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 Claudia, part I: Can dreams come true?  (FF) By Karl P.  Dahl

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   Time for desert.  The dinner has up until now been a rather boring
happening, she can tell from looking at her husband and her guests.  Even
though she has never met them, the man and the woman shows very bland
faces, and sometimes have yawned.  Hector have always been blunt on her
cooking displays, and hasn't spared her anything of his sarcasm tonight:
"Yuck!  What's this?!" this, or "Ouch!" that.  But that is okay, she has
saved everything for this final course: the entre has been some kind of
icky goo on a plate, and she has managed to burn the main course - a
turkey.

   "Now, my dear guests (she still don't know their names, funilly enough);
Hector," she says, facing them in turn, "I'd like to present to you the
desert: My clothes!" And with that she stands up, next to the dinner table
and steps back so that they all can see her completely.  Then, she bends
down and takes off her shoes, followed by hiking up her dress along her
thighs, so that she can remove her stockings.  She places the shoes on the
male guest's plate and follow by covering them with her stockings.
"To you: black high-healed leather shoes covered in thin nylon

stockings".  The man just stares at her, like the two others.

   Then she goes back and starts to unbutton her dress.  Seven buttons
later she lets it slide of her shoulders and down to the waist, from where
she pushes it down to fall to the floor.  She steps out of them, picks up
the dress and walk to her husband's side.  From there' she neatly folds it
onto his plate so that the small flower embroidery gets on top.

   "To my lovely husband, a black half-length satin dress with flower
cover".  She hopes for a more gratifying return from Hector, but gets none.
From him; the woman displays a pleasant smile as she passes her by, only
clad in her underwear.

   She feels strangely calm and straight-forward as she then unhooks her
bra and finally pull down her panties and steps out of those too.  All
naked, she steps up to the woman and places both garments on her plate in
an intricate fashion.

   "And finally to my lovely female guest: see-through black bra mixed with
satin thong.  Enjoy!" The woman smils widely and applauds with joy, finally
a response in her liking.

   With that, her guests starts dining on her precious, most personal and
final course while she remains standing completely naked next to the table,
where she started.  Strangely, her husband and the other male don't seem to
enjoy their meals very much; Hector just picks in the dress she has served
him, taking only tiny pieces.  And the other male tries to look delighted
while eating what he's been served but cannot hide that it's not in his
liking.  Only the woman looks as if she's gotten the treat: she scoops up
it all into her mouth in one bite!  Seeing that, she smiles to her from
where she's standing and feels a familiar warmth begin to form in her.  She
gets disturbed when she sees that Hector apparently starts picking with his
fork on the woman's clothes, but smiles when she sees that she pushes him
away.

   Only when the woman has finally swallowed both her underwear, she looks
on her and asks "But what about you?  Are't you going to have anything?"

   "Oh, don't worry about me," she answers.  "I'll just have some of my own
juice".  And with that she puts her hand in her groin and let it fill with
her fluids.  Which she puts right to her mouth.

   ---

   Claudia woke when she felt the salty taste in her mouth.  She found that
she had her hand over her mouth, and that indeed it was that which tasted
of salt.  Cum juice?  she thought dreamily, still only half-awake.  Then
she looked down on herself, and the last remains of sleep left her: she was
lying on top of the sheets, completely naked and with her legs spread, her
groin glistening with fluids!  How!?  Where were her night-wear?  She
looked around and saw immediately two things: her panties and linen which
she had worn when she went to bed lay right beside her, nicely folded.  And
Hector lay sound asleep with his back towards her, snoring as always.  She
also felt the waves of a minor orgasm subsiding in her, and with that the
whole dream cam back to her.  Shocked, she simply lay back and took it all
in.

   A moments rest later she became fully awake.  She must have done all
this while dreaming!  The way Hector looked, he clearly had nothing to do
with it.  And he never would have, anyway: he had never showed her any
interest after the usual nightly intercourse.  So it wasn't the first time
she had had to give herself some final treatment after Hector had decided
that he was done.  But while dreaming?  That hadn't happened since...  her
teens?

