The ladies sat on two high barstools while I prepared drinks, with Cam chattering away about the people they'd seen at the opera. Half a drink later she went to the restroom, leaving Sherri and me to converse…stiffly. I found it difficult to look her in the eye for several reasons, not the least of which was that a foot was resting on the upper rung of the stool, showing her long, tanned, crossed legs. "Cam's in love with you, you know," she said.
"Come on, Sherri, be serious. We only got together a little over a week ago."
"Listen to me, Shaun, I've known her for almost a decade. She's talked about getting in touch with you for the last two or more years, but just hasn't had the courage to call. She's been giggling like a school girl all night and couldn't stop. I'm not blind."
"Why the sudden interest in Cam's welfare? You and I were a pretty hot item when we were at the bank, then you started fucking her husband, Darryl. Why the overnight change?"
"But I never changed the way I felt about you…". Then she stopped as Cam re-entered the room and sat next to her on a stool.
Cam sensed that she'd interrupted something and crossed her own scrumptious legs. Sherri unconsciously put her hand on Cam's thigh and discovered she was touching her creamy skin. "Oh! you've taken off your stockings," she whispered, withdrawing her hand. Cam looked at me and reached over to grasp Sherri's hand and put it back on her thigh, holding it there with her own. Then, without a word she picked up her drink and drained it, looking at me through the ice cubes at the bottom. It's as if she were drunkenly challenging me to do something about it.
"What's going on, Cam?" I asked quietly, as Sherri took her turn to go to the bathroom.
"Just checking to see how possessive you are," she said, grabbing me across the bar by the hand and walking me around to stand in front of her as she perched on the stool. "An' you're so cute, Mr. Bartender," she cooed, lapsing into her little girl lilt. "C'mere an' gimme a li'l kiss," she mewled, as she parted her legs to allow me to step between them. As we embraced, she stood on the two lower rungs of the stool and rose in a half-stance. My hands were all over her, drawing moans from her throat as her tongue danced inside my mouth. Suddenly the large button on her skirt was undone and my fingers were groping at her hot, moist pussy, causing her to hunch at me with her legs spread. She'd divested herself of her stockings while in the bathroom, as well as any underwear.
"Knock-knock," Sherri said, on returning, after slipping something into her bag. I drew apart from Cam – with a visible bulge in my pants – and she said jokingly, "Goodness! I leave the room for a minute and you two are at each other like two teenagers!" I quickly retreated to the other side of the bar.
"Oh, puh-leeze, Sher, you've been as anxious to see him as I have…all evening," said Cam. "Make us another drink, Shaun, then join us out here. Don't be bashful. Jeezus, you and she used to practically live together!"
I made the drinks, plus another scotch for myself, and I joined my beauteous guests on their side of the bar, standing behind them. I noticed that Sherri, herself, had slipped off her stockings, leaving her caramel legs showing nearly to her crotch – the same sexy color as her naked back. My libido shifted into second gear, responding to her expanse of flesh. As the two swung their stools around to face me I could swear that my nose detected the rich odor of feminine musk in the air.
"I was single then, Cam, and you were married," said Sherri.
"Yeah, look what marriage has done for both of us," said Cam, sarcastically. "And you've made a real habit of messing up, acting like a sleazy whore!"
Cam's cruel remark struck Sherri like a thunderbolt. She started to speak, then hung her head slightly, seeming to deflate before our eyes. I spoke first, at the same time touching Sherri's tanned back in a comforting way. "Cammie didn't really mean it, Sher," I said, ineffectually, trying to defuse Cam's comment. At the same time, Cam reached out to stroke Sherri's thigh.
"It's not her fault. It's totally my own. You don't know the half of it. Gawd, I'm so unhappy, Shaun," Sherri lamented quietly. "It's like I'm living alone…on another planet."
"Gawd, I'm sorry, sweetie," Cam said, standing and hugging Sherri on her stool. "I'm drunk. Shaun…". She looked at me pleadingly, hoping I'd find something comforting to say or do. Both of us did.
Standing behind Sherri, we made a sandwich of her, embracing her tenderly. My hands roamed freely over her back, from shoulders to tailbone, then around the sides to her breasts, causing a pleasurable moan. At the same time Cam's hands stroked her thighs, prompting her to open her legs to her friend. By the time my fingers had cupped her breasts, Cam and she were locked in a deep embrace which lasted several seconds. Sherri clutched Cam to her breasts with a quiet passion, her eyes tightly closed with a single tear coursing down one cheek. Then both of them issued a breathy moan and kissed, first with just a brush of the lips, then a deeper kiss, then a mouth-probing, hollow-cheeked, sucking.
They broke their kisses finally and Cam clutched Sherri's upper body to her bosom and looked at me over her shoulder.
It's all right
, her eyes seemed to say, and I resumed stroking Sherri's muscular shoulders, upper back, then delved downward across her waist, and below her dress even to her sacral dimples and her sweaty butt crack. It was like navigating familiar territory as I pulled backward barely perceptibly on her hips, at this point miles distant from any objection from her. Indeed, her gasps and mewling encouraged me to lift her buttocks off the stool and pull her dress from under her and gather it around her waist, placing her shapely, naked bottom over the edge on my side of the stool. My hands groped at the hot smoothness of her sumptuous ass, causing her to groan as I traced two fingers underneath her, drawing fluid from her pussy and coating her rectum. Her breathing was now rasping, and coming in quick, wracking sounds.
I wasted no time in dropping my pants and underwear as the familiar acidic taste of sex gathered in my throat. It had been over three years since Sherri and I had been together, and Cam's active presence made it doubly exciting. She whispered something to Sherri about her dress, causing her to pull her arms out of the three-quarter sleeves and nestle completely naked into Cam's caressing hands.
"Fuck her, Shaun," murmured Cam, "she needs your lovin' as much as I do." With shaky hands I lodged the bloated knob of my dick inside Sherri's gooey vaginal opening and she jumped and cried out as if receiving an electric shock. She groaned as I drove deeply into her a few times, getting used to the incredible tightness of her pussy in this position, then she lay forward to grasp Cam's thighs for support…as if bracing for an onslaught that both women suspected might come.
I looked down at the luscious piece of woman flesh in my hands – two perfect globes of tan female buttocks bisected by a thin white line created by a trendy southern California thong – and battled conflicting thoughts. The woman to whom I felt the closest in a long while, Cam, was staring at me within arms' length, across the naked back of her close friend and bisexual lover, with my cock deeply embedded in her cunt from behind. Both of them seemed to be waiting for me to proceed. Then my thoughts sped up. From my earliest memory of puberty I'd worshipped the female physique, and had spent most of my adult life seeking the ideal one. And right here, in my own house, I had
two
gorgeous examples…two top o' the line candidates. As I gripped Sherri's hips to gore her more rapidly, seeing the juicy product of our fucking emerge on my hefty root as I pulled out of her, I knew that – as a sexual addict – I'd probably never want anything more than I had right now.
"Yesssss…yesssssss!" Sherri exhorted as I hammered at her, causing long, mournful moans. "Oh, Shaun…you always were…the best," she groaned as she bounced on and off the stool's seat with each of my forward plunges. Finally, as if knowing better than anyone else what her friend wanted, Cam stood in front of her and bent her forward, so that my strokes into Sherri were now very deep, with each lunge goring her cunt only to be stopped by her cervix. Soon she was nearly parallel to the floor, standing on the rungs of the stool with her fists clutching Cam's dress, which she'd wrenched open to expose the succulent shaven labia which I'd had the pleasure of knowing intimately for a week.
