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   BetweenHerLegs says -

   This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration
of sexual fantasy.  It it not intended to describe actual persons or
events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  Likewise,
this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or
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   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "Would They Dare?"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Jennifer and Steve sat across from each other at a little table in the
apartment they shared with Steve's wife Margaret.  Jennifer had been living
with them in a three-person love relationship for a couple of months now,
and everything had gone great until today.  Earlier today, Steve and she
had brought home another young woman to share with Margaret, but they
hadn't wait for Margaret before they got started with their sexual fun, and
Margaret had ended up storming out of the apartment, threatening to kick
Jennifer out in order to restore stability to the household.

   There were tears in Jennifer's blue eyes.  She truly loved the couple,
and in fact she was pretty sure she had formed the emotional attachment
before the other two had moved past the physical pleasure.  Jennifer was a
20 year-old college student.  Steve was her 30 year-old TA in the
department.  Margaret was his 26 year-old wife who worked at the school. 
And Jennifer was head-over-heels in love with them, and she knew that they
were very fond of her, as well.

   "What are we going to do, Steve?" she asked, looking into the man's grey
eyes.  She liked his boyish good looks and quiet confidence.  He was able
to seem strong without looking rough-edged.

   "I don't know," he said, taking a sip of a gin and tonic.  "I'm sure I
can convince her to let you stay, but it may take a little work."

   Jennifer nodded.  "I love you both so much," she said.  "I don't want to
leave."

   Steve took another, longer drink.  "I love you too, Jennifer."

   Her eyes locked on his.  It was the first time he had said it directly
to her without it being part of a group statement.  "You love me?" she
asked meekly, feeling like a little girl inside.

   "Yes, very much."

   Even as she realized how insane it was, given the circumstances,
Jennifer rose, and walked over to Steve.  She kissed him softly on the
lips. "Make love to me, Steve.  Just you and me."

   The man looked at the young blonde with her toned curves as she stood
there, staring at him longingly, wearing a pink baby doll nightgown and
white panties with red and pink hearts on them.  "I'd love to," he
responded, despite his better inclinations.  The two of them had never been
together without another girl.  He reached up, pulled her face down to his
and kissed her deeply.  "I'd love to," he repeated into her mouth.

   Jennifer straddled his lap as they continued kissing with him sitting in
the chair at the small table.  She rubbed her hands around his strong
chest, cooing as she felt one of his hands start to massage her ass and the
other to cup her breast and gently squeezing it.  She sucked on his upper
lip, then his lower lip, then his ear lobe, then the tip of his nose.  She
had already wanted him one-on-one, and the possibility of her being removed
from the family had made her feel this desire even more keenly.

   "How do you want it?" she asked, slipping her hands inside his shirt to
palm his nipples.  "Wild and passionate or sweet and romantic?"

   "First one," he said, lifting her and sitting her on the edge of the
table.  He moved to his knees and starting kissing her inner thighs
roughly, living bite marks and hickeys.  "Then the other," he finished,
running his tongue lightly over the visible moisture in the girl's panties.

   Jennifer lay back and squeezed her thighs around Steve's face as he
continued to alternate between savaging her thighs and sweetly teasing her
cloth-covered cunt.  She had her legs over his shoulders and was using them
to pull him in closer to her.  Soon he was munching actively on her
panties, and she was thrashing underneath him, rolling her hips from one
side to the other with his face still stuck in a soft vice grip between her
thighs.

   "Oh, Steve, please," she begged, reaching down and pulling her panties
to the side.  She had shaved just today so her mound was fresh and clean,
and Steve lapped at her silken flesh eagerly.  She began rubbing at her
clit while her other hand kept her panties out of the way and Steve sucked
gently on her mound.  Her whole body bucked underneath her when Steve took
her labia into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth widely
between them.

   "Oh, god, don't stop," she pleaded, and he didn't.  He maintained the
same wild tongue action; only he supplemented it with massaging motions
from his lips.  It was all she could do to keep rubbing at her clit, and
then when he reached a hand under her, inside her panties, and slipped a
finger into her tight asshole, Jennifer came hard, squirting all over his
forehead.