   The dream was almost gone now, she couldn't remember much more than some
vivid details now.  But what details!  She standing naked in front of her
dinner guests!  The woman - whose face was completely gone by now, she only
remembered it as pleasant to look at - gulping down her underwear!  And
Hector's reactions...  She looked back on her husband, distantly wishing
that she could reach for him and invite him to her warm and ready body. 
But that was futile, she knew; she had long ago let those thought out of
her mind.  They had tried a few times during their early days of marriage,
but they had always anded up in either a blunt denial or - worse - a fast
"two-shoves-then-back-to-sleep".  She had sometimes wondered what Hector
got from their casual so-called sex, clearly he didn't seem to enjoy it
much.  And children was out of the question as long as she kept her demand
that he must take active part in their upbringing, something he would never
forfeit his precious 'career' for.  After a few years, she had learned that
he had lovers from time to time.  She had raved then for some time, but he
had assured her that they were "nothing" - and continued.  Finally, she had
let it go: her situation wouldn't allow divorce.  She kept playing with the
option though.

   So with a sigh, her hand went back to her groin; she still was turned
on, but she clearly felt that the moment was gone for now.  She looked at
the watch and read its bold display: "5:29".  No way she would get some
more sleep now.  She let out another sigh and tried to think of the day to
come.  And that was when it came to her: the dinner!  They were going to
have Hector's boss and his wife fo dinner tonight, both of which she had
never met!  Just like the dream!  The mind played through the details she
remembered once more, but this time it made her a bit scary.  What could
they possibly mean?  Surely just some fears for having new folks at home?
Because she knew Hector saw this event as all-important for his 'career'

   --

   When the door bell finally rang, she was as ready as she could be for
the night, she thought.  Her loving husband had made it very clear that she
must put up with all she could for this dinner, and several times too: in
the morning before he gulped the breakfast she had made for him and went to
work, and a few times when he came home, a bit earlier than usual (even
that an uncommon sight).  Had had shown some other unfamiliar behaviors as
well the rest of the evening too.  He had made ready the fire in the
fireplace, made the sofa more comfortable by puffing up the cushions and
even gone upstairs to "make the home nicer".  Claudia hadn't missed one
detail of that, but thought it was just his nervousness.  She on the other
hand had prepared all four courses as much as she was allowed (no clothes
in those, thank you!) - she knew Hector liked when the food was "fresh",
meaning that she would have to go out into the kitchen and prepare them
herself just before.  She wished he would let Christina stay for those
things too, but he wouldn't have that: The Wife Was Supposed To Take Care
Of The Meals, he had preached for her.

   She waited in the living room as Hector brought in both guests.  She was
introduced to Ruben, a short muscular male in his late 30-s with beginning
baldness, and Flavia, a woman more of her age with deep eyes and a large,
pleasant smile.  Thankfully she knew their names at least now, she thought,
her dream from the night coming back to her.

   Hector rushed on by serving the champagne, not wasting one drop.  And
she noticed that he gave her and Flavia at least as much as himself and his
boss.  The talking got on, somewhat awkwardly in the beginning.  But she
knew her part in this play from many previous dinners: asking the guests of
some history-light, and telling her short-version: that she was Brazilian
grown up in the U.S., had met Hector on a (bland) cocktail-party whe she
was studying foreign languages, and only recently moved 'back' when his job
wanted him too.  And yes, she spoke portguese (and three other languages
except American), and she liked coming back to 'her home' and 'the
Brazilian ways' (whatever that meant).  What she learned about Ruben didn't
make her want to ask much more, but convenance made her: self-made who had
made way fast wherever he had worked, seldom looking back it seemed.  Apart
from that he had the 'usual' interests: yachting and hunting.  Flavia, on
the other hand, she learned she had very much in common with.  Although
born and lived her whole life in Brazil, she had also given up on an
academic career (economics) when she had met Ruben, and since then tended
his career as much as himself.  The difference being that he had made
one... There seemed to be some subjects the two women couldn't bring up in
public tonight, but they could share smiles and looks all the same.

   Being a bit nervous herself tonight, Claudia thought she maybe drank a
bit too fast.  But it was hard to see how much, as Hector kept filling up
everyone's glasses as soon as he could.  Or, rather, the women's it seemed.
Thus, she was a bit light on the feet when she announced that she was going
to the kitchen to prepare the starters, and that the rest could seat
themselves.  Her head kept tingling as she cut the last of the salad to
spread next to the veal carapace, so she hardly noticed when Flavia entered
and when right up next to her.

