The Dreamatorium

[Miss_Vivi]

She moves so beautifully over to the table and then turns with a large bowl of syrup in her hands, I can't help the giggles that erupt.

Dream.. what are you doing? Dream..! Don't!

She stands over me now, and there isn't anywhere for me to jump to.

 

[BeautifulDream]

Don't? Don't? No, no.... there were no don'ts. She had the bowl placed perfectly over Vi's chest before she could even attempt to move away. The bowl tilting to the side, the heavy liquid slipping out, falling onto the woman. She laughed softly to herself, eyes watching the syrup land against her. She told Vi that she wanted to cover her with sweets.... and that was what she planned to do.

She tipped the bowl back, eyes moving away from the liquid to Vi's eyes. The bowl hovering over her body. "I told you I wanted to cover you, you're the one who gave me the sweets to do so. Why 'don't?'"

 

[Miss_Vivi]

The bowl tips and she's covered and laughing, splatters on her face and arms, and Drea is also a little mess.

Don't is only because you aren't yet covered too. Didn't think you'd get to taste it all on your own did you?

A hand reaches up and tips the rest of the bowl onto her sliding down her body while I laugh.

You look good, sweets.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She frowns slightly, then laughs as the bowl is tipped, the syrup ending up on her. Well that didn't go as planned. She shook her head, looking down at her body. "But now there's more on me than you!"

She let the bowl drop from her hand, her fingers moving to touch the liquid on her chest, smearing it around as it ran down. With one last shake she glanced back up at Vi, eyeing the clean spots on her body. She was far to clean. Without warning, she jumped forward on to Vi and the chaise, her body pressing against the woman's. Moving so the chocolate smeared against hers. "Now that we're covered, I think it's time for that taste."

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Sudden laughter as Dream jumps on top of her, slipping and sliding their bodies together. Her arms encircle the other woman and soon her back is covered too.

I agree. It's time for a taste.

She cups her face and pulls Dreams lips to her own, kissing her sweetly before deepening it slightly, tasting nothing but sweetness which brings a soft sigh from her own lips. The kiss ends with Vi licking her own lips.

More please!..........




The two spent hours playing with various sweets and even sweeter moans. A sight that perhaps will never be seen again, or perhaps if you're good, you will see.

The only evidence of their presence were the sticky fingerprints left on the doorway when they tiptoed out giggling.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

.....

 

[Britwitch]

Linda didn’t do this kind of thing.

Linda was boring. Linda was married, fairly happily but that was better than nothing. Linda had her job and their little house to keep on top of.
At least, Linda never used to do this kind of thing.

It had all started by accident, quite innocently really. She’d visited her friend, upset as she and Alaric had had a rough night before. A friendly shoulder to lean on turned into an embrace which shifted to a gentle kiss which ended sometime later with clothes littering the floor and flushed skin resting against flushed skin on the couch.

It was a ‘one time’ thing. They both agreed. Something that had been borne out of emotional distress and too much wine, something they’d no doubt look back on laugh about later.

But then the looks had started, longing and want. Touches that lingered. Pregnant pauses whenever they stopped talking. For two friends who normally never shut up around each other, the awkwardness was so unfamiliar, so hateful that tempers started to grow frayed, patience wore thin and then they snapped. They didn’t fight, not as such, but there was plenty of swearing and they definitely got more than a little physical with one another.

And now here she was, tangled in her own bed sheets, clothing somewhere downstairs and her underwear being gradually removed by skilful fingers while tempting lips drew hers towards them again and again. Her wedding photo smiled down from the bedside cabinet, and Jayla’s face smiled down at her from so much closer.

Linda didn’t do this kind of thing. Or rather…no one knew that she did.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Blonde hair hung in front of her face and Jayla pushed it back to gaze at her lover. Linda was perfect, and had been for as long as they had been friends, which had been since their senior year in college. The girls hit it off in a science class which had been full of men (including Linda's husband Alaric), that had been 6 or 7 years ago, and the women had been almost inseparable since. Going through their weddings, the pitfalls of marriage and family together, Linda and Jayla had clung to each other.

Until that one night, when Linda had shown up at her place and they'd shared a bottle of wine while Linda cried about Alaric being an asshole. He was too bossy, she'd shared sloppily and Jayla couldn't help herself when the comforting hug had turned into a kiss.

