Chapter 18

Friday afternoon finally arrived.

Standing on the second-floor balcony of the master bedroom, Kari, Ken, and I watched with excited anticipation as Brit’s car appeared at the start of the gravel road leading up to the front of the house.

It was one of those perfect summer days—warm but not oppressive, golden light dancing through the trees. Kari looked absolutely stunning in her favorite summer outfit: a mini sundress with a soft lavender floral print and a wide neckline that framed her glorious cleavage. Her golden hair was swept up in a messy updo that made her look like she’d just stepped out of a French romantic comedy—one where the heroine seduces everyone in sight without even trying.

Ken and I were twinning in light blue sleeveless t-shirts and white shorts. On him, it looked rugged and masculine—his broad chest, those carved biceps, and the ever-present bulge of his cock pressing through the fabric. He was the living embodiment of Nordic studliness.

Kari said I looked scrumptious, and I believed her.

“Ellie’s going to want to rip the clothes off my scrumptious boy,” she’d teased me earlier. “But I’m not going to let her have you just like that. I want to play with her a little first. You don’t mind, do you, honey?”

Not in the slightest. I was just thrilled to be there for what promised to be a spectacularly decadent day. My beautiful hosts—my lovers—were about to seduce my hot ex-girlfriend and her even hotter best friend, and I was about to witness and participate in whatever wild delights were coming our way.

Brit’s car pulled up and stopped in front of the main entrance. We headed downstairs, deliberately taking our time. Anticipation crackled in the air like electricity.

A moment before we reached the door, the bell rang—twice.

Ding. Ding.

When Kari opened the door, Brit was standing front and center, grinning nervously. She wore a sundress not unlike Kari’s—hers was yellow with soft blue floral prints, short and flirty, radiating summer charm.

Just behind her stood Ellie—Brit’s exotic-looking best friend.

Ellie was, quite simply, a vision. A true MILF in every glorious sense of the word. She was thirty-eight, the same age as Kari, and her confidence radiated from every curve of her perfectly styled body. Her black midi sundress, speckled with white polka dots, hugged her hourglass figure just right. The deep V neckline drew the eye down to the creamy expanse of her cleavage, framed by the firm fullness of her breasts—jaw-dropping in size, but high and natural in a way that felt almost unreal.

Her dark brown hair flowed in soft, shiny waves to her shoulders, held back by a plush white velvet Alice band that gave her a retro bombshell vibe. Her makeup was flawless. Smokey eyeshadow and perfectly fanned lashes made her almond-shaped brown eyes smolder. Deep red lipstick matched her nail polish—classy, bold, unapologetically sensual.

I couldn’t pin down her background exactly, but something about her look—her skin tone, the slight accent in the curve of her smile—made me think Mediterranean. Maybe Italian, maybe Spanish. A Monica Bellucci–Sofía Vergara–type of allure: lush, sophisticated, with just the right amount of spice.

As I studied her more closely, I noticed that she’d gained a little weight since the photos Brit had shown me. Her hips and boobs looked fuller. Or maybe it was just the dress, cut to highlight every seductive swell. Either way, the effect was devastating. She didn’t just look good—she looked better.

This radiant woman was now standing in front of us, poised and polite but unmistakably aware of what she’d signed up for. No awkward dating rituals. No mixed signals. No peacocking or pickup lines.

She was here for a purpose—and it wasn’t to sip lemonade on the porch.

Brit trusted us. Ellie trusted Brit. That trust was a privilege—and one we intended to honor ... with enthusiasm.

The more I think about it, the more I know that sex isn’t just about lust. Good sex, at least. Great sex comes with a healthy dose of love, trust, and mutual respect. You can get as dirty as you want—as long as you’re doing it with the right people.

I was going to have sex with her soon.

Yay!

“Inconceivable!” shouted my inner Vizzini. I struggled hard not to laugh. I mostly succeeded.