   "Hey, how's it going?  Need any help?"

   "Uh, no thanks" she started.  "You just go right out and make sure the
other two don't bore out themselves with office chat!" Claudia smiled and
looked at her guest.

   Flavia returned her smile, and she noted once more how fine it was,
almost perfect.  But her eyes didn't show ay joy.  "Right..." the other
woman answered, seemingly having no intention to leave.

   "You have anything particular in mind?  Need help finding something?"
Claudia said and turned towards Flavia.

   "Well, actually: yes" the dark woman began.  "Um, I know we don't know
each other at all, so there's probably no reason at all for you to believe
me, but there's something i have to tell you anyway..." With that, she
ended, and bit her lips.

   After a short moments silence, Claudia got a bit wary, but she kept her
smile nevertheless.  "Yes?  Spill it out, please".

   "You have any idea why your husband invited us in the first place?" the
woman said, lowering her voice markably.  Not that the other would have the
slightest chance to hear, but Claudia guessed she couldn't know that.

   Claudia hadn't really thought about it.  "The usual, I guess.  Give
Hector a chance to show off, lick some shoes and such."

   "Um, kind of.  But not the way you think."

   "What then?" By now, Claudia got nervous.  Hector had acted a bit more
strange than usual.  What had he been up to?

   "We're supposed to do swinging tonight.  And not the children's variant
if you get my meaning.  You know what I mean?"

   WHAT!?  Claudia froze in her movements, not able to fully comprehend
what she just had heard.  Of course she knew what 'swinging' meant.  Did
that (low-life scum) husband of hers really plan such a mean thing? 
Without even letting her in on the plans?  For a brief moment, she wanted
to simply disregard what Flavia had said as a bad joke, or maybe something
more vile, but the other woman's look was as honest as it could be.  So
unless she was an expert liar...  And it made sense in terms of how Hector
had behaved today: more tense than usual, 'fixing' stuff on upper floor
(bedrooms!), making her drink more!

   When Flavia didn't get any answer, she continued.  "Excuse me?  You
heard me?  We're supposed to switch partners tonight, you get that?"

   Hearing it said out in the open, Claudia couldn't take it any more: she
started crying.  The pains she had gone through in this marriage; bland
sex, boring life, no kids, had just reached its peak.  She was supposed to
humiliate herself by whoring for that bastard husband of hers and his
fucking career!  Her shoulders started shaking and tears rolled down her
check onto the plate in front of her.

   Then she felt the other woman's arms around her, and despite not knowing
her at all, she relaxed some.  "Hey", Flavia said, "I want you to know that
I don't like it one bit eather."

   "How do you know?" Claudia finally got to ask when she had calmed down a
bit.

   "I wasn't supposed to know either, but I have a way of knowing my man's
internet habits, and where he goes surfing.  That and his behavior summed
it up for me." the woman returned, her own anguish blatantly showing in her
big brown eyes.

   Claudia got hold of the woman's shoulders.  They looked each on in the
eyes holding each other for a long while, when they were suddenly
interrupted by the harsh voice of Hector from the Dining room.  "Hey, you
two!  What's keeping you?"

   You should only know, Claudia thought, but Flavia spoke instead,
whispering now.  "I know you can't really trust me, after all we've just
met.  But if you're willing to follow me, we can gives these guys some
lesson.  Are you with me?"

   "...Sure" Claudia made herself answer.  "Exactly what are you up to?"
she whispered, and shouted "Coming!" to the men right after.

   "No real plans, but I like you, so we might have a ball out of this."
The woman winked mysteriously.  With that, she turned her heels and went
back.

   Still mystified, Claudia followed her with the plate.  Not fully ready,
but they probably wouldn't notice anyway.  "Here you are!  Sorry to keep
you waiting," shesaid and started to serve, men first.  She tried not to
look at any of them because she couldn't take that right know, but she
couldn't help notice the kind of expectant looks from Ruben on her.  He was
clearly eyeing her, with or without clothes was hard to tell.  After
serving Flavia, and exchanging some more looks in order to try to find out
some more of her plans - to no success - she finally seated herself and put
a small portion on her own plate.  She sat next to Ruben and in front of
Flavia.  Nothing special in that, but it didn't feel any good just then.

