Unexpected Proposal
Chapter Four: A Night of Passionate Desires
Jeanie was half asleep, half re-living the fuck that left her sore and so very tired. She was hugging a pillow, wishing it was a person, someone she could just hold in still silence, someone comforting. Her mind looped between calm and daydreaming of the mind-blowing sex she’d just had with John. She couldn’t help but smile at the memory—his hands roaming all over her body, those soft yet firm lips kissing every inch of her skin... the cold of the shower tiles biting her nipples and stomach. It was perfect. She had fucked for fucking sake in her life before, but this was somehow different. One night stands were an agreement of mutual brief pleasure, this was something completely different. So far it had been somehow even more raw, more as though she was the object of his pleasure, and she loved the feeling. She knew that he could not pretend emotional indifference for her much longer, and now that he had had his turn, Jeanie was wondering when Clara might alter their room and board deal a little further. Seving John might not be the only strenuous chore that Jeanie could use to earn her keep. Jeanie was rather looking forward to a girl’s night in; lusty yes, but loving and tender. Oh! Maybe she could ask Clara to alter their settings so that Clara had the same power over her than John had had. She was also looking forward to John showing her his passionate side... and maybe she could find a way to get herself stuck in between their incredible bodies before this trist was over. It had to end someday; Jeanie figured that Clara had only meant it as a joke, after all, but Jeanie figured she could milk it for quite some time. Not having to go out looking for a job was going to be a very nice break.
As Jeanie started to become aware of her surroundings again, she felt someone watching her from outside the bed, but Jeanie’s entire body and head were under the light sheet so all she could see was Clara’s blurred silhouette. She seemed to be admiring Jeanie, trying to imagine what was under the bed sheets. Jeanie knew what was under here... A head of tousled hair. Flushed cheeks and a deeply satisfied smile. “So,” Clara began slyly, “how was he?” She momentarily let the question hang there before continuing as if she had not asked it. The neighbors 5 doors down on each side could have answered that daft question. Jeanie hardly had a voice left after all her moaning, screaming, squealing, and heavy breathing. Clara climbed in under the sheets and next to Jeanie, setting herself up face to face with her best friend, who simply rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Clara’s dumb question.
Clara chuckled and cocked an eyebrow at her friend. “Well then, when do I get my turn making you cum that hard? I’m probably not supposed to be in competition with my own husband... but I might try anyway. I was going to let him tire of you, then let him show me exactly how much he still desires me... but I got curious and jealous. But oddly, I’m not jealous that you fucked him. I’m jealous that he had you first!” Clara suggested playfully, lightly stroking Jeanie’s arm. The touch sent a shiver down her spine despite herself.
“Clara,” Jeanie protested half-heartedly, “I’m just too tired; my nerve endings are fried, and I can hardly even feel the sheets.” But even as she spoke the words, her hands began drifting down Clara’s body, tracing lines across soft skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. She wanted company tonight—even if it meant distracting Clara. Jeanie was incredibly tired, but it was more emotional than physical. She had napped long enough; it was time for some fun.
As the words left her mouth, she could see the surprise and curiosity in Clara’s eyes. But despite the surprise, Clara eagerly leaned into Jeanie’s touch as it moved down her neckline and across her collarbone with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Jeanie watched carefully for any signs of discomfort or hesitation from her friend but saw none—only a quiet intensity mirrored her desires. Jeanie’s confidence was bolstered by the realization that Clara wanted her and that their chips were not controlling them now. Clara honestly wanted to be enjoyed by Jeanie. But then a darker smile crossed her lips as she realized that this play might actually be the chip afterall and, therefore, John’s doing. Consciously? Subconsciously? Surely John wanted his two lovers to fuck each other. Surely the computer would be relaying that desire to the women, but Jeanie suspected that they would have come to this on their own. Surely, he also wanted to join them. But, for now.
