By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2002 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

Annie drove her silver gray Porsche into the space being vacated by a battered station wagon and parked. Amused, she waved at the three giggling faces that peered out of the back window of the car inching away from her . . . six arms crooked, their fingers spread, swooshed through the air like windshield wipers. Seconds later, their tiny heads turned and dropped out of sight. She imagined their mother’s demand that they sit, her strong voice fuelled by a perfect mix of authority and love. She imagined the kids scrambling into their seatbelts as she eased out of hers, and a vague but poignant yearning washed over her. She’d known when she married Richard five years ago that she’d have a surplus of security, but never a family. Richard, twenty years her senior, had had his three children with another and that marriage had shriveled and wasted in the absence of care, in the shadow of his obsessive focus on his ever-burgeoning business. And the only thing that had changed since his first marriage was Richard’s willingness to face the truth about himself. And he’d made himself clear: There would be no children. She’d accepted his terms, but every now and then . . .

Sighing, Annie turned off the ignition and her troubling thoughts. She dropped her cell-phone into her purse and swung her long bronzed legs out of the car. The June afternoon was sensuously warm in the wake of her car’s cool air-conditioning and Annie grinned broadly as she spied Mel, already seated at their favorite window table. They’d met at University, taken teaching jobs at the same High School after graduating, and theirs was the relationship Annie had best kept and nourished all through the years. Crossing the sidewalk, she moved toward her best friend, stirred as she so often was by the sense of sisterhood, her complete trust and comfort in her friendship with Mel. They’d shared their most intimate secrets for years now and Annie suspected that they would for the rest of their lives.

“Hi girl!” Mel greeted Annie at the door and hugged her closely. “You’re really going to have to do something about these boobs of yours,” she said, pretending to swoon. She held Annie away from her and gazed brazenly at the DD breasts that stretched the fibers of Annie’s cotton knit T-shirt and emphasized the smallness of her frame and waist. “You truly are illegally gorgeous,” she quipped.
“Like you’re not?” Annie countered, blushing despite herself. “And by the way, hello to you too, Bad Girl.”

Arm in arm, the two friends walked to their table. Even before they sat, their waiter was tipping a chilled half-liter carafe of white wine toward Mel’s glass.
“Wine in the afternoon!” Annie exclaimed. “Is it your birthday . . . again?”
Mel ignored her, sipping the wine. “Fine,” she said, nodding her appreciation.

The choreography was perfect against the continuous flow of subdued chatter, the tinkling of occasional laughter and Diana Krall’s soft jazz sounds. The waiter poured wine into wineglasses, Mel poured from a bottle of Evian water and Annie sat, quietly enjoying the Saturday afternoon parade of color, size and style that passed in front of the window.
“Would you like a few minutes?”
“We would,” Mel said, dismissing the waiter.

There was a sudden seriousness in Mel’s tone, an unsettling tension that pulled at the corners of her eyes and mouth and disturbed the ease that was usually between them.
“Annie . . . ”
The piercing chimes of Annie’s cell interrupted Mel and drew the reluctant attention of the small bistro’s lunchtime crowd. Annie fumbled inside her purse. “Shit! I thought I’d turned it off . . . ”
“Answer it. It might be important,” Mel instructed.

Hello . . . Okay . . . Tonight or tomorrow . . . Okay, see you then. I love you, too. Bye.

“That was Richard,” Annie said, shutting off her phone and dropping it back into her purse. “He left for his business weekend before I got back from visiting my parents so I haven’t seen him for two weeks. I was looking forward to seeing him tonight but now he’s not sure, maybe tomorrow.” Annie leaned toward Mel, her huge breasts rising and falling over her crossed arms.
“Don’t look now but there’s a man across the way just eating you up.”
“Never mind that. What’s up with you, Mel?”
Just then, Mel’s phone began to ring.

Hello . . . There’s nothing to think about and nothing to talk about. Look, I have to go. I’m having lunch with a friend . . . Bye.

“That was Richard,” Mel said, shutting off her phone.
“Why is he calling you? What did he want?” Annie asked, frowning.
“Me,” Annie answered bluntly. “At least that’s what he’s telling himself. Now, let’s talk.”