   Nothing much happened during the first minutes of the meal.  the others
took part in some small conversation, but Claudia couldn't find the energy
to play her usual role very well, so she mainly kept quiet.  She received
compliments from her guests regarding the food, but Hector only noted that
it was 'too salt', to which she smiled silently to herslef; he must have
gotten the bit she had wept on!  But suddenly she lost track right in the
middle of something Ruben said, when she felt something lightly striking
her leg!  A foot was caressing her, and it was apparently bare, by the
warmth that she felt.  She looked up, and stopped chewing right away on a
bite she had just put in.

   Hector looked at her.  "What's the matter, honey?  Taste something
salty?" he added with a sneer.

   She got hold on herself again.  "No, just bit my cheek".  They all
continued eating, Ruben having lost what he was about to say.  But the foot
kept caressing her underneath the table.  She exchanged a look with Flavia
and could tell right away that it was her foot she was feeling.  What was
she up to, really?  But nevertheless, it felt rather good and made her more
relaxed, so she let it continue.

   Which it did.  During the whole course - both guests took a second round
- the foot stroked her calves up and down, and seemed to go higher and
higher all the time.  It felt electrified as it gently stroked her, lean as
silk and rough at the same time.  Claudia had started with her legs crossed
but found that she without thinking had put her legs aside, allowing the
foot to move to both legs.  and the insides, too.  The sensation she felt
was good, but mildly disturbing: she had a hard time keeping up on the
topics spoken.  Flavia, on the other hand seemed to have no trouble
partaking in anything said, while she kept working underneath the table. 
Claudia had to hand it to her: she was good at both.

   When the course was ended and they were sipping the last of the entrée
wine, Flavia's foot suddenly moved upwards!  Sensations went straight up
her spine in a shiver to her brain!  The toes gently circled around her
knee and then went even slightly further, to her thighs!  That had always
been a sensitive spot for her (although Hector never had seemed to notice),
and this night it was extra so.  Claudia had a hard time keeping a casual,
pleasant look while the foot continued its examination of her sensitive
parts; always flowing in gentle moves.  How could the woman manage?  She
looked at Hector to see if he had caught any of what was going on under the
table, but he had his eyes elsewhere.  She couldn't help noticing how
focused Hector was on his female guest; he seemed to have eyes almost only
for her.

   The foot now reached above her stockings and thus touched her bare skin,
making her starting to feel the familiar warmth in her belly.  Moving
further in, it now had contact with both inner thighs, doubling the
feelings with relentless, careful moves forward and backward.  My god, it
was almost touching her crotch now!  She glanced to her side to Ruben,
answering to some question of his while she felt her cheeks turn slightly
red.  She hoped the men would take that as an effect of the wine and
nothing else.  Still, it felt too good; she spread her legs ever so
slightly more.  By doing that, she noted Flavia smiling a bit wickedly. 
But nothing in in the woman's position revealed how she now was sitting, a
remarkable feat.

   Claudia had to swallow hard when a toe just lightly started to rub her
vulva (from outside her panties of course).  She immediately felt a wave of
warmth inside her, and blinked a few times to somehow not submerge to the
feelings building up in her.  Something inside just wanted to make her
close her eyes, sit back and enjoy the ride.  But her mind kept raging at
the same time.  What were the woman's plans?  Where was this to end? 
Images of the dream she had had popped up, unfortunately only increasing
all fellings; both the exaltation and mystification.  And almost
reluctantly, she felt the familiar moist build inside her panties.

   But Hector once more abruptly ended all for sime time by stating that it
must be time for main course; he would go and fetch some more wine,
meanwhile.  The foot withdrew from its position and Claudia reluctantly
rose from her seat.  She swayed just a little doing so, and she saw that
the two men noted that too, apparently liking what they saw.  If only they
knew the reason!

   Back in the kitchen, Claudia felt a little relief from it all, and
started preparing the main course.  Turkey, as in the dream, but not at all
spoiled.  Not very surprising that she had dreamt exactly that, since she
had bought and prepared it yesterday.  But suddenly Flavia was right behind
her again, and she was quite right-on this time: Claudia felt hands
wrapping around her belly and the sweet warmth of a body pressing against
her.  "I take it you follow my...  plan?" the woman whispered in her ear
while she tried to carve slices of the bird as steady as she could.  Not
very well, that meant.

