Chapter 49

On the way home from Boundless Waves on Friday evening, Anne was 
sitting next to Denise on the train. They were alone in that part of the 
carriage. She turned to Denise and thanked her, saying, "You made a big 
difference to the outcome, first by setting up and running the computers, 
then by making sure I wasn't disturbed by 'support calls' from Ken and 
Sid. You stayed late with me those nights when we were running those 
tests – which worked, thank God! – and finally, perhaps most 
importantly, Denise, you always give me much-needed moral support. 
Thank you very much for your help with all of that."

Denise waved a hand, and just smiled. Anne realized how much she 
enjoyed seeing that smile, something that Denise had been too tired for 
recently. Come to that, Anne had been too tired to do much more than 
just exist for several weeks, now. 

Anne knew that she couldn't have kept going much longer. It was only 
because the last couple of weeks had been fairly simple test-and-record 
sessions that she'd managed. Now, maybe, they would be able to able to 
relax… some. Oh, there'd be more work, she knew. That wouldn't stop. 
Soon, she'd have to think about a successor product. But for now she 
could go back to working sensible hours.

"How about you, Denise?" she asked. Denise looked at her, unable to 
fathom her meaning. "I mean, will you be able to cut back to normal 
hours, now?"

"Oh, I wondered what you were thinking about. I expect so, but there'll 
always be the last minute calls, and the teleconferences. I'm surprised 
Ken didn't ask me to stay behind tonight, actually, in case something 
went wrong."

"I think Sid took one look at the two of us and sent us home. If I look as 
bad as you, we're a pair of extras from a Michael Jackson video."

They sat on the train in silence for a while longer.

"I think, when I get in, I'm gonna have a drink and then nap for a little 
while," Denise said into the comfortable 'tadat-tadat' of the train running 
over the tracks. "How about you?"

"That sounds heavenly," Anne replied, sleepily. She closed her eyes and 
laid her head on Denise's shoulder for a moment. The next thing she 
knew she was being shaken awake.

"We're here," Denise told her, indicating their station. Her eyes were 
bright and she was smiling at her friend.

Anne woke up enough to drive them both home, well, to Stan's house. 
She realised that she was thinking of his home as her home, more and 
more.

As Anne turned off the engine Denise leapt out of the car and raced for 
the front door. "I'm bursting for the loo!" she told a laughing Anne. "I'll 
pour us out a drink in a minute. Go and find something for us to listen to, 
please?"

Anne browsed through Stan's collection, now augmented by discs that 
she and Denise had brought over. Coming across an old one, she 
reflected for a moment, then stuck it on.

Denise entered the room to hear a lovely, youthful voice singing:

You could say this was an independent love song 
It's nothing like to us what love meant to them 
But, that's not to say the love we have isn't big or that strong 
I'm doing it a different way 
I'm doing it a different way…

"Who's that?" she asked Anne.

"Scarlet. The song's 'Independent Love Song,' it's one of Stan's albums. 
They were a duo from the late nineties, I think. I remembered this song."

You might say this was another boring love song 
To be together and forever be true 
And so today it's much the same as it was then  
I'm doing it a different way 
I'm doing it a different way

Denise sat next to Anne on the sofa, and they both kicked off their shoes 
as the chorus came:

I'll show you how to take me 
Go down go down 
And I'll show you how to turn me 
Right on right on 
And I'll show you how to touch me…

"That's beautiful," Denise said.

"Isn't it?" replied a very sleepy Anne. She laid her head on Denise's 
shoulder and closed her eyes. She felt Denise's fingers running through 
her hair, then lightly over her shoulder. It felt comforting, relaxing.

The next thing Anne knew she was waking up, still with Denise's fingers 
running over her skin, through her hair. The music having stopped, it was 
obviously some time later.

"Hello there," Denise said, softly, her fingertips never ceasing to caress 
Anne's shoulder, the top of her arm, sometimes just faintly brushing the 
skin of her face.

"Hi, Denise," Anne answered, dreamily.

