Chapter 9: The Farewell Fuck
The solid thud of the front door closing echoed through the quiet house, pulling Char from a deep, satiated sleep. She lay still for a moment, listening to the silence, the memories of the jacuzzi—the sloppy kiss, the relentless jets, Josh’s thick length inside her—flooding back with a warm, liquid pulse between her thighs. With a soft groan, she remembered Tom’s muttered plan last night about golf at Andrews. A smile touched her lips; a day without the demanding, wonderful weight of them was its own luxury. She slipped from her bed, the cool hardwood a shock against her bare feet, and padded down the hall to the guest room. Emily was a small, curled shape under the duvet, her breathing deep and even. Char lifted the covers and slid in behind her, spooning the younger woman’s warm body, her own curves molding against Emily’s back. “Mmm,” Emily murmured, stirring. “What wonderful warm creature is in my bed?!” Char whispered into her ear, her voice husky with sleep and affection. “’Tis I, your favorite companion of life and lust. The guys have gone golfing for the day and we have each other’s company all alone all day!” They finally arose, moving together into the shower’s steaming spray, each slowly, deliberately washing the other’s lady parts and hair, their touches lingering but chaste, a quiet communion. Wrapped in thick robes, they descended to the kitchen, where Char whipped up a feast of eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit. She looked at Emily, a mischievous glint in her eye. “To hell with these robes,” Char declared, shrugging hers off so it pooled on the tile. “I’m going ‘all natural’ with you today. I want us to be open and free together without a couple of hard cocks chasing us every minute.” Emily laughed, a bright, free sound, and let her own robe fall, and what a sight they were—two beautiful women, a blonde and a brunette, fluttering about the sun-drenched kitchen in their glorious nakedness. After breakfast, they sat out on the veranda, the warm air caressing their skin, and for a long while, they simply existed in the quiet.
“Char,” Emily finally said, her voice tentative, “what do you feel about us, you know, about Josh and me and all the fucking we’ve been doing this weekend?” Char smiled, stretching like a cat. “Well, let’s begin with the cocks! I love Tom’s cock. It is just perfect for me, fits me and fills me with a feeling of absolute love. I just love to suck him off, taste his cum and swallow it. It’s just all love with my Tom.” “But how about Josh?” Emily asked, curling her legs beneath her. “Well,” Char continued, “Josh’s cock is bigger around at the top and thicker, and when he fucks me my soul is filled with. . . . . . lust—wanton lust, sensual infatuation, avarice, sensuality, but mostly seductive desire. I want feel his big cock inside me because of those things.” She took a sip of her coffee. “And I love sucking both of them off, but Tom’s is out of my precious love for him and his wonderful load of sweet cum, which I swallow all of. It’s like taking his love for me inside my belly. With your Josh, it’s all lust—getting that wonderful head in my mouth and down my throat, and loving him blowing his load deep down my throat, but it’s all about lust and sexual wonteness!”
Emily nodded slowly, absorbing this. “Well now I get it. That’s so right, and that’s the same way I feel, but… it’s the fucking. You see, I love your Tom fucking me. I just love it, I can't seem to get enough of it, and I am beginning to… love him too!” Her confession hung in the air, fragile and honest. “Josh is wonderful, but his cock is so big it hurts me sometimes. Tom’s cock is so deliciously perfect; he fills me all the way and takes me to a place Josh doesn’t reach.” Char reached over, squeezing her hand. “I know you love Josh, but now you are enjoying a new part of being free to feel sex in a different way. . . . . . with Tom.” “Thanks for your understanding, Char,” Emily said quietly, her eyes glistening.
“Now, Em,” Char said, her tone shifting to playful practicality, “let’s get you up to speed on deepthroating! The guys love it, and I can help you overcome that damned ‘gag reflex’!” “It’s a deal,” Emily said, leaning in to seal the promise with a soft, lingering kiss. What a day they had together, naked all day, sunning by the pool, talking endlessly about sex and pleasure and the intricate maps of their own desires, with Emily finally, triumphantly, using a rubber cock which Char practiced on, now Emily learning to take a full length deep into her throat without gagging, her eyes wide with victory and newfound hunger.
