Chapter 10
The alarm went off in the morning and Jake hit it. I moved around and felt something at my feet. I looked down and saw Chrissy just getting up at the foot of the bed.
"Is there any way that I can serve you this morning?" Chrissy asked.
"Yes, please help Jake in the shower this morning," I told her. "Wash him with your body, and send him off to work remembering you."
"Yes, Claire," she said with a smile. I got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. When I had three cups done, I put them on a tray and carried them upstairs. I went into the bathroom and I watched as Jake fucked Chrissy's face as she knelt at his feet, the water flowing over both of them. Jake stiffened and groaned, and I saw Chrissy swallowing.
When they were done, I said, "Coffee's up." Jake smiled at me as he helped Chrissy up. They came out of the shower and I wrapped a towel around each of them. We all helped each other wipe off. Chrissy picked up her coffee and we both watched Jake dress. Jake guzzled his, then we both walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye. He looked at both of us, still nude, and shook his head, then left for work.
I dragged Chrissy into the living room and sat her on the couch. "I just wanted to say thank you for last night," I told her. "It was eye-opening, and wonderful. You helped me over some major issues."
"It was my duty to my Mistress," she told me, "but it was also my pleasure. You were wonderful as well, and the way that you had your husband spank me!" She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered. "Mistress couldn't have done it better. I guess that Master is right, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Me like Becky?" I exclaimed. "Not likely! She is much more in control!"
Chrissy leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "I think that you don't give yourself enough credit. If Mistress ever tires of me, I think I'll come see if you're willing to take me!"
I looked at her in shock, and she winked to show me that she was kidding. I think.
"I guess we'd better get dressed so that I can take you home," I told her.
"I'll just call for a car, I don't want to make you go into the city," she replied. Then she added, "Of course, if there is any service that I can provide first, I would be thrilled to do so!"
"Um, I think that I am quite satiated, thank you," I said with a smile. "You were wonderful though."
"Thank you, Mistress," she said with a blush, and I didn't correct her.
After Chrissy's car picked her up, I sat down and thought about what to do with Amy. I knew the answer, it would just be hard to do. Nevertheless, I called her up and told her I'd be over later in the afternoon to talk.
Just before I walked out the door, a thought occurred to me, and I reached under my dress and pulled off my panties. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought.
When I arrived at Amy's she asked, "So what's up? It seemed like you had something on your mind."
"I do," I told her as I sat down across the table from her. And then I stopped talking. This was really hard!
"Yes?" she asked.
"OK," I sighed. "Look, I've been your friend for years, decades even. You are my best friend in the whole world. I don't want to mess that up."
She looked concerned. "Have we messed that up?"
"Not yet," I told her, "but I'm afraid that we will, and I want to avoid that. I talked with a very wise woman, and the she told me that the key to everything is open and honest communications, setting expectations and limits, and understanding what each of us want."
"A very wise woman?" she asked.
"Becky," I replied.
"Ahhh," she said. "So the key is communications?"
"Amy, admit it," I said. "Things have changed between us. A month ago, you never would have thought about having me prep you to have sex with your husband!"
"Too much?" she asked, regretfully.
"Actually, no," I told her. She looked surprised. "But if we were to continue, I'm sure one time it would be. Let's lay our cards on the table. Over the last few weeks, I've been exploring my submissive side, and you've been taking full advantage of that, right?"
"I guess," she said. "I probably shouldn't have pushed you."
"Well, I have to admit that I've enjoyed it," I said. "But we have to decide what our relationship is going to be. Frankly, as much as I enjoyed serving you like that, I don't want to mess up the friendship that we already have. I really love just talking to you about everything, going shopping with you, hanging out; I don't think we can keep doing it unless we define things better."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"I don't know," I told her honestly. "As I see it, there are three possible ways to go. First, revert back to the way we were. Second, I could submit to you completely. Third, we could try and come up with a happy medium."
"Submit to me completely?" she asked, a tinge of excitement in her voice.
"If I chose to do that, and you chose to accept it, then it would define a relationship much like Becky and Chrissy, or perhaps Jake and me," I told her.
"You and Jake?" she asked. "Do you mean you've become submissive to Jake?"
"I have," I replied.
"Ooooo, tell me all about it," she demanded.
"Later," I said. "I want to discuss us first. If we do that, then I don't think our friendship would be the same."
She looked at me intently for a few moments, then she said, "I've had fun dominating you, but I wouldn't want that to replace our friendship."
"I'm glad to hear that, because that's the way that I feel as well," I told her. "That leaves us two choices; going back to the way we were, or figuring something out in the middle."
"What could we do in the middle?" she asked.
"Once again, words of wisdom from Becky," I said. "She suggested that perhaps we remain friends as usual, but if you call me Marie, then I would submit."
She looked at me again. "Do you really want to submit?" she asked quietly.
I looked down at the floor and said, "I think that I do."
"Well then, Marie," she said. "Take off your dress, sit down, and tell me what's happened to you since that dinner."
I looked at her, and she was smirking at me. The smirk dropped when I pulled my dress over my head and she saw that all that I was wearing was my bra. I sat down and said, "Ready for my story?"
She nodded her head and licked her lips nervously.
I launched into my tale, and I have to say that I got quite wet as I related everything that happened, from the dinner with our kids to Amy's last massage. "That's when I decided to talk to Becky. She had just gotten back, but she would probably understand better than anyone my conflicted feelings. She helped lay out the three problems that I had. First, I hadn't worked out parameters with Jake. I've since started taking care of that, and we'll soon finish it up. The second was that I hadn't discussed things with you, so we were setting ourselves up to either have you cross a line that I didn't want crossed, or for me to refuse something and have you angry at me. I'd like to think that we are on the way to solving that, which reminds me... If I am going to be Marie to you, I want a safeword to let you know when you've gone too far."