They'd tried to keep it down. Away. Not true.

Married women did not carry on like this. But Clark, Jayla's husband was constantly working, and she liked having Linda in her bed. Not that Clark noticed when he got home, falling in bed only to pull her close and grunt above her for a few minutes till he finished, rolled over and fell asleep with a sigh.

Not like Linda.
Her lover and best friend who was presently under her, grinding their bodies together, while Jayla slipped a hand between them to press the thin fabric of violet panties against wetness. Jayla pulled the now wet fingers away from the fabric and then let them dance over Linda's lips, dipping her head to kiss her while they both tasted her.

Fuck this was good.

When the breathless kiss finally broke, she smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind Linda's ear.

"How long do we have until he gets home?" She whispered softly, "I don't want to be here when he gets home. You know he doesn't like me much."

Fuck Alaric.
Well, she'd fuck his wife in the ways he couldn't. Which presently required her to drip kisses over a shoulder and neck that practically begged for it.

 

[Britwitch]

"How long do we have until he gets home? I don't want to be here when he gets home. You know he doesn't like me much."

"He's going to be gone all night," Linda's smile was radiant as she whispered back. "He's not due back until tomorrow night...we've got all night..."
She pushed herself up from the bed to kiss Jayla's graceful neck, pushing a little higher to reach the shell of her ear. "...I get you all night..." A playful nibble, small even teeth catching flesh and tugging gently.

A giggle was heard as she dropped back down onto the numerous pillows and looked up at the blonde above. Jayla was gorgeous. She had been stunning when they'd met but the years had honed that beauty into the breathtaking woman laying with her. Laying on her. She was more than just a pretty face though, with intelligent eyes and a laugh that could kill.

She had been the rock that had gotten Linda through so much. Not that Linda wasn't happy. She was. At least that's what she told herself.
She and Alaric had married almost straight out of college. He'd been her first real anything. He was clever and handsome, he was ridiculously sexy and confident and she'd fallen for him hard.

Sure he was a little bossy but he worked hard and he liked things to be a certain way. That was understandable, right? He knew the food he preferred to eat, knew she looked best with her hair long and that cutting it would be a waste, he knew lots of things. But even when he was at his bossiest, she loved him because love meant taking people entirely as they were, faults and all, didn't it?

Loving Jayla didn't lessen that. Linda was sure it didn't. It just meant she could love differently.

"Now...no more talking..." Linda's voice suddenly lowered in tone as she pushed up again, kissing along a collarbone and dipping lower to the swell of a breast. "We can talk in the morning...now, I think there are far more fun things we can do with our mouths..." Brown eyes glinted with mischief as full lips captured a pale pink nipple and fingers threaded through blonde hair, tugging her friend, her lover, as close as could be.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

The two women wove their bodies around each other, fingers in hair, against lips, legs around hips that drove knees and thighs against wetness. One hand pulled aside panties to slip and slide beneath the fabric, coating fingers that were shared between them.

The bed was a mess. The house was a mess.

Jayla gave not one fuck for any of it. All that mattered was the moans of the one wrapped around her fingers. She loved fucking Linda, and over the past few months, they had been together as much as they could, in the afternoon when the men were at work, at night when the men went bowling, but always, always at Jayla's.

Never at Linda's.
Jayla was relatively sure that Linda was a little afraid of Alaric finding them. And if she was honest with herself, she was too.

But none of it mattered. Not now anyway. The two of them fucking filled the room with moans, sighs, and the sounds of women wanting, always more still.

And it was fucking good.

 

[Britwitch]

Linda writhed upon her bed. Back arcing up towards the ceiling, hips tilted and rocking against the hand thrusting between parted thighs. Rapidly losing herself in the pleasure Jayla was expertly smothering her with. It was always like this. Always with such ease that they came together.

Linda bit her lip and closed her eyes, whining as fingers teased and pushed her that little bit higher. Her own fingers unable to stop touching the skin of her lover, stroking across shoulders, holding a breast, stroking and toying with a hard nipple.

She had found she was living for their stolen hours, their secret meetings. For their trips to the mall which turned into sessions of kissing and groping and giggling like teenagers in the backseat of Jayla's car. She caught herself, more than once now, thinking of Jayla when she was alone and in need of release.