The late afternoon sun dipped behind the cypress trees, casting long, cool shadows across the patio where they lay spent and slick with sweat and pool water. Emily traced a fingertip along the inside of Char’s thigh, a whisper of contact that made Char’s breath hitch. “All that talk about lust,” Emily murmured, her voice low and textured, “but we haven’t mapped my desire for you.” She shifted, rolling onto her side to face Char, her gaze unwavering. “I’ve watched you all weekend, Char. You are so wonderful and I’ve watched you take Josh, I’ve tasted you on his mouth, and now, well, I’m done just watching.” Emily’s hand slid upwards, her fingers combing through the damp, short blonde curls at the junction of Char’s thighs, not entering, just claiming. “I want to make you feel that soul-filling lust you described, but just from me.” Char’s protest died on her lips as Emily’s mouth found hers in a deep, probing kiss that tasted of chlorine and want. Emily broke the kiss, her eyes fierce. “Let me. Just let me eat you, Char. Let me see what you sound like when there’s no man here to hear it.” Her insistence was a hot brand, and Char felt a surrendering shudder roll through her, a dam breaking after a day of mounting tension. “Yes,” Char breathed, the word more a release of air than sound.
Emily moved with a sudden, sure grace, swinging her leg over Char’s hips to straddle her, the warm, soft weight of her a delicious anchor. She leaned down, taking Char’s nipple into her mouth, sucking hard until Char arched off the lounger with a sharp cry. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Emily whispered against her skin, her hand finally sliding down to part Char’s slick folds. “All mine for a just a while.” Two of Emily’s fingers pushed inside, curling, and Char’s world narrowed to that exquisite, burning stretch. Emily set a relentless rhythm, her thumb circling Char’s clit with practiced pressure learned from observation. “Come for me, Char” Emily demanded, her breath hot in Char’s ear, her own hips grinding against Char’s leg. “I want to feel you come on my hand, I want to taste it after.” The command, filthy and direct, unraveled Char completely; a raw, guttural sob tore from her throat as the orgasm ripped through her, violent and blinding. Emily held her through the convulsions, then slowly, deliberately, brought her glistening fingers to her own mouth, her tongue cleaning them while she watched Char’s stunned, hazy eyes.
Emily’s tongue swept over her lips, savoring Char’s taste. “You’re even sweeter than you were in the jacuzzi,” she whispered, her voice husky. Char could only watch, her body still humming, as Emily shifted down her body with predatory grace.
Then Emily brought her face to Char’s glistening pussy and slipped her tongue inside and began eating her, licking and loving it. Her mouth was a hot, relentless seal, her tongue plunging deep then fluttering over Char’s oversensitized clit. Char’s hips bucked off the lounger as a second, shockwave of a climax ripped through her, more intense than the first, her cries raw and unfiltered in the empty afternoon.
Char climaxed again and they kissed, Char tasting her own sex on Emily’s lips. The kiss was deep and messy, a shared failure of language. They kissed again and held each other for a long time until Char said, “Emily darling, now, I want to taste that sweet cunt of yours ” as Char turned her on her back, spread her legs and dove in.
Char’s mouth found Emily’s soaking wet center, and she ate her delicious pussy with a focused hunger, licking broad strokes before zeroing in on her clit. Emily’s hands tangled in Char’s hair, her thighs trembling, her breaths coming in sharp, pleading gasps. “Oh god Char, right there, don’t stop, your tongue is so fucking good,” she begged, her back arching.
Char pushed two fingers inside Emily, curling them just so, and felt her inner muscles clench violently. Emily’s orgasm was a silent, shuddering thing for a moment before a broken scream tore from her throat. Char rode it out with her mouth, gentling her strokes as Emily’s body went limp.
They lay tangled on the damp lounger, skin slick, breathing synchronized. The distant hum of a lawn mover sliced through their quiet. “The boys won't be back for another hour or two, so we can just rest here and dream about our lovely delicious pussies!” Char laughed, a lazy smile playing on her lips. Emily grinned, a new, unspoken understanding solidifying between them in the fast-approaching evening.
Emily grinned, a new, unspoken understanding solidifying between them in the fast-approaching evening. The distant, unmistakable groan of the garage door opener severed the quiet. “Shit, that’s them,” Char whispered, a jolt of adrenaline mixing with her languid satisfaction. They shared a single, conspiratorial look before scrambling up, their naked bodies glistening, and diving into the cool pool with two clean splashes just as the interior door from the garage clicked open. The chlorine bit their freshly sensitized skin, a sharp contrast to the earlier heat. They tread water, forcing casual laughter as Tom and Josh, still in their golf clothes, emerged onto the patio.
