Final

Hi, I'm Jean. I was Chantal's lover and I've decided to fill in some blanks in her story.

Chantal's own words in Part One were true as far as they went, but she left out a very great deal. She and Dan enjoyed a lovely romance for a while, but the full story was quite a bit richer.

You've read that Chantal and Dan got together through work, where Chantal and I -- two loving women roommates - worked in a downtown office building as security guards. What you do not know, because Chantal had not known, was that I wanted Dan all along.

Dan fell gradually into our lives, stopping to chat when he came to work on the weekends. I thought he was a very handsome man of about our own age -- mid 20s - and he always spoke to Chantal and me in a soft, confident and respectful voice. He did not ask prying, personal questions and he never threw an F bomb. I was always gladdened when I saw him walking into the foyer. I admired his easy walk with his shoulders back, confident and manly. I used to wonder, had he been walking in the nude, what his package would have looked like as he walked. I hid my disappointment when Chantal told me that Dan had asked her out. I'd been hoping he would ask me out and I had been -- or so I thought -- flirting with him as much as my professional poise would allow. After all, the only times I ever saw him was at work.

Dan was, in short, definitely attractive and sexy. I wanted sex with him, I wanted to give my body to him. He would have been strong, manly and safe, I was certain, but he picked Chantal first. I don't think she'd even been trying.

Before I go on, I will tell you a little about my own sexuality. I had been pretty inexperienced when Chantal and I first got together, but I was no virgin. I was new to lesbian sex, but I had had a male lover. Chris was a jerk, but we did it a couple of times when he had been into the rum. He was able to penetrate me but although I enjoyed the physical sensations of intercourse neither of us had an orgasm and I soon stopped seeing him. I admired men and I assumed I'd eventually encounter a man who would give me a better experience. I decided I would simply go about my life and wait for a better man than Chris to show me what proper lovemaking could be.

Chantal and I met at school, became friends, then roommates and, well, I can't improve on Chantal's description of our life together. It was good, most times very good. I was uneasy at first with the idea of falling in love and enjoying sex with a woman -- that lesbian taboo thing so many of us struggle with -- but Chantal was so sweet and she had such bright dancing eyes for me that she made it easier.

I watched Chantal and Dan's secret romance build with some anxiety and some jealousy. Oh, I knew what they were up to, all right. Chantal's lies to cover her increasingly frequent absences didn't fool me. I feared losing Chantal yet at the same time I wished she would talk to me plainly about her relationship with Dan. I wanted to share Dan with her. I lusted after him and I had a voyeur's interest in knowing what they did.

I examined my feelings quite a lot while those two were so into each other. I felt jealous that someone else was enjoying Chantal's body -- her lips and smiles, her eyes, her kisses, her sometime nakedness -- which in some way I felt she should have been saving for me and for my hungers. I also felt jealous that she, not me, was enjoying Dan's embraces and kisses, his body and the sensation of Dan's deep orgasms. I felt left out. I felt jealous that she knew what his body looked like, that he was learning how to pleasure her -- and to take pleasure from her. I wanted him to take his pleasure from me, too.

Chantal was no less loving with me. Dan was not stealing anything from my relationship and sexuality with Chantal. It gave me a delicious thrill to make love to Chantal, knowing she was also enjoying sex on the side with a man I wanted so much. I kissed her with relish, knowing a cock had penetrated her. Did Dan taste her here, too? I was desperate to know what it looked like, how big it was. Was he big enough? Was he as gentle as I thought he would be? Chantal and I enjoyed each other's company and sensuality just as much as we ever did. Was I going to resent the missing slice off a cut loaf? I decided to ride it out, but to be alert.

One time at work one Saturday, while Dan was working in his office, Chantal came back from a patrol and I was sure I could smell semen on her breath. That was the last straw. I decided then and there, I was going to find a way to have sex that man.

I felt that what I had in mind should first be spoken of in intimate darkness. One night, just after Chantal and I had retired and pulled the covers over ourselves and were all snuggled down for sleep, I asked Chantal "Chantal, have you ever had sex with more than one person? At a time?"

Her body became very rigid. "No, Jean, only with you! Why do you ask me that? Why do you ask me that now?"

I sat up cross-legged in the darkness and faced her. "Chantal, I know what you and Dan have been doing. I am okay with it. I'd have sex with him, too, if I had the chance. I don't feel he's taking anything away from us, I only feel you are having the time of your life. I am happy for you."