   "Take me now," the girl asked in a soft voice.  It was almost a command.
"Take me."

   His face red and covered with his own sweat and her love, Steve rose,
took her by the hand, and together they walked to the bedroom.  The bedroom
had a fairly new bed in it, one that was bought specifically so that the
three of them could all sleep in the same bed at night -- but it was not to
the bed that Steve led them.  Instead they walked over to a large whicker
rocking chair.  He began to undress.

   "My wife was nursed in this rocking chair as a baby," he said, "and
she's always wanted to make love in this chair, and I've always found the
idea very erotic.  But we've never gotten around to it.  I'd like to get
around to it with you tonight."

   Simultaneously stunned and enchanted, Jennifer got out of her baby doll
and panties as quickly as she could, watching impatiently as Steve took
longer to take off his belted pants and buttoned shirt.

   Once he was naked, she made a move towards him, but he stopped her.

   "Just a second," he said, looking at her and stroking himself.  "Let me
get hard enough first." He reached crudely into her mouth, and she obliged
him by swishing saliva all around his fingers.  He then used those
spit-lubed digits to rub himself hard while he looked at the girl.  "You're
so beautiful," he told her.  "I wanted you since the first day I TA'd a
class with you.  You were smart, pretty, confident, sexy, feminine..."

   "You really think I'm beautiful?" she asked.  When she had first met the
couple, she had worn enough makeup they couldn't tell, but Jennifer
actually had a fairly dramatic scar that ran from her left cheek down to
her jaw, and another from her left armpit to the side of her breast.  She
had been very afraid that as she began to live with them and they saw her
scars, that they would be turned off.

   "Gorgeous," he said, stroking harder, as he leaned in to kiss first the
scar on her face, and then that on her side.  "You're perfect," he said,
finally sitting down on the chair, his erection tall and red before her
eyes.

   Jennifer was nearly crying as she straddled him in the big rocking hair,
her breasts pressing into his chest and her slit hover over his waiting
cock.  "I love you," she whispered into his ear, lowering herself down onto
him.

   "I love you too," he responded, thrusting upward into her.  He grunted
and she groaned at the penetration.  She was naturally tight and this angle
made her even tighter.

   Whimpering with pleasure, Jennifer rode her older lover hard.  She
bounced up and down on his lap, kissing his lips roughly while her breasts
rubbed up and down his naked chest.  The chair rocked underneath them,
adding its own motion to theirs.  Steve's hands kneaded her perfect ass. 
her body was shaped so perfectly, felt so right under his hands, smelled so
sweet as she worked herself to a fever.

   It didn't take long before they were both getting close, and when
Jennifer felt the plateaus being reached and crossed, she held herself
steady above him, allowing him to control the pace of the finish by the
timing and depth of his thrusts.  She was very conscious of and thrilled by
the obscenity of the two of them naked in the chair the man's wife had been
nursed in as a baby, she straddling him with her ass arched into the air,
him ramming his cock upward between her slippery pussy lips.

   "I'm about to cum," he warned her.

   They had never allowed Steve to come inside Jennifer's pussy.  He had
come in her mouth, in her ass, and all over her body, but her pussy had
always been off-limits.  But today, when he told her he was about to cum,
Jennifer plunged back down on him, and humped her hips forward and
backward, never allowing him to leave her confines.

   "Fill me up with your love," she asked, biting at his lower lip.

   "All for you," he grunted, holding her pretty ass in his hands as he
jammed himself in as deep as he could, and came in a series of violent
spasms that so punished her inner walls, that she too came, just a moment
after.

   They kissed tenderly as their orgasms subsided, and they remained
silently in that interlocked position for several minutes.

   At last Jennifer said, "Thank you for choosing to live out your wife's
fantasy with me."

   He kissed her forehead.  "It was better than I ever imagined."

   Eventually they rose together, leaving a wet spot on Margaret's
childhood rocker.  "I should probably go, huh?" Jennifer asked, pulling on
fresh panties and street clothes.  "So I'm not here when Margie gets home."

   Steve nodded, but only reluctantly.  "Come back tonight, though," he
told her.  "It's, what, ten now?  Come back by like three in the morning."

   "You sure it will be okay?"