She started by tracing the line where Clara’s neck met her shoulders, feeling the pulse beneath the skin as it quickened with each stroke of her fingers. She could see Clara’s eyes flutter shut and heard her soft moan as Jeanie moved to circle one nipple then another with a fingertip, watching them harden under her touch. Jeanie explored her friend’s nipples for the first time, taking in the strange feeling of stiffness under the skin due to Clara’s barbell nipple piercings. Jeanie longed for such constant reminders of her own sexuality. Maybe sometime during this madness, she would get herself a clit piercing to commemorate, then let the couple test drive it for her.
With every inch she explored, every curve she discovered anew, Jeanie felt herself growing more aroused, but it was a passing, tired thing. The thrill of pleasing Clara while also controlling the situation was intoxicating, though; it made her feel powerful and desired in a very different way than John had.
She continued southward, tracing long lines down Clara’s stomach with one hand while using the other to tease at her navel. Clara didn’t seem to need any warming up. Her body was leaning into every touch, pressing harder into each pleasure, not shying away as if she needed some time to get going. When Jeanie’s fingertip slipped between Clara’s pussy lips and found her moistened clit, the sensation sent shivers through both women—Jeanie could see the goosebumps forming on Clara’s skin as well as feel them rising against her own fingertips.
Clara tried several times to reciprocate, leaning in for kisses or attempting to touch Jeanie’s back. Jeanie relished the kisses, but each time Clara tried to touch Jeanie, Jeanie would gently push her away and subtly reminded her that this was about pleasing Clara—not necessarily a fair exchange of pleasure. Clara protested lightly at first, then more insistently as the intensity grew between them; however, Jeanie remained steadfast in her mission to make Clara cum harder than she ever had before. Eventually Clara got the hint and leaned back, relaxing into the bed and letting her friend continue. Her body was not totally relaxed, though. It was still pressing back up into every sensual, pleasing touch. Her knees spread wide, her arms at her side. Jeanie had full access to everything she needed to rock Clara’s world and tell the whole neighborhood that Player 2 had entered the game.
Inside, Jeanie was on fire with smoldering desire—she wanted nothing more than to feel Clara’s hands and lips all over her body, too, but for now, it was enough just being close to someone who cared about her so much. And besides, there would be plenty of time later for reciprocation...
As Jeanie continued tracing delicate patterns along the inside of Clara’s thighs to distract her from the finger exploring lightly between Clara’s swollen, wet lips, she couldn’t help but wonder if John would hear them from downstairs—and what his reaction might be when he came upstairs to discover two naked women entwined in each other’s arms. Two women he could control with just a passing desire and thought, two women who had already proven to be pliable partners. She hoped that seeing how much they wanted one another would only serve to heighten his own arousal and make him want to join them even more than before. She also hoped that he would either fuck Clara and be content tonight or wait til morning. Jeanie was tired and didn’t know how much more stuffing her tummy could take.
The thought of John’s huge cock sent a shiver down Jeanie’s spine, causing her hand to press much harder against Clara’s clit, eliciting the best moan yet. Clara was more than ready. She could feel Clara tensing beneath her touch, anticipating what was coming next. Still, instead of plunging directly into pleasure like so many men might have done, Jeanie decided to take things slow—drawing out each moment with exquisite precision until both women were panting and begging for release.
She could see the desperation in Clara’s eyes now—a hunger that mirrored her own as she watched intently from between those splayed legs, waiting eagerly for the right moment to strike... Jeanie planned to earn Clara’s screaming orgasm through careful, slow passion, teasing pauses, and naughty denial, not finger pressure and finger fucking, though that would come soon enough. Clara would cum soon enough.
As the air grew thick with anticipation, Jeanie could see how much it affected Clara—her breaths were shallow and quickening as she watched every movement of Jeanie’s hand, wondering what would come next. The slow tease had become almost torturous for both women; they knew that their passion could not remain contained forever, but neither wished to rush the experience.
Jeanie let her fingers glide along Clara’s inner thighs once more before slipping them back between those soaked folds, feeling how swollen and sensitive everything had become under her touch. She began stroking gently at first—drawing slow lazy circles around Clara’s clit that made the other woman arch off the bed with a cry of pleasure.