   "Mmm...  yes" she answered, without really thinking.

   "Good.  I'll go on a bit then if you don't disagree.  Just say so if you
want to stop".  There was that wicked tone in her voice, as if she very
well knew the answer.  And as if setting a full stop on the sentence, a
hand moved over Claudia's crotch!  She almost slipped with her knife right
then.  But with that, the woman behind her disappeared from her and went
back.  No risk of getting noticed, Claudia gathered.

   Her sensations were right on top when she went back in with the turkey
plate.  As steady as she could, she served in the same order as last time.
It didn't go quite so well this time, but as before nobody noticed that the
serving wasn't top-notch.  As she passed Ruben, his hand apparently 'by
mistake' traced her thigh.  She ignored that, and spotted Hector's hand
moving away from Flavia's thigh as she came to their side of the table. 
Ignoring that too, she served them both.  But she couldn't help doubting
Flavia's real intentions; what was she doing really?  Was she in fact in
secret mascopy with the other two?

   But right after she seated herself, all such thoughs went a away in an
invisible puff of smoke.  The foot was back where it had been last time,
practically waiting for her!  Claudia had to serve herself very slowly in
order not to spill anything.  And as Hector rose his glass for a toast, the
time came for the next shock: the big toe of that foot had managed to grab
her panties, and started get beneath them!  Her 'partner' apparently wanted
to get rid of them!  Both the bluntness of that move and the sensation she
felt when skin rubbed her most sensitive skin made her choke on the wine.

   Claudia rose with a rush, and Hector and Ruben watched her with surprise
as she blurted "Sorry, I forgot the sauce".  She went straight to the
kitchen, and felt both anxious and releaved when she heard another chair
move behind her as she went.  "I'll see if I can help her with something",
she heard Flavia say.

   The other woman caught up with her just as she reached the bench and
started with mixing the sauce ingredeints.  But she had to stop in her
tracks as she felt hands garbbing her around the thighs and Flavia's breath
in her back, sending shiver through her.  And without any delay, her dress
was quickly hiked up all the way to her hips.  Claudia froze as hands dove
underneath her panty linings on both sides, and at the same time as her
naked hips were caressed by expert hands, she felt the panties being moved
down!  She instinctlively wanted to scream, but stopped herself; not here,
with the men just sitting a few yards away.  Powerless, Claudia felt the
woman's body press against her; belly to naked bottom.  One hand dove into
her pubic hair and the wetness there, while the other pulled her panties
down.  As fingers began to stroke the now half-open and swollen crotch, her
panties fell down in a lump around her ancles.  The first wavs of a
mini-orgasm began to build up in her.

   Then, almost as fast as she had started, the other woman stepped back
and pulled down her dress again.  No longer bare, Claudia still felt kind
of naked, panty-less as she now was; she almost always used underwear.  The
there was no stopping there; as soon as the dress wsa down, Claudia felt
the hands once more - now quickly opening up the to of the dress from
behind!  "Lets' remove this too", she heard Flavia say as the dress was
opened from the back all the way up, and then swiftly pulled down her
shoulders.  This is even more visible than before!  What if any of the
others comes in now?  Claudia thought, but she was also even more trapped,
as her arms were now locked to her torso by the slim dress.  She could only
sigh helplessly as the arms of the other woman went around her and quickly,
almost teasingly squeezed her breasts before going for the bra clasp.  The
bra parted without further delay and revealed her warm, swollen breasts,
thankfully to no-one more than the two of them.  She felt Flavia's lips on
the bas of her neck, and one hand caressing her breast as the other pulled
off the dress from her right arm.  The bra strap obediently followed, and
Flavia switched hands; one grabbed her other breats while the other pulled
off the dress from her left arm.  With that last move, the bra got all
loose and feel to the floor nect to her moist panties.  With the top of her
dress now hanging around her waist, Claudia once more felt as naked as ever
before, and took another expectant inbreath as the hands once again covered
her both breasts.

