toward long delayed orgasm. Frank hadn't been that great in fidelity to this wife. Not at the office and not at the annual convention of dairy products distributors. He had his fun, but never, ever in their fifteen years of marriage, had he ever been unfaithful in his own home. Something had torn inside with the coming of Celeste. Something whipped him to have her once, to prove a wild premise that he could in one act of love, get closer to Celeste than all their long friendship had ever brought the girls.
Clasping and clutching, hearing the throaty moans of her ecstasy, his climax built and built but didn't let go. Couldn't let go till it forced her on to her wildest orgasm ever. Frank had the weird, wonderful awareness that he had achieved heaven and hell simultaneously. He had acted on his impulse to try to seduce Celeste, only to discover it was Celeste granting him her body. Even as his orgasm rippled through his loins, he was into her because Celeste wanted him there. Not because he was the world's greatest lover.
Then the climax was on him and he was ejaculating into the devastating glories of his wife's best friend.
'Awwwhhh… Celeste, yuh… tuh… take it… take it!' Frank's come was a hot barrage, leaping and racing just as a banshee scream coming from the threshold of the cabana pounded and reverberated across the two bound- together bodies. Jennifer flung herself across their final punishing, writhing thrusts as climax slowed.
'Ayyyeeehhh!' Frank's roar of pain and surprise sprayed at the night as he tumbled in a mishmash of arms and legs to the not soft flagstone of the cabana.
Hands wild before his face to protect himself against raking fingernails that tried to ravage a shoulder, he spun away from the assailant, then cringed behind the tilt end of the chaise, gaping in disbelief. His wife! And such a wife! Rage and animal lust for what she had obviously watched stolen from her, whipped the smaller Jennifer to a fury of strength beyond any that Celeste had to repel the initial assault.
Sprawled across her former roommate's striving curvaceousness, Jennifer was almost fragile in comparison to Celeste. But there atop the explosive breasts; straddling the more succulently muscled body of superlatively endowed Celeste, Jennifer was a fierce sex kitten in her own right. Feline, sleekly turned arm and thigh muscles, a taut trimness accented by the pixie bob of her platinum blonde hair and the perkiness of small breasts, Jennifer had a terrifying sensuality of her own.
Frank gaped as if seeing his wife for the first time, then bellowed helpless protest as she poised tensely over the spread-eagled Celeste, arms straight as she gripped jutting boobs. For a mad moment Frank was sure he was going to witness to the mutilation of the most glorious breast over development he ever had seen, then Jennifer's shrill cry ruptured the electrified silence.
'You Amazon witch! How dare you!' She was in a world alone with Celeste, no longer aware of Frank's presence. 'Like always! You helped yourself.' Outrage in the words, but not in Jennifer's tone or her expression. Fingers that had been clawlike when they first grabbed the milk-ivory globes, were now cupping the magnificent orbs almost tenderly.
'Like always!' breathed Celeste, visibly aroused by the nubile nude astride her and never from the first even mildly frightened. 'Like always, Jenny… and… and you were right.'
'Was he?' panted Jennifer, breathless now at the brazen finger play from her 'captive' that toyed boldly at her crotch.
'Oh God, he's good!'
The dawn sprayed across Frank's tumbling thoughts as the impact of it all smashed home. His great spontaneous seduction scene in the kitchen had been a sneaky mischief set up by these long-time friends. Relieved and turned on by the sight of his wife now in passionate clutch with Celeste, he crawled over the edge of the chaise, stroking and fondling one and then the other as girl play erupted.
No longer was Frank out of it as the two cuddled and clasped in happy reunion with each other's bodies. It was plain their intimacy had gone far beyond the side-by-side music study at the conservatory. To Frank, insinuating himself close to feel their pulsing delight in each other, it was like finding a new woman in the girl who had been his wife of more than a decade. Never the least hint of lesby interests before and now not the least self-consciousness in her play before him.