She kissed her friend deeply, sighing into her mouth, her own hand straying down below her waist to trail across dampened underwear before pushing underneath it, between sodden silken folds and deeper. Until she felt her finger surrounded by heat and wet and Jayla's movements faltered ever so slightly.

"Oh I want you...I want you so badly..." Linda murmured throatily, pulling back enough to allow their eyes to meet, time for hers to flit across Jayla's flushed features. Before pulling them back together and pushing her hand closer, finger deeper, lips kissing as if there might be no tomorrow.

It was always like this.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

The sheets stuck to their sweaty bodies while the women called upon the gods to deliver them white knuckled, heaving breast, pounding heart orgasms. Jayla loved fucking this woman, she adored her best friend. She died again, again and again in the arms of her beloved.

She was married.
But her ring wasn't on. Her husband lay forgotten like the detritus of her clothing that littered the stairs up to this room.

The only thing that mattered was those lips, those parted pink lips that plead for more, that met hers with abandon, that danced over her skin bringing breathless moans from deep within her belly and she only craved more. Those lips mattered. And so did these parted thighs, and the altar with which Jayla worshiped with her tongue, her fingers, the toys that bounced and littered the bed around them.

"Linda."
A word that became like a siren song, enticing her closer still until she was sure that the both of them were one needy creature, one breathless beating heart, one wet fucking intertwined mess that was shared between lips and lips and tongues and dipping fingers that never seemed to stop.

This is how it was meant to be.


Who needed men?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Fucking snow.

A business trip that was supposed to last three nights, and result in the acquisition of a huge new account, was instead lasting a night and a half, and things were still up in the air. As if that wasn't bad enough, the approaching storm meant that he had not one, but two connecting flights to get him around the storm so he was not stranded for days on end. A non-stop flight of eight hours, through a series of terse conversations and upset phone calls, had turned into trip home of nearly 20 hours.

But he managed to grab some sleep, and on his last layover even managed to find a cheap motel room close enough to the airport that he grabbed a quick shower and shave, and by the time he was on the last leg of the trip he felt much more like a real person again. The week hadn't gone as he'd expected, in virtually any way, but he was happy to be going home. It'd be a surprise for his wife, who wasn't expecting him for another night, but a pleasant one he thought. Between haggling with the airline and dealing with his own boss, he simply hadn't had the time to call her.

Well. He also didn't think it a good idea to call while that note of irritation was in his voice. She was, hopefully, having a good time while he was gone, out with friends or curled up on the couch with a movie and a glass of wine, and he didn't want to ruin that for her.

Pulling up into the driveway of their fine two-story house, Alaric smiled to himself when he saw lights burning in the house still. She was still awake. Thoughts of her body - fine and full breasts, the enticing swell of her hips, the way her hair felt caught up in his fist - helping to ease the remaining tension from his tall frame pulled his smile wider, and he glanced at himself in the rear view mirror.

Dark and perpetually messy hair, bright blue eyes, a bit of stubble he never seemed to be able to rid himself of. Long arms, nimble fingers, full lips. Light skin, his chest covered in a thatch of dark hair that ended in a small trail to his belt. He wore a suit - he'd not taken anything else, hadn't planned to need anything else - but the tie was loosened and the first button open.

Stepping out of the car, grabbing his suit case, making his way to the front door, the idea of slipping that tie across Linda's eyes caused him to flash a grin in the darkness.

Key in lock.

Twist.

Open.

Luggage dropped just inside the door - he cared fuck all what happened to it right now, far more interested instead in his wife and his bed. His mouth opened, he was just starting to call his wife, when his eyes found the stairs, found what littered them, and the sound died in his throat, a feeble Lll... that was shut off when his lips met again.

A grin took root, began to grow, and then faltered.

She's waiting up there for me, knowing what I'd-

She didn't know you were coming home today.

Then what is she-

Two bras.

The fuck was going on?

Brow creased, a realization budding in his mind that he tried mightily to ignore, he began to make his way slowly up the stairs, collecting clothes as he went.

And quickly he realized only some of what he held belonged to his wife.

 

[Britwitch]

It was a feeling more than anything. A feeling that something wasn't quite right.

"Jayla? Jayla, stop! I thought..." There was a beat. Silence apart from the thundering of her heart in her chest. "I thought I heard something...someone..."
There it was again. That soft subtle sound, then another. Feet, on the stairs.