Mel did the talking, non-stop, holding Annie’s hand loosely in both her own. It was devastating for Annie to hear that while she was away, her husband had taken her best friend to dinner, under the pretext that he wanted her to help plan a gala surprise party for Annie’s fortieth birthday, and come on to her. Mel had been suspicious right from the start but had accepted, wanting to be sure. She’d pointed out that Annie despised surprises as much as she did grand splashes, suggesting that a small dinner party might be more to her liking. Richard had agreed. As they’d discussed the guest list over dinner, a seductive tone had crept into his voice and over the meaning of things. Richard had definitely come onto Mel. “This dinner has to be perfect. We’ll have to meet often and for hours,” he’d said smoothly. “Annie’s lucky to have a friend like you. Wanna’ be my friend, too?” And on and on . . .The come-on had been subtle, couched in the ambiguous language used by an experienced player when operating on dangerous ground. He held the door open, but didn’t shove through it. Insinuated, but didn’t insist. Waltzing his words and always leaving room for the retreat: “You must have misunderstood!”

Annie had cried and Mel had told her to stop blubbering; that it wasn’t the end of the world or of her marriage. It was simply a situation to be handled. Mel had suggested that Richard on some level was jealous and suspicious of their closeness and had subconsciously created a situation in which he could test it.
“Your husband adores you. Our relationship threatens him. That’s what’s at the bottom of this nonsense.”
“But ‘why’ he did it doesn’t matter,” Annie had countered angrily.
“In this world, ‘why’ is everything,” Mel said. “Now let’s look at this thing sensibly! Nothing has been destroyed,” Mel continued firmly, “but these weeds of discontent have to be nipped in the bud.”

Over a shared spinach salad and the first half-liter of wine, they’d held court, carefully discussing both his prosecution and defense. Over a second half-liter and a shared Linguini Di Mare, they’d found Richard guilty of a serious misdemeanor. And over coffee they determined his punishment, his fine and the terms of his probation.

The exacting of his fine had taken all afternoon, manicures and pedicures, the full works at an exclusive beauty salon and hours spent in “Elite Lingerie.” All expenses charged to Richard’s credit card. And the time had now come for his punishment.

“He should be here soon,” Mel said.
“How do I look?” Annie asked.
“See for yourself,” Mel said, grabbing her hand and pulling her in front of the mirrored bedroom closet.
“Oh,” Annie groaned. “Sluts of the world unite!”
“Courtesans, at the very least,” Mel corrected, laughing.

In identical dress, if you could call it dress, they were quite the pair! Annie stood about 5’11” in her thigh-high / high heeled boots. Mel was about 5’6”. Annie’s long blonde hair fell past her shoulders to rest on the huge swell of her creamy breasts. Mel’s short-cropped dark curls framed an exotic lattè-colored face, gray eyes and a long slender neck and body that had been finely sculpted by years of working out. Black fishnet tights crept out of the tops of their boots and led the way to black bustiers that cinched their waists and supported breasts that rose proudly and invitingly out of strapless tops. Their eyes were lined and shaded dramatically, their cheeks rouged and their lips, outlined and full, were painted a deep cherry red. Arm and arm they walked down the stairs and reached the foyer of Annie’s graceful colonial home in time to hear Richard’s key twisting in the lock.

Annie felt, or could she hear, her pounding pulse. She couldn’t tell! Her whole body was one electric current of tense, anxious excitement. Fear had dried her mouth and altered time. The door seemed to be opening in slow motion. Mel was poised, her arms lifted, her body leaning against the wall. Her right hip was thrust provocatively to one side, while her left knee moved slowly in and out. “Come hither,” it seemed to say. Her smile was almost a sneer and her eyes were smoldering slits.
“Hello Richard,” Mel said huskily. “Is this what you wanted?”
Annie watched her husband freeze at the sight and sound of Mel. His overnight case fell from his hand, his nostrils flared and his mouth was slack with confusion, desire and fear. The bulge in his pants was immediate, obvious and obscenely large. Annie stepped in front of him, grabbed his shirt and pulled him the rest of the way inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Richard gasped out loud at her aggressiveness and pressed his back against the door. Annie moved into him, past the line designating personal space.
“How’s my greedy hubby?” she cooed, licking her red lips. Her face was short inches away from his. “So you want Mel to be your friend, too. Your secret little friend?” she asked mockingly.
“What’s going on here? I don’t know . . . ” Richard started.
“Be quiet!” Annie demanded.