“Well, look at this,” Tom’s voice carried, rich with amusement. Josh just stared, his mouth slightly agape at the sight of their submerged, nude forms. “A couple of water nymphs waiting for their heroes.” “Don’t even think about it, flyboy,” Char called back, her tone playful but firm. “We heard you clomping in. Dinner’s getting delivered, and you need to fire up the grill.” She kicked gently, keeping afloat. “So get to it while we get presentable.” Tom mock-saluted. “Yes, ma’am. But this isn’t over.” As the men turned toward the outdoor kitchen, Char and Emily hauled themselves out, water sluicing down their curves in the golden light. They made a show of it, walking slowly at first, then breaking into a run, their bare feet slapping on the warm concrete. “Cover your eyes, boys!” Emily shouted, a peal of laughter trailing behind her. They vanished into the house, leaving Tom and Josh to stare after them, the implicit promise of the night hanging thick in the air between the two men.
Tom watched them go, then turned to Josh with a grin that was all teeth. “They’re not getting presentable. They’re getting ready.” Josh just nodded, swallowing hard, his mind still seared with the image of Char’s water-beaded ass disappearing through the door. They grabbed beers from the outdoor fridge, the bottles sweating instantly in the humid air, and waited.
The delivery came and went, the food abandoned on the counter. When the women reappeared, they wore only the faint scent of jasmine oil and matching, defiant smiles. Char walked directly past the grill, her fingers trailing over Tom’s shoulder as she moved back to the pool’s edge. “Dinner’s later,” she said, her voice a low command. She stepped backwards into the water, her eyes locked on Josh. Emily followed, pulling Josh by the hand. “Time to play,” she whispered.
The water was a cool shock that quickly turned warm as their bodies converged. Char kissed Tom, hard, then broke away and pushed him toward Emily. “Take her,” Char murmured, her hands already going to the buckle of Josh’s shorts. He helped her, his hands trembling, and his cock sprang free, already thick and ruddy. “It’s my turn for that monster,” Char breathed, sinking down in the water to take him into her mouth.
She deepthroated him slowly, her lips stretching, her tongue flattening against his shaft as she took him to the root. Josh groaned, his head falling back. Nearby, Tom had Emily pressed against the pool wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid into her with a smooth, powerful stroke. “Fuck, Tom,” Emily cried out, her nails scoring his back. The night air filled with the sounds of sloshing water and raw, greedy flesh.
Char came up for air, gasping. “I want you in my ass, Josh. Now.” She turned, bracing her arms on the pool deck, presenting herself. He guided himself to her other hole, pushing past the tight, clenching resistance with a groan that was half awe, half animal hunger. He sank into her ass, inch by exquisite inch, as Char pressed her face into her own arm to muffle her scream. The water churned around them. Tom watched, his own rhythm stuttering, mesmerized by the obscene, beautiful sight of his wife being taken so completely.
Tom watched, his own rhythm stuttering, mesmerized by the obscene, beautiful sight of his wife being taken so completely. “Jesus, look at her take it,” he grunted, his thrusts into Emily becoming harder, more mechanical. Emily clawed at his shoulders, her eyes wide as she watched Josh’s hands grip Char’s hips, the powerful, wet slap of his pelvis against her ass echoing off the water. “It’s so deep,” Emily panted, her own body clenching around Tom as if trying to rival the intensity she witnessed. Char’s earlier cries had dissolved into a continuous, guttural sound of surrender, each of Josh’s drives punching the air from her lungs. “Fuck my ass, fuck it raw,” she snarled, the words shredded and primal, a direct echo of the unvarnished lust she’d theorized about on the veranda. The ordered world of his Pentagon briefings evaporated, replaced by this chaos of slick skin and fractured moonlight. He felt Emily’s heels dig into the small of his back, demanding more, and he obliged, burying himself to the hilt, his own release coiling tight. Josh’s pace became punishing, a brutal piston that made Char’s knuckles bleach white on the concrete. “I’m gonna fill this perfect ass,” Josh growled, his voice strained, and Char just nodded, a frantic jerk of her head. The scene fractured into a symphony of harsh sounds: skin on skin, choked gasps, the water’s agitated slap. Tom felt Emily begin to convulse around him, her internal muscles fluttering wildly, and her sharp cry was his undoing. He came with a roar, his vision spotting, his hips hammering through his own climax as he watched Josh finally still, his body bowed over Char’s back in total possession. A profound quiet followed, broken only by their ragged breaths and the pool’s gentle lapping. Char slowly lowered herself into the water, turning to face Josh, a look of sated wreckage on her face. She reached for him under the water, her hand finding his softening length. “You are a goddamn animal,” she whispered, a smile touching her swollen lips. Emily, still wrapped around Tom, rested her forehead against his collarbone. “I wasn’t wrong,” she murmured, so only he could hear. “It’s perfect.” Tom kissed her damp hair, his eyes meeting Char’s across the dim water. In that shared glance, an entire conversation passed—a reaffirmation of their own bond, forged in this strange, shared fire. Then Char’s smile turned wicked again. “Now,” she said, her voice regaining its command, “who’s hungry?”