"Why don't you just say, 'Claire wouldn't like that, '" Amy suggested. "Then I'll know to stop."
"I like that," I said smiling.
We stared at each other with silly, happy grins on our faces for a minute. Finally, Amy said, "First, lose the bra, then you can tell me what the third problem you had was."
I pulled the bra off and sat naked in front of my best friend. I told her, "The third problem was that I wasn't sure if I would like being with another woman. I solved that by borrowing Chrissy. She was at my house last night, and in addition to having her please Jake, she taught me what it is like to be with a woman."
"And did you enjoy it," Amy asked breathily.
"Very much," I said quietly. Then I dropped my eyes and bowed my head submissively.
"Come upstairs with me, Marie" she said.
We went to her room and she turned around to face me as she stripped all her clothes off. She lay face down in the center of the bed and said, "I enjoyed your massage last time, Marie. Do it again."
This time, I straddled her bare ass. As I massaged her, she pushed her ass up, smearing it with the moisture coming out of my leaky pussy. I followed the same route as last time, intentionally avoiding anything more private than her ass. Finally, she flipped over, and after I had done her feet and legs and teased her thighs, she said, "Marie!"
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"I want you to very gently run your tongue through my pussy," she told me. I shuddered, and I realized we were now taking it to the next step. I did as she asked, and ran my tongue, every so softly, through her pussy. She tasted different than Chrissy, but just as good.
I was still doing it gently when we heard Jim come in downstairs. "Where are you honey?" he called.
I was going to pull away when Amy pulled my face hard into her pussy and rubbed it around. "I'm in our bedroom, Jim. Can you come up here now?"
I thought about the position that I was in. I was kneeling between Amy's legs, my ass in the air and facing the door, the first thing that Jim would see when he walked into the room. As we heard Jim mount the stairs, I was thinking about whether I should say anything. Amy pulled my head up by my hair and said, "Marie, quickly get into the closet. Stay completely silent and watch my husband fuck me." She pushed me off the bed and I ran to comply.
I had just made it into the closet when Jim walked into the room to see his wife, naked and open, playing with herself on the bed in front of him. "Jim," Amy said. "If you don't want to be in the doghouse for a very long time, get your clothes off this instant and fuck your wife hard!"
Jim didn't look like he wanted to complain as he quickly pulled his clothes off. In a few seconds I saw the first cock other than Jake's that I had seen in over twenty years.
"What's gotten into you?" Jim asked.
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," Amy said. "Just stick that lovely cock in me and start fucking!"
I guess he must have been used to Amy's antics, because he simply obeyed, shoving his cock root deep in one thrust. I watched as he pounded her, and after just a few minutes she looked over at me and screamed, "I'm cumming!"
After she came, she slowed Jim down. He had not cum yet, and she made him take long, easy strokes as she kissed and hugged him. Then she started talking to him. "Do you think that Claire is sexy?" she asked.
"What is this about?" Jim asked.
"Just a simple question," she replied. "Do you think that she is sexy? Have you ever thought about fucking her?"
Jim laughed heartily, which I could tell that the impaled Amy enjoyed. "Of course I've though about fucking her. She's an attractive woman! All men think about fucking every attractive woman that they see!"
"If you had the chance, would you?" she asked.
"I would never cheat on you," he said, kissing Amy, "and I would never hurt Jake like that!"
"But it's fun to imagine, isn't it?" Amy asked.
"Sometimes," he said.
"Then pretend that I am Claire," Amy said. "Close your eyes and picture Claire under you. Jake sent her over and told you that you could fuck her however you'd like. I'm standing in the closet, watching you fuck her, just like I asked you to."
My pussy was dripping at the picture that Amy was painting. Amy started talking again, but she pitched her voice and changed her tone to match mine. "Oh God, Jim! I'm so glad that Jake gave me to you for tonight! I've always wanted to fuck you, and when Amy said it was OK, I couldn't wait! Please, Jim, fuck my wet pussy!"
Jim smiled and started thrusting harder. "Tell me how good my pussy feels to you, Jim. I want to hear you say how you love little Claire's pussy! Tell me how I can make you feel better!"
Jim got into the game, saying, "Oh yeah, Claire, you are one hot piece of ass! Your pussy is so tight. Jake was a fool to let anyone use his pussy!"
"Oh, but he did!" Amy continued. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck your wife's best friend's pussy! Cum in my pussy!"
"I'm going to!" Jim said, panting. "I'm going to cum in my best friend's wife's pussy! I'm going to cum now!" I saw his ass squeeze together as he thrust deeply and spurted into her. Soon he collapsed on her.
Amy held Jim but was looking at me as she asked him, "How was it, fucking my best friend?"
"Great!" Jim replied. "Her pussy is much tighter than yours!"
Amy smacked the side of his head, but laughed at him. "Go clean up and get me a wet washcloth too!"
Jim laughed as he headed to the bathroom. Amy stood up and walked to the closet. As she reached me, she ran her hand up her thigh and into her pussy, pulling it out with a mixed cocktail of hers and Jim's cum. She held it to my mouth and I sucked the juices off.
"Listen Little Marie," she whispered. "Get your sexy ass out of this house before I give you to Jim. Go home, strip off, and kneel by the door with your legs spread. When Jake comes home, tell him you are a present from me, then attack him! Now go!" She grabbed my head, thrust her tongue in my mouth, then spanked my ass and pushed my out of the bedroom. She closed the door just as I heard Jim come out of the bathroom. I scampered downstairs, threw my dress over my head, and headed out of the house to follow her instructions.