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“Of course it does.” Doc tilted her chin up and their movement slowed to practically nothing. He looked at and talked to her like they were alone, as if they were the only ones out there on the dance floor. “I see the way you look at her. You think I’m bored with you, that I’m pushing my own agenda, but I’m not. It’s you, Carrie.
You
want something else. Something that includes more than just me.”

“I don’t—” She shook her head, confused, resting her cheek against his chest, feeling the steady beat of her husband’s heart. Was he right? Things had been difficult between them at times lately, far tenser than ever. She’d been short and angry, more of the “nagging wife” she swore she’d never be. She’d even asked him on occasion what was wrong with her. Doc just kissed her and held her and told her he loved her.

But things had started falling apart like this right about the time she’d met Daphne. That couldn’t just be a coincidence—could it?

“Trust me.” His lips pressed against her ear. “I know you better than you know yourself.”

And she knew that was true.

“I love you.” She closed her eyes and let that dizzy feeling take her as they danced, spinning on the floor, letting him lead, always.

Carrie spent the rest of the night watching her friend fall for Wilson, trying to drown her jealousy with Fuzzy Navels. When that didn’t work, she switched to Seven and Sevens, and by the time they made the announcement for last call, she was doing shots of Cuervo Gold.

Doc practically carried her to the car and she rode the whole way home listening to Wilson and Daphne laughing and talking about The Violent Femmes in the front seat like teenagers, comparing music collections and remembering first concerts.

“You sure you remember where you live?” Carrie asked, leaning forward to ask Daphne, who was giggling in the front seat as they neared Carrie and Doc’s apartment.

Her friend laughed. “Well if I can’t, maybe Wilson has room for me at his place?”

“Sure.” Wilson smiled, easing his Camaro up to the curb outside their apartment. Carrie felt Doc’s arm tighten around her waist.

“Goodnight you guys.” Carrie pushed the door open and got out, Doc following close behind.

“Talk to you tomorrow!” Daphne waggled her fingers through the window and then Wilson was pulling away, leaving them alone.

Carrie swallowed the bitterness in her throat. “Think Wilson is gonna find out if she’s wearing her red panties?”

Doc unlocked the front door. “Lucky bastard.”

“Hey, I’m not wearing any panties at all,” she announced, peeling off her coat and letting it drop to the floor.

“Brat.” He grinned and she pressed herself up against him as the door closed, sliding his coat off, too.

“You could see right through her top,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck, feeling his cock pressed against her hip, already hard.

“I noticed.”

She smiled, sliding her hand down to rub him through his trousers. “I noticed you noticing.”

“How come we never do stuff like that anymore?” His hand was wandering, too, checking to see if she’d been fibbing about her panty-less condition and finding that she’d been telling the truth.

“Mmmmm.” She rocked as he cupped her smooth, shaved mound. “Like what?”

His fingers teased her clit. “Like we did in college.”

“You want to do that again?” She got down on her knees, unzipping his slacks and pulling him out. “You’d like to see both of us down here on our knees sucking your cock, wouldn’t you, baby?”

He groaned.

“Two pussies to fuck,” she whispered, licking around the head, slapping him lightly against her cheeks. “Two mouths to suck on you.” She sucked him gently, pretending she was fighting over his cock with some girl. Not just some girl, but Daphne. God, that thought made her so wet. She glanced up at him, seeing the light in his eyes. “Two hot little assholes to fuck.”

He threw his head back, moaning. “I bet she’s never had a cock in her ass.”

“And I bet she’s a redhead all over,” she added, standing up to kiss him, tugging his dick in her hand.

“You want to lick that little pink pussy, don’t you, baby?” His tongue twined with hers, his hips moving in rhythm. “She’d taste so good in your mouth while I fucked you from behind.”

“Oh, Doc...” Her ass clenched, imagining it, seeing Daphne’s face buried between her legs, getting fucked good and hard from behind, her soft moans and each thrust driving her forward into Carrie’s wet flesh. “Oh, my God...”