"Jean, no, I..."

I cut her off. "Chantal, I know you've been enjoying Dan sexually. I've known for months. Just last week you went to his office and gave him oral sex. I would have liked to watch -- I would have kissed you after! You don't have to lie about it anymore. I'm telling you, it's okay."

Chantal was silent. I continued "I have something in mind. I want you to know something and tonight I couldn't hold it back anymore. Are you ready for me to tell you something you will probably think is too weird, at first?"

"Okay..."

"Something taboo, maybe?"

"Okaayy..."

"I want Dan too. I want you to share him with me."

"What! How!"

"If you're okay with it, we could all make love together. It would be awesome fun!"

"Jean! You want to fuck my boyfriend!"

"What woman wouldn't?" I countered. "Dan is gorgeous!"

Chantal fell silent. I turned on the light beside the bed so I could study her face. She was looking down quietly. I was sure she was thinking about Dan. About me. About how. About what would happen and if she would like it. If Dan would like it. I gave her space.

"But Jean, what about our relationship? What we've done has always been special, just for us."

I spoke softly. "Chantal, I think you and Dan may be falling in love. I don't want to stop that. I don't want you and me to stop being special for each other. But sex is not just about love. It's about fun, too. And I have to say, I've wanted to have sex with Dan for a long, long time. I haven't felt a man's body since before you and I got together. But I don't want to take away anything from what you've been doing with him, what you feel for him. I could have sex with him myself and cheat on you -- I know more about men than you think I do - but I don't want to do that. I don't want to steal him. I want to share him. I want you to share him with me. The three of us, having fun with our bodies. None of us is married, we're all respectful people and friends. Don't you think it would be fun?"

I'd said what I wanted to say. She needed to think and make up her own mind. I waited.

Chantal asked "Have you ever done it before? Sex with more than one person?"

"Yes" I lied. "Once, before you and I met. With a boy and a girl. It was fun but we didn't like each other very much so it wasn't a big thing. But it was a fun night."

"What do we do?"

"Well, we get undressed, we look at each other, we'll kiss, he'll get hard and then we take turns enjoying each other's bodies. Sometimes it will be you and me with him watching or kissing one of us, sometimes it will be you and him, sometimes it will be all three of us at the same time. We make it up as we go along. There are no rules, but someone may have limits. I am going to want to feel him inside me, will you be okay with that?" Telling Chantal these things was starting to arouse me. I wanted a threesome with my friends more and more, and I was starting to imagine things for us all to do that would be very, very exciting. New things.

"You want his cock inside you?"

"Yes, if that would be okay with you. Would it? I'd make it worth your while."

Chantal was quiet again, her eyes averted.

"Chantal, what do you think?"

She smiled, slowly. "Yes, I think so. Yes. I want sex with you both at the same time."

We embraced. I hugged her hard to my chest.

"Does Dan have a nice cock?"

Chantal smiled and said with a chuckle "Oh, yeah, he has a nice cock." I was glad to hear her chuckle; it meant she was starting to loosen up and maybe become a little more receptive.

"What's it like?"

"Oh, about six inches. Circumcised. It's nice."

"Have you ever sucked it?"

"No! How could I ever kiss you after?!" Maybe I'd been wrong about smelling Dan's come on her breath.

"Chantal, you have a lot for me to teach you."

"Okay, I guess, and there's something I'm going to want."

"Anything!"

"When Dan puts his cock in you, I want to see it up close. I want to watch. I like watching him come sometimes."

"Of course! Oh, just thinking about all this is making me want to masturbate!"

I watched a smile grow across her face and I knew she would be in. Chantal said "Dan's going to paint his apartment Friday night and he invited me over for beer and pizza and to help him. You come, too."

I laughed. "Perfect! Are you okay with this? Do you want us all to have sex together?"

Chantal smiled firmly. "Yes. Let's do it. But, what if he doesn't want to? Should I talk to him first?"

I laughed out loud. "You leave that to me! No unmarried man in the world would say no to a threesome with two pretty girls like us. When we go to Dan's place to paint, just follow my lead. If you see him before then tell him I'm coming, that I love to paint and I'm bringing my painting smock." I hugged her and held her for a long time before turning out the light. We kissed and then we slept.

