Vi smiled, that grin that was so mischievous and adorable at the same time. She moved my hand to her face and slid two of my fingers into her mouth, her tongue rolling around them as she cleaned her juices off of them, savoring it.

“I taste so sweet on your fingers, Wendy…” she said as she kept licking.

Brenda appeared down the stairs in a towel and her bathrobe, her wet hair soaking it. She smiled as she saw Vi and me together. I smiled back at her, in wonder at the seeming limitless well of sexual energy Vi had access to.

“You did not already make her come again, did you, Wendy?”

I laughed. “She’s insatiable, Bren, I don’t know what we’re going to do with her.”

Brenda raised an eyebrow. “Well I have quite a few ideas.”

"OK, yellow light…I know this isn’t a…scene or whatever, but…” I said, raising my hand, "if we get into this before we eat dinner, one of us is going to pass out, and not in the sexy way, in the 'call an ambulance' way."

Vi and Brenda had already embraced each other tightly. They seemed to groan simultaneously.

"Do we have to eat now, Wendy…" Brenda said.

"You need your strength, Vi. It's not even dark yet…" I grinned, knowing I was pressing my luck.

Vi pouted.

"You two are so fucking cute. But, yes, I'm going to be the voice of reason and tell you both that one cannot survive on pussy alone, no matter how hard we may want to try." I smiled.

Vi groaned again, but I knew she knew it was the right idea.

We went out to dinner, to a fancy place with a handwritten menu that made Vi gasp at nearly every course. It was nice to treat someone, both in the bedroom and out. We didn't talk about sex, or BDSM, or any of that. I knew it was the calm before the storm again, but it made me feel good that the three of us could move between calm and storm so easily.

23

"How'd she know my size so well?" Vi said, sliding into the red latex shorts Brenda had secretly laid out for her while Vi and I were eating breakfast.

Last night hadn’t ended with sex, actually, despite all of us seeming to want it. Instead, we just enjoyed each other’s company, talking and watching a movie while Vi mostly cuddled with me. OK, she played with my tits a little bit and I went down on her briefly, but, compared to how wholeheartedly we had been going into things all weekend, the night after dinner was refreshingly restrained.

But it was late morning, and as we enjoyed our breakfast, the tension grew again, and very soon the three of us couldn’t keep it contained any longer.