

"'Same time, same place, you start,' he read. 'I like it.'

"'I mean,' I said, folding the napkin, 'I had fun.'

"Lance reached over and took my hand, 'So did I," he said. 'I've never done anything like that before. I didn't think I'd be able to keep it up with someone watching, But, if anything, I think I actually got harder when I knew we were being watched. And I don't think you've ever cum harder, so yeah, I don't even have to think about it, I'll do it again. In fact, just thinking about it is making me hard. We should probably go before I lay you on the table and fuck you right here.'

"I said, 'Okay,' as he raised a hand to get the check. 'I'll meet you out front,' I said holding up the napkin, 'I'm going to make a detour.' Red and hubby ignored me as I passed behind her and dropped the napkin on the table next to her right hand, which quickly covered it and I was gone.

"Upstairs, Lance and I made love with a passion we hadn't had since we first started having sex. It was magical. I didn't know their names but I was in love with Red and her hubby for giving us this."

"I don't know about love," Lance said, "but I certainly liked them more than any two people I'd never said a word to."

"Fair," Chloe said.

"So were they there the next morning," Terry asked, surprising herself at her level of interest in the answer.

"Yep," Chloe said. "We all just started out with no clothes because we all knew where it was going. I won't go into the same level of detail, but she did surprise us. At one point she was doing the same reverse cowgirl I did the day before. Hubby reached around and started to play with her clit like Lance had mine. And then his fingers disappeared and I realized that he was buried in her ass! 'Oh my God!' I said to Lance who I was riding regular cowgirl, so he couldn't see, 'He's fucking her in the ass!'

"'Do you want to do that,' Lance asked hopefully." as an aside to Terry she said, "He's been trying to get in my ass for years. I'm just too afraid. But I had to admit, the idea did excite me and the orgasmic wave I'd been riding the last few minutes finally broke and my whole body shook as my pussy covered Lance's dick in juice.

"We didn't pop my anal cherry that day, and we still haven't, but Red really seemed to be enjoying it and the more I think about it," she looked with love into Lance's eyes, "the more I feel my objections weakening.

"So, I think he came in her ass because she stopped moving on top of him and then climbed off. Lance came in my pussy."

"This is a very exciting story," Terry said, realizing that her pussy was very wet and that she was going to have to do something about that when she got home, "but I'm not sure why you're telling it to me. What do you want?"

"So, here's the thing," Chloe began, suddenly unable to meet her friend's eyes, "for the past year and a half, we've been chasing that feeling but haven't been able to find it. We started by having sex on the balcony off the master up stairs, then we tried in the woods out by the road. Basically, we've fucked all over this property but haven't been able to match that feeling. Sometimes a small airplane would go over but none ever circled back like, 'Did I just see what I thought I saw?' y'know? The property's just too big. No one can see."

Terry nodded her understanding and said, "So film yourself and watch it later, like amateur porn."

"We thought of that," Lance said. "Other people seeing you is the exciting part."

"Which means that you'd need to upload it to the internet," Chloe added with a shudder. "I don't really want myself all over the internet and we're not really sure what would happen if someone at my job or, worse, Lance's came across it."

"Sooo...?" Terry prompted.

"We want you to watch," Lance said directly. To Chloe's surprised face he said, "What? Beating around the bush wasn't getting us anywhere. So to speak."

"Well I know but, wow!"

"Okay, okay guys," Terry interrupted, "but there's an elephant in the room."

Chloe and Lance turned to her and Chloe said, "What elephant?"

"What happened to you in the Vineyard was spontaneous," Terry began, "you didn't plan it, it just happened and that's what made it exciting. Also, you were watching another couple fucking while you were fucking. You had four wheels on that car and, if you hadn't noticed, I'm a wheel short and, even if I did have that other wheel, I wouldn't fuck him in front of you. I'd take him back into the room and pull the drapes. You'd be better off going to Vegas and finding a room in a hotel that faces another hotel. Then fucking in front of the window at night with the lights on. You might not see them, but they could see you."

"We've actually planned something like that," Chloe said, "but we don't want to wait. You're right, we don't know that this will work either, but we want to try. When we thought of it, we asked each other who we wanted it to be and your name was the only one either of us thought of."

Terry sighed, "And what am I supposed to do while you two are fucking? Just sit here and watch?"

"Yeah," Lance said, "if that's what you want. Or tell us what to do if we're not doing something you want to see. Or play with yourself. Yeah, in front of us. We're going to be fucking in front of you, after all." He looked at Chloe and she lowered her eyes, nodding slightly. "I love my wife and would never cheat on her, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't wanted to see you naked since the day I met you."

Terry scoffed, "You're married to that and you want to see this? Please!"

"Absolutely," Lance declared, "and why wouldn't I? You don't accentuate them but there's no denying that your tits look like they defy gravity. And I've always wondered about your grooming habits; hardwoods, landing strip, au naturale?"

"I'm not afraid to wear some slinky little number that leaves little doubt about what I have to offer," Chloe said. "But with guys, it's not always about the flash. Sometimes it's about the mystery." Chloe paused before she asked, "Do you remember Scooby Doo?"

Terry smirked and said, "Of course."

Chloe smiled at the response, "I'm Daphne and you're Velma. Daphne has this form fitting dress and big red hair. Velma has glasses, meaning brains I guess, and a bulky orange sweater. Guys are attracted to Daphne but have to wonder, 'What's under that sweater?'" She leaned forward and held Terry's eyes, "But here's the thing that no one can seem to get you to believe, you act and dress like Velma, but you could be a Daphne. All you need to do is want to."

Terry looked down at her lap seeing, maybe for the first time, the size and shape of her own breasts, covered in rumpled flannel that already had three buttons undone. Under that she could just see the edges of her plain white bra. Fingers played with the next button in line, it would be nothing to just undo the rest of them and display her midriff between the plain white bra and her baggy jeans. How very sexy, she thought sarcastically. "I never thought about it like that, I guess." She looked at Lance, "Au naturale right now, landing strip when I have a boyfriend." She went quiet for a time weighing the pros and cons of her friend's request. Finally she gave a curt nod and stood, "Don't go anywhere. I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

When she was gone, Lance and Chloe looked at each other in confusion. "You think she's coming back?" Lance asked. Chloe just shrugged her shoulders.

In the bathroom, after taking the opportunity to use it as designed, Terry looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't brought any other clothes, of course, but could she work with what she had?

She started by removing her shirt entirely. Next came the bra and then the pants. Lance was right, her tits were large and defied gravity, there was no droop to them at all. Should she remove the granny panties? Probably, but she had a full bush and she wasn't going to be having sex tonight - Lance and Chloe were - so there really wasn't any point and if she needed to play with herself, her fingers would slip under the waistband easily enough. The final question was this: could she walk out there undressed like this? Even though Chloe had assured her of no judgement, and she had to admit that she liked the image she saw in the mirror, she knew she couldn't. She put the flannel back on, leaving it unbuttoned and that was better, but not quite enough. She didn't want to parade around showing off her granny panties. Fortunately, the shirt was a couple of sizes too large and the tails hung down to the top of her strong thighs. Redoing the bottom button covered the panties but still made it clear that she was naked underneath of it above the waist. Perfect.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. She walked back to the family room taking her seat across from her surprised friends.

"Oh hell yeah!" Lance exclaimed.

"That's what I'm talking about, girlfriend!" said Chloe.

Terry ignored them, instead pointing a finger at Chloe and then swiping it toward Lance before spreading her legs and leaning back in the overstuffed chair, "Kiss him."

To Be Continued

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