   "I'll make sure of it," he promised.  "I know Margaret loves you just as
much as I do, and she'll be willing to work something out to keep our
family together."

   ***

   What Steve and Jennifer did not know was that at that very moment,
Margaret was 69ing with a forty-five year-old stripper named Mary in the
parking lot outside a seedy Fairbanks strip club.  Margaret had dared
herself to push the limits of her sexual liberation and bravery, and had
done so just about as completely as possible.  When they had temporarily
sated their lust, the two women started the drive for Margaret's apartment.
She intended to bring Mary home to share with her two lovers.  Her own
experience at the strip club had allowed her to understand and therefore
forgive her husband and her girlfriend.

   "You'll love my little family," Margaret said with a grin.  She was a
curvy blonde with big blue eyes and very long hair.  She wore a
three-button top which was now unbuttoned, and a soft pair of black
corduroys which she hadn't bothered to zip back up after pulling them up
when they had left the backseat.

   "You think we could stop by my apartment on our way?" Mary asked.  "It
might be better if get dressed first, rather than just show up looking like
this." She was still wearing her black negligee that she had worn during
her act.  She was as curvaceous as Margaret with dark, curly hair and eyes
which sparkled.  She managed to both look like the sweet mother of your
best friend and the boss's hot wife that every employee really wants to
bang but dares not, no matter how much she teases them.

   Margaret obliged her, and they detoured towards the older woman's
apartment.  Margaret knew that at 26 and 45, she was young enough to be
Mary's daughter, and it almost surprised her that she found the woman so
irresistible, but she sure did.

   "Hey, I have an idea," Mary said, as began looking through her closet.
"I have some clothes that would fit you...  Wanna try a new outfit?"

   Margaret's eyes flashed.  "I would love to!"

   "Alright, first then, it's off with the old."

   Mary slipped easily out of her dance outfit, but Margaret had a harder
time getting undressed, partly because she was distracted by the older
woman's appearance.  It was her first chance to see the woman fully naked,
and she liked what she saw.

   "I'm glad you think I'm pretty," Mary thanked her, noting her
appreciation.

   Margaret blushed as she finally got the last of her clothes off.  She
felt very self-conscious standing naked next to this sex professional whom
she only just met.  "You're beautiful," Margaret told her.

   For the first time that evening, Mary seemed to have lost a little
composure as she looked at the blonde's naked body.  "My god, Margaret,"
she whispered, drawing closer.  She began to caress the younger woman's
hips and ass cheeks.  "You're so beautiful." She pulled the blonde close to
her, and rubbed her ass and her back and her sides.  "I knew you were
pretty, but . . .  Oh, honey, you're so gorgeous."

   The young married blonde melted inside and she began to kiss the older
woman who embraced her.  She kissed her neck first, admiring its grace and
smoothness.  Then her collarbone, loving the subtle definition it gave to
her chest.  then her chin, her jaw, her cheek, her lips.  Mary meanwhile
just closed her eyes and let the blonde love her, using her own hands to
caress and encourage the girl as their naked bodies pressed together.

   Panting with desire, Margaret's lips found the brunette's breasts,
kissing around the tops of them, then down their sides, then all around
them, and only at the last, kissing her nipples.  Loving the feel of the
stripper's hands gliding around her body, Margaret returned the favor, one
hand rubbing up and own one of Margaret's magnificent ass cheeks, the other
squeezing her hip.

   And suddenly Margaret was overcome by the desire to do something for the
brunette which she had had done for her but which she herself had not done.
She slid slowly to her knees, trailing her wet slobbering mouth down the
entire midline of Mary's body.  She kissed above her mound, then her hip,
and then show move around behind the older woman and began to kiss her ass
cheeks.

   "I've never done this before," she told the other woman as she placed a
kiss on her tight asshole.  "But I want to do it for you." And with that,
she reached her tongue tentatively out and made contact with the asshole. A
brief hesitant, then she licked around it.

   "Oh, god!" the older woman cried out, falling forward and catching
herself on the edge of the bed.

