(This is the final part. Thanks to everyone for reading, for the views and the nice words. It was so much fun writing this series. I LOVE these characters, and would consider writing a follow up if people were interested. Or maybe some small "what happened next" chapters.)
We all had dinner together, sitting around the kitchen talking and laughing. We needed it, to recharge and get our energy back. What a morning. What a day.
We'd all helped Rachel make the food, and she'd been delighted. At one point she threatened to put jam over everything, and I had to pretend I wasn't erect at the idea.
Dee put her arms around my waist in the kitchen. "You can lick it off me when we get home," she purred. "I will just lie there and let you."
I wriggled under her grip. "What if I take my time?"
"Take all the time you like."
"Oh, so I can lick you all day?"
She gave me a solemn nod. "All day."
I turned to her, smiling. "Sounds like a lot of fun. For both of us."
She wriggled her eyebrows and we laughed. Sex had always been good between us, but now there was so much more fun, and even more love and understanding than ever before.
While we were on the subject, I sent Rachel the list of foods and drinks she and Matt were to play with. She read it after dinner, as we were all relaxing in the lounge. She was smiling broadly. "Ice cream. Lovely. Tea. Oh Matt, you're going to glaze a donut for me."
He smiled.
She read on. "I'll have to toss you in my salad."
We all groaned.
"What, it's on the list! Cummy ice cubes. Yogurt. Strawberries. White wine." She bit her lip. "Fuck this is quite a list, Jim. This is hot, thank you."
"My pleasure. I expect to hear all about it."
Rachel's eyes lit up. "Taste test?"
"Exactly. And did you see the last one?"
She smiled. "Apple pie?"
I nodded. "That one he has to fuck. He has to cum in it and you have to bury your face in it. Pictures and everything." Matt and Rachel exchanged looks, as if startled by how sexy the challenge suddenly was. I shrugged at their expressions. "Sorry. I don't make the rules."
"Then who does?" Rachel was smiling, but I liked how shocked she looked.
I nodded at Dee.
Rachel's jaw dropped further. "That was your idea?"
Dee just gave her a perfectly innocent look. "Me? No, I could never imagine something like that. I could never picture you doing something like that." She gave Rachel a sweet, but flirty, smile, then got up and took her glass to the kitchen.
When she was gone Rachel turned to me. "I love her, Jim, I will fight you for her!"
I laughed. "Hell no."
She put on a look of frustration, as least I assumed it was a look, and she pouted. "I'll swap you the car. The house. What's your price?"
I grinned. "She's priceless, and you know it."
She slumped in her seat. "I know."
Sitting next to her, Matt rubbed her arm. "Am I not enough?" He smirked.
She wriggled into his lap and kissed him. I watched as his hands came round and scooped up her big bum. She squealed happily as he kissed her neck.
"I could watch you two all day," I said, "you're so perfect together."
Rachel turned in Matt's lap and smiled. "That's sweet. Watching you and Dee makes me happy too. You clearly adore each other."
"Don't you love seeing love?" Matt said. He was the quietest of the four of us, and sometimes he only threw in a joke, but we could sense his earnestness.
Rachel gave him a kiss. "Baby."
At that moment Dee came back in and we all stopped talking. She was wearing the strap on. We all just stared at her for a moment. Dee looked down, as if surprised. "What? Oh, this? I had some practice earlier. Now I need some more. Rachel said I could borrow this for whenever I fuck Matt's brains out. That's right now, by the way."
I looked at Matt and grinned. He raised his eyebrows, but he was staring at the strap on with a curiosity that was obvious. It was the smaller one. Pink, shiny, a good five inches. The kind you would feel. The kind you would adore if it hit the right spot. I felt a pavlovian rush of saliva in my mouth at the sight. Rachel took Matt's glass and put her own one down. She looked at her husband. She was clearly excited by this development, but she wasn't going to make the first move.
He sighed, and then took off his shirt. Rachel squealed happily, then she was quickly unbuckling his jeans. I glanced at them, but I couldn't stop looking at Dee. She saw my eyes were on her cock, so she stroked it and looked at me.
"You look amazing," I said.
"I feel pretty amazing. This thing is wild."
Rachel had pulled off Matt's jeans and was rubbing his cock and kissing him. "Love you," she said between kisses. "This is. So hot. Love you."
When she stopped kissing him he stroked her hair. "I would do anything for you."
She pouted. "You don't have to do it for me, you know?"
He grinned. "You both want it, which means I want it. Besides, I've always loved feeling a finger, this is going to be hot."
"It feels incredible," I said.
He didn't look convinced.
"Let me prepare you," Rachel got him down onto his knees and moved him so he was facing away from us. Then she bent behind him and started slowly rimming him. He moaned softly.
Dee approached them both. She had some lube and was rubbing it over the strap on. I stood beside her and jerked her dick. I kissed her. "Hello, sexy."
Her smile was insane.
Rachel looked up at us, then stroked Matt's back. "We won't hurt you baby, okay?"
Dee was staring at his saliva slippery anus. "Finger him, Rachel. Open him up for me."
I put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "You're in charge now, baby."
Dee tipped the lube into Rachel's cupped waiting hands. They exchanged a look that was so electric it could have powered the grid for a decade. Then Rachel turned back to Matt. She pushed a lube-sticky finger into his anus. He groaned.