She could feel anxiety, erotic tension, anger and a white-hot blaze of unbridled sexuality balling inside her. It propelled her, filling her with blind courage, cutting her loose from convention. She nibbled his ear, licked his lobe and whispered, “Be careful what you ask for.”
“Get him, Annie,” Mel said, egging her on.
She made circles on his cheek with her tongue, squeezed his balls and whispered, “Look, but don’t touch! Listen, but don’t talk! I don’t want to hear one word from you. Not one word!”

Stepping back, Annie laughed at Richard who looked as vulnerable, helpless and horny as any adolescent boy had ever been.
“There’s a robe on our bed. Take off all your clothes, put it on and wait. We’ll be up soon.”
“Anne, there’s no way I’m . . .” (He only called her Anne when he was desperate.)
Annie cut him off with a kiss. Her mouth was slack and wet against his while her tongue invaded, claiming ownership with an intensity that buckled his knees.
“Didn’t,” she licked his face.
“I tell you,” her knee moved up his thigh to press threateningly against his jewels.
“Not to talk. Not a word,” she grasped the cheeks of his ass, pulling him into her, pulling his fully engorged cock against her now dripping pussy. She ground her tits into his chest.
“You have no negotiating power here,” she said, releasing him and spanking his butt playfully. “Just get upstairs and do what I’ve asked you to do.”

Annie and Mel watched Richard walk slowly up the stairs. His steps were measured, his head hung low and he never looked back once. Annie had assumed control, total dominance for the very first time in their relationship. She liked it and deep down she knew that he liked it, too.

Richard lay quiet and helpless in his near naked state, his robe having fallen open, leaving him exposed and utterly vulnerable. His head was in Annie’s lap, his feet in Mel’s.
“I know you can smell my pussy,” Annie said, massaging his temples, leaning into him. Her breasts caressed his cheeks, then his ears, his eyes, then his lips as she manipulated her shoulders. “Look at Mel’s gorgeous tits,” she cooed. Mel was massaging his foot, her nails seductively scratching circles around his ankles. She placed his foot between her breasts and slowly ran a finger between, up and down his toes.
“Ooooh, you like that do you?” Annie said, watching as his cock stretched to unbelievable lengths.
Richard groaned and Annie smacked his hand as he reached for his cock.
“Don’t touch! And don’t you dare cum! We haven’t finished with you yet.”

The friends moved toward each other, across the length of Richard’s body. Annie kissed and bit his nipples, harder than she’d ever done before. Sucked his nipples harder and longer than she ever had before and smiled as Richard writhed with pleasure. Mel tickled his knees and rubbed his thighs, upward toward his cock, slowly, her hands dripping with lotion. Annie moved across his chest and belly, her hands dripping with lotion. Until they met on either side of his groin. His cock, that beautiful male icon, rose majestically between them and as the women gazed at it and each other, something dangerous passed between them. Annie could feel a new longing, something raw that reached and pulled between their lips, between their pussies.
“I think it’s time,” Mel whispered. The bed shifted, Annie felt her withdrawal and heard the bedroom door close softly behind her.

Annie breathed hot air onto Richard’s cock. She wound her tongue around his balls, squirting her mouth’s moisture around them. She made love to his cock, circling his precious spot, leading him onward. She circled his ass with her moistened finger and rubbed his foreskin across his precious spot. She squeezed his nipples while dripping liquid from her hot mouth and then moved her clenched teeth across his precious spot. And Richard thrust against her mouth moaning as a clear liquid oozed from his head. Annie moved quickly, straddling him. She controlled her weight, inching her wet pussy onto him. She ached with wanting him, more than she ever had before. The walls of her cunt squeezed and pulsed hungrily. She moved slowly at first. So did he. And then faster, challenging him. And he rose to the call, fucking her back. And then there was only one reality. Dominance and submission all one in the fucking. Husband and wife all one in the pleasure. Their sighs became moans and then screams and then primitive utterances as they exploded together. Crime and punishment resolved in the cumming and cumming and cumming. And in its wake, all was forgiven. All was good and new. All was love.