"You really looked so wonderful just lying there," Denise continued in her 
soft, silky voice. "I didn't have the heart to wake you."

Anne looked up into Denise's eyes and saw the love there. She'd almost 
done this before, and now she reached up and put a hand behind 
Denise's head. She pulled her down and kissed her.

Part of Anne was screaming "NO!" but more, much more of her was 
encouraging, enjoying, feeling, tasting. Denise was wonderful to kiss, she 
realised. After what seemed like a long time she let Denise draw away a 
tiny bit.

"Ready to love me this way, now?" the redhead asked, with a lift of the 
corners of her lips and now a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"I've been ready for a while, Denise, just afraid. I still am, but I'm willing 
to give it a try." She pulled Denise back into another kiss.

All the while, Anne's emotions were roiling in confusion, but she knew 
that this was something she had to do. She didn't know why, but that 
didn't alter the fact. She registered various physical facts, such as the 
softness of Denise's kiss, the silky smoothness of the skin on her face, 
the sweet sensation of Denise's fingers as they now resumed their soft 
caress of Anne's skin on her shoulder. But these were filed away for now, 
what she was feeling had nothing to do with that. She felt hot and cold 
and eager and reluctant and turned on and turned off, all at the same 
time and all in varying measure so that for an instant one feeling would 
come to the fore, only to be replaced immediately with another.

Through all of this she felt her love for Denise. It had never before been 
given physical expression but had grown, created via their common bond 
with Stan and nurtured by the closeness with which they'd worked 
together. The unceasing and unselfish support that Anne had received 
from Denise now allowed it to bloom, full-flowered, gradually washing the 
fear and the reluctance away, allowing the positive emotions of 
eagerness and love to take precedence.

She felt a soft touch on her breast, through the material of her top. She 
paused in her kiss for a moment, and Denise, obviously misinterpreting, 
pulled her hand away. But Anne reached with her hand and took Denise's 
hand, placed it back on her breast, and resumed their kiss.

They kept this up for quite a while, with minor variations, before Anne 
pushed herself up. "I think I want to go upstairs," she told Denise. She 
was surprised to find herself quite shy all of a sudden. Her face was hot, 
and she knew that she was blushing furiously. She stood and reached 
out, taking Denise by the hand, and led her up the stairs.

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Part of Anne, the part that normally took charge, was asking 'Are you out 
of your mind?' while another part of her was simply deeply embarrassed. 
But her legs kept moving, her hand held onto Denise's and before she 
knew it she was at the spare bedroom door. She turned to Denise.

"I don't think I want to use Stan's bed," she told her. Denise, smiling, 
took over and pulled Anne to her. She kissed her, deeply, softly, 
passionately, and Anne felt her blood pounding.

Denise broke off the kiss and reached to open the door. She walked in 
and drew Anne, now on leaden feet, after her.

"Anne, we don't have to go any further, or do anything that you're 
unsure of. But I want you to know that I love you, I've loved you for a 
long time, and I think you're so beautiful it makes my heart ache."

Then Denise sat on the bed, pulling Anne to sit with her. They resumed 
their kiss, and now Denise's hands were roaming over Anne's body. When 
she felt fingers running over her nipples, defenceless inside her thin 
cotton top, she felt them harden and push back against the caress.

Greatly daring, she hesitantly began to run her own fingers over Denise, 
who purred into Anne's mouth as their tongues played with each other. 
Denise upped the ante as she reached for the hem of Anne's top with 
both hands and drew it up, breaking off the kissing for a moment. Anne's 
breasts, nipples fiercely proud and erect, were revealed to Denise's gaze 
for the first time.

This, Anne knew, was the irrevocable step. But then, she'd already 
committed herself, hadn't she? Anne, with trembling fingers, reached for 
the buttons on Denise's blouse, but fumbled them, so Denise took over 
and shrugged off the thin garment. Then she reached behind herself and 
undid the catch of her bra.