Kari glanced at me, read my whole thought, and grinned that deliciously wicked smile of hers. Then she stepped forward. With calm, purposeful confidence, she placed her hands gently on Brit’s shoulders, pulled her in, and kissed her deeply on the mouth.

She reached up, cradled the back of Brit’s neck with one hand, and drew her in tighter, her tongue exploring the warm sweetness of my ex’s mouth with affectionate hunger.

Both Brit and Ellie looked visibly surprised. Kari’s boldness always managed to take people off guard in the best possible way.

After letting Brit go, Kari turned to Ellie. She offered two soft kisses on each cheek—ceremonial and polite. Then she paused, took in Ellie’s elegant face with an admiring gaze, and pulled her into a long, warm embrace.

Ellie hugged her back, and it was mesmerizing—the soft pressure of one set of plush curves melting into another, two powerful feminine energies pressing together in slow motion.

As Kari leaned in, her nose brushed the side of Ellie’s elegant neck. I saw her nostrils flare subtly, taking in Ellie’s scent like it was a drug.

“You smell ... exquisite,” Kari murmured. Her breath was reverent.

Ellie’s voice trembled slightly. “It’s Sung. Sung by Alfred Sung.”

Kari blinked slowly, visibly lost in the moment. “You smell absolutely heavenly,” she said, then gently kissed Ellie’s cheek ... and then her chin. Those little kisses lingered just a second longer than necessary, warm and intimate.

Ellie let out the softest moan. “Your lips feel so warm.”

Kari touched her lips to Ellie’s in return. “Yours too,” she breathed, before kissing her again—this time, longer.

“Oh là là,” Kari’s lips whispered to Ellie’s tongue.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” asked Ellie’s tongue in response.

“Oui, bien sûr,” Kari’s mouth replied.

Their French kiss deepened. It was sensual, expressive—hands sliding up and down backs, necks, tangled in hair. Their soft moans vibrated against one another’s mouths. When Kari tugged the shoulder of Ellie’s dress down, exposing the delicate black strap of her bra, my heart stuttered. So did Ellie’s breath.

But then Kari stopped herself.

Not yet.

“Come on in, honey,” Kari purred, her voice a slow cascade of velvet. She gently guided Ellie inside with one hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

I followed, mind spinning, heart thudding, erection threatening to declare independence. This night was already unreal—and it hadn’t even started yet.

“This is my husband, Ken,” Kari said, then pointed at me with a mischievous grin. “And this here is Ken’s clone. Mini-Me.”

It took Ellie a second to catch the joke, but when she noticed that Ken and I were wearing identical outfits—and also noticed the rather significant difference in our size and height—she burst out laughing. We all joined in.

Ellie’s laugh was melodic, bright, and honest. Her whole face lit up like a weight had been lifted from her. And speaking of lift ... her incredible breasts bounced with her laughter, hypnotizing me like a pair of joyful, dancing miracles.

“Delighted,” Ken said warmly, taking Ellie’s hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a gentlemanly kiss to the back of it.

“Likewise,” Ellie replied, eyes quickly darting to the movement in Ken’s shorts—something swelling with unmistakable intent. Her gaze followed the path of his body, from the bulge to the biceps, across his chest, and finally up to his ridiculously handsome face.

“Ooh...” she sighed, almost too quietly to catch. But we did. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to laugh it off.

“I’m sorry,” she said, turning to Kari. “Brit told me he was hot, but she didn’t say he was this kind of hot. And you? You are so ... fu—gorgeous.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” Kari said playfully, completing the sentence.

“What?” Ellie blinked, momentarily confused.

“Say the word,” Kari teased. “Say it. Fucking.”

Ellie giggled, then softly, “Fucking.”

“Good girl,” Kari encouraged. “That word’s gonna be used a lot tonight. Best get comfortable with it.”

“Right,” Ellie said in a shy, almost mouse-like voice. Then she turned to me. “Hi, handsome.”