Eyes widened in terror as she looked into her friend's face.
"You need to hide, I'll...I'll do what I can..."
There was no where to hide though. Just the wardrobe and it was into that Jayla dashed.

This would be ridiculous if it wasn't so scary. Linda scrambled across the bed, collecting toys and shoving them under the bed. The room was a mess, lingerie hung on the chair. She was a mess, in only her panties and her hair more than a little ruffled. There was no way he was going to believe it was just a case of bad bed head.

She jumped back into the middle of the bed and laid down, pulling the sheet up and over her. Trying to find a position that might look even vaguely natural. Mind racing at breakneck speed through excuses, through stories.

Jayla had stayed over, they'd had too much wine while watching a chick flick...

'...and her clothes just fell off and she decided to sleep in here with me...with her hands in my...'

Yeah, that wouldn't work.

Footsteps grew more obvious and as they halted outside the door she forced herself to stay calm. Eyes stealing to the wardrobe. Sending a silent and heartfelt apology to Jayla. Promising herself, promising them both it'd be ok.

Certain that it wouldn't.

Taking a deep breath as the door began to open, forcing what she hoped was a sleepy smile onto her face, hoping she didn't look as worried as she felt.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"Jayla? Jayla, stop! I thought... I thought I heard something...someone..."

Jayla heard it too.
No. It couldn't be. He wasn't home. Why would he be home?
Linda looked panicked. Jayla's heart raced.

"You need to hide, I'll...I'll do what I can..."

Jayla leapt out of the bed and scrambled into the wardrobe. Fuck.fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckHe was going to find her. He was going to tell her fucking husband and her marriage would end and then she'd just be another wannabe lesbian divorcee with an illogical hate for men.

She didn't hate men.
But she didn't like Alaric. All charm and good looks and dark vibes that hadn't interested her at all. He ruined her night with his wife and she hated him for it. And now he was going to ruin her life.
She might hate men now.

Jayla heard the door creak open and she stopped breathing and pushed herself deeper into the wardrobe, hoping that she'd fall out the back and be in some magical land where she wasn't wearing just her panties, where her best friend wasn't quivering with fear on the bed as her husband approached and where Jayla didn't have to deal with any husbands.

When she felt the wall behind her, she knew she was fucked.
Literally.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Top of the stairs, and there was a break, an expanse of bare carpet unhidden by discarded clothes. By the time he reached the second floor, he'd given up his resistance to the acceptance of what he was about to discover, and instead was trying to make sense of it.

Had he ever caught her looking at other women?

A random comment about this actress or that singer being cute, but...

Bend at the knees, scoop up the last piece of clothing. Alaric's eyes focused on the closed bedroom door, bright and white in the light of the hall, and behind it his wife and...

The thoughts, questions, assumed answered, the connections, all of it came quicker now.

Was she a lesbian?
Did it mean that she wasn't even attracted to him?
How did she fool him so completely?
How long had this been going on?
Who was in there was it her first was it her girlfriend how fucking embarrassing was it going to be when other people found out whatthehellwasheabouttofindwhenheopenedthedoor?

And then he was there, unable to walk forward anymore without walking face first into the door. It wasn't an unappealing thought.

From one hand dangled two bras, one of a slightly smaller size than the other, cups nestled together like spoons in a drawer. One he recognized, the other new. Foreign. Various pieces of clothing were pilled in his arms, pants, tops, even an earring...

No panties.

He needed to open the door, to have it all revealed to him, to start down this new path that his life had suddenly found itself on.

He had no desire to open that goddamned door and set foot on that path.

He loved her. This sucked.

But it was done. Rustling on the other side of the door, the creek of bare feet moving across the floor. He knew they were in there, and they knew he was here.

Briefly he wondered, the part of his brain that was a mocking fucking asshole always going, if he just stood here and waited how long it would take them to come out. Clearly they wouldn't be dressed when it happened!

But no.

Chin up. Deep breath. Fuck this shit. Go.

Empty hand filled with door knob, turning, the latch going free of the frame, and instead of walking through the door he simply pushed it open and remained where he stood.

"Li-"

Again her name caught in his throat, vanished into the air, but this time from the surprise of finding her alone. The bed was a mess, the sheet fully pulled up and exposing the mattress in one corner, and she didn't look any better.

