Incest/Taboo Naughty Girls Club

Dianne took a few brief moments to say hello, accept her drink and settle in on the couch next to Ellen who'd shown her more than her usual excitement when seeing her, going so far as to let her lips linger perhaps a bit longer than usual when she kissed her hello, a moment, no matter how brief, wasn't lost on Sharon as she sat there watching the two of them.

"You sure you're sister isn't gay?" Sharon had quipped teasingly as she spoke to Michelle.

Dianne felt her face flush, saw the same momentary coloration in Ellen's as well as they quickly settled back into their seats trying to look innocent and bewildered at the remark.

"Who knows, maybe she really is after all," Michelle said teasingly. "You finally coming out of the closet here sis?" she asked, though she too had found the sudden blush in Dianne's face curiously amusing.

"Nah, I prefer staying inside the closet when I play," Ellen tossed back at her sister. "Just feels a bit naughtier that way."

Everyone laughed at that, but Ellen had managed to defuse the sudden awkwardness that they'd both felt, at least Dianne had anyway, still wrestling with emotions, thoughts and admitted interest which she was taking in while looking at all the women gathered together more so than she might normally have done any other time.

"Now Laurel," Michelle spoke, "Re-read that last passage you'd just read for us before Dianne got here. It was pretty damn hot even if I do say so myself, so set up the scene for us again, and then read it for her."

"Basically, it's a story about a group of women who had all gone on a cruise together. To make a long story short, there's a severe storm that comes out, knocks out all power to the ship, and it starts taking on water and begins sinking. Ten women in all, find themselves alone, basically abandoned and adrift in their small boat, eventually nearing a small deserted, uninhabited island the following day. After nearly a month without rescue, they've managed to make their little island somewhat inhabitable and comfortable to stay on, plenty of fresh water, fruits, and even a few wild pigs that they're able to live on while awaiting rescue.

Eventually of course, as they grow closer and closer together, now relying on one another in order to survive, there is the additional human need that suddenly arises, and with no men anywhere in sight to satisfy those urges and specific needs, they turn towards one another. Early on in the story, it becomes evident that if intimate relationships do form out of this, it could very well cause petty jealousies and arguments amongst many of the others. As they've also established a bit of a leadership within their group, they further decide to formulate and draw up some sort of pact that would prevent that from ever happening. Essentially then, they all agree that there are urges and desires that each one of them is now beginning to have, to experience, so their only solution in guarding against any dissention amongst them, is to agree to an 'orgy only' format, when everyone is included together during a specific night in the week, something they can all look forward to..."

"Sorta like now," Ellen whispered over to Dianne as they sat listening, even taking her hand in hers as they sat there, though it was wedged hidden between them.

Dianne nodded her head in agreement, listening to Laurel as she continued.

"Even women who had never thought of, or considered being with another woman now agreed with this, and found their meetings, their orgies, not only pleasurable, but far more exciting and enjoyable than they had ever experienced or even imagined before. Anyway, that's the set up, what I was just starting to read to them before you got here," Laurel said glancing towards where Dianne was sitting, "was the part where they'd decided to incorporate a simple ceremony of sister's before their real orgy began, but something that they also agreed to do before any meeting, and in addition, adding it also the close of any meeting. In that way, they all felt in perfect harmony with one another, even through heated discussions or disagreements, coming together in this unique intimate little way then, ensured that there was always harmony and friendship amongst their newly formed tribe."

"So what did they decide to do?" Ellen asked curiously.

"It was agreed," Laurel continued smiling, a small blush spreading across her own face as she spoke, "that they would all sit and form a circle together, like I said, at the beginning of any meeting or discussion, as well as at the end of it. As they did this, each one would put her left hand in the lap of the woman sitting next to her, until the entire circle was now formed, connected in this way. Each one would then simultaneously, finger that same woman, and continue to do so until everyone had reached a relaxed stage of euphoria, not necessarily climax, though that happened upon occasion to, but at the very least that much, until a smile was seen on each and every woman's face before they then went on to other important matters."

"Wow, maybe we should start off our little get-together's with something like that too!" Michelle suggested teasingly, though everyone there knew she was more serious about actually doing something like that than she was letting on to.

