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Editor's Note:
Thanks again to my editor, Saltysooner!
This is the next chapter in the expanding sexual life of Sam and Lara as they form a permanent bond with their much younger lover, Deb.
When a middle-forties couple takes on a mid-twenties lover, there are ramifications and obstacles.
Deb's graduate school graduation is approaching, and Sam and Lara will have to meet Deb's parents. What will a couple their age thing of them making love to their daughter?
Lara wants Deb to do some consulting at her law firm. Lara has an obligation to the other partners to disclose Deb's relationship to her. Do Deb and Lara get outed to the whole staff?
What will Deb's sister, Linda, and her very straight husband make of Sam and Lara?
Is their desire to find Deb an apartment just a dangerous cover-up that could be blown by friends or family?
What will everyone make of Bill and Beth, Sam and Lara's first swinger lovers? It seems that the relationship with them will now be mostly the three ladies doing things for their voyeuristic men. Will Deb be turned on or off when she actually sees Beth enjoying being dominated by Lara? Will Deb want to participate in D/s with Lara and Beth? What will her role be?
Lara learned that she likes anal with Beth and she enjoys fisting her, too. What will Deb think of that?
The last chapter left us at the resort in Vermont with Sam and Lara to meet Deb at her apartment the next day. Will the newness of Lara's emotions wear off, or will the trio eventually find love their love is sealed in the light of a moonlit window?
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Deb's Apartment Day One: Deb and Lara have a snack through the wrapper
We arrived at Deb's apartment at five the next afternoon. Lara and I had gone over and over the possibilities that this new relationship represented. We came to the conclusion that our newfound sexual direction did not pose a threat to our love for one another any more than our previous fantasies about such things had. So far, it had made our love stronger.
Deb answered the door wearing a pair of snug jeans and a pullover sweater that looked like cashmere. She gave each of us a hug and a kiss, and the feel of her athletic torso through the material confirmed that it was cashmere. I slipped my hands around to her breasts, and the feel of her bra under the knitted material was delightfully erotic. I loved the way the jeans made her as look, and I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her into me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.
"Mmm," Deb moaned at my touch. "Good to see you too."
"You knew the effect that outfit would have, didn't you?" I replied.
"Ever been to the Cheesecake Factory?" Deb asked back.
"Sure," Lara said. "Why?"
"They put that huge case of desserts right across from the reception desk. It makes you crave dessert even before you order dinner."
She ran her hands from her hips to her breasts seductively. "Same thing. Dinner is ready, and you're
looking
at dessert."
"God, you're a little minx," Lara said. "I have plans for you after dinner already!"
"I was hoping you would say that," Deb said. "I see you brought the bread I wanted. Let's eat."
She had prepared chicken piccata, and the aroma was intoxicating. It tasted every bit as good as it smelled, and the baguette we brought helped sop up every bit of sauce on our plates.
In spite of her declaration that she was dessert, Deb had also assembled the fixings for simple sundaes with vanilla ice cream, a can of whipped cream, caramel and chocolate sauces and some slivered almonds.
Through dessert, I could tell that Lara was having a hard time concentrating on what she was eating. I could tell that she wanted to hold Deb in her arms once again.
When we had finished, I told Lara to go to Deb.
"Go ahead and hold her while I clear the table, I said. "I can see you're going to burst if you don't do it soon."
Without hesitation, the two ladies stood up and embraced. I quickly loaded the plates into Deb's dishwasher.
"Here's the Menu," I said. "I want the two of you to make each other cum without removing a stitch of clothing. You can unbutton, unzip and unfasten anything you want, but Deb's jeans and sweater stay on, and Lara's skirt, panties and polo shirt stay on.
"You have to stand right there the whole time, and I'm going to watch the show from that easy chair over there."
Deb grinned. "You're on! And I bet our performance makes you cum before either of us."
I grabbed a box of tissues and settled in to watch these two incredible women do what I asked.
Lara started the proceedings by taking Deb's head in both hands and kissing her full on the mouth. I could see their tongues probing each other's mouth as Lara's hands started to roam down Deb's body to her breasts. I could see her hands feeling the younger woman's bra through the delightful material of the cashmere sweater.
My dick was hard by now, and I had unzipped and started to slowly stroke myself.
Debs hands were now at Lara's waist. She grabbed the small of Lara's back and ground Lara's pelvis into her own. She reached under Lara's skirt as Lara began to reach under Deb's sweater.
As Deb revealed Lara's black lace panties, Lara revealed Deb's lavender lace push-up bra.
Lara felt Deb's breasts through the lace. Deb's head went back, and she closed her eyes as Lara massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples through the material. Her mouth was open and she gasped as my wife explored her at will.
Lara spun Deb around. She pulled Deb into her chest, reached around and started to work her way down Deb's tummy toward the waist of her jeans. She unbuttoned them and then unzipped them. Deb's head was against Lara's shoulder now, and she had an expression somewhere between dreamy and anticipatory. With each inch that Lara felt downward, Deb tensed slightly and then relaxed into the dreamy expression again.
Lara now had one hand inside the waist of Deb's panties, and her other hand was re-exploring Deb's bra.
With a tone a little reminiscent of the way Lara had dominated her other recent conquest, Beth, a few days earlier, I heard her say, "Deb, tell me where you want my fingers."
Deb tensed a bit at the thought of verbalizing what she had been quietly anticipating.
"I . . . I want your fingers to caress my pubic hair. I love the feeling of that."