   Encouraged by the depth of her lover's response, Margaret lost her
temerity, and allowed her somewhat large, very wet, very strong tongue to
spiral itself way inside Mary's ass.  Mary screamed with delight, and
Margaret groaned with shared pleasure as she began to sodomize the older
woman with her tongue, her face turning beat red as she bobbed it up and
down into the woman's smooth, soft cheeks.  She reached up underneath Mary
and began to roll her clit around between two fingers.

   Mary came soon after that with a series of shouted profanities, but
Margaret refused to let up.  She simply tongue-fucked her in the ass
harder, deeper, using the strong breadth of her tongue to stretch and
reshape the older woman.  Her fingers didn't slow down on the stripper's
clit either, and a second climax followed in short order.

   Finally the blonde collapsed back onto the floor, winded and out of
breath.  But Mary turned around and pounced on her, straddling her waist
and kissing her deeply.  Their tongues stroked one another, Mary tasting
her own asshole on the other woman's mouth.  Unable to break the deep,
furious kisses, Mary reached behind her and worked three fingers into
Margaret's cunt.  She humped up and down on the girl's abdomen while they
kissed, her fingers formed a strong, penetrating column inside the blonde.

   Margaret was so focused on the kissing and on her hands searching all
over the beautiful brunette's body, that her own orgasm caught her
off-guard.  She gave a startled scream and bit Mary's tongue as her body
bucked hard, nearly throwing the older woman off.

   Both of them were out of breath and energy, but they looked passionately
into one another's eyes as they slowly parted.  There were promises of more
to come in their shared looks.

   Mary picked out a couple of very sexy outfits for them to wear.  They
dressed slowly and took the time to drink some water and try to recover
some strength before going to Margaret's house for what they expected to be
a wild foursome.

   ***

   When Steve answered the door to let Margaret in, he thought he saw
another person waiting in Margaret's car, but he shrugged it off as a trick
of the low light.  Then when Margaret took fher heavy winter coat, he
thought he was experiencing outright delusion.  She wasn't dressed the same
as she had been when she left.  She was wearing a red skirt suit which
looked incredibly hot on her.  The skirt was tight and came down just above
the knees.  The jacket hung open, showing a white silk blouse so thin that
he could see a black bra through it.  She wore matching red spike heels.

   "I'm not mad anymore," his wife said with a sly smile.  She sat down on
the couch, and crossed her legs.  Steve admired her legs which were always
beautiful, but rarely shown off to this advantage.  "In fact," she said,
"where's Jennifer?"

   "She left for a while," Steve said, his eyes still glued to his wife's
thighs.  "She'll be back later." He looked up at her face.  "So you're not
mad anymore?  Just like that?"

   "Not mad," she repeated.  "In fact, we'll just have to start unwrapping
my peace offering without Jennifer here; she'll have to come in late."

   "Peace offering?" Steve grinned, thinking he meant the hot suit she was
wearing.

   "Yeah, go turn the porch light on."

   Confused, he nevertheless did as commanded.

   Only a moment later, the door opened, and a beautiful brunette, about
fifteen years older than himself, came in to their apartment.  She was
wearing a black leather mini skirt, fish-net stockings, a silk white
blouse, a black bra, and black spikes.  Her face as pretty and almost as
innocent as it was sexual.

   "Mary?" he blurted out.  "What're you doing here?"

   "Steve?" Her eyes were wide.

   And Margaret was confused.  "What's going on?" she asked.  "How do you
two know each other?" She assumed Steve had been sneaking off to Mary's
strip club, and the idea nearly pissed her off anew.

   Steve sunk into an easy chair, stunned.  "When I was a teenager, Mary
lived across the street with her husband, twin boys and her little girl."

   "I had Jason and Joe when I was sixteen so they were only a year or two
younger than Steve," Mary added.

   "We were best friends on the block for a few years," Steve continued the
explanation.  "Mary was the mother of my best friends."

   Margaret groaned with disappointment.  "I need a drink."

   Steve agreed and poured them all gin and tonics.  Mary sat next to
Margaret on the couch and as Steve looked at the two of them, and drank a
little courage, he finally decided to admit, "Of course, as the mother of
my best friend, even though it was kind of weird, I did have a little bit
of a crush on Mary."

   Mary smiled and perhaps even blushed.  "Really?"