"You just want to stick your finger in another woman's cunt," Sharon teased her, even reaching over to give one of Michelle's breasts a friendly little squeeze. "So having an excuse like that to do so would be perfect for you wouldn't it?"

"Oh, and like you wouldn't?" Michelle teased back, now actually grabbing one of Sharon's boobs for emphasis, nearly starting a brawl in doing so.

"Um, should we throw down some Jell-O into the middle of the floor and watch these two go at it?" Laurel jokingly suggested, "Or do we continue on with what we came here to do?"

That seemed to quiet things down in a hurry, though everyone had found the playful banter between the two actually exciting to watch.

"Whose turn is it to read now anyway?" Sylvia asked, another woman friend of theirs now who'd joined them a month earlier shortly after Laurel had invited her along.

"I think it's actually my sister's turn to read and share something with us," Michelle said just as Ellen had stood.

"Yeah I think it is, but I need to pee first," she said heading towards the bathroom.

While she did, everyone decided to freshen their drinks, have a pee themselves, or step outside for a quick smoke break before continuing. Dianne stepped into the small kitchenette fixing herself another of the semi-strong fruit punches. Already her mind was reeling with all sorts of thoughts, brought about by Laurel's descriptive little story that had reminded her of her own wicked little encounter with Ellen.

A moment later Ellen joined her there in the kitchen, "Want one?" Dianne asked.

"Yes, please and make it a stiff one too!" she added grinning. Just then Ellen's sister called out to her from the living room.

"Hey sis! Where's your book anyway?" she asked. "What are you going to read to us?"

"It's called 'She'!" Ellen yelled back out towards her. "Written by an anonymous author several years ago now, but very enlightening," she explained and then adding, "it's sitting just inside my purse!" The moment she said that, her eyes suddenly widened in alarm. "Oh no!"

"What?" Dianne asked but Ellen had already spun around and was heading back out into the living room not even taking her drink with her when she did. Dianne raced immediately after her, arriving only a moment later, but it was obviously already too late. Michelle stood, a silly knowing grin on her face, holding up a life-like penis in one hand, and Dianne's "G" spot vibrator in the other.

"Um, you come prepared? Just in case you needed to dart off into the bathroom again did we?" she said waving the two toys up for everyone to see, causing a great deal of snickering laughter as she did so. "Though that's probably not a bad idea either," she added once again suggestively, would certainly make the readings a lot more fun and interesting if we all started doing that."

"I'm game if anyone else is!" Sharon said grabbing one out of Michelle's hand, "I've always wanted to try this one, just couldn't afford it on my salary," she said honestly.

"You're serious?" Ellen said gawking at her sister's lover. "You wouldn't be embarrassed or feel uncomfortable doing that in front of everyone?"

"I wouldn't no...only if it were to make anyone else feel uncomfortable or embarrassed, then I wouldn't. So...would it?" she asked seriously looking about at everyone. To Dianne's amazement, no one voiced a complaint or any real concerns, if anything, blushing excitedly at the mere thought of it, wondering if in fact Sharon really would, or if she was just teasing everyone in suggesting that she might.

Even before Michelle could comment on what Sharon had just said, Sylvia spoke. "I wouldn't mind trying out the other one, as long as no one was offended by it," she said surprising everyone there. "Though I would ask that you maybe dim the lights just a little so I wouldn't feel quite so brazen or vulnerable while I do."

Once again, no one seemed willing to object to that either, everyone now at least curiously excited with the realization in seeing where all this was going.

"We've got a few more toys in the bedroom," Sharon suddenly offered, "if anyone else wants to try one while Ellen reads to us," she stated already removing the top she'd been wearing along with her white cotton panties so that she now stood there entirely naked, as Michelle soon joined her, also having removed her clothes. Sylvia now stood, undressing herself, once again to everyone's surprise and amazement.

"Well? Like they say...when in Rome!" she said grinning as she carefully folded her skirt and blouse over the back of the chair she'd been sitting in.

"I'll pass...for the moment anyway," Laurel said easily. "But I certainly won't mind watching anyone else either," she added smiling.