He knew looking at her that she was not asleep. Her eyes shown bright, not clouded with the sleepy haze as they did when she woke.

So where...? It gave him a moment of doubt, until

Don't forget you're holding another woman's clothes in your hands.

Game over.

"Where is she, Linda?"

As if anticipating what her question would be, Where is who, dear?, he dropped the clothes into a pile at his feet and took one bra in each hand, holding them up in front of him and letting them sway freely.

"Where is she?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Where is she, Linda?"

She was about to open her mouth and say the line that came out of every cliched version of this scenario, asking who he meant when he saved her the trouble and repeated himself.

"Where is she?"

Her bra.

Jayla's bra.

Dangling from hands, swinging slowly back and forth.

"It's not what you think," She began, sitting up and clutching the sheet around her almost as some strange form of protection. She stopped and hung her head for a moment. "Alright, it might be exactly what you think...but not how!"

She looked back up and met those brilliant blue eyes staring back. They were tired and angry, but they were also more than a little sad and hurt and Linda felt a sharp pang of guilt. This was wrong. This should never have happened. She was married. He was her husband. She loved him.

But she loved Jayla too. Oh Jesus, what a mess...

She pulled herself up onto her knees, pleading almost.
"Just, listen," She wet her lips. "Just promise you'll listen and I'll explain everything. I promise."

She patted the bed beside her.
"Please darling, just...come and sit down and let me explain. I want you to know the truth and I need you to know how much I love you." She insisted. Her voice developed that tone, that one edged with desperation that came out every now and then. The one she found herself using when Alaric wasn't listening to her, when she felt as if her opinion didn't quite factor into things.

"Let's just stay calm and I'll tell you all about it and then we can all sit down and talk about this like adults." Linda's voice was trembling. Her whole body was trembling. And through it all she fought against every desire to look at the wardrobe. Doing so would give Jayla away in an instant and she wouldn't be responsible for that.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"Where is she, Linda?"

Alaric. That tone. Full of anger and hurt, and for an instant she almost felt bad for him.

"Where is she?"

Jayla wished she could see what was happening. Wished she could hold her lover and make this all better. To kiss it away. To tell Alaric to hit the road.

"It's not what you think. Alright, it might be exactly what you think...but not how!"

Linda sounded shrill, like she was trying to convince him and her to stay calm. Jayla was barely breathing as she listened.

"Just, listen. Just promise you'll listen and I'll explain everything. I promise."

What the hell was she going explain? Oh, hey Alaric, I'm fucking my best friend because I love her and you're an obnoxious twit who gets bossy and can't always fulfill my needs. Your penis isn't a battering ram.

"Please darling, just...come and sit down and let me explain. I want you to know the truth and I need you to know how much I love you."

Linda was sounding more desperate with every passing second. She wished her best friend would just breathe and part her legs. Jayla always found that distracting.. Alaric would too.

"Let's just stay calm and I'll tell you all about it and then we can all sit down and talk about this like adults."

Yes, because Alaric is capable of adult thought.
Jayla snickered.
An audible sound.

She covered her mouth and hoped like hell that it hadn't been heard. Please dear God, if you fucking exist, please let that have not been heard. Please. Please.. fuck please.

Jayla breathed softly and crossed her arms over her chest, and tried to square her shoulders, even if she was trembling. If she was going to be discovered by Alaric, she wasn't going to cower in the corner.

Fuck. Him.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Linda was upset, clearly, but it didn't quite mirror what he felt coursing through his own veins. Anger, red and hot, flowed through him. Like a single dark cloud hiding the sun but rimmed with the light blazing behind it, it was flavored with pain. Yes, he was upset. But it was anger on the rocks, with a painful twist.

Would it be worse if it was another man, instead of a woman? He wasn't even sure, right now. There'd be time for hypothetical later.

Linda, kneeling on the bed, sheet covering her nakedness, was clearly upset as well, but there was something different he saw in her eyes. She's upset because you caught her. And maybe because she didn't want to hurt him, too? If she was a lesbian, he could perhaps understand being fooled by that. But could she also fool him, all this time, into thinking that she cared when she really didn't? He doubted that.

Still, there she was.

