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“Mike, can you believe what happened to Carlita and John?” Rochelle questioned staring out the kitchen window while washing the items she used to prepare her dishes for Christmas. Through the panes, she took note of the setting sun in the gray winter horizon and watched her female neighbor place boxes on the curb for the trash man who would come the day after Christmas. “No, baby doll, I sure can’t. I’m just as shocked now as I was two months ago when it happened.” Mike, her husband, called from the living room on the other side of the kitchen bar. Looking over her shoulder, Rochelle stared at the man she loved. She and Mike had been married for five years. They were lovers and best friends. She couldn’t imagine him treating her the way John had done Carlita. “She’s over there lugging boxes to the curb by herself.” “What?” Mike, who had been watching the reports on ESPN, glanced at her. “Damn, it’s Christmas Eve. You mean he’s not over there helping her, knowing the house will be on the market next week?” He stood. Turning back toward the window to make sure she was correct, she scanned the street. But, her neighbor's car was parked on the street and the garage door stood wide open. It was plain there wasn’t another car in sight. “Nope.” She felt the warmth of Mike’s body as he stood behind her looking for himself. “Shit.” His expletive was understandable. Mike always hated when men didn’t do what they were supposed to and take care of the women in their family, regardless of the situation. Rochelle pulled the plug at the bottom of the sink to drain the water then dried her hands and watched Mike. He left out of the kitchen and went down the back hall through the laundry room, the master bathroom and into their bedroom. The house they owned was built in the sixties and had a weird but endearing set up. The master bedroom had two entrances just like the kitchen. “I’ll be back,” Mike said, pulling on his coat, his scarf already secure around his neck as he turned up the hall. Stepping toward her, he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’re beautiful.” Smiling, she leaned into him, feeling the press of her nipples into his wide firm chest. “Thank you.” Raising her arm, she glided her fingers through his toffee brown hair loving how it curled around his ears. He’d lost his summer tan, but his skin still held a soft olive complexion from a Greek ancestor deep in his roots. “Dinner will be ready when you get back.” Lowering his hand to cup her ass, he said, “For being such a good boy, can I have pudding for dessert?” His hand squeezed her backside and sparks of excitement went off between her thighs. If she didn’t know her neighbor needed help, she would’ve taken him right there on the kitchen floor. “It depends what flavor you want.” Bending his head, he licked the side of her neck below her ear. “Chocolate always chocolate.” Grinding her awakened center against the front of his jeans, she discovered his hard length. She wasn’t the only one affected. “You got it.” He groaned. Gripping her butt now with both hands, his fingers moved around her ass. Locating her pussy opening, he rubbed it through her jeans. “You do want me to go next door and help, right?” “I’m not sure anymore.” She spread her thighs giving him better access. Smacking her on the ass, he set her away from him. “Nymph.” He chuckled. Her knees felt weak and her thighs were trembling. “Tease.” Pouting she told him, “This is the season for giving.” “And you’re going to get plenty tonight.” Mike strutted through the living room to the front door. Ogling the way his narrow hips and round backside fit into his jeans, she stifled the urge to chase him to the door. After he exited the house, she exhaled a breath hoping to relieve her sexual frustration. Crossing the tiled floor, she opened the refrigerator and began rifling around all the pots and ceramic dishes of her portion of the Christmas dinner at her mom’s house tomorrow. Locating the items she would need for their meal, she began her preparation. ***