"No one's expected to do anything," Michelle said then taking over, suddenly becoming this particular tribes little leader, much like in the story Laurel had been reading earlier. "But maybe we really should lay out a few ground rules here, just in case this does turn into something more than what we've been doing."

"Like what?" Ellen asked though Dianne detected an enthusiastic tone in her voice when she questioned her sister.

"Well for one, maybe we should all get naked when we do this, even if a person or individual chooses not to do anything themselves, it would at the very least make everyone else feel a bit more comfortable, and less conspicuous or self conscious about being watched. Anyone have any reason to object to that much at least?" she asked.

Dianne nearly did, but saw no other dissention from the group, including Ellen or even Laurel, both of which suddenly stood and began removing their clothes. The only other person that Dianne thought might voice any strong objection was Margaret, the oldest woman in their group at sixty, though she'd been there from the very beginning and had seemingly enjoyed herself immensely in being there, though she hardly ever spoke or really shared anything about herself, let alone her sex life. That too had obviously ended a few years ago with the sudden death of her husband, which was one of the reasons she'd found herself enjoying this particular little book club of theirs. Perhaps it had given her some sort of an outlet for her still very active and needful desires.

Dianne glanced towards the older woman, expecting to find some sort of shocked horror or indignant expression in her face perhaps, but to her surprise, she didn't. If anything, Margaret merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled, and suddenly began unbuttoning her blouse, leaving Dianne as the single solitary person who hadn't begun doing so as yet. So she did.

"Way cool!" Sharon said enthusiastically after all the women had finished undressing, once again settling in comfortably, some actually holding various toys or vibrators in their hands, some of which Michelle had retrieved from their personal stash for the women to use.

"Ok, before Ellen begins here with her reading, how about we add one more little item to the new club rules here," she said, though continuing before anyone could ask what that was. "Next week, everyone just plan on bringing with them whatever they'd like to try or use. You're certainly all welcome to borrow or enjoy whatever we have, but I know that most, if not all of you probably have your own little fun toy you enjoy using, so like I said, next week feel free to bring those along with you as well."

Glancing up, Dianne saw Ellen wink at her, she was the only person as far as she knew, that also knew, Dianne had never even used one before let alone had one.

"Here, try this one," she said holding out an egg-shaped vibrating toy that she almost magically produced from her purse. "I brought an extra one with me, just in case you didn't like either of the other two," she honestly admitted as she sat down once again on the couch next to her friend.

"But now you don't even have one!" Dianne said holding onto the strange feeling devise.

"No worries kiddo, we'll share," she winked with a whisper causing Dianne to feel a pleasant unexpected jolt in her pussy upon hearing that.

"So, everyone all comfy and ready for Ellen to begin reading now?" Michelle asked. Dianne looked about the room, amazed to see so many women gathered together like this, each one of them naked, most of them either holding onto a toy, or at the very least, already caressing themselves with hands and fingers, something that Sylvia had begun doing from almost the moment she'd gotten a hold of the other toy she'd wanted to try. She'd truly been the biggest surprise next to Margaret, unusually shy, though she'd certainly gotten excited whenever she'd given her own reading, she now sat unabashedly working the life-like prick in and out of herself, almost oblivious to whatever else anyone was doing.

"Start reading!" she'd said suddenly from out of the blue. "Before I lose my nerve here!" she'd added though she also continued to fuck herself openly with the fake prick.

Ellen quickly began reading, "The room was dark, made even more so by the blindfold Patricia wore, something her husband Jeff had placed around her head shortly after binding her to the bed she now lay in, though he had done so, securing her naked body with silk scarves after reassuring her that she had nothing to fear, nothing to worry about. Patricia trusted her husband, implicitly, excited now more than perhaps she'd ever been, listening to his movements about the room as he prepared to pleasure her, promising to do so in ways she'd never known or experienced before, all the while speaking to her in his soft comforting voice..."

Dianne quickly peered around the soft dimly lit room now, since Sharon had quickly extinguished most of the lights, turning off some, dimming others until only the barest of lighting filled the room, enough to read by at least, and see by as well as Dianne noted many of the women, including good old Margaret, as they sat listening, enraptured with the story as they all touched and pleasured themselves in one fashion or another. Some with the toys they had chosen to do so, others like Laurel or Margaret using their own hands.