“Tell me.” His fingers found her again under her skirt, slipping into her wetness. “Tell me you want that little pussy all over your face.”

“I do,” she admitted, her whole body energized with the thought. “Oh, God, I haven’t tasted a pussy in so long.”

“Here.” He lifted his fingers to her mouth, making her take them, suck them. “Lick it off. Taste your pussy.”

She grabbed his hand, using her tongue to get every last drop, dipping between each finger. It left a thick coating in her throat that just made her want even more. She found herself wishing they’d invited Daphne to spend the night. What would they have done with her, she wondered? What
wouldn’t
they have done? But would Daphne have been open to it?

“Think she’d let me lick her little pussy?” Carrie wondered out loud.

He pressed her toward the bedroom, turning on the light, never taking his fingers out of her wet pussy. “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way she looks at you?”

“No...” She let him push her back onto the bed, shoving her dress up over her hips, his fingers pistoning in and out of her, the hot squelch of her pussy filling the room. “How does she look at me?”

“Like she wants to eat you up.” He knelt at the side of the bed, spreading her legs and rubbing his cheek over her soft, swollen pussy lips. “Like she worships you. Like she’s starving for you.”

“Really?” She thrilled at the thought, wondering if it was true. Did Daphne want her as much as she wanted Daphne? Because she did, in her secret heart—she knew there was nothing she wanted more than to be with her best friend. She’d probably wanted her from the beginning, but hadn’t been willing to admit it.

“She wants you almost as much as I want you.” He sucked her labia into his mouth, teasing her, not going near her clit. His tongue made sweet inroads through the wet, pink folds of her flesh, growing nearer but taking his time. “I’d love to watch you lick her. See her climb up on top of you and sit on your face.”

She moaned, feeling his tongue nudge her clit on the way by. “God. She’s got such a hot little body. Those gorgeous tits.”

“Mmmm.” He flicked his tongue against her clit for a moment, a brief flutter, before heading downward again. “I bet she’s got little cherries for nipples.”

It was driving her crazy just thinking about it. “Oh, yes, yes,” she whispered, grabbing his hair, guiding him back up to her clit. It was throbbing. “Lick me, baby.”

“Just like Daphne would?” He stabbed his tongue at her, making it hard, a blissful assault. “Show her what you like, baby. Make her lick your cunt.”

She grabbed his ears and shoved her hips up, moaning loudly as she began to grind her hips in circles. She was imagining it—her hands wrapped up in her friend’s long, red hair, Daphne’s tongue mashed against Carrie’s wet pussy, their breath hot, nipples hard, pussies soaking wet. Carrie imagined Daphne sitting on her face, the soft grind of her hips, the taste of pussy, oh, God, that taste in her mouth, down her throat...

“Make me come, Daphne!” she cried, bucking up against the lash of Doc’s tongue, all the while imagining her friend’s mouth against her clit. “Oh, fuck, make me come for you!”

Her orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, the convulsions little shockwaves, her pussy clamping down against the thrust of his fingers again and again. She rode her climax off the edge of the bed, shivering and collapsing onto the floor next to her husband, letting him enfold her, kiss her, caress her, as she came back to reality.

“Such a good girl.” He kissed her cheek, her chin, getting up and lifting her onto the bed. “Why do you always deny yourself? You can have everything you want.”

She closed her eyes, shook her head, but he was kissing her open, his tongue probing, his cock hard against her hip. Somewhere along the way, his trousers had come off.

“You can’t have everything,” she murmured, letting him lift her dress over her head. “No one can have everything.”

“You can,” he assured her, taking her nipple into his mouth. The feeling sent heated waves of pleasure all through her body. “I’d give you anything. You know I would.”