   But they were interrupted.  "What's going on out there?", Claudia
suddenly heard her husband's voice from the dining room.  And as quickly as
they had gotten there, the hands were withdrawn from her.

   "Put your dress back on, quickly", Falvia whispered.  "I'll finish the
sauce".  And with hands shaking from all emotions bubbling inside her,
Claudia tried put the top of her dress back on and started to fumble with
the buttons.  She probably missed one or two in the rush.  Then they both
went back out.  Still fully clothed from outside view, Claudia had never
felt so naked as she felt when Ruben and Hector looked at her.  The light
fabric of the dress flowing around her felt sheer as the spring breeze. 
She didn't dare looking down and maybe discover that her swollen nipples
poked out from underneath the tight cloth.

   The men had of course started eating when she returned, sauce or not. 
"Sorry for that" she said with feeble voice as she put down and got seated
again.  She noticed no suspect moves this time.  As secretly as she she
could, she smiled towards Flavia.  Her companion missed no time at all,
barely a heartbeat went as her foot went straight in between Claudia's
legs. Now with nothing in the way, the big toe got straight into the warm,
moist lips underneath th epubic hair.  With such emotions build up in her
from before, Claudia instinctively submitted to her senses and spread her
legs as much as she could.  Which was more than a lot she noted; Falvia had
'forgotten' to pull down her dress completely, making it end right below
her bottom!  In fact, she could feel her bottom touching the chair!  She
hoped to God that the men hadn't seen that when she came in - they probably
could have been able to see some of her crotch, had they looked in the
right direction!.  And that they didn't look too closely under the table
now; if at least Ruben did, he would get a rather clear view of her crotch!

   With no obstacles whatsoever in the way, Flavia's toe went straight to
the crotch and buried itself there, caressing and pushing in a very
experienced manner.  Feeling the highway that led to the woman's inner
sanctum apparently only spurred her even more; almost immediately, the toe
was inside her, getting covered in the wetness that had built up within. 
Claudia had to close her eyes and bite her cheek briefly in order not to
show too much the bliss she felt.

   Only then did she remember how visible all this must be from the side,
so she pushed herself a bit deeper underneath the table.  A move that only
made the the toe get even deeper inside her!  "Oww!" she shouted not being
able to help it as her clit got its first real treatment of tonight.  Her
head spun as she indulged in the fantastic sensations filling her.

   "What's with you tonight, honey?" her husband marked, as always with his
smile on his lips tonight.  Through sheeny eyes, Claudia looked back and
realised that he thought that she was only getting even more drunk, and
that everything was going according to his plans!

   "Oh...  nothing" she gasped back as her treatment below went
relentlessly on.  "I'm very...  well - I mean just not very...  I don't
feel too..." She didn't finish, she had to gasp again.  Awful acting!  She
suddenly regretted as hell that she had skipped all those acting classes.
She looked over at Flavia instead, and noticed almost the same glossiness
in her eyes as she must have.  Giving must be almost as good as taking, she
thought to herself.

   And then she felt a hand on her bare thigh, and saw through the corner
of her eyes how Ruben exchanged looks with her husband and then towards
her. Another wave was coming in her, she felt, but she had to somehow stop
Ruben finding his wife's whole foot (that's exactly how it felt by now)
inside of her.  So the took hold of the hand and guided it backwards up to
her bottom, underneath her dress.  From there, she let him stroke her bum,
safely away from the front.  Only a slight breeze compared to the storm she
was feeling otherwise, but wind it was nevertheless.

   She wondered how any of the other guests could go on eating, occupied as
they were, and only then noticed that they all had finished eating.  Only
she had barely touched her food.  How was she supposed to be able to do
that being treated as she was?  Not only that, but there was no
conversation either.  They must all have eyes only forher!  Get a grip, she
said to herself and straightened up, making both guests leave her body. 
"Oh well.  Guess it's time for desert." She knew her dress was all messed
up as she rose, but didn't bother.