"...Patricia then felt the gentle soft probe of something foreign, something wickedly strange as it began to penetrate the moist wet opening of her sex, only then realizing the sound of her husband's voice, still speaking gently to her, soothingly so, was too far away from being a part of the soft hands that gently teased and caressed her aroused flesh. "Just trust me honey, don't say, or ask anything, just trust me..."

Dianne could no longer refrain, her pussy felt like it was on fire, seeing the women around her, all of whom now touched or pleasured themselves in one way or another as Ellen read to them from her book, even touching her own self as she sat there, one hand down between her legs, frigging her clit while she read, periodically glancing over towards Dianne, smiling, nodding her head in approval, urging her on. For the first time ever, she pressed the switch, feeling the toy come alive in her hand, even on the smallest setting, the vibration sending shock waves through her fingers, her hand, which she now placed against the swollen needful lips of her pussy.

"...Though tempted, her mind awash in curious wonder, she could only lie there, feeling the softness of the pliant toy as it penetrated her sex, slowly, teasingly, deflowering her femininity as though for the first time all over again. The hands were smooth, another woman's, it had to be she thought though she lay silently, allowing this unexpected, now wanted violation of her body to continue..."

For herself, picturing it inside her own head as Ellen read, she couldn't see, couldn't even begin to imagine Steven ever doing anything like this, but she could see, could imagine, and now did, the image of herself being bound in such a way, the touch of Ellen's hand upon her flesh, caressing her, teasing her, splitting her sex with the softness of the now shared prick which had entered her as her own brothers voice continued on in the background.

"...feel her pussy next to yours. Feel how wet it is, how wanting of you it is. Feel her as she fucks you, fucks herself. Feel the press of her delicious lips kissing yours, the hardness of the prick which you now share, fuck her back honey, allow me the exquisite pleasure of seeing yours, fucking her back, urgently, hotly...excitedly as I stand here stroking my prick while watching you..."

For Dianne, it was indeed Ellen's body doing just that, though again Bill's voice as he urged the two of them to fuck one another as he stood there. She could feel Ellen's hands touching, caressing, though she could not, the sensation of want driving her near madness, ever closer towards orgasmic release as she fought against the bonds that imprisoned her.

"...her climax indeed great, perhaps far greater and pleasurable than any she had ever known, and suddenly all too soon, almost the way it had begun, the silence once again filling the room, a patter of feet upon the floor, someone leaving, a hushed whisper perhaps, then nothing more until her husband's soft kiss upon her lips wakened her like the prince in the fairytale, that this was indeed no longer a dream."

Ellen closed her book looking up, smiling at the various expressions upon the women's faces, many having obviously climaxed in perfect tune with the ending of her reading, others still hovering just on the edge, though no one spoke either way, the sounds of pleasure clearly filling the room, a few whispers here and there, a slick moist touch suddenly reverberating about the room, now joined by another, and then another as frenzied fingers strove towards finishing their work, or vibrators merely murmuring before, now turned to higher settings, each one now openly screaming their purpose.

"Holy fuck!" Michelle's voice now filling the silence, "right there baby, right there!" Everyone's attention drawn towards her now, including Dianne's. She found herself envious, watching as Sharon knelt on the floor between her legs, her mouth gently sucking, licking, kissing her lover's split, keeping her on the very edge of orgasm, and then finally allowing her to topple over the edge as Michelle's hands grasped the side of Sharon's head, clinging to it, forcing it even harder against herself if that were possible.

So engrossed in watching this, as was everyone else, she didn't realize for a moment or so, that there was a differing touch upon herself, only then tearing her eyes away from the two women, looking down, seeing Ellen's fingers now caressing her exposed clit, the vibrator deep inside, it's humming thrills captivating the audience of her lips, her juices, now applauding in joyous rapture as Ellen's finger brought about the climatic end to her cunts performance. Dianne felt her eyes closing like the curtain upon the stage, the applause still ringing in her ears, becoming now the sound of her own voice as she cried out the last note to pleasured song her cunt had just finished singing.