Jeanie continued this dance for what felt like hours, though it was not—teasingly pulling away whenever it seemed as though Clara might be getting too close to her climax, only to dive back in and plunge them deeper into their shared desire moments later. It was clear that Clara was struggling not to take control of the situation herself; she desperately wanted to return some measure of pleasure, but every time she tried, Jeanie stopped her gently yet firmly with a kiss or an encouraging smile.
It wasn’t long before both women were panting heavily—their bodies slick with sweat as they writhed together on the bed. The air was filled with the sounds of wet skin sliding against each other and ragged breaths punctuated by occasional gasps of pleasure from Clara’s lips whenever Jeanie’s fingers found just the right spot.
Jeanie knew that she could not hold out much longer herself—her own arousal had reached almost unbearable levels as she watched her friend squirm beneath her touch. However, she forced herself to maintain control over the situation. She wanted more than anything to make Clara cum so hard that it would echo through every corner of the house and draw John’s attention like a moth to a flame—but not just yet...
Clara’s moans were growing louder now, her body arching up off the bed with each stroke of Jeanie’s hand. It was clear that she was getting closer and closer to her breaking point—every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating outwards from between her legs until they enveloped both women in a shared haze of desire.
Jeanie could feel the tension building within Clara, her muscles tensing as if preparing for flight, even though she knew there was nowhere left to run. And then finally—when it seemed like neither woman could take another second without shattering into pieces—Jeanie plunged her fingers deep inside Clara’s slick pussy and began stroking firmly against that swollen bundle of nerves hidden within.
Clara screamed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, washing away all thoughts except for the raw ecstasy coursing through every inch of her body. She bucked wildly beneath Jeanie’s touch—lost in a sea of intense sensations that threatened to consume her entirely. And still, even now, Jeanie refused to let up—maintaining an unrelenting pace that drove Clara higher and higher until it seemed like she might burst apart at the seams...
And then, finally—just when it felt as though neither woman could bear another moment—the world around them shattered into a million shining, glittering fragments of pleasure. Jeanie felt Clara’s pussy clamp down hard around her fingers, pulsing wildly with each wave of orgasm that washed over her body like a tidal wave.
For several long moments, neither woman moved—both content to simply lie there and bask in the afterglow of their shared passion. It wasn’t until they heard footsteps approaching down the hall that reality began to set back in; Jeanie quickly removed her hand from between Clara’s legs and reached up to wipe away any traces of what had just transpired before either woman could react...
But even as John entered the room, his eyes were wide with pleased shock at seeing two women so disheveled on his bed, and it was clear that he understood exactly what had taken place.
Jeanie had felt John enter the room before she saw him. Without thinking, Jeanie grappled Clara’s limp, huffing body and flipped over with a quickness that surprised both of them. This quick flip haunted Clara up on top of her where her arms fell down around Jeanie’s chest and legs fell down around Jeanie’s thighs, their bodies now pressed so close together. It was like they were meant for this moment—two halves becoming one whole under the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the bedroom window. In the tussle the sheets had flown wide exposing both women to the chill air. Jeanie’s body, nothing much more than a kick stand for Clara’s incredible ass that was now wonderfully presented in the moonlight for her husband’s admiration and use.
Jeanie kissed Clara so passionately that she didn’t seem to notice John’s presence. And then there was John; chucking clothing in all directions, speed stripping to join them in bed, Jeanie wondered at how he could possibly be this hard again. But, as if drawn by some magnetic force, Jeanie’s gaze locked onto his glorious member, her breath hitching involuntarily at the sight of him standing there so proudly before her. She only needed to distract Clara for a moment longer. Luckily their tongues were lost in each other, so Clara didn’t notice the pressure on the mattress as John lined up.
Before John could descend upon them, and the opportunity would be lost, Jeanie pressed hard to get one of her hands down between their sexes. She immediately attacked Clara’s clit. This odd positioning of Jeanie’s had had two effects. First, it pushed Clara’s ass up into the air a bit more and rotated her hips, offering John what could only be called ‘exceptional access.’ And two it distracted Clara further.