Both now topless, they resumed their makeout session. Anne pulled them 
to recline on the bed, and felt Denise's boobs against hers, gently, so 
gently embracing her, then tightening as it became clear that there would 
be no holding back.

Anne broke off the kiss for a moment to whisper in Denise's ear, "I fooled 
around a little at University with one of my roommates, but never more 
than that, Denise. You'll have to show me what to do."

"Don't worry, love. Just do what you feel like doing. Explore, find your 
limits, if you have any. Just don't be afraid, sweetheart. We'll go slow."

They resumed their kissing. Anne was delighted with the feeling of 
Denise's agile tongue and soft lips, and did her best to return the kiss in 
the same way. She was feeling more and more turned on and knew that 
her panties must be soaked.

She felt Denise push a thigh in between her own, and her pussy reacted 
to the pressure against it. She pushed her own thigh against Denise's 
pussy, and felt her react in the same way, moaning in to Anne's mouth.

Anne's skirt had ridden up with their movements. She felt Denise's hand 
travel down, past her navel, slipping over the material of her skirt and 
begin rubbing against her panties. She was right, the material was 
sopping. Anne kept her hands above Denise's waist for the moment, 
content to feel those wonderful tits that she'd been envious of. Denise 
swiped two fingers along the crease in the centre of Anne's womanhood, 
still hidden by the panties, and Anne knew she was lost; she wanted 
more, more, MORE!

She opened her legs to allow Denise better access, but Denise pulled her 
fingers up across her panty-covered pussy, slowly, tantalisingly, and then 
lifted her hand to her face, sniffing, tasting and said, "Mmmm. 
Wonderful." Anne closed her eyes, so she felt rather than saw Denise 
move and undo her skirt, felt her begin to remove the garment. Here was 
another  'go – no-go' moment. Anne lifted her hips. 

Anne opened her eyes to see Denise, smiling, pull the skirt away. She 
dropped it off the end of the bed and put her hands on Anne's hips, 
hooking her fingers into Anne's panties. They pulled away too, sticking 
for a moment to her wet pussy, and now Anne was naked with another 
woman.

Of course, that woman was only half naked, herself. For the moment, 
though, Anne was content to lie here, feeling Denise's glorious breasts 
against hers, running her hands over the smooth skin and kissing her 
lover.

Her lover. But she didn't fancy her own sex! But she did love Denise, and 
that was now an undeniable fact.

Anne reached down and, by touch, unfastened Denise's trousers. She 
rolled and pinned Denise to the bed for a moment, then sat up in order to 
remove them. Denise lay there, watching, as Anne, for the first time in 
her life, undressed another woman, and prepared to make love to her.

Finally both naked, they kissed some more, grinding their pussies against 
each other's thighs. Denise pulled her lips from Anne's and took over. 
She moved her head lower, licking and caressing Anne's smaller breasts, 
while her busy hands were lovingly feeling her thighs, her ass and finally, 
finally her pussy.

There was no need for penetration. Denise's skilled fingers softly stroked 
along the edges of Anne's labia, circling, swirling, caressing, spreading 
the copious moisture that they found there. 

Anne's mind was awash with sensation. Her hands were feebly moving, 
without coordination, over Denise's body as the redhead played her like a 
musical instrument. But Denise was in no rush, and she just kept Anne's 
arousal building.

Anne felt Denise move away for a moment, moving between her thighs. 
Then she felt Denise's tongue playing at her pussy lips, expertly playing 
with the soft, sensitive and very aroused flesh. "Oh, God! You're even 
better than Stan!"

Even Denise's laughter felt wonderful on Anne's pussy. "Girls know how, 
Anne!" she said, her voice slightly muffled.

Anne felt herself getting higher and higher, her body reacted 
automatically to Denise now, she'd lost the ability to direct her limbs. All 
Anne could do was feel, and suddenly she realised she was about to 
come…

Anne came back to awareness with Denise holding her, gently caressing 
her. "My, that looked a good one, Anne," she heard her lover say, softly. 
"I wanted to go further but you were obviously out of it."

