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and taking his upper lip in a
nipping bite.
    Brooke’s fingers came to the buttons on his chest,
flicking them open with quick and greedy pops. As the last one
opened, she grabbed his collar and pulled the fabric from his
torso.
    His shirt gone, she began to work his pants. She
smacked his thigh, prompting him to lift his legs from the sofa so
she could pull his pants free in a few hard yanks. Every motion was
like a taunting dare, freeing Peter, toying with him, prompting him
to strike.
    As he settled back to the sofa, Eva saw the light
from the fire reveal the muscles and motions of the body she knew
so well. A wet craving dripped through her as she tried to keep
herself still on the cushion. It took everything to keep her from
crawling to them, begging to taste some of their lust.
    Eva was about to move when Brooke stood and began to
pull at the zippers along the sides of her dress. As the final
zipper teeth released, her dress opened at her back and breasts,
flaying apart like the mouth of a snake. Bloomed wide, it began to
slide down her body and, with every inch it fell, revealed a glossy
red under bust corset. After it slid past her gently curving hips
to drop on the floor, Brooke stood with nothing but the shiny red
corset, nearly matching the strip of soft auburn hair on the mound
above her full and glistening lips.
    Another wave of thirst coursed through Eva’s every
vein. Some distant part of her mind, outside the fantasy,
unsplashed by her rising lust, realized Brooke must have been
thorough in her planning for tonight. In a moment it meant the
world to Eva, amazed her, and brought on a daze of nerves. If it
wasn’t so evident Brooke cared for her, Eva would worry at the
influence Brooke was exerting at the core of her life. It was
another beacon drifting past, showing Brooke had left the realm of
girlfriend or fuckbuddy to become something more. Then she could
not think on it more as Brooke sank back to her knees between
Peter’s legs and took him into her mouth.
    His head fell to the back of the sofa and a sound of
agony and pleasure growled from his mouth. Eva always loved when he
let go enough to groan and moan and scream and cry out. Usually,
there was a little hitch, a little reserve even as he lent voice to
his enjoyment. Not now. Now, every reserve was gone and everything
he had was sounding out as Brooke closed her lips around his cock
and dove down on him.
    In a moment, Eva saw herself with Peter, what she
must look like working to please the man she loved so much. This
must be what it’s like to witness her own mouth on him, her black
hair swinging back and forth like Brooke’s shimmering red hair was
now, her face dropping and rising as she went down and came up on
his slick cock. She heard the same vulgar sounds as Brooke’s lips
slipped along his wet skin. Every slurp and wet smack brought a new
wetness between her thighs.
    Looking at Brooke’s mouth closed so snug to Peter’s
cock as she sucked, Eva could see her lipstick leaving another ring
around Peter’s cock at the final depth she was able to bring him
into her mouth and throat.
    The thought of her blowing him alone in this
apartment as Eva made her way over set an explosion off in her mind
and thoughts. They had all talked about being able to show each
other affection if one of the three were missing. In fact Eva and
Brooke had stolen kisses and fingering strokes while on a shopping
trip the week after Christmas. Peter had exploded inside Eva when
she whispered the details of her and Brooke’s lustful interludes
while he railed her in bed the following evening.
    But knowing Brooke had been so good to him, so
naughty but so perfect for the wifely role Eva asked her to play
made it impossible for Eva to hold herself back. She needed them
both, now.
    “Please,” Eva said, almost a sob. “Please let me be
with you.”
    Brooke slid down one last time, bringing Peter so far
into her mouth her nose brushed the tangle of hair at the base