Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.
Note: If you haven't already, read Boarding with Linda Ch 01 - Ch 07, which are prequels to this story.
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I never tried to take the place of Ashley's dad and, despite how close we got once I started living in the same house, I always made it clear that I was her "uncle" and he'd always be her daddy. That being said, as we did get closer after I'd been living with her and her mom for a while, it wasn't unusual for the two of us to go off and do something to give Linda some time to herself. Sometimes it was just so Linda could maintain her sanity, sometimes it was so that she could get things done and I'm sure there were times when she was sneaking around with Jim and wanted the freedom to do so in her own house. Typically, Ashley and I would go off to the playground or the library but sometimes, like on this particular occasion, we would go catch a movie if a good kiddie flick was playing.
I didn't know what Linda had planned while we were gone, but when I got back home with a crashed-out Ashely, she told me all about it once I'd laid the pooped kid in her bed. As we sat on the couch, Linda sheepishly revealed to me that she'd been itching to tell someone what was going on between the two of us but she'd had to carefully consider who she could trust to keep our secret. She'd finally decided that Kate was not only someone she could count on but also someone who would appreciate why she needed to share. So Kate had come by and they'd sat down with some wine and Linda spilled her guts only to learn that Kate knew firsthand what she was talking about.
I was probably looking a little sheepish myself at the prospect of two of my lovers realizing that they were both familiar with my techniques. Linda continued, though, revealing that, as they compared notes, they were both finding themselves aroused. Because they'd been friends for so long, they didn't feel any shyness about touching themselves in front of each other although they had both agreed that they wished I had been there to scratch their itches for them. As she revealed that they decided in the absence of what they really wanted, they might as well take care of each other, Linda also explained that it wasn't the first time they'd fooled around. She gave me the short version of how, years earlier, they'd progressed from masturbating together to masturbating each other to using their tongues on each other. It had been a while since the last time, but they jumped pretty quickly back into the old rhythm.
They'd started by making out right on the very couch where we were sitting while fondling each other's tits. I could feel my cock beginning to rise as I envisioned the scene. They were very quickly peeling each other's clothes off before standing and stripping completely naked. They made out again while running their hands over each other's naked flesh before Linda lay on the couch and Kate straddled her in a sixty-nine. They devoured and fingered each other's pussies through multiple orgasms before collapsing in a sweaty heap of satisfaction. That had just been the appetizer, however, because as soon as they'd recovered, they gathered up their clothes and headed for Linda's bedroom to play with her toys. Of course I couldn't reveal to Linda that I was familiar with the toys she meant, having seen them through the mirror, but it certainly helped me continue to picture the scene.
As she wrapped up her tale, I know that I was completely fired up and I was pretty sure that she was again, too. When she reached over to massage my cock, I knew for sure.
"As satisfying as my afternoon was," she explained, "I still have a craving for some real cock."
We started to make out as she opened my shorts and extracted my cock, which she pumped in her hand as I slid my shorts and underwear down. She pulled away after a couple of minutes and started to stand up, releasing my cock to stand rigidly from my lap.
"I'm going to ride your cock," she stated as she unfastened her shorts, "then I'm going to suck it."