“So, did you and Carlita get everything out of the house?” Rochelle lifted a spoonful of spicy Florentine soup toward her mouth. “Yup. The house is already empty and most of the boxes in the garage were things of John’s he was supposed to pick up. Guess he never got around to doing it.” Breaking his third garlic breadstick in half, Mike dipped it into his soup. “Too bad he couldn’t figure out a way to get around doing his secretary.” He eyed Rochelle as she tore a small piece from her second breadstick. He knew his wife was angry, hell, he was just as upset. As a health information management supervisor, he worked with women all day at the hospital, but he’d never even been tempted to cheat on Rochelle. His wife was a beautiful black woman with full lips, almond shaped eyes, jet-black hair and a body the same color as the caramel in a Milk Dud. “It’s so typical, it’s pathetic.” Light brown eyes filled with question met his across the four person wood table. “Can you believe that for years we met every Friday and played board games, but for the last six months he was cheating on Carlita?” “No, baby doll, I can’t.” Shaking his head, he ate his soup. “Bastard.” Reaching for her glass of wine she said, “Where are all the Dolly Parton, Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda’s of the world? Women need to stop being flattered because their boss is chasing them around the desk and start tying them up like in nine to five.” She drained her wineglass. He didn’t even attempt to contain his roar of laughter. Setting the glass back on the table, she looked at him as if he’d grown another head then smiled and wrinkled her little nose. “Did I go too far?” Reaching across the table, he grabbed her hand. “No, baby doll. You just get all sexy when you’re flustered because your feminist panties get in a bunch.” Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on his fingertips. “Glad to provide you a little humor.” Pushing his bowl away with his other hand, he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I’m looking forward to you providing a different type of entertainment now that my stomach is—” Ding. Dong. Ding. “Satisfied,” he finished as he glanced over his shoulder toward the door perturbed at being disturbed. It was Christmas Eve and the only thing he wanted was to spend it in their traditional fashion of food, wine, sex and more sex. Everything had already been late since he was helping his neighbor next door. Tomorrow both their families would surround them, so this night was always special because it was the two of them. Now someone was interrupting again. “Wonder who that is.” Standing up, he kissed her. She tasted of wine and spice as he dipped his tongue inside her mouth. Stepping back, he saw the darkening of her eyes. Rochelle was just as ready for sex as he was. “Maybe the deliveryman with our new bedroom swing.” He headed to the door. Grabbing the bowls from the table, she warned, “It better not be. You promised we would wait until Valentine’s Day for house changing new toys.” Putting his hands in the air in a surrender pose, he backed toward the front of the house. “I didn’t, I promise. But, a man can make a Christmas wish can’t he?” Ding. Dong. Ding. The chiming door cut off the conversation. Opening it, he didn’t expect to see Carlita. “Hey, Carlita, what’s up?” Bundled up tightly in a burgundy pea coat and matching hat covering her cinnamon colored hair, she gave him a stiff smile. Once again, he thought about the stupidity of John’s leaving such a beautiful woman. The sky was black behind her and snow had begun to fall. A rare event in Virginia, by morning there probably wouldn’t be any evidence that it had even happened. He allowed her to enter the house and closed the door sealing the cold outside. “I’m sorry to bother you guys again after you and Rochelle,” she began, her Puerto Rican heritage pronounced in her words making his wife’s name sound like an erotic caress on the other woman’s tongue. “But, my water pipe burst and has made my carpet soaked.”
Could anything else happen to this woman? “Ah, man, do you need me to go shut off the water?” “Hi, Carlita.” Rochelle walked up beside him. Her bow shaped lips pulled up into a smile at Rochelle. “Thank you, Rochelle, for sending Mike earlier.” The two women kissed on both cheeks. “You’re welcome.” “I called someone and they already turned the water off.” “Good,” Mike said. “I am through with this house. I left a message for John on his cell phone. He can pay someone to fix it so it can be sold.” “That’s right, girl,” Rochelle cheered Carlita’s decision. “Well, if you don’t mind, can I stay here tonight? The carpet is wet, and all I have is a sleeping bag for the floor since my stuff is on its way to New York to my family's house.” What? As if she heard him, Carlita nibbled on her bottom lip nervously. “My plane leaves in the morning.” “Of course you can,” Rochelle answered, her face filled with concern for the other woman. Well, no Christmas pussy for me. “Did you eat? Are you hungry?” Mike watched his wife lead the other woman deeper into their house. “Something to eat would be great. I was going to run out to pick up some fast food, but after all this…” Carlita’s voice drifted away as they went down the hall toward the guest bedroom. Picking up the remote, Mike turned on the television and sat down to watch the sports channel again. There were no football games until Christmas and no game for him tonight either.