He sighed, heavily, and let each garment fall from his hands to join the pile at his feet. He was about to come into the room fully, step through the doorway and further down this path he did not want, when he realized what she'd said.

We can all sit down and talk about this.

All.

Not both.

Not us.

All.

The group.

They.

It was gasoline thrown onto the fire inside him, and now he did step into the room, his jaw clenched, eyes blazing as they fixed intently on her.

He crossed quickly to her, tore the sheet out of her hand, grabbed her by the arms and pulled her close to him, shouting into her face, "How could you do this to me? How could you fucking do this, Linda? Has it all been fake? Everything? Where are you hiding her, Linda?"

He'd started to shake her, his fingers were digging into the flesh of her arms, leaving red half moons on her light skin. Alaric was lost to his anger, and knew he had to get out of the situation before he did something he'd forever regret. This was a bad situation, but it could quickly be made so much worse with a single, rash action. And that was not-

None of this actually happened, though it was what he saw happening in his head. And were it not for the sound to his right that stopped him in his tracks, it may've been exactly what happened.

Instead, he was stopped cold, halfway between the open doorway and the bed where his wife hid behind a sheet a body he'd seen and touched countless times. Another sign that things had changed.

His head turned in the direction of the sound, but his eyes remained fixed on her until they could do so no longer, and instead they found the wardrobe.

Of course she hid in there in a panic.

His attention returned to Linda, and he extended his arm, extended his finger, pointing it at her, his eyes narrowed.

Don't say a fucking word that look said.

His message delivered, he changed intended destinations and crossed to the wardrobe, pulling it open quickly.

Jayla.

The tension drained from his face.

Her best goddamned friend. He shouldn't have seen it coming, there was never a point where he saw a glance or touch between them and wondered if there was something more behind it, but he also knew it meant it was not a fling.

Alaric's anger changed, and through it he didn't even take notice of Jayla's nakedness, matching that of his wife but completely uncovered. It was her arm, instead, that he took within his grasp, and instead of shaking he pulled. A firm grip, quick steps, and he threw her on the bed. Threw her at the woman he loved, disheveled by the desires of her best friend.

In the corner, facing the bed, an armchair stood waiting to catch his frame as he fell into it. His fingers worked loose the knot in his tie, letting each end hand down, framing the buttons on his shift.

"You want to fuck me wife, Jayla? Then fuck her."

He waved at them with the back of his hand, looking almost as if he was shooing away a fly.

"Go on. Fuck her."

 

[Britwitch]

Linda shrank back slightly as he stepped into the room. Fury building behind those eyes, turning them icier in hue with each step.

She even went so far as to start to lift a hand up before her as if in defence when he stopped. He turned his head slowly towards the wardrobe and she found herself battling against letting out a loud cry.

His hand rose, silently ordering her to stay put and stay quiet. Biting her lip and brow furrowing she sank down onto her heels slightly. Wincing as he moved to rapidly pull open the wardrobe, stared and then extracted Jayla less than carefully.

Her friend hit the bed heavily and Linda immediately reached down to help brush blonde hair back from her face. Sheet slipping down to her knees, revealing her bare torso. Looking up as Alaric moved, but instead of coming closer he backed away and sank into the chair.

"You want to fuck me wife, Jayla? Then fuck her."

Linda's cheeks burned as she helped Jayla up from where she'd landed.

"Go on. Fuck her."

"Darling, please." Linda began. "Don't be like that. This. This wasn't done intentionally."

Linda kept a hand on Jayla's among the ruffled sheets. She wanted to go to him. To try and placate him, make him understand this wasn't malicious. That hurting him had been the last thing on her mind.

Truth be told, he'd been the last thing on her mind when it happened.

But she didn't want to leave her friend, couldn't leave her. Not now.

She glanced from his furious face to that of her lover. Jayla didn't look best pleased either.

"Let's just stay calm and talk about this..."

 

[Miss_Vivi]

The door to the wardrobe was opened and Jayla could see the realization on his face as he realized that it was her, fucking his wife, that he hadn't known, and that it wasn't just a tryst.

The last one hurt him the most, Jayla could tell. He crumpled a little and if he hadn't reached for her, curling one strong hand around her upper arm roughly, Jayla might have felt sorry for him. Might have, but he touched her and before she could recoil, he'd sent her flying across the room where she landed against the bed, bent over it slightly, and breathing roughly.