“Now,” she said, her voice regaining its command, “who’s hungry?”
They ate dinner at the house, a spread of grilled steak and crisp salad devoured with bare hands and famished glee, their nakedness forgotten. Then came the wine, a rich Cabernet, and more wine, a second bottle uncorked before the first was empty, pouring deep purple into their glasses and a warm, loose recklessness into their limbs. Soon the girls were naked again, having never truly dressed, and the guy’s dicks were on display in full, wine-flushed erections as they moved back to the pool patio, the night air humid and expectant.
They switched, and switched again, a hungry, fluid dance of flesh under the string lights. Tom bent Char over a lounge chair, driving into her from behind while she reached back to claw at his thigh. Josh laid Emily on the cool stones, her legs over his shoulders, and plunged into her with a groan that was all relief.
“My turn,” Emily gasped, pushing Josh onto his back and straddling his face, lowering her slick pussy onto his mouth before leaning forward to take his thick cock into her own. She swirled her tongue around the head, then, remembering her afternoon lesson, she sank down, taking him deeper, her throat opening until his pubic bone pressed her nose.
Josh’s muffled cry of shock vibrated against her. “Holy fuck, Em!” he managed, his hips bucking instinctively.
She pulled off, gasping, a string of spit and pre-cum connecting her lips to his shaft. “Char taught me,” she panted, her eyes bright with triumph, before swallowing him whole again, her rhythm becoming a confident, greedy suction.
Watching from where Tom’s mouth worked between her thighs, Char felt a new, sharper hunger cut through her own pleasure. She pushed Tom’s head gently aside, her movement decisive. “My turn with him,” she said, her voice leaving no room for debate.
She crossed the tiles, her skin pebbling in the night air, and placed a firm hand on Emily’s shoulder. “Off, sweetheart. I need that cock.” Emily released Josh with a wet pop, grinning as she scrambled aside. Josh lay gasping, his body a tense arc of anticipation.
Char didn’t kneel. She swung a leg over his hips, straddling him, but instead of guiding him inside her, she reached behind herself. Her fingers, slick from her own wetness and the pool water, found the tight, clenched ring of his ass. “You’re not the only one who gets to take,” she breathed, her eyes locked on his.
She positioned the head of his cock there, against that forbidden entrance. “This is mine now.” Using her own weight, she sank down, impaling herself on him in a slow, relentless reverse. A raw, shocked groan was torn from Josh’s throat, his hands flying to her thighs as she consumed him, her inner muscles clamping down in a viselike, claiming rhythm. “Fuck, Char, your ass is so fucking tight,” he choked out, his hips lifting involuntarily. She rode him with a brutal, piston-like precision, each downward stroke a conquest, the lewd, wet sound of their joining cutting through the night. “You feel that?” she grunted, her own breath coming in sharp bursts. “That’s what pure lust feels like.” She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, and put her mouth to his ear. “Now you’re full of me,” she whispered, the filthy words a final victory as her pace became punishing, final.
Char’s muscles clenched in a final, rhythmically pulsing grip that forced a raw shout from Josh’s throat as he emptied into her. His release seemed to snap the feverish tension holding Tom in place.
Tom finally turned his head, breaking from the spectacle of his wife.
Emily was right there, her eyes wide and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “My turn,” he said, his voice a low rumble that wasn’t a request.
He guided her by the hips, turning her to face the pool wall. “You said it was perfect,” he murmured against the shell of her ear, his hands rough on her skin. She just nodded, a quick, hungry movement, and braced her forearms on the cool stone coping.
He didn’t hesitate. He drove his cock into her wet cunt from behind in one solid, deep stroke that punched a gasp from her lungs. “God, yes, Tom, fuck,” she cried out, her head dropping forward. He set a relentless, possessive pace, each thrust a sharp, wet slap of skin, his balls hitting her flesh with every drive. “This is what you wanted, right?” he grunted, his fingers digging into the softness of her hips, anchoring her for his use. “This perfect fucking cock?” She could only moan in frantic affirmation, her body arcing back to meet him, her earlier sophistication gone, replaced by a raw, needful greed. The two sounds merged in the night air—the wet, rhythmic punch of Tom taking Emily, and Char’s slow, satisfied sigh as she finally lifted herself from Josh’s spent body.