It had indeed been one of the wildest nights she could ever remember having. They had all soon after dressed, all smiling, some embarrassed by the fact that they were, including herself. But it had indeed been the most erotically charged night that many of them could remember experiencing in recent history. The enthusiasm for already looking forward to next week, this one at Ellen's place, with Dianne being the main reader at their next gathering. She stood for a moment with Ellen out by their cars before driving themselves home.

"Well that was certainly something wasn't it?" Ellen had said stating the obvious.

"Yes, yes it was," Dianne replied, still feeling the exquisite aftershocks as they continued to reverberate deep inside her pussy even as they stood there.

"Wait until I tell Bill about tonight," she added nonchalantly, "I bet he's hard as a rock within seconds after I do."

"Tell Bill?" Dianne stated somewhat aghast at hearing that. "You're actually going to tell him what happened here tonight?"

"Of course I am!" Ellen said looking surprised. "You of all people should know, Bill and I don't hold any secrets from one another, I tell him everything."

"Everything?" Dianne said once again alarmed. "Did...did...you tell him about the other day?" she finally managed, now trembling, the pussy shocks finally abating as a near panic took over from them.

"Well yes, later on after he'd gotten home and we were in bed...yes," Ellen said now sounding a bit bewildered. "Why wouldn't I?"

Dianne didn't know why she wouldn't, or why she found the admission so overwhelming to hear. She knew her own brother, and knew just in that he'd no doubt have any worries about it, none whatsoever knowing him, but it was still the thought that he actually knew, or knew most of it anyway.

"Shit Dianne, whose idea do you think it was for me to read that particular passage tonight anyway?"

"Bills?"

"Yeah...Bills! He thought you, along with everyone else would enjoy it, and obviously...you did, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes...of course I did, but you already know that. It's just that, well, I never thought that Bill would actually find...find, what we did acceptable."

"Are you kidding me?" Ellen laughed. "You can't even begin to imagine the number of times he's actually suggested, and encouraged it! Good hell Dianne, he knows the shit head your husband really is, and he also knows you, he knows you'd never go out and fool around with another man, but...he also knows that you might not struggle so much with the thought of finding relief and comfort with another woman, especially if that other woman just happens to be your best friend, and the wife of your very own brother!"

Ellen was certainly right about one thing, as was her own brother Bill for that matter. Whatever had gone wrong in her marriage, or even why that it had, she wasn't yet ready to throw in the towel just yet either. But at the same time, she also knew she was no longer content to live, or lead an almost celibate life either. Maybe it was like splitting hairs, on the one hand, she wouldn't feel like she was really cheating on him had she gone out and been with another man, yet on the other...here she was, playing and fooling around with her own sister-in-law, even though they both had Bill's approval and support in doing so.

It was yet again another emotional dilemma for her to try and work through, that and her own marriage to Steven if she could. But she knew until she found satisfactory answers for that, she could, and would no longer deny herself the needed pleasures that she had now experienced once again. She could never go back to that, not now anyway. And at least for now, she could accept what she was allowing herself to feel and experience at the hands of another woman, and perhaps even...women as things obviously had begun to progress in that direction.

She was even more pleased and relieved when arriving home to discover that Steven wasn't even home yet. It was still a bit early even for him, but she treasured the silence that greeted her as she came into the house, only then removing the egg-shaped vibrator that Ellen had given her to take home with her, experiment with, and pleasure herself.

"Try it in the tub," Ellen had suggested, and then explained to her what she'd meant by that.

Amazingly, Dianne was still very much aroused. She had had one of the strongest most intense orgasms ever, yet here she was only a short while after having done so, wanting to again.

"Maybe Ellen's right," she thought to herself. "The more you do enjoy it, the more you can and will enjoy it too." She smiled thinking about her own brother, how he was so very much like her in many ways, ways she hadn't allowed herself to think or feel for several years now, though thankful that he did, still was, looking out for her own welfare though it be in a very strange way perhaps.

Dianne soon after closed, and then locked her bathroom door. Even if Steven came home early, he would never try and enter a closed bathroom door, so she'd have plenty of warning should he arrive home. Dianne lit a few scented candles, had turned off the bathroom light when her cell phone suddenly rang. As she'd brought her purse into the bathroom with her, as it was also her intent to keep her new found toy secreted away inside it, she quickly snatched up her ringing phone and answered it, seeing that it was in fact Ellen who was actually calling her.