2 Rochelle stretched in bed as she looked toward the clock. It was two in the morning, and she was in bed alone. Something that had never happened on Christmas Eve since she and Mike got married. They were always snuggled up together after having sex in various places around the house. At midnight, Carlita had finally turned in. After a kiss to her husband, Rochelle had told Mike she was going to take a nap. Mike had been a good sport. Her husband was just as disappointed as she was about not having sex. Getting up from the bed, she pulled on the red and green stripped panty set she’d purchased for tonight. She combed out her hair and slipped into the cheery red stilettos, Mike’s gift last Christmas Eve. Fucking her in heels was a fetish to him. If he’d fallen asleep, she had a few ideas of how to awaken him. Opening her bathroom door, she was thankful for the back hallway so she wouldn’t disturb Carlita. She and Mike would have to remember to keep it down, but she refused not to get her candy cane tonight. Tiptoeing past the washer and dryer, then into the kitchen she stopped as she saw Mike seated at the desk. He was leaned back in the high leather chair with one hand across the top of his head and the other one low on his abdomen. She could see that the top button of his jeans was undone and the head of his cock peeked out lying below his navel. Licking her lips, she couldn’t wait to taste him. Where she stood, Mike would have been able to see her if not for the intense gaze he held on the monitor. Moving closer she recognized the scene from one of their erotic movies from their collection. Now some black woman was sucking off a teninch white man. Most of their intimate DVD’s were interracial, reflecting their relationship. Unlike most women, it didn’t bother her that Mike was watching the movie. She just wished he had awakened her to watch it with him. Just like him, she found the movies erotic and even now, her sex was beginning to tingle and throb from the small amount she had viewed. However, she couldn’t fault Mike for trying to get a little pleasure, because tonight their traditional holiday plans had been thrown off, big time. But, she was going to rectify that situation. She hoped Carlita was sleep and in bed for the night. “Giving yourself a little holiday cheer without me?” she asked standing next to the monitor. His hot blue gaze touched her face, traveling the length of her body caressing her neck, breasts, belly, hips and thighs. His mouth stretched into a smile when he noticed the heels. Making eye contact with her again, he said, “You seemed so tired from all the wine you and Carlita drank I wasn’t sure if your nap would turn out to be an all-nighter.” The deep rumble of his voice was stroking her in places that already itched for his touch. The slap and groaning coming from the computer's speakers was aiding in her heightened arousal level. “Never that, sweetheart. I would be a basket case tomorrow if I didn’t get you tonight.” She kept her tone low, not wanting to take a chance on waking sleeping beauty. “Hmm.” Pushing the chair back from the monitor, giving her barely enough room, he commanded, “Let me see your outfit.” In between Mike and the computer, she licked her lips, making it an art form to caress her mouth from one corner to the other slowly. She didn’t miss the movement of his thumb stroking the crown of his cock. His hard erection completely covered his navel now. Her mouth ached with the desire to consume his hard length. Obeying Mike's words, she turned in a full circle allowing him to view the thong back with the small replica of mistletoe etched into the top material. Wiggling her hips mischievously, it didn’t take long before an open mouth kiss stilled her movements causing her to gasp. “Spread these sexy thighs.” Speech raspy, his hands traveled up the outside of her legs from knee to hip. Stepping wide, Rochelle knew what he wanted. Placing her hands flat on the desk, she arched her ass toward him. “Nice, baby doll, real nice.” Squeezing her backside, Mike ran his thumb under the band that was settled between her cheeks.