Handsome. That caught me off guard.

People usually called me cute, or pretty, or beautiful in a sort of playful way. But handsome? Ellie was the only person who had ever called me that—and it landed different. Like she really saw me.

She’d always had a thing for me. Even when I was with Brit, Ellie used to flirt with me in front of her, and one time it escalated so much Brit snapped. Now? Brit didn’t own me. And Ellie clearly had no hesitation.

She stepped forward and kissed me—soft and sure, right on the lips.

“Hey,” Kari interrupted gently, though her tone was more amused than upset. “He’s off-limits for now. I’ll let you have a taste when I decide you’ve earned it.”

“Okay, ma’am,” Ellie said with a dramatic little pout.

Perfect.

“Well,” Kari said, turning toward the stairs. “I don’t see any reason to waste time. Let’s go upstairs and get you laid.”

We followed her up to the master bedroom. Once inside, we all stood in front of the bed in a brief, charged silence—like everyone was waiting for the music to cue.

Kari stepped behind Ellie, reached out without hesitation, and slowly tugged the zipper of her dress downward.

“Shouldn’t we...” Ellie began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kari gently hushed her. “From here on, I’m in charge of everything that happens,” she said softly, but with firm authority. As she spoke, she slid the top of Ellie’s dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a soft cascade. “Okay?”

“Yes,” Ellie replied, her voice thick with emotion and trembling with anticipation.

“I’ll tell you what to do—and you’ll do it. No questions asked.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.”

Still standing behind her, Kari began to massage Ellie’s elegant shoulders with sensual tenderness. Ellie now stood just a few steps away from me, wearing nothing but a stunningly delicate lingerie set—an undoubtedly expensive bra and matching hipster panties. She closed her eyes and let out a deep, velvety moan as Kari’s fingers glided along her neck, featherlight and coaxing.

“Such a beautiful woman,” Kari purred, her voice like silk. “What a sumptuous body. These curves are heaven to touch ... and your skin—so warm, so soft.”

Ellie swayed gently under Kari’s touch, eyes still closed, as if carried by the spell of each compliment, each caress. Kari’s fingers explored her reverently, with a sculptor’s devotion—touching and praising each part of her body like a masterpiece.

“This hair,” Kari murmured, running her fingers through it, “so silky. Your skin ... flawless. And these hips, your thighs—darling, open your legs just a little. Let me feel your inner thighs.”

Ellie parted her legs obediently, breath catching as Kari’s hands slid between them.

“Mmm ... so soft,” Kari whispered, then dipped down and pressed a slow, worshipful kiss to Ellie’s round, perfectly shaped buttocks. “Hold still, sweet girl. Don’t close your legs just yet.”

She gently hooked her fingers into the waistband of Ellie’s panties and pulled them down with care, letting them fall around her ankles. Ellie instinctively moved her hands to cover herself.

“No, honey,” Kari said soothingly. “Let us see you. Don’t hide. Let me see that gorgeous, naked pussy. Mmm ... so pretty. And this little bush—trimmed just the way I like it.”

Ellie stood there, vulnerable and breathtaking, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

“It’s okay,” Kari said. “We’re all going to get naked now. You won’t be the only one.”

Then, with the same calm authority, she turned her back toward Ellie. “Undo my zipper, will you, honey?”

Ellie hesitated for just a second before reaching out with slightly trembling fingers. She pulled the zipper down slowly, revealing Kari’s flawless back, the fabric sliding apart with a soft hiss. Once the dress dropped to the floor, Kari stepped out of it with a graceful flick of her leg. The light summer fabric floated briefly, then landed perfectly over the back of a nearby chair.

“Take off my panties,” Kari murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Ellie reached out, her hands now steadier. She touched the back of Kari’s neck first, then slowly, reverently let her fingers drift down over her back and hips. She caressed Kari’s skin with an almost reverent touch—exploring with both the back and the front of her fingers, tracing soft curves and warm contours.