   He nodded, and went to make another round of drinks.  "I mean, I saw
your nightgowns on the floor sometimes and you were pretty, and..." He
handed out the drinks and downed his in one gulp.  "...and," he went on,
"you were the first woman I realized was sexual.  Probably because of the
nightgowns.  I dunno.  Anyway, the first time I ever orgasmed I was making
out in my bed with a pillow and thinking of you."

   Mary blushed deeply.  "I never realized."

   "I even stole a pair of your panties from your dirty clothes once and
masturbated with them," he further admitted, blushing finally himself.  "I
filled those things with so much cum..."

   "I never knew that you felt so attracted to me."

   Steve poured himself some straight gin and drank it quickly.  "I would
always look out of my window across the street to your bedroom window and
hope to see something," he told her.  "I saw you take off your shirt once
before you realized the blinds were open.  I saw you in your bra."

   Mary's cheeks burned, but she said nothing.

   "The only other time I saw anything, you and your husband were having
sex with the lights on and I could see your shadows while you did it.  I
came all over my curtains."

   Finally Mary got up and drank some gin straight from the bottle. 
Margaret noticed that Steve was staring at her ass.  Despite the weirdness
he claimed, he was still checking out the mother of his best friends.

   "I didn't forget the blinds were open," she said.  She took another
drink and returned to her seat next to Margaret, crossing her legs and
closing her eyes.  "You remember that time I was visiting your parents and
I accidentally walked in on you getting out of the shower?"

   "Oh yeah." Steve's cheeks turned crimson.

   Mary opened her eyes and looked at him.  "The contrast between your
handsome young face and the raw masculinity of your sex...  the water all
over your body...  I never got that image out of my mind." She licked her
lips.  "I was hoping you might see my breasts.  That's why I left the
blinds open that night.  But I felt ashamed and never did it again."

   For her part, Margaret was starting to feel a little more hope for the
situation.  "So am I detecting some latent sexual desires here, despite all
weirdness?"

   Steve bit his lip, and hesitated, but the gin spoke through him.  "Not
all that latent," he said, his eyes moving all over the older woman's body.
"The first time I made love to a girl, it was actually to Jason's
girlfriend, and I did it in Mary's bed while Jason slept off some beer we'd
snuck.  My first orgasm inside a girl was in Mary's bed to her son's
girlfriend while we made love on top of Mary's nightgown and I looked into
the eyes of picture of Mary on the bed stand."

   "When we were invited to Steve's graduation open house in the summer
before college, I got so turned being near him all day on that I actually
called out his name when my husband and I had sex later that night."

   "There are still times I think of Mary when we're having sex," Steve
admitted.

   "Every once in a while at night I get on-line and have cyber sex with
younger men, and I always make them go by Steve."

   Margaret was now aware that what had begun as an awkward interruption of
the erotic mood was actually well on its way to becoming a major erotic
release for her husband and the stripper.  And while part of her was very
surprised by herself, the blonde found herself wanting to facilitate that
release.  She made the offer.  "I'll let you two experience each other
first," she said.  "As long as I get to watch."

   Both of them hesitated.  She could tell that they were equal parts
thrilled and scared by this moment.  A moment they had in one sense always
been waiting for but in another sense had never really entertained as a
possibility.  She would break the ice.  "It's either that," she warned
them, cuddling up along side Mary, "or I take Mary back to her apartment
and she and I fuck like lesbian rabbits." She reached her tongue out and
teased Mary between her lips.

   Steve rose, and came to take Mary by the hand.  "Shall we?" he asked her
gently.

   Mary's eyes almost seemed wet in the corners as she said, "Yes," and
allowed him to gently guide her by the hand to the bedroom.  Margaret
followed after them, taking a seat in the large whicker rocker.

   Steve and Mary stood quietly in front of the bed for several minutes,
their eyes moving all about one another's faces as they held hands.  Then,
at long last, Mary made the first move and leaned in to kiss him very
softly on the lips.  He returned the kiss, just as softly and put his arms
around her to pull her into an embrace.  Another gentle kiss and her arms
were around his waist.