"Mmmm," Anne replied. It was the best she could manage.

They lay together for a few more minutes. Anne rolled over to look 
Denise in the eye.

"That was amazing, Denise. Amazing," she said, dreamily.

Denise chuckled. "Thanks. You're very responsive, Anne. Thanks for 
letting me… letting me make love to you. I've been holding a lot back for 
a long time."

"Mmmm," Anne answered again. Something pricked at her mind. 'Ah, 
yes,' she thought.

"Denny, would you like me to…?"

Denise looked surprised, and pleased. "Hmm? Only if you want to, Anne. 
I'd like it, obviously, but only what you're comfortable with."

"Comfortable? Hah! I'm not comfortable with this at all, not yet. But I'll 
not leave you high and dry…"

Anne moved. She rested on her left elbow, facing Denise, and let her left 
hand gently caress the outside of Denise's breast. "Tell me what you like, 
Denny," she said.

"Well, I love it when you call me Denny, for a start," came the reply.

"After what you've just done to me 'Denise' sounds so formal," she said, 
with a chuckle. Her right hand now joined the left, lightly brushing 
Denise's breast in a circular motion. As Anne watched, Denise's nipples 
became even firmer. "I really love those tits," she told her, and Denise 
palmed Anne's smaller breast in return.

"These look wonderful, you know, Anne," she said, "and they won't sag 
like mine will. Already do, a little, in fact."

"Guys go for them bigger," Anne said, and licked at a nipple.

"Girls too, you know, but it's not all about size, Anne. Really, yours are 
beautiful. Sensitive, too."

"Mmmm, yes. Stan can make me come, a little one, just playing with 
them," Anne told her.

"He's a really good lover, isn't he?" Denise commented. "It's not what he 
does, or what he does it with, it's… I guess the love that he puts into it." 
Anne moved her right hand to Denise's other breast, playing with the 
nipple. "Ooh, I like that," she heard Denise tell her, and Anne took note 
while she licked and sucked one nipple and played with the other.

Anne was now half-crouched over Denise like a predator over her prey, 
working up the nerve to do what she knew she'd be doing in a moment.

"Ohhh, Stan's not the only one to do this with love, Anne," she heard.

Anne smiled, and found the confidence to move lower. Now, for the first 
time, she had a close up view of another woman's pussy. Even when she 
was fooling around with her roommate she'd never done this.

The air was redolent with Denise's arousal, her folds were damp, the red 
hair around her pussy trimmed but unshaven, making her labia appear 
even more pink. Denise spread her legs wider, revealing the pink interior 
to Anne's curious, excited gaze. She licked a finger and brushed over the 
delicate folds of flesh, drawing an intake of breath from Denise.

Anne watched in wonder, as Denise's pussy became slicker still. She 
placed a finger on the base of the flower before her and gently pushed, 
drawing it slowly up through the fold, then she pulled it back. She saw it 
oily slick with Denise's secretions, and licked it with the tip of her tongue 
once, before placing it in her mouth and tasting it properly.

"Hmm. Different to me, but nice," she told her lover.

"It tastes even better if you get it direct, Anne," she heard Denise urge 
and took the hint. Hesitantly at first she licked at the beautiful, fragrant 
flesh in front of her. Denise made appreciative noises, so Anne did it 
again. 'Denny's right,' she thought, then said aloud, "You do taste better 
this way, Denny." She heard Denise giggle.

'In for a penny…' Anne thought, and moved in a little closer, licking, 
sucking, probing. She did what she thought she'd like, as she couldn't 
remember just what Denise had done to her, but she did know what she 
liked Stan doing, and guessed that it would also please Denise. She let 
herself be guided by Denise's responses. She took a finger and inserted it 
into Denise's pussy, crooking, probing.

She felt the hollow inside, a little further in than she'd thought it would 
be, but the way Denise responded, bucking up hard against her, left no 
doubt. She kept up her ministrations, oral and manual, and felt Denise 
tense before coming, hard, her body straining and shaking.