"What's up? Everything ok?" she'd asked.

"Oh just fine, just wanted to call and check on you, was a little worried about you kiddo, you seemed sort of out of it, perhaps worried a little just before you left."

It was true, she had been until she'd had a chance to really think about everything on the drive home, which she had done, and was now feeling better about herself and her decision regarding it, amongst everything else, and even said so to Ellen.

"In fact, I don't mind telling you, I am at this very moment about to embark on that adventure you told me to try," she said grinning into the phone.

"You are? Right now? Right at this very moment?"

"Yes, I am! I am in fact standing here in the bathroom, the water's running in the tub, I'm naked, and I'm holding that marvelous little toy of yours in my hand even as we speak!"

Ellen giggled, she then heard as Ellen obviously turned and said something to Bill.

"Don't tell me you just told my brother what I'm sitting here about to do!"

"Ok, I won't, even though I did," Ellen giggled back even more suggestively. "So I guess I'll let you go, so you can finish doing just that then."

And Dianne nearly did, until a totally wicked thought suddenly crossed her mind. "No...don't not quite yet anyway," she said sounding suddenly out of breath, but it was the mere thought of what she was about to suggest that had taken her breath away.

Ellen could tell by Dianne's tone of voice that something else was suddenly going on. "Wanna tell me what it is you're thinking?"

"Something naughty, something really, really naughty," Dianne said stepping down into the tub.

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Remember the other day when you said it was easier to show me than try and explain it?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, maybe I can't exactly show you what I'm thinking and about to do, but you can certainly hear what that is."

"Oh my God...don't tell me!"

"Don't tell you what it is that I'm now doing?" Dianne quipped knowing perfectly well that wasn't what Ellen had meant.

She could hear the catch in Ellen's own voice when she spoke, ignoring the question altogether. "Tell me, tell me everything you're doing, everything you're feeling while you're doing it," she said, "don't leave a single solitary thing out either, or even if you do, let me hear what you're doing at least!"

Dianne laughed, feeling suddenly giddy, naughty, and more than aroused. "Right now, I'm doing what you first told me to do. I'm slipping the egg inside myself, not turning it on just yet, just putting it in."

"Oh fuck!" Ellen moaned into the phone, and then Dianne heard in the background behind her the sound of Bill's voice.

"What? What?"

"Shh, just listen, but stay quiet," she warned him "Or I'll lock myself in the bathroom! Now...go on!" Ellen urged once again turning her full attention back to her near sister.

She hadn't stoppered the tub, so there wasn't enough water in the bath to cause her any problems while she spoke on the phone, just enough that it warmed her, comforted, and took the chill out of the porcelain as she lay there.

"Now I'm lying down, the water's running, I'm inching forward now, ahh..ahh yes, right there, it's beating against my pussy, playing with my clit, just like you told me it would."

"Oh my God, you're really doing this aren't you?" Ellen said excitedly, and then held her hand over the phone though Dianne could tell that she was as she turned speaking to her brother. "She is! She is! She's actually masturbating over the phone while I'm listening!"

Dianne smiled to herself, now knowing that her own brother was very much aware of what she was doing now too, and found the thought of that oddly arousing.

"Hmm, that really is nice Ellen, sort of feels the same the way I sometimes slap my pussy when I'm playing with it, the way the water is pounding against it. Now I'm going to turn on the egg and see how that feels."

Dianne heard Ellen moan on the other side of the line, "Fuck this is making me horny just listening to you, and Bill too!" she added as an afterthought.

"Nice!" Dianne responded back. "So...hearing me playing with myself is making you hot is it?"

"You know damn well it is," Ellen moaned once again. "So much so, I'm now touching myself, just slipped my finger inside of my pussy in fact, and Bill is standing next to me, rubbing his cock back and forth against my left tit."

"Oh yes, yes!" Dianne moaned hearing this. "The egg is vibrating nicely inside me, the water is still beating against my clit, I'm holding my pussy open with my hand so that I can feel it even more directly now, fingering it...rubbing it slowly back and forth like it was someone's tongue."