“I’m glad you li—” her words stuck in her throat when he brushed her puckered hole and swirled around it, just enough to make her press back toward him. “Later. Maybe,” he spoke with words that were hot and velvety sweet like a mug of cocoa. Face to screen, she watched two women fucking men, each woman riding a thick cock and crying out her pleasure. Mike shoved her panties aside. “Damn, baby doll, you’re drenched. I love a woman who can get turned on from sex movies.” Her giggle came out husky. “Then don’t make me wait.” And he didn’t. Mike devoured her orally. Tapping her clit repeatedly with the tip of his tongue, he circled and suckled the sensitive kernel into his mouth. Biting down hard on her lip, she controlled her moans. When her husband licked her between her plump full labia and traveled to the opening of her sex, her knees almost went out from under her. She gripped the desk harder. As she eyed the women thrashing and bucking against the men, she mimiced their actions as Mike’s tongue pushed and retreated inside of her. Heat crawled in her belly and her clit felt as if it would explode. Her heels tapped into the carpet as she threw her head back and climaxed. Mike groaned as he lapped up her cream. When her mind and body only held a low hum, she turned toward her husband. Kissing him she drank her fluid from his mouth, enjoying the heady scent and taste of her pleasure. Lowering to her knees, she continued to kiss him as her fingers danced along his hard staff underneath his jeans. He growled in her mouth when she unzipped his pants and took him into her hands. Separating from his mouth, she bent down and admired the soft steel strength of his cock. Watching her hand stroke him, she loved seeing their contrast of color, but knew they were very similar in everything else. Especially their adventurous appetite for sex. “Take me into those pretty full lips, baby doll, or I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” His bark was low but candid. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pressed her forward. Excited by his demanding arousal, she wrapped her lips around his plum-like crown. Licking the salt droplets from the tight little slip in the tip, she adored his flavor. “More, baby…more.” Sliding down, she filled her mouth with him. Eager to bring him the same level of satisfaction as he’d given her, she allowed him to fuck her mouth. Sucking and pumping his stiff dick, she catered to his need. When his cum coated her tongue and the back of her throat, she continued to stroke him allowing him to maintain a prominent erection. “Come here.” She gazed into his eyes and saw the sexual shine illuminating them. “Are you ready for round two?” she whispered. With Mike’s assistance, she threw her legs over the padded arms of the chair and straddled his penis. Swirling his crown around in her juices, he located the opening of her pussy and entered her gingerly. They both sighed loving the moment of becoming one. “No matter how many times I make love to you I look forward to the moment you enter my body.” Tugging the cups of her bra down, Mike captured her breasts. His thumb grazed her nipple bringing it to a distinct point as heat spiraled between her legs. Rotating her hips just right so her clit touched the wiry hair at the base of his cock elevated her arousal. “Beautiful,” he complimented her, captivated by the sway and bounce of her breasts as the lacy cups held them high. “Baby doll, I missed you while you were asleep.” A tiny giggle bubbled out of her mouth. “Missed me…or this?” She made small thrusting motions against him after every rise and fall along his iron length. Shaking against her, he captured one breast in his mouth sucking hard and stifled his growl.
Close to another orgasm, she buried her hands in his hair and held him to her loving the avid attention he was giving her. When he started to flip his tongue up and down across her nipple, the way he had down her clit her temperature rose rapidly. She was on fire from the inside out. She was going to come and come hard. If she didn’t control her cries, she would not only awaken Carlita but the entire street as well. With a moment of sanity, she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down hard as her world came apart. Swinging her hips with a jerky undulation her orgasm poured out of her. “You smell sweet. Let me taste,” Mike’s sensuous words whispered in her ear as his finger dipped into the heavy cream coating their sex. With hazy vision, she gazed into the blue eyes meeting hers as he placed his index finger into his mouth. “Chocolate just as I requested.” Leaning forward, she kissed his light rose tinted lips. Mike’s thickness still filled her to capacity wanting more playtime. Ready to oblige she used her thigh muscles once again to lift herself high on the tip then returned to her seated position. Up and down, she rode him. When a slight movement and gasp caught her attention, she turned her head. Shock and amazement, by the perfect circle of her thin raspberry lips Carlita stood silent at the opening of the hallway eyeing them. Rochelle wasn’t sure how long her friend lingered there, nether did she care. Down and up. “Do you like what you see, Carlita?” Rochelle inquired, never ceasing her pace as she rode Mike’s length slowly. Mike looked as well holding onto her hips guiding her movements. Regardless of the fact they weren’t used to people watching them, they didn’t miss a beat. “I was coming for water.” Carlita sounded breathless. “You two are like poetry.” Carlita sounded breathless as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “The way you touch and smile at each other. It’s beau-tiful.” Carlita’s voice cracked. “I don’t share my husband,” Rochelle declared. “No woman should have to,” Carlita confirmed. “That’s right, no woman should have to.” But Carlita’s husband had given himself to another woman without her permission. Rochelle ground her hips against Mike’s. He groaned and pinched her nipple. “But, tis the season…No one should be alone,” Mike avowed. “I am alone.” Carlita’s gaze wavered between the two of them snuggled close in the chair. The tears spilled over onto Carlita’s honey colored cheeks. “She gets my husband. She gets his touch. She gets—” Her passion, Rochelle thought. Rochelle had never been with a woman before, nor had she ever desired to be. She wasn’t even sure if what she was feeling for Carlita was lust, but something was stirring inside of her. The sadness in her neighbor’s eyes and voice touched her heart across the room. This woman had known hurt and pain this year and in that had lost a valuable part of herself. Carlita needed tenderness and to know that someone cared about her, cared about what she had lost. Stilling her hips, Rochelle clenched her sex around his thick shaft. “Come here, Carlita.” Watching the other woman move closer to them, Rochelle took note of the wonder filling Carlita’s gaze. “Are you sure about this, baby doll?” Mike questioned as if reading her mind. She and Mike had never entertained allowing anyone to join them either. Facing her husband, she said, “Yes. Are you okay with it?” If he said, no, Rochelle had no problem in sending their neighbor back into the guestroom. Mike was her everything, and she refused to jeopardize what they had for anyone.