She kept it up all through Denise's orgasm, which seemed to last a long 
time, or perhaps it was a series of shorter ones? Anne didn't know, but 
she knew that she should keep it going, her hand was cramped and the 
muscles in her face were desperately tired, but she kept at it until Denise 
pushed her away.

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They made love on into the late afternoon and evening, pausing for 
drinks and something to eat – other than each other. It was almost full 
dark outside and Anne was playing idly with Denise's long red hair. She 
said, "I guess I have to admit I'm not one hundred percent straight, 
then."

Denise laughed, a God's honest belly laugh. She wiped her eyes and said, 
"I think you could say that, Anne! How many hours have you just spent 
making love to a woman?"

Anne smiled in acknowledgment, but answered, "Not just 'a woman,' 
Denny. You."

They lay in silence a little longer and then Denise said, "I wanted this for 
so long, Anne. You have no idea."

Anne looked at her lover in the dim light, unable to make out details, 
filling them in from memory: Denise's bright eyes, her shining mouth, 
sensual, knowing, that wonderful hair.

"I've been denying it to myself for a long time, too, Denny. I almost 
made a move that day when you found me looking at houses on the net. 
Remember when Stan surprised us both?"

"Oh, God, yes. I almost thought you were going to move, then, myself, 
but couldn't believe it. You're very good at keeping your reactions to 
yourself, Anne."

They were quiet again for a while before Denny snuggled into Anne. They 
drifted off to sleep in the dark and quiet.

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Stan arrived home just after four in the morning, the first rays of 
sunshine already in his eyes, low over the horizon. He was tired, so very 
tired, but relieved, Hell, he was exultant! Unless something went wrong 
now, they had a contract to sell their devices… at a good price.

It seemed likely that they'd be able to go public on the Stock Exchange in 
the near future, which would net Ken and Sid a small fortune, and 
incidentally set Anne up pretty much for life, too. Even Denise and he 
would do very well, all things being equal. Even if that didn't happen, if 
Sid and Ken accepted one of the offers that'd been made to them to be 
bought out completely, they'd all make quite a lot of money.

Aware of the time, he quietly opened his door and crept in, silently 
getting ready, and crept into bed with the least amount of noise and 
disturbance. He was asleep within seconds of his head hitting the pillow.

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Stan woke up from the throes of an erotic dream. He had a hard, 
throbbing erection, and ruefully admitted to himself that that wasn't 
unusual, but what was, was that no one was there to take care of him 
this morning. He supposed his two partners had gone to their own homes 
last night. He glanced at the clock. It was just after ten in the morning.

Then he heard the noise, again. It sounded like Denise, in passion. He 
frowned; surely if she had found someone she'd have told him and Anne 
before letting anything develop? And surely, she'd be at her own house, 
not his?

Then her heard another voice, an unmistakeable one.

"Denny!" it cried.

Anne's voice.

"What the hell?" he said, aloud.

Stan got up, put a robe on and crept out of his room to the door into the 
spare. He listened at the door, and could hear noises, and soft voices 
from within, but couldn't quite make out what the noises were, or what 
was being said, if indeed it was words.

He opened the door a crack and looked in. The bed was sideways to the 
door, so he had a fair view. He saw Denise on top of another figure, her 
red hair between the other's thighs. At the other end he could make out 
blonde hair, but couldn't see the face.

But he knew. Anne and Denise.

He shut the door, quietly, and crept back to his room. The impact of what 
he'd just seen was hitting him.

He sat on the bed for a moment and then lay down, still in his robe. He'd 
never suspected this.

Stan was still tired, his thoughts were slow, foggy, unfocussed. Also 
fearful. 'How long has this been happening?' he wondered. 'That looked 
wonderful, but what happens to us all now?'