"Oh fuck!" Ellen groaned deeply, "I wish my tongue was doing that to you," she said surprising Dianne upon saying so.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I'd enjoy doing that to you, licking you, tasting you," Ellen paused, Dianne could hear her speaking to Bill though the phone was muffled and she couldn't understand what he'd said. She did hear it when Ellen giggled. "Bill said I could eat you anytime you wanted," she declared excitedly, "And he'd even enjoy watching me do that sometime if you allowed him to do so," Ellen told her.

At the moment, Dianne would have allowed her own brother to go down on her as horny as she was, but she didn't admit to those thoughts as she answered. "Oh fuck, I'd love to feel that again, it's been so fucking long since I've had anyone go down on me!"

They continued on with their erotic banter back and forth for the next fifteen minutes. Bill had soon after begun fucking her from behind doggy-style while she knelt on the bed frigging her own clit, listening to Dianne as she neared ever closer to orgasm.

"Oh baby, we want to hear you cum, both of us," Ellen asked questioningly, "can I put you on speaker phone?"

"It was decadent yes," as she thought about it, her own brother wanting to hear her as she climaxed, but it was just wicked enough to nearly put her over the edge. "Go ahead," she barely managed to say, already hovering, only moments away from feeling the delicious tingle of her clit, her pussy before it exploded. She heard the sudden echo as Ellen did so, in addition to that, she could also hear the sound of Bill fucking his wife furiously from behind as flesh slapped against flesh.

"Oh fuck, I'm there! I'm there!" Dianne suddenly yelled into the phone, and heard as she did so, the likewise agonizing groan of mutual delight coming from the two of them.

Nearly three days passed before Dianne and Ellen managed to schedule lunch together during the day. It had been a hectic week, but also a stressful one. Dianne had made some concerted effort to interest her husband Steven, though it had turned sour almost immediately.

"So what happened?" Ellen asked after they'd been seated down together at the table. Dianne had only briefly informed her of the disaster, along with the aftermath.

"Well you remember that God awful outfit Steven gave me for Valentines last year?"

Ellen did, "Oh yeah, that black and red corset thing, or whatever it was? The one with the fishnet stockings and black boa feathers?"

"That's the one!" Dianne said nodding her head. "Anyway, I decided to put it on for him since I hadn't worn it since then, I figured if that was what turned him on, then I was going to wear it for him, even if I thought it was ugly as hell. So I did. I had fixed him his favorite dinner, which granted he did appreciate, and then afterwards went up stairs, put on the outfit and came down into the den where he was sitting. I stood in the door waiting for him to notice me, which he did after a few minutes when a commercial finally came on, looked at me in surprise, and simply said, "Oh baby, not tonight, I'm beat. How about you wear that for me tomorrow night? Then maybe I'll be in the mood and not so tired."

"Holly...shit!" Ellen said disgustedly, "He didn't!"

"Oh yeah, he did. So then guess what I did?"

"What?"

"I stood there and began seductively taking off the fucking outfit like I was still trying to tease him or tempt him into having sex with me, he sat there watching me, but not with any sort of aroused expression on his face, more like annoyance that I wasn't willing to wait until the following day. When I finally had taken everything off, and stood there in the nude, I then reached down, gathered everything up and tossed it at him. You should have seen the look on his face when I did that. I then told him that if he ever wanted to see that outfit again, he'd have to wear it himself. Needless to say, I locked the door to the bedroom, and he ended up sleeping in the guest room where I intend for him to continue sleeping for a while until we either work things out, or call it quits!"

"Good for you!" Ellen said happily, laughing. "God, I wish I'd been there to see that, I can just imagine what he must have thought when you stripped just before throwing it at him."

"Well, it was funny when I thought about it afterwards, but it certainly wasn't funny at the time. But I have to tell you Ellen, I'm beginning to wonder if there isn't something more that's been going on. I haven't figured it out yet, but I will, especially now that I'm suspicious about a few things that haven't been adding up yet. But they will, I know eventually they will."

They soon after finished their lunch together and then walked out to their cars which they'd also managed to park side by side there in the lot of the diner. "Heading back into the office?" Ellen asked.