Little out of breath screams darted from each as they fingered, then kissed the other's most erogenous points. When Celeste curled in the bend of Jennifer's deeply tanned leg, she was a stunning contrast of buttermilk satin against deeply tanned skin.
'I want Frank to see how we made nights happy at Gordon,' she murmured, nuzzling suggestively along Jennifer's inner thigh. 'And I want to see if he has destroyed your pretty garden.'
The spellbound audience of one gaped at the way a kind of delirium possessed Celeste as she kissed along the dark cleft, then tongue-speared deeply into her playmate's pussy. Jennifer, dissolved in instant orgasm with the first pressure of tongue on clit, was a wriggling demon-driven nude when Celeste literally commandeered her body.
Thirsty lips suddenly abandoned the tender cunty flesh and she raised her head to look Jennifer in the eye. 'I love it… he's made your garden even more beautiful; your ditty's bigger and your vagina… oh, my dearest, has he taken you hundreds of times?'
'Thousands,' panted Jennifer, writhing against the hands cupped beneath her buttocks to urge herself upward for new play. 'He's pretty nutty about sex.'
'I noticed. Beautiful.' Celeste's hand was possessive and demanding as she clutched Frank's cock, nudged impertinently against her tail, forcing him, like it or not, to lie side-by-side with Jenny. 'I want to kiss two sex nuts to distraction. Then I want you to do it in front of me.'
A strange aura came across the threesome there on the double-wide chaise longue. Frank and Jennifer, unable to help their intense feeling for the magnet of Celeste, hugged each other as they stared down at the beautiful creature claiming total rights to phallus and vagina. Dark hair swirled and darker eyes sparkled as she sampled and sucked and kissed from cunt to cock. There was only beauty in her act. Nothing cheap or wanton. Something regal and worshipful of the sexuality of her friends.
In happy moaning delight she brought Jenny to peak and sent her in writhing orgasm frenzy over the crest, then shifted to a brief maddening fellatio of Frank's hard-on, licking and juicing it nearly to completion, but spewing it dripping and saliva-soaked from her lips at the last torturous instant.
'Good Lord, Celeste… finish me!' groaned Frank.
Even Jennifer wanted it. 'He's my husband and I want you to make him come.'
'Nuhunnnhhh!' Brunette lengths tumbled crazily and her body pretzeled in frantic contortions as she hovered possessively across their trembling bodies. 'I want to watch you together,' hissed Celeste. 'Do it for me, sweet Jenny!'
An odd turnabout stormed Frank Quinby as he felt the arms of this near lifelong friend of Jennifer's yearning and tight around his waist, tugging to urge his copulation before her. It had been a long-time lust burning in the man to act out his passion for Jennifer before an audience.
'Gotta have you, kitten!' he exploded, throwing himself across the diminutive figure of a cock-maddened Jennifer and spreading her legs to his will.
'You'll kill her with that.' Crouched beside them, eyes saucer-wide in fascination, Celeste watched the love organ pierce the needy pussy lips and move with practiced boldness deep into Jennifer's clutching cunty center. 'Isn't it too much, my precious?' moaned the voyeur, leaning impulsively to kiss and fondle Jennifer's perky breasts.
'Course!' gasped a sex-driven housewife, feeling more courtesan than married as Frank came alive with a fever she hadn't felt for years. 'He's killing me with it. I love it! Love it!'
And then the cabana quieted. Beyond the entry the sound of distant locusts. Inside, the soft breathing of a spent and happy threesome was all that could be heard. Delicious moments of afterglow.
'You two are very precious,' murmured Celeste as she rolled away from the hands that stroked and tugged to try to urge her to a more intimate embrace. 'I'm going to bed.'
'And so are you, dear heart.' Jennifer's happy face lifted above Frank's shoulder to follow Celeste's departure. 'And you're never going to tell us, are you?'
'What?'
'Whether our way is better than your way.'
At the exit from the cabana, Celeste looked thoughtfully at the pair snuggled on the chaise. 'If it's a Frank with a Jennifer, no contest.' A special kind of radiance mingled with an eerie aloneness in the nude slipping into