Linda's hand curled around hers under the blankets as she helped Jayla pick herself up.

"You want to fuck me wife, Jayla? Then fuck her."

Jayla was stunned, did he...?

"Go on. Fuck her."

Linda was almost immediate in her reply, "Darling, please." Linda began. "Don't be like that. This. This wasn't done intentionally." Jayla watched her lover's eyes dance between her and her husband with panic.

But Alaric's words were sinking in and his tone, that dismissive fucking tone of a jilted man sinking in. Anger boiling and flooding her veins. She heard Linda ask for calm and patience and for them to talk about this, and that's when Jayla lost it.

She laughed at them. At him. At this. It was a broken jeering kind of laughter that was neither fun nor pregnant with mirth. She turned and laughed at Alaric. In his stunned and hurt face.

"Fuck you Alaric. Don't be angry because I'm fucking your wife like you never could," she leered at him, crossing her arms, "Want to watch?"

She turned and climbed on the bed.

"Because I can do more to her with two fucking fingers than you can with your entire body."

She pushed Linda down on the bed, and pulled her legs around her.

"Want me to show you how it's done, Alaric? How to make your wife cry when she cums because her body is shaking so hard that she can't stop and one orgasm turns into five?"

Her voice was quiet, but full of hatred. Linda stared at her with fear and lust and she tried to smile at her lover, but she couldn't. Not right now.

"For instance, Alaric, did you know that your wife has a point... right here," Jayla pressed her fingers gently against Linda's still wet panties and twisted slightly, finding the spot where her lover always arched her back, and it always sent thrills down her spine when it happened.

It didn't fail either. Linda arched against her touch even though she probably didn't want to.

"Did you know, Alaric," her words were lower now, quiet even, "that when you fuck your wife, she's thinking of me?"

Another press, twist and resulting arch and moan. Fuck him.

 

[Britwitch]

"Fuck you Alaric."
Linda knew Jayla wouldn't be calm, she just wouldn't. Linda could hope but she knew Jayla wasn't the biggest fan of her husband, at the best of times, never mind in a situation like this.
"Don't be angry because I'm fucking your wife like you never could...want to watch?"

Linda's eyes flashed to her friend. She wasn't serious, surely. It was just the anger talking.
"Because I can do more to her with two fucking fingers than you can with your entire body."
She felt her back meet the mattress and Jayla pulled her close, all with surprising ease.
"Jayla?" Linda's voice was quiet, almost more nervous than when she'd spoken to Alaric.

"Want me to show you how it's done, Alaric? How to make your wife cry when she cums because her body is shaking so hard that she can't stop and one orgasm turns into five?"
Linda's face glowed pink with embarassment but she wasn't sure why. The fact that it was true? That Jayla seemed to be able to push and guide her body to places she didn't even know existed before they'd become more than just friends. Or that this knowledge was being shared with her husband?

She looked up from the sheets, confused and excited and scared all at the same time. Jayly looked determined and focused. It frightened Linda a little, she'd never really seen that look on her friend's face and certainly never directed at her.

"For instance, Alaric, did you know that your wife has a point... right here,"
Before Linda could even think of asking her friend to reconsider what she was doing she lost the power of speech. Her back arced up, leaving the sheets and pushing bare breasts towards the ceiling. A moan leaving her lips despite her best efforts to stop it. It was literally like a switch being flicked.

"Did you know, Alaric, that when you fuck your wife, she's thinking of me?"
Another touch. Another arcing of spine. Another wanton little noise.

As Linda collapsed gently back down she looked over to Alaric, where he sat with a dark expression in the corner. She felt bad for him, she did. She hadn't wanted him to find out like this, not for a moment. But she couldn't bring herself to apologise.

Not in that moment.

Not when she could still feel the pressure of Jayla's fingers lightly against her. When her clit was still tingling and that now familiar ache starting to burn once again inside her. She should tell her friend to get off her, to let the inevitable conversation - the fight - commence.

She should.

She really should.

"Please Jayla..." came the quiet little plea. But asking to stop or asking to continue. That wasn't entirely clear. Least of all to Linda herself.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Blue eyes narrowed.

Fucking cunt.

Alaric wasn't even sure he was crushed anymore at this point. Now it was just seething, pulsing anger that surged through him.