"No thank God!" Dianne smiled. "I've got one house to show this evening, so I'll busy myself preparing for that at home. What about you?"

Ellen checked her watch, "Well I know David isn't expected back until after two, even told me to take a long lunch today since he wouldn't have the rest of the information we're working on for his proposal until then, so I still have another forty-five minutes before I have to head back."

Dianne couldn't explain it, but she suddenly felt aroused, the sexual tension between them almost immediate. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked.

Ellen grinned, "Yes, I am...but I have been ever since that night on the phone," she said honestly. "Just wish we really had more time to go someplace, but it's basically the same distance to your place as back to work, and I'd never make it back in time either way."

"Yeah, I know damn it!" Dianne said wishfully resigning herself to the fact that she'd just have to stay horny until she could get home and do something about it herself. Which is when she felt Ellen reach up, cupping one of her breasts though glancing about the parking lot ensuring that no one was watching or could see them. "What are you doing?" Dianne giggled unexpectedly.

"Being naughty," came the simple reply. "Always wanted to do something naughty wicked in a public place, but just never got around to it."

"You mean to tell me that Bill hasn't managed to fuck you in an elevator or someplace like that yet?" Dianne chuckled, though half moaning at the same time as Ellen continued caressing her breast, even though it was through the material of the blouse she was wearing, along with her bra.

"Not yet, but after I tell him about this, I'll bet he'll be out searching for locations!"

"I don't doubt that for a minute!" Dianne agreed, and then suddenly a thought came to her as she noticed Ellen stood with her car keys in hand. "Give me your keys," she said suddenly, which Ellen did without questioning, though her look was certainly curious. "Just keep an eye out for a moment," she added.

Dianne had already noted the fact that no windows looked out directly towards them from the diner as they'd parked around back. Even someone driving by would only see what would appear to be two women standing there chatting between their two cars. Taking another last quick glance around, Dianne lifted her already short dress, showing Ellen in the process her pantyhose, which she pinched with her fingers pulling the material away from herself, then pressing the car key against them, and then into them tearing a small hole which she then quickly made larger by ripping it.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ellen finally did ask, though once again looking about as she did so.

"Making it easy," Dianne grinned. "There, now you can finger me!"

Almost immediately Ellen began doing just that, with her back to the building, sandwiched between their two cars as they were, they were somewhat shielded as Ellen continued to look over Dianne's shoulders behind her in the event anyone else came out into the parking lot, though there weren't all that many cars that had parked close by where they had.

"God you're already wet!" Ellen announced unnecessarily as she slipped her middle finger in and out of her friends hot slick cunt.

"Tell me about it," Dianne moaned pleasurably. "God Ellen, I haven't been finger-fucked like this since high school!"

Ellen laughed, "well sweetie, I haven't finger-fucked anyone since high school either!"

Dianne shot her a surprised look. "Sounds like you need to tell me about that sometime," she said breathlessly as Ellen's finger now twiddled her sensitized little clit, working it back and forth, making her weak in the knees.

"Yeah, I will," she spoke nearly as breathless, though concentrating now on what she was doing, still watchful that they weren't being observed or discovered.

"Fuck, I'm already close!" Dianne announced moments later. "But after I do, then it's your turn!" she told her.

"Damn fucking right it is!" Ellen giggled expectantly. "At least I'm not wearing any pantyhose!" she informed her, which Dianne had noticed earlier she wasn't. "Just wish I could also suck your tits too!" she said her voice filled with lust and excitement.

"Oh fuck yeah, do it!" Dianne said rapidly unbuttoning her blouse, and then popping the front of her bra open freeing her tits.

"God this is insane!" Ellen laughed pleasurably as she leaned forward capturing one of Dianne's breasts in her mouth sucking it.

"Yes it is! Wonderfully so!" Dianne spoke, no longer really caring if anyone could see them at this point, actually finding the thought of that additionally stimulating, wondering what someone might think, or wonder should they in fact actually notice them.

Ellen switched tits, now sucking the other, the subtle switch for whatever the reason being the trigger to the climax she'd been hovering on having, suddenly seeing stars, the exquisite pleasure of release happening all at once.​