The week after Ann went back to Indiana, Carol and Heather had a conversation. Heather knew that Ann and I were going to have a threesome with Carol. Carol had told her, and so had Ann, for whatever reason. When Carol described the events of the weekend, Heather feigned jealousy, saying it should have been her that got to be in the threesome instead. She used some convoluted logic about being the 'bank manager', and how Carol was just a part time teller.
Heather was just kidding, of course. But every time they talked after that, which was pretty much daily since they'd become such good friends, she would pretend to be upset, and she'd bitch that it should have been her.
After hearing Heather do that for a couple of weeks, saying how she hadn't been fucked in months, Carol actually began to feel sorry for her. That's when she came up with a plan, telling me she was inspired by all the things Ann had done for me.
As it turned out, Barry had lived up to his agreement, letting Carol tie him up that first weekend. She said she hadn't done anything too outrageous with him, because they were still in the infancy of their 'friends that fuck' relationship, and she didn't want to ruin it. She felt she could have done more, and that he seemed to actually
want
more...but she kept it tame. When they were done, he said he wanted to turn the tables again. He wanted to have her submit like that for an entire night.
She told him she was open to it. But first, she wanted to know if she did let him have his way with her, would he go farther. When he asked what she meant, she gave him some ideas. Ideas that were a little...darker; more aggressive, with a little more pain involved. She wanted to be more like Ann had been for me in Colorado, and at the hotel. She told him that she thought it would enhance her level of pleasure, but she wanted him to be comfortable with it. His only response was to ask if it made things so much better, why she hadn't been more aggressive with him.
When she told him why, he made a comment about wanting a do-over. That's when they agreed that they'd switch off every week, unless one or the other didn't feel like playing that specific bedroom game any longer...or for that day. With that in the back of her mind when Heather continued to complain about not getting fucked, she finally called her on it.
That weekend, Carol invited Heather over to her house, telling her that if she needed fucked so bad, she'd be happy to use her knew strap-on on her. But, she told her to show up a couple hours after Barry would already to be there. The twist was that Heather didn't know that Barry was going to be there...and he didn't know that Carol had invited a guest.
When Barry heard the doorbell, she said he got nervous...particularly since she'd blindfold him. She told him to relax, and she'd be back in a little bit. When she went downstairs, she put on the strap-on and answered the door naked, except for the harness and some black high heels. Heather laughed when she first saw her, but when she saw the look on her face she got nervous as well.
"I was trying to look ominous," Carol had told me at the time. "I grabbed Heather by the hair, pulling her into the house so she didn't have a chance to change her mind. I called her my bitch, and told her that I was going to make her pay for all the whining she'd done."
"Did she freak out?" I asked.
"Not until I told her that I was going to be giving her a couple of enemas. She didn't understand why at first, but that didn't stop her from getting undressed. She was naked so fast you would have thought her cloths were on fire."
"So, when did she figure it out?"
"I reminded her that she had conveniently forgotten that when we had our threesome, you fucked my ass for the very first time. I told her if that had really been her, she would have had her ass fucked instead of me. If she really felt it should have been her instead of me and she was going to bitch about it for three weeks like she did, then I was going to give it to her exactly like I got it. Well, not exactly...but close!"
Carol laughed and said that she took Heather and got her ready, and then she led her upstairs. Her statement about it being not exactly the same, but close, was interesting. She let her fuck Barry, riding him to until she had an orgasm. While she did, she said she greased up the fake cock with some lube, waiting patiently for the right moment.
That moment came when Heather collapsed forward onto Barry's chest after she came. With him tied to the bed, his legs spread wide, Carol said she got between them and placed the tip of her dildo against her ass. Ten minutes later, she and Barry were both fucking her. Well, Carol was fucking her. She said Heather was moving up and down on his cock. Either way, she was getting filled by two cocks at the same time.
"Did she like it?" I asked.
"It took a little while, but yeah...she did. Just like I did," Carol smiled.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Carol did like it when both Ann and I fucked her, just like Ann had when the roles had been reversed a little before that. As far as Ann was concerned, I'd go so far as to say she loved it. It was a new experience for her sexually...and she loved most new sexual experiences. Yes, I'd used two dildos on her at once. And I'd fucked her ass while using a dildo on her pussy another time. But what Carol and I had done to her was as close as she had ever come to having two real cocks fucking her at the same time. And truthfully, it was as close as she was ever going to come.
Ann had said as much to Carol, telling her that she wouldn't be fucking Barry if there were ever an instance where they were together in a group situation. I seconded that mentally. I loved Ann, and I loved the sexual freedom she gave me. But both of us had decided that another man in our relationship, at least as far as fucking was concerned, wasn't what we wanted. I didn't really have a problem if Ann went as far as giving an occasional blowjob to someone we both liked and trusted. But anything more was an uncomfortable thought for both of us.
That said, I know she loved the feeling of having two fat cocks pumping inside of her at the same time, even if one of them wasn't real. I was also sure we'd do it again, most likely with Carol. But it wasn't something either of us dwelled on. It was like our bondage games. It was something we both enjoyed. But it didn't dominate our daily thoughts; who we were together as a couple, or what we shared. And like those times when she became Annabelle, this new experience wouldn't happen all that often either, which was only going to make it more incredible when it did.
I was thinking of just that as I drove into Ohio, having passed through the mountains for Western Pennsylvania and Northern West Virginia. It was dark, and frankly, cold. The temperature was dipping into the 30's during the night, and as I traveled down Interstate 70 towards Columbus I sighed, because I still had a long way to go.
The car was packed ahead of time so I could leave directly from work. I had hoped I'd be able to leave a little early. Instead, I didn't get out of the plant until after six. The first few hours were rough, with traffic being pretty heavy. But now that I was past the Pennsylvania Turnpike and its rather restrictive speed limit, I hoped to make up some time. With it being later and traffic starting to thin, I'd figured I'd get to my parent's house sometime just after three in the morning.
I'd driven through the night before, so it wasn't foreign to me. But I didn't necessarily like it. With it being fall, there would be a higher risk of deer running across the road, and that meant I wasn't just looking at the road ahead, I was also scanning a little wider just in case. I could feel my neck muscles tightening from the added tension, not to mention the headlights of the oncoming cars starting to bother my eyes.
"I wish I was there," I said as I popped Rush's 'Moving Pictures' into the cassette player, wanting something upbeat that I could play loud to keep my awake. As the first sounds of 'Tom Sawyer' came through the eight speakers of the custom stereo I had installed in my 300ZX, I sighed again, thinking about going to my parent's house and the empty bed that awaited m. I was driving almost 500 miles, only to end up within five blocks of Ann and still not have her in my arms...and the thought of that sucked.
Still, knowing I'd be seeing her the next morning brightened my mood as I pressed down on the gas pedal, speeding up a little bit. If I wasn't going to be with her until the next day, I still wanted to get there as fast as I could, and that meant pushing it a little. I knew the risks of getting pulled over in Ohio, so I kept my speed within reason, but it felt good to go even a little bit faster.