Linda was, apparently, a lesbian. A writhing, moaning lesbian under her best friend's touch.

Jayla, also married, was as well it seemed. And a bitch on top of it. They'd always had a cool relationship at best, but this was just...

Spiteful, he thought as he watched her.

But if that's the way it would be, then it's the way it would be. His eyes met with Linda's as she looked over at him, and he snorted derisively. Leaning forward, elbows rested on knees, tie dangling between parted legs, he watched them.

Lips split, and he licked them. His mouth was dry, all the moisture fled to his palms, his chest, his forehead. The room felt impossible hot, the thick like syrup. But there was no sweetness here now.

"You can do better than that, Jayla." His words came out strong and clear, which was no small surprise given that his throat felt like the Gobi right now. "You've been fucking my wife for a while now, haven't you? Show me what you've learned besides that little fucking button between her legs."

His hands clasped, tongue dragging across his lips again, and he fell silent. Watching. Devoid of plans at this point. Nothing played out in his head. No shaking, no yelling, no pleas or demands. Words did not hit his brain before they spilled out now.

This was living in the moment at it's most raw.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"Please Jayla..." Beneath her touch Linda pleaded with her for something, either to continue or stop, Jayla realized that it wasn't fair to Linda for her to be used as a pawn.

Even if she noticed that her lover was dripping wet.

"You can do better than that, Jayla. You've been fucking my wife for a while now, haven't you? Show me what you've learned besides that little fucking button between her legs."

There was force in his voice, resignation too. Jayla imagined how easy it would be for her to slip two fingers inside her lover and fuck her while her husband watched on, growing steadily in his anger while she made Linda into her little whore, her slut, her toy and he was tossed to the side like the yesterday's news.

Teeth sunk into her lower lip followed by a very ragged intake of breath, while she contemplated them both. Fuck this noise.

"Get out Alaric." Her words were low. Dangerous.

"I'm not going to fuck your wife in front of you. I'm not going to whore her for you. Either do it yourself, or get the fuck out. I'm not your toy or plaything. Get out until you can be a real man."

She wasn't playing, she twisted her fingers again, causing another sigh, moan and whimper through the body of her lover, while she met the eyes of the man who was bound to the body she was flooding with pleasure.

"Get out Alaric. Now."

 

[Britwitch]

"You can do better than that, Jayla. You've been fucking my wife for a while now, haven't you? Show me what you've learned besides that little fucking button between her legs."

Linda was tempted to say he'd been doing it even longer and she wasn't sure he'd learnt much more besides that anyway. She turned away from his sneering expression to the beautiful face above her, the delicate features twisted into something angry and dark.

"Get out Alaric."
Linda felt her eyes widen in disbelief. Head shaking slightly. Oh this wouldn't end well.

"I'm not going to fuck your wife in front of you. I'm not going to whore her for you. Either do it yourself, or get the fuck out. I'm not your toy or plaything. Get out until you can be a real man."
Linda wanted to speak up. To say neither was she but with a subtle twist of her fingers, Jayla had her eyes closed and mouth open. Back lifting once more from the sheets and hands spread wide. Fingers winding into the cotton beneath her.

"Get out Alaric. Now."

Linda knew she should move away from Jayla, and close her legs. Tell Alaric that she was sorry but that this had happened largely by accident but that it had happened and was something they should deal with, sensibly. Before anything else, they should get dressed and get out of the bedroom.

She knew all of these things and yet her voice, usually so sensible and smooth, abandoned her. Instead mutinying with a wanton groan and a hoarsely whispered,
"...dear God..." As her lover's touch sent shocks racing through her body.

Finally she found she could move. A hand moving to catch hold of Jayla's wrist in an attempt to stop any more tormenting touches before she was ready. Head turning to the side, to look into the face of the man she'd sworn to spend her life with.

"I'm sorry..." It wasn't enough. But it was a start. Hopefully it would cut through the angry cloud that was hovering over him and let him see that what he was asking from Jayla was more than slightly inappropriate and that it wouldn't help matters. At all.

He was angry, understandably, and everybody did stupid things when they were angry. But she could sense he wasn't the only angry one in the room. Jayla was fast approaching fury herself. It was like being trapped between two approaching storms and that was a very dangerous place to be in.