When we went to Dan's apartment, I brought one of Chris' old, oversize man's dress shirts to wear for a painting smock. Chantal and I made Dan wait outside the bedroom while I put the smock on. Chantal giggled loudly when I removed my bra, keeping my panties on and tossed my clothes into a corner before buttoning up the smock. Chantal had a prettier face than me, but I thought my bare legs showing below the painting smock would arouse Dan. I do a lot of cycling, and my legs are tanned and muscular and he would have something to peep at as we painted. I wanted to build up a little sexual tension in the room.

So, we went out and began painting Dan's apartment. They rolled the walls and I sat cross legged on the floor doing the baseboards. There's nothing to tell about that, we've all done it except that being in Dan's apartment half nude, and thinking about what I was going to try next was kind of exciting. When they weren't looking, I slid my panties to the side and found my vaginal juices were starting to run. I wet a finger and brushed the moisture onto the side of my face. I was feeling very sexy, and I wanted to smell sexy as well. After about a half hour I had dipped and brushed myself onto my face a few times and I was ready. In the bedroom I set up my phone to make a secret video of the action that would happen soon on the bed and, trembling with excitement and lust I asked Chantal to join me in the room for a moment.

I held her in my arms and held her face against mine, my hands roaming over her body, feeling that fabulous mixture of love, lust and anticipation. "Are you ready?" I whispered.

"Yes, Jean, I was wondering what was taking you so long!"

I peeled my panties off and tossed them over with my other clothing and I unbuttoned the smock. Standing with the smock open and my left arm around Chantal, I called to the bedroom door "Dan, I think we need you."

Dan opened the door as I placed a hand on my hip, holding the big shirt open to reveal my naked body, exposing myself to Dan at last. When you are trying to attract a man, nudity is never a mistake. Chantal gasped and giggled.

Dan's gaze flowed over my body. He glanced fleetingly first at my breasts, then my bush, my bare legs and then back up to my eyes. I felt bold and sexy and I enjoyed being stared at by this man. I smiled broadly and took a step toward him, holding Chantal in my left arm. Chantal gasped and covered her mouth, watching us both. I looked Dan in the eye, held my right arm out to him and I asked, "What do you think?"

He looked at me. He looked at Chantal then back to me. My breasts. Small, if that matters. My pussy, my legs. My pussy. Hairy but trimmed, if that matters. My slender tummy. My breasts, my eyes. "Wow!" was all he said, staring.

I stepped closer to Dan, still reaching for him. "Come closer." I reached my arm around his shoulder. Very slowly, I moved my lips close to him and gave him a slight, slow, lingering kiss on his neck.

"Chantal and I want to give you the best night of your life." I paused. "Would you like that?" Both my arms were now around Chantal's and Dan's shoulders. After I kissed Dan's neck I gave Chantal a light kiss on her lips. Then Dan, a light kiss on his lips. I tugged them both closer in. A deeper kiss for Chantal. A kiss for Dan, light at first but I held his head, closed my eyes and let my mouth explore his lips. My smile chewed his, and I licked his lips, teeth and tongue until he licked mine in return. His hand had found my bottom, a finger exploring the crack between my cheeks and now my sex was starting to boil. I broke my kiss with Dan, held my head back and moved Chantal and Dan's heads towards each other until they were kissing hungrily, while I rubbed the front of Dan's pants and Chantal's bottom. I leaned in and licked their cheeks lightly until finally the three of us were kissing wetly at the same time.

I looked into Dan's eyes. "Are you starting to see how it is? How Chantal and I want it to be?"

"Oh yes, he said, "and I think it's thrilling!"

I sank to my knees and I undid both their pants, tugging their clothing to the floor while they kissed. As soon as I could I took Dan's cock in my mouth. He was semi erect and I could taste the salt and the musk and the dried pee of his day, accepting that it was Friday night and he'd been expecting to paint his apartment after work with no reason to take a shower (Chantal and I had made a point of showering). With my left arm I stroked Chantal's bare legs and bum, teasing her clefts with rigid fingers. My right hand explored his balls and the soft skin of his bum. I savored Dan's fleshiness, the texture and growing firmness of his gathering erection. I forgot all about my girlfriend for a moment as I rejoiced over the physical feeling of Dan's cock, Dan's long dreamed-of, hidden, desperately desired cock, in my mouth at last. I swallowed away his saltiness and when his cock was finally rock hard in front of me I stood up again and kissed him passionately. I tried to tell him without using my voice that this was a moment I had been longing for, almost as much as the moments that were to come.