   Flavia followed her promptly to the kitchen this time, no time for
beating around the bush - literally.  She turned around almost immediatley
as they entered the room, and met her newfound lover on the middle of the
floor.  They met in a kiss, and two pair of hands started groping around
each other's body.  Only distantly, she heard the two other chair scraping
the floor outside; the two men rose too.  Claudia's body was more
receptive, so her companion's hand went right to her crotch, and two
fingers dug deep into her!  Oh, the bliss!  The other went straight to her
back and dug down the top of her dress.  Claudia wasn't all that
experienced - she only briefly remembered kissing another girl in high
school, but that had been more for fun.  but she let her tongue work inside
Flava's mouth as good as she could, and it was apparently well received. 
Meanwhile she let both her hands wander inside her lover's clothes: one up
the back and one down to the butt-cheeks.

   Fully clothed and no visible marks of tonight's events at all, Claudia
noted and watched down her own savaged clothing: no underwear, the dress
hiked up almost to the waist and her breast millimeters from popping out!
She corrected it as well as she could and brought the desert from the
fridge.  Tiramisu, no need for any extravagance for that part.

   But when she got out, noone was there!  Surprised, she looked around
some more, and saw the two men standing outside on the veranda, laughing
and smoking a cigar each.  Probably making their final 'plans', Claudia
thought, but waved to them both anyway.  Then, she was suddenly grabbed
from behind and her hand pulled down.

   "We need to move now!" she heard Flavia's voice in her ear.  "They will
probably make their move as they come in.  So I have to ask you: are you
willing to go on?  Everything up until now can be reverted, with some work.
But not after the next step, after that everything will be different."

   Claudia couldn't answer.  She just looked at the two men who had started
walking towards the veranda door.

   "One final time: are you with me on this?" Flavia said ince more.

   Claudia wavered, but caught the expectant look in her husband's eyes
when he saw her standing there in the middle of the living room, and
whispered "Yes".  No way he was getting his anymore!

   "Good." She could almost feel the relaxed smile in Flavia's voice when
she said that.  "Now hold up your arms, straight up."

   Such a simple move, how could that change anything.  But only had
Claudia done what she was told, as she felt her dress being pulled off her
in rapid speed.  She barely had time to notice the astonished looks on the
two men who were just about to reach for the door when everything went
black.  For a while - then the dress went past her head and away.  Into the
void, for all she cared; she just found herself being displayed all naked
and presented by Ruben's wife as the two men pulled the door to open it.

   Claudia's mind raved during that instant.  She had been framed, so
totally framed.  The three of them had set her up, to make her laughed at
during the dinner, having them google at her getting horny - almost coming
in front of them, and as a final move get undressed in front of them all,
just before the two men would have their go.  There would be no swinging;
Flavia had probably only played her part.  For what reasons Claudia could
not understand.  But oh, so humiliated she had been!  Her body reddened as
these thought passed her; that and the fact that you probably could see her
recent 'treatment' by looking at her crotch only made things worse.  Not
only undressed publicly, she had been 'warmed up' by that woman as well!

   But then everything changed in an instant once more as she saw the two
men stopping in their tracks as they tried to open the door.  Their smiles
showed a hint of uncertainty: The door wouldn't open - it was locked! 
Claudia gasped once more, this time from surprise as she watched the men's
faces turn from joy to surprise and finally anger as they fought the door.
And when some familiar hands went around her, all the sudden stiffness she
had built up in that instant flew away from her.

   "Some surprise for them, huh?" she heard the woman say.  "Now let's make
this night ours!" And with that those hands went for both breasts and
crotch.

   The sudden jump of feelings made her eagerness multiply; she got to the
verge of orgasm almost as soon as those - now oh, so welcome - fingers made
it to her clitoris.  Without thinking, she went wider with her legs,
letting the fingers reach better, and as she saw the two frustrated men
outside pulling for all they wer worth on that door, she came for what
seemed the first time in her life.  As wave after wave passed through her
displayed body, she couldn't hold on to herself.  As she saw the men move
away from the door, she slumped down, barely in time to catch the back of a
sofa.

   But she wasn't gone long - only a second or so.  The thought reached
her: the other doors!  They would get in any second!

   But it was as if Flavia had read her mind - probably not very hard at
this moment.  "Don't worry, I've locked all doors I could find: 3."

   That made Claudia relax.  "Then we're safe, thank God!"

   "Not if they break in!" Flavia suddenly was the one to look worried.