Stan lay back, his emotions churning, desperately tired yet, he was sure, 
unable to sleep. He kept seeing the same image, of Denise on top of 
Anne, red hair obscuring his view, but in his mind's eye he knew exactly 
what was happening. 'Now they've got each other, they won't want me, 
I'll bet,' he thought, muddily. 'Denise has found a woman, and it's Anne. 
She'll be better for her, I think. They'll be able to afford that house 
between them, and I can stay here. I'll be okay.'

But the tears he felt starting told the lie to that. Angry at himself he 
wiped his eyes on the sheet, shrugged off his robe and got into bed to try 
for some more sleep. Not that he was expecting anything…

Stan was dreaming. He saw Caron's eyes, felt her lips, her hands. He 
responded, loving his wife, his angel. She was telling him he had no need 
to fear, it was irrational. He felt a body in front of him, a pair of lips on 
his, and another body snuggled up, spooning with him, nuzzling his neck. 
He responded to the kiss in his dream, and felt hands, lots of hands, 
roaming over his body, bringing him to arousal. Then he realised he 
wasn't dreaming.

He opened one eye, to find Anne's beautiful face, framed by her blonde 
hair, now with darker roots showing.

"Hi, sleepyhead," she said.

"Anne?" he said, still fogged.

"Of course it's me, silly. Who'd you think it was, the Queen of Sheba?"

Stan noted the asperity in her voice, but he heard and recognised the 
giggle from behind him.

"He calls you his Princess. I've never heard him call you a Queen before, 
though."

So it was Denise behind him.

'Wait a minute…'

He twisted and sat up. He looked down at each of the wonderful women 
in bed with him.

"I saw you…" he said, not knowing how to continue.

"Oh! Dammit, we were going to surprise you," Denise said.

"I think we must have done that!" Anne told her, chuckling.

"You should have just come in and joined us, Stan."

"Obviously, Anne, but I didn't think of that. You threw me." 

Stan ran a hand over his face, trying to throw off the cobwebs of fatigue. 
He yawned mightily, then refocused on Anne.

"I, er, I thought you weren't interested in girls?"

"I wasn't. I'm still not sure about 'girls', but I love Denny."

"I love her, too, Stan. Very much."

"Just as much as we love you, Stan," Anne went on, seeing his face.

"Oh, God, you didn't think we'd abandon you, did you Stan?"

Denise poked him in the side. "You did, didn't you, you ninny. Not a 
hope. We love you just as much today as we did the day before, and the 
day before that. More, probably."

"It's just that we've acknowledged – well, I've acknowledged – that we 
can share our love for each other physically as well. I never thought it 
would happen, but it has."

"And I'm glad!" Denise said gaily.

"It makes us all equal, Stan. Instead of a Vee, our relationship becomes a 
true triangle. All equally shared," Anne said, eyes bright.

"It just needs one thing, Stan," Denise added.

"Hmm?" Stan said, almost dizzy at being double-teamed in this way.

"Consummation!" they both answered, laughing.

Anne leaned over and kissed him. The kiss went on, and deepened, and 
Stan responded. He felt Denise move, then felt her lips around his stiff 
cock. He decided he'd gone to heaven as Anne continued to kiss him, 
caressing his face, chest and shoulders while Denise gave him one of her 
expert blowjobs.

After a minute or two of this Denise stopped fellating him. Anne left off 
her kiss in order to watch as Denise swung over Stan's body and, taking 
his erection in one hand, gradually lowered herself, stopping for a 
moment to swipe the tip along her very wet and ready furrow before 
plunging down, impaling herself.

Anne watched as Denise began undulating her body, rubbing her clit 
against Stan's body as she moved. Stan joined in the rhythm moving 
with her, while Anne lay against his side, one hand moving over his 
chest.

"God, that looks incredible. She's beautiful like that, Stan, isn't she? I 
love watching her with you like this, it's an incredible turn-on."

"Oh. God. Do you. Do. This too, Anne?" Denise asked in staccato breaths 
as she moved with Stan.