He started "But wh..."

I pressed a finger to his lips, the same finger I had been dipping into myself. "No talking, not yet. Do you want to make love to me and Chantal? Both of us?" He nodded, his eyes wide open.

Chantal gently tugged us all to Dan's bed. Chantal fell onto the bed on her back, pulling me with her, kissed me and whispered, "Let's give Dan a show!"

"Not yet." I lay on my back and rolled her onto me so that her breasts hung down and swayed before me and her bum was in the air. "Dan, come here." He walked over to me and I gently stroked his cock, now quite hard. With my other hand I could feel Chantal was ready for him. I looked into his eyes. "Take Chantal from behind. Now. I want to watch her face while you're inside her."

It was lovely to watch Chantal's face as she received Dan's first tentative thrusts, getting his knees positioned just right on the mattress, dipping into her and gathering her moisture a bit at a time. When he was ready he set a gentle, steady rhythm and Chantal's face grew red and she shut her eyes as I brushed her hard, swaying nipples with the backs of my fingers, watching her enjoy her first orgasm of the evening. As she came she collapsed on me and I held her tightly.

"Dan, did you come yet?"

"No."

"Bring it to me. In my mouth. Chantal, watch."

His penis was thickly wet with Chantal's moisture as he gently pushed it into my mouth. I could taste her orgasm. Chantal's eyes were wide as she watched me blow her boyfriend. Dan's eyes were closed, obviously in enjoyment of the pleasure I was giving with my wet, sucking mouth. I sealed my lips around him, used my tongue and blew him until he quickly ejaculated into my mouth, pump-pump-pump. I held his load in my mouth and I fed it to Chantal with a kiss, my arm firmly around her neck. We both swirled our tongues around our overflowing mouths and we drank Dan's load. He tasted a bit nutty.

We were all breathing heavily. Chantal and I made room for Dan on the bed, and we all had a little rest, with touches and caresses, not saying much. I needed to come, though, and I decided it was time for me to claim Dan's cock at last, before anyone changed their mind. I rose to my knees in front of him, my crotch just a few inches from his face and I gently slid my fingers over my labia. It had never occurred to me before to make such an exhibition, and I found it exciting. I could almost feel Dan's sense of sight licking my naked pussy.

Reaching back, I could feel that he was hard again. Dan was lying with his head close to the foot of the bed and I asked Chantal to move to that end of the bed and kiss his nipples as though they were mine. This of course placed Chantal's breasts directly over Dan's mouth and as they each kissed and pleased each other's nipples amid much giggling and sighing of pleasure, I lowered myself onto Dan's cock and brought him into me. When he was all the way in, I humped him slowly, wanting to memorize the moment. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of having a warm, living cock inside me -- not some plastic vibrator or dildo, but living, erect flesh. I explored how it felt when I rose up and down on him, and how it felt differently when I stayed down and rocked my pubis against his. Up and down would be for him, I thought, then after he came the rocking would be for me.

Chantal rose her face to me and we kissed and Oh, I thought I would see stars. What a fabulous kiss! Chantal's tongue reaching for Dan's saltiness, and Dan's cock exploring the deepest depth of my cunt!

Well, you know what happened. I came first, my muscles tensing so hard that he must have felt I would pinch his cock off. Dan's body tensed, his cock seemed to grow a bit then he grunted and held my hips tight against his, Chantal watching intently. I had expected to feel his load shooting next to my cervix, but I didn't. Finally, Chantal, who for the past few minutes was being loved orally by Dan, put her face next to mine, held me tight and -- well, let's just say that I knew what she sounded like when she came.

I could feel tightness in my thighs from the effort of rocking on Dan. After a few minutes I rose a bit, he plopped out of me and a trickle of semen puddled in his pubic hair. Chantal bent down and licked it up, showed it to me on her tongue then swallowed it with a smile. We rearranged ourselves so that we were somehow all hugging each other at the same time. I was tired and without knowing what the others were doing I slept a little. When I woke up, I found that we were all a little revived and so Dan I used his cock and my tongue and lips to make a meal of Chantal, and Chantal and I allowed Dan to watch us put on a show for him.