Raising his hand, he stroked her cheek. “Do what you need to. She’s hurting.” Mike’s compassion always astounded her. It was one of the reasons she’d fallen head over heels for him when they met six years ago and married him a year later. Looking at Carlita, who stopped a little over an arm’s length away, she asked, “Have you ever been with a woman before?” Cinnamon waves cascaded around Carlita’s shoulders as she shook her head. “No,” she confirmed as she stood beside them looking like a nervous co-ed in her faded T-shirt and large sleeper shorts. Rochelle was relieved this would be a unique experience for both of them, one friend being there for another. “May I touch you?” Swallowing, Carlita nodded and took a step closer. Lifting her hand, Rochelle placed it against her warm smooth thigh. It was different from touching Mike, where he was hairy and hard, Carlita was smooth and soft. She didn’t know who was trembling more, her or Carlita. The room was quiet as they all observed her hand sliding up the wide leg blue and orange striped shorts and disappeared. Inch by inch they all waited breathless until the moment she touched the other woman’s sex. Unlike her own, Carlita’s sex was covered by hair. The heat radiating from Carlita’s pussy surrounded her hand as Rochelle slipped her finger between the swollen folds. Carlita was soaked. Carlita gasped. Mike squeezed Rochelle’s breast. Rochelle smiled. Meeting the hazel-eyed Puerto Rican beauty’s gaze Rochelle announced, “You’re extremely wet.” “Mike and you are very sensual.” Carlita’s accent became heavy as her arousal increased. It wasn’t hard to locate Carlita’s clit. It was just as pronounced as her accent. Rochelle fondled it. Her friend appeared confused for a moment, not sure whether to enjoy what was happening to her or not. Finally, Carlita’s eyes turned glassy and her mouth opened emitting little pants. Moving deeper, Rochelle used two fingers to stroke down Carlita’s slit and back up. The trembling in the other woman’s legs built to shaking. Afraid Carlita might collapse any moment, Rochelle withdrew her hand. “Carlita, sit on the couch.” “Good idea,” Carlita rapidly agreed then turned to the couch across the room. Whispering in her husband’s ear, Rochelle allowed him to assist her up off his lap. Mike adjusted his pants the best he could over his bulging erection then left the room. Rochelle didn’t bother with straightening her coverings. Mike enjoyed seeing her undergarments askew, and this night was still about satisfying her husband as it was about pleasuring her friend. She did use the few moments to turn off the movie on the computer. The erotic movie playtime was part of what she and Mike did together—no one else. She moved over to Carlita who sat like a church mouse in the center of the sofa, knees together and hands clasped. When she halted before Carlita, her husband wrapped his arm around her stomach and placed a small rectangular box in her hand. “Here you go, baby doll.” He planted a kiss on the side of her neck. Mike knew all of her sensitive spots. Rochelle turned her head and kissed him, allowing their passion for each other to take over for a second blocking everything else out. Mike’s hand moved from around her waist and dropped to her sex. He stroked her aching cunt. Both of them weren’t more aware of Carlita’s gaze being parallel to Rochelle’s fondled pussy until the moment the other woman’s tongue joined Mike between her legs. The kiss ended as both fingers and tongue swirled and flicked her clit, Rochelle looked down and her senses were inundated with euphoria by the unexpected visual of Carlita and Mike bringing her satisfaction. The climax rocked her core. Feeling buttery and lightheaded, Rochelle melted against her husband’s strong chest and took in gulps of air. She had expected to give Carlita gratification, not the other way around. Now that her friend had demonstrated her willingness to give as well as receive, Rochelle was more determined to give her pleasure.