Kari stood still and proud, letting herself be unwrapped like a gift.

Ellie’s fingers no longer trembled. She touched Kari’s sensuous body with slow, trance-inducing strokes that made Kari moan softly and steadily.

“Touch my thighs,” Kari whispered, parting her legs to widen her stance.

A couple of thin trails of slick arousal had begun to glide down Kari’s inner thighs. Ellie traced one with the tip of her finger, then raised it to Kari’s nose. Kari inhaled deeply and moaned, visibly aroused by her own scent. Then she turned around in time to see Ellie curiously sniff her fingers—and gently lick them clean with her pink, perfect tongue.

They kissed again—harder, deeper this time—embracing tightly, mouths open, breathing in each other’s warmth. Watching the two women come together so intimately was almost too much to bear.

Without taking his eyes off them, Ken stepped behind Brit and casually unzipped her sundress. He guided her panties down with a firm, reverent touch, then nudged the fabric away with his foot. Now Brit, Kari, and Ellie were all standing in just their bras, the air around us thick with arousal.

Ken and I had already stripped down completely. Our stiff cocks pointed up like compass needles, eager and impatient.

I wanted so badly to drop to my knees and pleasure Ken—to worship him right there—but something told me not yet. Not with Ellie here. Not for her first time in our world.

“Mmm,” Kari purred, pulling back from her kiss with Ellie. “That was wonderful, honey. Heavenly.”

She brushed Ellie’s hair behind her ear. “Now ... turn around slowly. Take a look at those cocks.”

Ellie turned—and froze.

“Oh my precious ... I mean, my goodness,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on Ken’s towering shaft. She glanced at me, offered a small, appreciative smile ... but then her eyes drifted right back to Ken’s magnificent cock.

Her legs buckled slightly.

“Oh,” Ellie gasped softly, wobbling where she stood.

Kari moved instantly, wrapping an arm around her waist and helping her sit down gently on the edge of the bed. She perched beside her, one hand stroking Ellie’s shoulder, the other brushing through her dark hair with soothing care.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Kari asked gently. “You’re shaking.”

She slipped the white Alice band from Ellie’s head and set it aside. Her fingers moved to the side of Ellie’s neck, slow and calming, as if grounding her with each stroke.

“It’s nothing,” Ellie whispered. She looked up again at Ken’s body, his proud, unwavering stance. “It’s just ... I haven’t...”

“She’s never been with more than one person,” Brit said, stepping forward. Her voice was soft but steady, protective of her best friend. Ellie gave her a grateful look, even as her lips began to pout, eyes shimmering.

“Oh, honey...” Kari’s voice turned softer. “It’s okay. I understand. We’ve moved a little too fast. Let’s slow things down. How about we go out on the balcony, have a drink, relax a bit?”

Kari brushed Ellie’s hair again and asked with a gentle smile, “Do you want your panties back on?”

Ellie shook her head slowly, her voice soft and unsteady. “No. I like being naked in front of you. It feels good. Almost too good. I don’t know how to describe it.”

Kari kissed her cheek tenderly. “You don’t have to describe it, sweet girl. Just breathe. We’re not going anywhere.”

“You just described it perfectly,” Ken said with an easy smile, his deep voice drawing Ellie’s gaze back down to his magnificent erection. Her eyes widened slightly again, and a pink flush spread across her cheeks.

“I’ll go grab us some liquid courage,” Ken added. “Nobody go anywhere.”

Ellie giggled sweetly and turned to Brit. “I left my purse in the car.”

“Me too,” Brit replied. “I’ll run and grab them. Don’t go anywhere.”

That time, everyone burst out laughing. The tension softened, the mood playful and electric. Ken left the bedroom headed for the kitchen, and Brit—still gloriously pantyless but unconcerned—hurried barefoot downstairs toward her car.