She worked the buttons on his shirt—his suit coat and tie had disappeared, too, lost somewhere on the floor with his pants and boxers, she imagined—spreading it open so she could run her hands over his chest. He was so nicely built, and the fact that he took advantage of the gym at the hospital whenever he got a break—to relax, he said—didn’t hurt.

That made her remember what Daphne said about already finding the best husband in the world. The fact was, she had. But he was perfect for her, not for everyone else. And did she really want to share him?

“You could make it happen, you know.” He peeled his shirt off and moved to her other nipple, tracing lazy circles.

She let her fingers glide through his dark curls. “You mean... me and Daphne?”

“You and Daphne,” he agreed, nipping at her, making her squeak in high-pitched surprise. “You, me and Daphne. Whatever you wanted.”

She looked at him thoughtfully. “What if I don’t want it?”

“I think you do.” He reminded her by spreading her legs and sliding his cock against her soaked cleft, her cum still wetting her thighs where she’d been imagining her best friend getting her off just moments before.

“It’s a nice fantasy, I admit.” She smiled, feeling his cock swelling, the head of it pressed against her opening. “But reality might be disappointing. Look what happened with Maureen.”

He shifted his hips and slid inside her. “We had a good time until she decided to get religion.”

“She made a commitment to her husband, remember?” She wrapped her legs and arms around him, going for an easy, gentle ride as he began to move.

“But if her husband had said, hey, it’s okay if you and your girlfriend play around, what then?” he asked, his breathing coming faster in her ear.

“The real world doesn’t work that way.”

He poised himself above her, his eyes searching hers. “We get to define the real world. Our world. Any way we want.”

“I’m just scared of what might happen,” she confessed, rocking up against his cock.

“Then we don’t have to do anything.” He kissed the tip of her nose, beginning to fuck her again. “We can just fantasize about it. Which is almost as much fun.”

She smiled, closing her eyes. “Almost.”

“Where do you want her?” He pushed her legs back, kneeling up between them. “How about down here, licking your little clit?”

“I want her straddling my face.” Carrie threw her arms over her head, giving into the fantasy, no longer as threatened by the possible dangers of reality. “I want to wrap my arms around her hips and bury my face in her wet little pussy.”

“Mmmm that’s my girl.” He moved faster, driving his cock in to the hilt. “I’d love to watch you eat her out.”

“And you could kiss her,” she offered, opening her eyes to look at him, imagining it all—her friend’s hips rocking on her face, Doc’s hands on Daphne’s big breasts, thumbing her nipples, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “And touch her and play...”

“Oh, God.” He groaned, just as into the fantasy as she was. “I want to suck those gorgeous tits.”

“After I made her come all over my face...” She smiled at her husband’s expression. Just the thought of Daphne’s climax had him going. “She could put her pussy down by mine,” she suggested, her fingers moving to her clit, the ache there growing unbearable again. “Lay on top of me, so you could play with her tits while you fucked me...”

“Yeah, oh, yeah!” His hand found her breast, squeezing hard, his cock making wet noises in her pussy as he fucked her.

“And then you could fuck her, too,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the base of his cock as he plunged deep inside. “Her, then me, then her... which one of us feels better?”

He groaned, shaking his head, already torn at the thought of making such an impossible decision.

“I want you to come all over us, Doc,” she insisted, her pussy blooming with pleasure. “Come all over our hot... pink... wet... cunts.”

He gave up, growling and reaching down to grab his cock, tearing it out of her and pumping it in his fist against her frantically rubbing fingers.

“Yeah! Yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!” He gritted his teeth and thrust one last time, cum exploding from his cock, all over her clit. She came the instant she felt the first fiery blast, felt it flooding her pussy, dripping down her crevice. Her climax shook them both, her thighs quivering as she came, her hips bucking up to catch more of his cum, the second eruption rising over her belly, splashing her navel.

She smiled dreamily, reaching down and running a finger through his cum, then lifting it to her mouth, sucking it off. He watched her with dark, lustful eyes.