Yara nodded, and pressed my face forward, her other hand holding me in place by the back of my neck. "Watch Brenda's pussy, Vi, watch how much you're doing for it. She's going to come for you…you're so good, Vi, you're going to make Brenda come so fucking hard."

I felt the wave of arousal from Yara's words. Her voice was a perfect balance of sweetness and seductiveness.

"Oh fuck, Vi, yes, like that…YES…" Brenda's eyebrows arched into a sharp V and her body twitched and shuddered. I'd seen Brenda come last night, but the feeling of being the one doing it to her made it that much more intense and sexy. Her cool, composed demeanor was replaced by someone completely overtaken by pleasure, at the mercy of the waves of feeling coursing through her body.

It was a hell of an ego trip to be able to do that to Brenda…and to know I had a weekend more of it to enjoy made me brain-meltingly wet at the prospect. As the waves passed, Yara let up the pressure, and I pulled myself back and took my fingers out of Brenda's pussy.

I stood up, my knees in pain from being crouched, but it was worth it after seeing Brenda come so hard.

"Good?" I said, kissing Brenda and looking at her dazzling eyes.

"God, yes…Vi, you are…something else." Brenda laughed.

Yara took both of my cheeks in her hands, "You're a real goddamn goddess, you know that, Vi?" She leaned forward and kissed me, my mouth and chin slick from Brenda's wetness, the smell of her sex filling my nostrils.

"Didn't know I had it in me…" I said.

Brenda held me by the back of the head. "Oh, we definitely know you have it in you." She pulled me forward and kissed me, tasting Yara's tongue and her own slick on me. "Speaking of which, let's bid everyone a farewell, and I'll let Wendy know we have our weekend planned out for us."

PART TWO

Wendy

17

“Now that we have all the paperwork out of the way and you know what you’re in for…” I said, walking Vi into the kitchen. “Seltzer? Soda? I’d suggest beer, but you’re going to want to be clear-headed for all of this. But everything else in our kitchen is open to you." I said, pulling a seltzer for myself out of the fridge. I held up a bottle of my wife's favorite sparkling water and looked back at Vi, who was leaning on the kitchen island with her elbow.

She looked up at me, her bright eyes flitting over me briefly. "What does Brenda drink?" Vi said with a hint of naughtiness in her eyes.

"That's the water she usually gets."