Sarah never brings friends home.

Which is why I was surprised when I heard two voices as I opened the door. They were sitting on the couch laughing and drinking red wine, but they both looked up when I walked in. I didn’t recognize the other woman at all, but I did know the look in Sarah’s eye, even if I wasn’t used to seeing it when she stared at a girl.  

Sarah says she’d be straight if breasts didn’t exist, and her eyes went immediately from me back to the cleavage next to her. Then back to me. Then cleavage. It was nearly a minute before I realized no one had spoken, and I didn’t want to be the one to break the silence. This was not my game.

“Stand up,” Sarah whispered to the girl next to her. The woman didn’t pause as she got up, but her eyes were glued to the floor as she took a few steps from the couch. With a wave of the hand I was called to take the empty seat and finish the wine from her glass.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Sarah asked.

“Of course,” I said, pouring myself another. The girl didn’t move but I saw the tinniest of smiles cross her face. Sarah put her arm around me as she leaned up against my body.

“Do you want to fuck her?”

I almost spat my wine out when she asked but she waited for my answer. I looked back at her friend who was peeking up at me.

“Does she need to be fucked?”

“I don’t know, but I need her to be fucked. Sierra, take off your shirt so he can see you.”

Again there was no pause, and seconds later I was staring at a gorgeous topless woman I had never even heard of. Sierra? Where did she come from?

“Take off your skirt too.”

I watched as more clothes came off, but I was looking at Sarah as much as her friend, and she was a new person. She never took control with me and the few times I had seen her with a woman it was awkward and mildly uncomfortable. The woman next to me was in charge though and she was more excited than I had ever seen her.

“Sierra, kneel in front of my husband,” she said before turning to me with a raised eyebrow.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said. “So? Do you want to fuck little Sierra here?”

“Yes, Dear. I can’t, in fact, think of anything I want more right now.”

I was obviously hard and the woman in front of me was still looking down even as she trembled. Sarah reached over and undid my belt, her fingers quick and nimble as she pulled me from my jeans. She wrapped her fingers around me as she grabbed Sierra’s hair with her free hand.

“Suck his cock like a good little slut.” She almost giggled as she said it, but again there was no pause. Sarah’s body was pressed against me as I felt two warm lips open around me.  Seconds later she took me all the way into her mouth. I watched in amazement as she went to work, and it was like I was getting a blow- job for the very first time.  

“Stop now,” she said, and Sierra stood up instantly, leaving my hard cock sticking straight up out of my jeans.

Sarah opened a condom, rolled it down over my cock and then leaned back until she was almost lying down on the couch.  She beckoned with one hand and without so much as a word Sierra lay down between her legs.

“Fuck her as I hold her.  I want to whisper in her ear as you fill her, and I want you to kiss me instead.”

I didn’t think as I crawled between their thighs, and when Sarah reached around and opened Sierra’s cunt with her fingers I almost came.  I managed to catch my breath, slide inside her, and somehow I managed not to say something ridiculous as I felt the mostly amazingly tight pussy open around me.  My cheek was next to hers as I reached past her to kiss my wife, and it was…

Well, it was strange. I was fucking a girl I didn’t know, kissing my wife as if for the first time, and I still had my shoes on.  I’d like to say it lasted for hours and we moaned and screamed until it all made sense, but the truth is I started coming in minutes.  The two women groaning beneath me certainly helped, and the words Sarah was whispering into her friend’s ear made anything else impossible.  

She was sweet and cruel at the same time, and whenever she opened her mouth Sierra clenched around me, and her nails raked down my back. Her lips pressed into my neck and she held me tightly as I came inside her, my whole body shaking. At the very end I opened my mouth to hers, and that one kiss was more intimate than everything else put together.

Sarah sent me to the shower and by the time I returned we were alone.

“Do you want to tell me what that was?” I asked her.

“What do you mean?”

“Sierra. Couch.  Sex.  Person I’ve never seen before. You know, what the fuck was that?  Not that I’m complaining.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about my dear.  I don’t know anyone named Sierra and if you ask me again I’ll say the same thing.”

“Sarah…”

“This is part of it too,” she interrupted.  “It’s my game, and my fantasy, okay? And I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I sat there for a minute before pouring myself another glass of wine.  The room was quiet and Sarah was curled up with a magazine.  There were so many things I wanted to say, but at the end of the day, they just didn’t matter.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“O’tay. What’s on demand?”