   "We have alarms on all levels.  If they try, call will go to the police.
And I don't think they want that now!" This time it was Claudia's turn to
smile, and it was returned by her new-found savior.  "Which brings me to
the next subject: what are all those clothes doing on you body?  I'd to
make acquaintance with all of it, I only remember really meeting that toe
of yours!"

   Flavia laughed, a light, clinging laugh that Claudia knew she would love
hearing.  "Oh, right," she said.  And with that they met in a deep,
all-engulfing kiss.

   A kiss that could have last an eternity, if not Claudia's hunger for her
new lover had been so great.  "Now it's my turn" she said as she broke the
kiss and started working on the buttons of Flavia's blouse.  Slowly, she
wanted to enjoy this moment to its fullest.  Besides, she had never
undressed a grown-up woman before.  One by one, the buttons parted and
showed more of that wonderful olive-toned skin.  Claudia followed her
instincts and let her lips follow right after, down towards the cleavage of
her lover's breasts.  By the sound of Flavia's breath, her instincts were
pretty good, and Claudia continued downwards under the bra to the chest and
belly.  She let her tongue dive into the belly-bottom of her companion as
the last button of the blouse got loose.  Then she let her hands move
slowly upwards over the breasts up to the shoulders, so that she could pull
the blouse off the arms.

   When it fell, Claudia's hands went to the back of the other woman. 
Leaning in front of her, with her lips and tongue exploring all of Falvia's
belly, she tried to unclasp the bra.  She wasn't such an expert in this
area as the other woman, and reluctantly had to stop everything for a
moment in order to master the bra clasp.

   Flavia began to moan as the bra opened and slowly fell off her down onto
Claudia's head.  it stopped there only for a second, as Claudia now eagerly
let her lips taste the pink swollen nipples, now fully out in the open. 
One by one she went between them with one hand caressing the free one. 
Falvia began to breath even deeper.  "this is easy!" claudia thought to
herself, somewhat astonished by what she could perform.

   But there was more clothes to get rid of; she wanted to reomve them all;
in her mind, she shred the rest of the clothes to smithereens.  BUt i
reality, she wsn't that brutal: with both hands on her lover's breasts, she
once again got down and grabbed the clasp of the skirt with her teeth and
pulled.  The clasp had nothing to offer in defense and broke immediately,
and with that, the skirt fell down to the floor in a pile aorund the legs.
Flavia's panties, something close to thongs, were the only set of garment
now covering her warm, sweaty body: Claudia let her hands move down along
the hips and then slowly pulled them down the legs, watching up towards her
companion's sheeny eyes as she did so.  When they passed the thighs, they
were taken by gravity and slid downwards all the way.  A thick and moist
bush with an expectant vulva underneath now waited right in front of
Claudia.

   She wanted to taste it!  Claudia grabbed the woman's hips and guided her
to the couch behind her.  Flavia obediently followed, and sat down on the
ridge.  Doing so, she could now spread her legs and let Claudia dive
straight into the crotch.  Flavia gasped as the lips met, and fell
backwards into the couch, but with her bottom still up on the ridge. 
Claudia felt the legs spread as wide as they probably could and took the
whole cunt into her mouth.  As she found what must be the clit with her
tongue, she felt shivers going through the body of the other woman, and
heard something close to tiny screams from the sofa.  Relentlessly licking
away, the shivers increased into spasms, and she felt the whole body in her
arms shake almost violently as Flavia screamed out her orgasm.

   As the spasms slowly subsided, the hunger for more built up inside
Claudia; stll with the other woman hanging over the couch, Claudia went
around and placed herself over the other woman.  From there, she could
lower her crotch down over Flavia's mouth while she could once more let her
tongue do the work inside her companion.  As she once again started
licking, the felings inside her exploded as she felt tongue on her own
fully available and waiting clit.  Almost feverishly, she dug her tongue
inside and sucked in the salty taste of Flavia's cum juice.  She herself
began to shake uncontrollingly not long after.  "Oh!  Ooh!" was all she
could say as the second orgasm built up inside her, and she could do no
more than hold her tongue still as the whole of her body shook violently.
Apparently, that was enough: Flavia screamed in chorus with her as she came
right after her.  With that, she felt limp and slumped down in the couch
with the other woman underneath, and blackness engulfed her.
   END