3 Kneeling before Carlita, Rochelle instructed her, “Take off your shorts, Carlita.” Rochelle opened the package and pulled out the new toy. She had bought it for her and Mike’s New Year’s play, but she could get another one. Carlita needed it now. Carlita stepped out of her bottoms and kicked them to the side with a tentative grin. Cherishing the pretty smile, Rochelle allowed the corners of her own lips to curl up. However, as beautiful as Carlita’s mouth was, there would be no kissing for them. Her kisses were only for Mike, and Carlita would be able to bestow that treasured gift to the next man who appreciated her. Leaning forward, Rochelle lifted the nightshirt and exposed Carlita’s breasts. Bold mauve tinted nipples sat up unashamed. Using Carlita’s earlier example, she didn’t hesitate as she took her friend’s pert peak in her mouth. The cushion of the other woman’s pillow-like flesh pressed against her mouth was different but nice. Carlita’s enjoyment was evident in her small hands squeezing Rochelle’s shoulders as well as Carlita’s moans. Rochelle felt the heat of her husband as he settled behind her and kneaded her ass. After a few more tugs, Rochelle released Carlita, seeing the nipples were now shiny and dark purple from the increase in blood flow. Switching the eight inch midnight blue vibrator on low, Rochelle traced the underside of Carlita’s breasts then moved down her friend’s abdomen. She watched the naturally tanned skin quiver as she proceeded to Carlita’s legs. Grazing her thighs, Rochelle gently parted the woman’s thighs. Widening them, she was greeted by the sight of Carlita’s triangle shaped hair decorating her pussy. The lips were puffy folded back away from her clit and glistening. Rochelle’s own desire was elevated at the feel of her husband fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Pushing her ass against his erection, Rochelle showed her husband that she appreciated his attention. Turning the toy to the next level, she moved it down the center of Carlita’s thighs and laid it against her clit then dragged it up the other thigh and behind the knee. The knees must have been one of Carlita’s sensitive spots because she moaned as her leg bounced off the floor. “Like that do you?” Rochelle laughed as she brought the vibrator to the other knee. “Hmm.” Carlita widened her legs. The swollen, wet sex before Rochelle’s gaze was evidence of how turned on Carlita was. Bending forward, Rochelle lowered her head and could smell the heady musk of the other woman. She wondered if this was how she looked to Mike, except darker. A women’s aroused sex was a unique and interesting sight up close. No wonder her husband enjoyed burying his face between her legs. Remembering the things Mike did to her to bring her to ecstasy, Rochelle stuck her tongue out and dipped it inside the waiting pussy. Then she slipped it up her slick slit, between her plump lips and stroked Carlita’s clit. It wasn’t her own flavor, or Mike’s, but neither was it offensive. Just like Carlita’s hair coloring, her taste reminded her of warm cinnamon. A natural spicy. Feeling Mike’s tongue between her own legs, Rochelle mimicked her husband’s actions. They both swirled around a clit then sucked it. Mike tugged and sucked it deeper into his mouth, and she did the same to Carlita’s. Her legs were pressed wider as the stiff nub of her desire flicked and tapped rapidly. She repeated a similar action. As she undulated her hips against Mike’s face, Carlita bucked against her mouth and whimpered incoherent words in Spanish. When both she and Carlita were close to climax, Mike pulled back, then positioned his engorged cock at her cunt opening and waited. Leaning back, she picked up the vibrator from the couch beside her friend and mirrored Mike. While he plunged inside of her, burying himself deep in one smooth motion, she imitated him not stopping until the handcrafted balls were pressed against Carlita’s ass. They both screamed as Mike growled. Mike selected the rhythm and she matched his pace. In and out, they both went driving women to