"Mmm, yes she does, and it's wonderful to watch her as well," Stan 
managed. He noticed that Anne's hand was no longer rubbing his chest, 
but instead she was playing with herself, one moistened finger busily 
rubbing below while the other hand was playing with her breasts, 
stroking the slopes and pulling the nipples.

After a few minutes of this Anne could no longer contain herself. "Oh, 
Stan. Lick me!" she cried.

Anne swung her body over his and lowered her cunt, wet and fragrant 
onto his face. Stan tasted her. He loved to do this, but found that 
coordinating his thrusts into Denise with licking and sucking on Anne was 
difficult, requiring concentration he didn't have.

Denise was making happy sounds, as she was getting close by her own 
efforts, so Stan put his attention to Anne's wonderful pussy, poised over 
his mouth, grinding sometimes against his chin. He felt both of his lovers 
shift their balance, and noted a change in the noises coming from above 
him, but it took a moment or two for him to realise that Denise and Anne 
were kissing.

All this stimulation was too much for Denise, who shuddered on his cock, 
crying out, the sound muffled by Anne's mouth, and her thighs around 
Stan's ears. She lifted off him and lay next to Stan. Anne lifted off Stan's 
mouth and inserted Stan's erection into herself, duplicating much of 
Denise's movements.

Now it was Denise's turn to whisper into Stan's ear. "She's beautiful, isn't 
she, Stan. She tastes as good as she looks, as well." She nuzzled into his 
ear, and whispered some more, "Go on Stan, come in her. Push that rod 
as far as it'll go into her twat and squirt, Stan. She's begging you for it, 
look at her. She's so hot, look at the way her whole face and neck and 
the top of her breasts are so pink. She's going to come any second, Stan, 
go on, go for it. I want to lick your spunk out of her messy snatch and 
bring her off again while you watch, I bet that'll get you ready for action 
again, won't it, Stan?"

With Denise's whispered instructions curdling his brain Stan took a 
moment to realise that her prediction was correct, Anne's orgasm 
overtook her and she fell against him, shuddering and twitching. Her 
spasming pussy pulled the climax out of Stan and he grunted once, twice, 
three times and then lay back, totally spent.

Anne rolled off him, and Denise grinned at Stan. She surprised him by 
taking his cock, now wilting, into her hand and licking it clean of their 
combined juices.

"Oh my God, is there anything you won't do?" he heard Anne ask. 
Denise's reply of "Not much!" brought exhausted smiles from both of her 
lovers. Denise spent a moment examining the cock she held in her hand.

"Oh, dear, I think we killed it," she said, "But I bet I know how to bring it 
back to life."

She crawled over to Anne and gently urged her legs apart.

Denise carried out her promise to Stan, and it had the desired affects. 
Anne came twice more under Denise's expert tongue and fingers, and 
Stan found his erection returned, so he put it to good use, pounding into 
Denise as she licked, sucked and fingered Anne again.

Finally exhausted they fell together in Stan's bed, with Stan the very 
happy meat in a girl sandwich.

"Gonna have to get a bigger bed," Denise said, into the quiet after they'd 
got their breath back.

"You two are going to send me to an early grave," Stan answered.

"You'll die with a smile on your face and a permanent erection though, 
Stan," laughed Anne.

They were quiet a while longer.

"So, are we all happy with this development? Anne?" Stan asked.

"I think it's weird, but yes, Stan. Actually, that's a really good word. 
Bizarre, fantastic, destined. I think it's how we were meant to be."

"It's how I wanted us to be, I know that," Denise said, from his right 
shoulder. "I love you both so much and always wanted to express it 
physically, to both of you."

"Yes, but you're bi," Anne answered.

"So, my love, are you!" Denise answered, with a giggle. Stan smiled and 
said, "She's got a point, Anne."

Anne tipped her head on one side and considered for a moment. There 
was no denying it.

"True!"

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Note: Lyrics quoted are an excerpt from "Independent Love Song"  
performed by Scarlet and written by Cheryl Parker and Joe Youle. If you 
haven't heard of this short-lived duo, I urge you to do so!