She felt Clara squirm above her, no doubt reacting to the sudden change in position and the unexpected addition to their intimate affair. But instead of protesting or trying to push away from Jeanie, Clara simply wrapped one arm around her friend’s neck and pulled her close intensifying their already passionate kiss.
Their naked bodies slid together easily now, as if the heat between them had melted any lingering inhibitions or resistance. Jeanie felt Clara’s body tighten as John slid into her from behind, his cock filling her up so completely that she could scarcely breathe. With each thrust, he drove deeper still, eliciting gasps and moans from both women as they struggled to keep pace with him—their bodies moving in perfect syncopation despite the shocking turn of events. The sweat and motion caused Clara’s body to slip up and down Jeanie’s slightly and their nipples danced around each other in a complicated pattern. Jeane could feel Clara’s nipple piercings massaging her own unpierced nipples.
Clara let out a low whimper when Jeanie’s fingers found the rhythm that let her press harder and more expertly into Clara’s clit, massaging it gently at first but then applying more pressure until she felt the other woman arch up further against her husband’s cock thrusts. This forced Clara to open even wider for John, allowing him to plunge into her with greater force. And oh how he took advantage of that opportunity!
Jeanie could see the pleasure etched onto Clara’s face as her friend begged out loud for more—begging him to fuck her harder, to cum in her, to make her cum on his cock.
As Jeanie felt John pump into Clara with unrelenting vigor, she couldn’t help but feel proud of the way he must be feeling about Clara right now. Jeanie knew that Clara—maybe for the first time in her marriage—was getting to feel the full force of John’s true desire for his wife thanks to the chip. Jeanie could feel tears coursing down her cheeks and they were not her own.
And so Jeanie continued rubbing Clara’s clit with one hand while the other reached around the back of Clara’s head to hold her mouth firmly to hers whenever Clara was not crying out or begging like a fucking cum slut. She could sense Clara’s orgasm building, threatening to be a tidal wave when it hit.
Jeanie knew when it happened when she felt Clara stop breathing completely and her lips stopped kissing even though their lips remained locked together frozen in bliss.
Without warning, Clara’s body went completely limp from pleasure and exhaustion. Jeanie wondered if she had ever experienced such an orgasm as Clara was experiencing, but she could tell that it was intense.
John, though, seemed distracted. His body was going rigid while fighting to continue its pounding. If he didn’t die of a heart attack first, his orgasm would be one for the records. He was probably fighting his body’s sapped resources and lack of cum, which seemed to be extending his orgasm well beyond that of normal male orgasm, and maybe intensifying it.
Jeanie’s wrist, having been pressed hard down into her own sex while she has been fingering Clara’s clit, had been building some unexpected pleasure. And with John pressing down so hard, trying to eak out his own finality Jeanie was feeling quite wet and warm. Clara had probably had enough anyway, so Jeanie flipped her hand over and allowed herself some direct attention, and maybe another release, this time with two lovers.
Jeanie rubbed her own clit vigorously, her breath catching and hitching and the tension within her body was building. She got into a rhythm with Clara/John so that every third time she stoked her clit Clara’s body would come smashing down into her wrist and make her touch her clit just about too hard, but the knowledge that it was John’s fucking that was doing it made the pain become a raw sore pleasure. Jeanie could not breathe and kiss any more, between the weight above her and her own pending orgasm. So, she grabbed a handful of Clara’s hair and pulled her face down to the side of her head. John managed to reach his face forward and give Jeanie one awkward kiss, but soon was back at his station fucking away at his wife’s presented sex.
Jeanie had meant to whisper sweet soft nothings in Clara’s ear as she allowed herself to cum, but instead she could only muster short moans staccatoed and ragged breaths from the pressure waves of pounding that were surging through her own body from above. She would have told Clara that she loved her, and to thank her for this experience, and to thank her for the use of Clara’s husband’s glorious cock, but nothing much more than breathy moans and hisps of air filled Clara’s ear from below. From above, John’s grunting came to an end and he held his breath, probably cuming. Jeanie could tell this by the way his body was so tense, pressing down as hard as gravity would allow him, holding his cock as deep in his wife as he had probably ever been.