lustful distraction. Just like her own, she could tell that her husband’s orgasm was upon him by the tight grip he held on her hips, pushing and pulling her to meet each hard thrust. The twinges along the canal of her sex let her know she too headed in the same direction. Making sure Carlita joined them, she switched the vibrator to high, held her friend’s hips firmly in place as she pulled the sexual device out so that only the top three inches were inside her friend. Rotating her wrist, making a sweeping side to side motion until Carlita’s head arched back and let her know she’d located her friend’s G-spot. Rochelle tilted it more firmly into the area. “Yes,” Carlita called out. “Harder, Mike,” Rochelle shouted. Her husband pounded into her, grunting and roaring his release. As Carlita’s hips bounced off the couch, she sobbed and climaxed. Rochelle screamed and bucked along Mike’s ramming cock as she collapsed onto Carlita’s supple stomach, paradise reached. “Su compasión me abruma mi amiga,” Carlita murmured. Rochelle didn’t understand much of Spanish, but she could comprehend her friend’s gracious intent by the gentle stroking Carlita did across her thick waves. “You’re welcome.” *** Christmas morning, Mike found himself right where he wanted, snuggled up next to his wife. Last night, both women had been too exhausted to move, so he had first carried Carlita to the guest bedroom then had gathered Rochelle in his arms and brought her sleeping form to their bed. At one point during the night he heard her use the restroom, brush her teeth, then crawl back in beside him pulling his arm back around her. Aroused by her scent and body, he began awakening her as he did every holiday. Gentle kisses until she woke up, followed by lovemaking. “Morning, handsome.” She purred as he placed light kisses around her nipple. “Hi, beautiful. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas to you.” Stretching her slender arms over her head, she rolled to her back. Giving her nipple a lick, he crawled up his wife’s luscious body until he was gazing down into her brown eyes still soft with sleep. “I love you, baby doll.” He settled his nude body against hers maintaining most of his weight on his forearms. “You care so deeply for people. Last night…” He shook his head. “I know.” She brushed her thumb across his lips. “John hurt her so bad. She needed tenderness.” “Someone to understand that everything had been stripped away from her…” The tip of his cock sat poised and ready at the entrance of her sweet pussy. “Even her passion.” Placing a kiss on the center of her forehead, he said, “You gave it back to her.” “Thank you for allowing me.” Arching her hips, Rochelle completed their connection, pushing him deep inside of her tight wet walls. Sighing, they both held each other tight and expressed their love for one another, in a way they loved, with slow gentle loving, whispering words of faith and promise. *** “Do you have everything?” Mike asked Carlita as she stood smiling at the front door. Beyond her shoulders, he was surprised to see that an inch of snow had stuck to the ground. He liked snow. It cleansed the air of harmful things. “Yes.” Carlita squeezed the overnight bag to her side. “Including my new blue friend.” She winked at them both. “Well, you take care of yourself.” Rochelle stepped forward and embraced her. The two women exchanged cheek kisses as always. Mike hugged their ex-neighbor. “You drive safe and call us tomorrow, so we know you got in safe.” Moving backward and standing on the other side of the threshold, Carlita said, “I will. My family is waiting for me in New York. Yesterday I was afraid of leaving my past not knowing what lay ahead
for me without John.” Carlita took a deep breath and let out a cloud of frost from her mouth as if cleansing her soul. “Now I am looking forward to it. I’m open to change.” “I’m happy for you,” he told her, placing his hands on Rochelle’s shoulders. “And I will always be thankful I had friends like you.” With one final look and a smile, Carlita turned in her pink Uggs and walked down the porch steps to her car loaded with suitcases. He and Rochelle waved to her as she pulled away then closed the door. Silence and the privacy of their home greeted them. “I am so tempted to have sex with you again, just so I can scream for every time I didn’t get to do it last night.” Rochelle rubbed her hands across the sweater covering his chest. Laughing, he stepped away from his beguiling wife. “Oh, no, baby doll, you’re not getting me fussed at by both our mothers because we were late for Christmas breakfast. We already have to get across the HR tunnel as it is. And with that little bit of snow people are going to be driving at ten miles per hour.” He grabbed their coats from the small closet next to the door. This morning he had already packed the car with their portion of dinner and presents. She pouted dramatically and stomped her foot. “You’re right. But you owe me big time tonight.” “You got it.” Helping her into her coat, he said, “I might even give you a hand job on the way home.” Opening the door, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. “You sure know how to sweet talk a woman on Christmas.” “Ho-ho-ho.”