   Margaret had never seen a tender side to Mary's sexuality, but she was
finding this display of it with her husband almost as exciting as the wild
side she had more commonly been showing off.  It was a curious thing to sit
by while her husband and this woman about whom he had long fantasized
shared such a gentle and loving embrace.  Their hands caressed one another
with almost as much curiosity as desire, and their kisses were soft and
delicate.  Their tongues just barely met at the intersection of their lips.

   And then, after several minutes, a switch went off, and it was if the
two finally realized what was happening.

   "Oh, god, Mary, I've wanted this for so long," Steve groaned pulled her
more tightly to him and kissing her deeply for the first time.  His hand
slipped up under her blouse to draw circles in the small of her back.

   "I've dreamed of this for years, Steve," she returned in a whisper,
their mouths temporarily separating, joined by long strings of saliva.  "I
want you inside me more than anything I've ever wanted."

   Another switch went off.  Steve ripped her blouse off and didn't even
bother to look at what that revealed, he just removed her bra as quickly as
he could, and then his mouth homed in on one of her magnificent tits.  Mary
began to rub his crotch with one hand while she raked his hair madly with
the other.

   Steve flung her down onto the bed, and the moment she spread her legs,
he dove up her skirt and began sucking her pussy through her panties.  Mary
didn't want foreplay anymore.  She rolled him to the side and together they
managed to get their clothes off.  The instant they were naked, Mary was on
her back, legs ready to accept him.  Steve wasted no time on admiring her
body.  He was on top of her, his cock entering her pussy with ease as his
mouth again found one of her tits.

   They moved together in expertly matching rhythm.  Up and down, grunting
and groaning.  And then, as if Margaret weren't sitting by and watching,
the flush of passion strong in her, they slowed their pace down from animal
lust to love-making, and spoke between kisses -- "God, Mary, you're better
than I imagined."

   "I never realized how good this would be," Mary agreed, their tongues
lashing one another outside their mouths.

   "I married Margaret because her body was so much like yours," he
admitted, reaching down to caress her hip.  "It was like fucking a blonde
version of you every night -- except that the real thing is so much
better."

   Mary embraced him and rolled over so that she was on top now.  She
rocked back and forth on him.  "I've often thought I became a lesbian
because I got sick of men who weren't my Steve," Mary whimpered, biting at
Steve's chest.

   Suddenly feeling burned by both of them, Margaret fled the room.  Mary
and Steve paused in their coupling and kissed.  "Did we upset her?" Steve
asked.

   "Who the fuck cares right now?" Mary groaned.  "Maybe later I will."

   And without moving externally she began using her inner muscles to
squeeze and pull on Steve's cock.

   "Oh god," he groaned.  "Who the fuck, indeed?"

   His arousal took control of him, and he muscled Mary off him.  Tumbling
onto their sides, he slammed her up against the wall, and then rolled her
onto her belly.  He sat cross legged behind her and pulled her pelvis up
and over his lap.  He pulled her pussy down slowly onto his cock.  He let
out a great groan at how tight she felt at this angle, and Mary screamed.

   "Oh god Steve, oh god that's perfect."

   She started to rock back and forth as he thrust up and down as well as
he could.  He watched her beautiful, full ass move in front of him. 
Watched her bite and claw at the sheets in front of her.  "I'm gonna cum,"
he warned her.

   "Don't stop," she begged.  "Cum inside me.  Cum inside me.  Fill my
pussy with your cum, Steve."

   He clutched at her ass, thrust in as deep as he could, and came hard,
buried deep inside the woman of his lifelong fantasy.  "Mary!!!" he called
out.

   The force of his orgasm brought Mary over the top as well, and the two
fantasy lovers experienced the first orgasm together as a simultaneous
explosion that left each spent.

   Steve bent over and kissed her ass cheeks without pulling out of her. 
"I always loved your ass," he told her, savoring the taste and feel of her
perfect moons in his mouth.  Mary purred, and the sound vibrated throughout
her body.  Steve found himself surprised that he was getting hard again
within her.  He continued to lick, bite, suck.

   "Should we start giving a fuck about Margaret?" he asked between oral
love bruises.

   "Not until you've really shown me how much you like my ass," she said
with another full-body purr.

   "Oh god, Mary."

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