The Girlfriend’s Anticipation of Intimate Moments with Her Friend’s Boyfriend

As we waited for Sherry to arrive, the anticipation was palpable. I couldn’t help but think about the previous meeting and the promise of Toby bringing Sherry to a shaking orgasm. Vanessa reported that Sherry had called, running late, and I wondered if she was having second thoughts.

“Sherry may be having second thoughts,” Vanessa said, “but her body will take care of things and tell her what to do.” She was right, of course. The knock on the door brought Sherry in, her skimpy dress a tantalizing promise of the excitement to come. “I stopped for some special snacks and a bottle of wine,” she said, smiling brightly.

“I brought Toby some biscuits,” she said, handing them over to him. He took them eagerly, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her dress clung to her curves. “He has such pretty eyes,” she said, smiling up at Toby. “To go with his other parts,” I added, winking at her.

Sherry poured the wine, and we chatted and laughed, the tension building between us. Vanessa moved things along, patting Sherry’s leg and saying, “We’re talking about you, you poor doggie.” Toby looked up, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, and began to lick her calf.

“Toby, you are a naughty dog, don’t you know that?” Vanessa said, smiling at us. “You’re just like Sherry’s boyfriend at the drive-in, very naughty.” Sherry laughed, and I knew we were getting to her.

“I’ve thought a lot about last Friday and what I did,” Sherry said, her voice hesitant. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong.” I leaned across and patted her hand. “It also felt good,” I said, smiling at her.

Vanessa poured us another round of wine, and we chatted and laughed, the tension building between us. I could see Sherry’s mind resisting, and her body consenting, both at work on the scene. She was thinking of Toby’s tongue licking her, and her body was remembering how naughty and good it was.

“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” I said, smiling at Toby. Vanessa nodded, her eyes fixed on Toby’s face. “Phyllis, he’s making me really hot. Do you mind if I…?” She trailed off, and Sherry nodded.

Vanessa opened her legs, and Toby licked up under her dress. She laid back her head, her dress moving on top of Toby’s head. We couldn’t see under her dress, but we knew. I looked at Sherry, who smiled and had more wine. I took her hand, and she squeezed it tight.

“I’ve had boyfriends who didn’t do to me what Toby does,” I said, smiling at her. “It’s so wrong it’s good.” Sherry nodded, her eyes fixed on mine. The scene was arousing her, breaking down her qualms.

I leaned across and lifted Vanessa’s dress to her waist. Toby was at full tongue, licking her cunt. “God! Oh!” Vanessa exclaimed, squirming and grabbing Sherry’s hand. “He licks me…so…good…God! Toby you are one naughty dog and so…good.”

Sherry reached and smoothed her hand over Vanessa’s tummy, petting the hairs on her cunt. Toby licked between her fingers, and she petted his head in encouragement. “Oh…oh,” Vanessa said, her eyes closed, her head back, legs splayed and inviting.

I was hot and wet, opened my legs, lifted my dress to my waist, and squeezed Sherry’s other hand. We were giving Sherry a double…triple…dose of sexuality. After a brief time, I peeked over at the two of them. Sherry had released my hand and was also busy with herself.

“It’s okay,” I said, smiling at her. Vanessa was having a serious orgasm, but now she was cooling and looking at Sherry, asking her in silence…was it wrong? If it was, it was wrong and really good. I was still fingering myself and lifted Sherry’s dress.

She was naked! I smoothed her tummy and her pretty blond cunt hairs. She looked at me, saying, “That feels good.” I giggled and said, “It’s only the three of us, and I know what feels really good.”

Sherry laid back, closed her eyes, and let me stroke and stroke. She was wet, and I slipped my fingers into her slit. “You’re a very wet girl,” I said, smiling at her. Toby was sitting next to us, and I looked at him.

“Scoot down more,” I said, and she did, her cunt at the edge of the couch and Toby frantic, dancing on his hind legs. “He’s…so…good…I’m close again,” she said, her body taking control of her.

I nudged her down to the floor, and she was under my control without questioning, only feeling that ache and need for release. Then I helped her lift onto the couch, face down, ass presenting to sweet doggie Toby who was again licking at Sherry…shivering, convulsing Sherry…the wine and her body and human desire took over and was in total control.

Toby took his cue and climbed astride, mounting her little wet body. “Phyllis,” she said, “what?” “Just be still,” I said, “it’s just us girls.” Toby and I were a team, and now his cock was at her cunt…I rubbed it along her lips, and Sherry flinched and then held very still.

“He’s inside now, just relax,” I said, petting her back with one hand. Sherry let out her breath, mumbling a last gasp of resistance to the inevitable, “it’s not…not okay.”

Toby’s thrusts had become more insistent, and Sherry’s voice was laced with excitement as she whispered, “He’s so big.”

“Oh God, he’s deep and hot and…oh fuck!” she exclaimed, her breath catching in her throat.

“Oh Toby…unh…he’s so…deep…he’s…fuck me!” she implored, her words tumbling out in a rush of desire.

Sherry’s body began to lift with each stroke, her sweat-glistened skin glowing in the dim light as she let out a guttural cry of lust.

Toby’s pace quickened, and Sherry’s cries grew more desperate, her body shaking with each thrust until finally, she stilled, her breath catching in her chest.

Toby stilled, his cock slipping out of Sherry’s body as he released a stream of cum, which flowed out of her, hot and pulsing.

Vanessa and I stepped forward, petting Sherry’s back, covering her with her dress as she slowly came back to herself, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

“Enough…enough…” Sherry whispered, her voice barely audible, “I’m…I’m finished. He’s got to stop. I can’t take any more.”

I pushed gently on Toby’s chest, and he slid out of Sherry’s body, his cum pooling at her entrance.

Vanessa handed me a damp towel, and I gently wiped Sherry’s legs clean, trying not to disturb her still-shaking body.

Finally, Sherry spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve never felt anything like that, Phyllis. I’ve never cum so hard.”

I helped her up, and she sat on the couch, collapsing back into the cushions, her head lolling against my chest.

“You knew what was going to happen, didn’t you?” she whispered, her eyes glinting with a mixture of excitement and fear.

“It’s our secret,” I said, my voice low and soothing.

Sherry snuggled into me, her eyes drifting closed as she drifted off to sleep, a soft smile on her face.

I looked over at Vanessa, who was watching me with a knowing smile.

We exchanged a glance, and I knew that Sherry was now a full member of our little Le Club Taboo.

Toby, oblivious to the significance of the moment, was busy licking his own penis clean, the sweet residue of Sherry’s cum dripping from his lips.

Vanessa handed me another towel, and I gently wiped Sherry’s legs clean, trying not to disturb her still-tranquil body.

Sherry’s voice was barely audible as she whispered, “It’s a one time thing, huh, Phyllis?”

“I’m afraid so, sweetie,” I said, smiling down at her.

But Sherry’s response was not what I expected: “I hope not,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open, a glint of determination in their depths.