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They humped and they dumped. They kissed for some time, and finally Max removed his appendages from inside Hannah and lay beside her. He held her and their mixed cum seeped out of her and puddled on the bed.

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After the bachelorette party, Ella and Carly were back at Carly’s place. And like Hannah and Max back at Hannah’s house, they talked about some private, personal, unexpected things.

“I still can’t believe what we did,” Ella said.

“Forget it. Just some wild, crazy fun. It doesn’t mean anything,” Carly said.

“I don’t know. It’s weird. It’s like it wasn’t even me doing it. It just happened.”

“Our secret.”

They were sitting on the wicker sofa on the back porch having a glass of wine, which they both knew they probably didn’t need.

“Should I call off the wedding?” Ella asked.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous! You’d piss off a lot of people if you did that.”

“But I cheated.”

“Come on, Ella. If everybody who got a little something at their bachelor or bachelorette parties called off their weddings, nobody’d ever get married.” 

“Really? You think so?”

“Sure. You ever watch porn?”

“Yeah. We watch it sometimes.”

“Do you talk about it? Fantasize?”

“Yeah.”

“So, think of it as virtual porn. You sucked a cock. So what? It doesn’t change how you feel about Max, does it?”

“No.”

Carly poured more wine for both of them. She sipped and held her glass up in salute, then put it down.

“I don’t want to make another toast, there have been enough of those tonight,” she said. “But, can I show you something?”

“Sure,” Ella said.

“Okay, good. Close your eyes.” 

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Ella chuckled and shrugged, then closed her eyes. Carly slid a little closer, took a deep breath, and pressed her lips against Ella’s and kissed her, and held it for a long moment. Ella opened her eyes in surprise but Carly’s were closed. They parted, but only for a second. Carly went back for another, and Ella was ready. This second kiss was longer, deeper, and open-mouthed. When they separated Carly had a smile on her face.

“Wow,” Ella said. “Where did that come from?”

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. I wanted to, and I thought you’d like to too, but I wasn’t sure.”

“I liked.”

“I could tell. Can I be completely honest with you?”

“Sure,” Ella said.

“When Max first introduced you to my family, to me, I knew he’d hit the jackpot. I knew you were a thoroughbred and a class act, were attractive and would be good for him. I think I loved you right away. We all did.”

“Thank you, Carly, that’s so…”

“Shh,” Carly said. “Let me finish.” She took another gulp of wine. “What I want you to know is, that I was also very jealous.”

“Jealous? Why? Because I was taking your brother away…”

“No!” Carly barked. She took Ella’s hand in hers. “That’s not why. I was jealous because he was fucking you, and I wasn’t.”

Their eyes were moist globes, locked in. Then, after a few seconds of dead air, it was Ella who initiated the kiss. She opened her arms and Carly was immediately inside them. Their lips met and opened and they were suddenly sucking tongues. They made out like teen lovers, wet and hot and sloppy, and their hands probed over each other, and soon buttons were unbuttoned and zippers unzipped, and despite the fact that in about sixteen hours Ella would be marrying Carly’s brother, tonight would be Ladies Night.

“God, I want you so bad,” Carly croaked.

“Me too,” Ella said. It had been a long time since she’d had a taste of pussy, but she would be eating Carly’s tonight.

They made their way to Carly’s bedroom, undressed each other, and fell naked together onto the bed.

They lay there kissing for a long time while their hands wandered over every reachable nook and cranny of their bodies. Carly’s lips found Ella’s aroused breasts and her fingers slipped inside her soppy gash. She moved downward.

“I’ve dreamed about eating your pussy for a long time,” she said, licking her fingers.

“Wait,” Ella said.

She pivoted her naked body around so they pointed in opposite directions and they both had a head between their legs. Their first sex would be a sixty-nine. They didn’t hesitate. Both buried their faces into wet cunt.

The slurp fest that followed took time as they zealously, and not quietly, licked lips and kissed clits. They moaned and groaned as their assholes were rimmed and finger-fucked. 

When they came, only seconds apart, it was an overdue explosion that drowned their tongues, doused their faces, and dribbled onto the sheets. After, they stayed in the same position, kissing pussies and thighs, and licking up what they could, tasting the residue of their sex. Then they were back up side-by-side, holding each other, kissing, half-drunk with wine and each other, and did so until they fell asleep.

They woke up a little later than they wanted in the morning. For each, their first vision in the morning was a face smiling back at them.

“Are you okay?” Carly asked.

“I’m wonderful,” Ella said. “Loose as a goose. Another secret to keep.”

“Right. I was just wondering. You know…”

“Yes, I know. But it’s okay, I think. You’re Max’s sister. We’re going to be family.”

They kissed. They kissed again, longer and deeper. Within thirty seconds their nude bodies were enwrapped like a soft pretzel and they did everything they’d done the night before, and more, and they took their time, until both had come.

Carly looked at her watch.

“Oh God, we have to get up,” she said. “Or we’ll be late. We have to be over to your step-mom’s by eleven.”

They dragged their drained, bare bodies into the bathroom and stood side-by-side as they brushed the taste of pussy out of their mouths. Then they got into the shower together.

----

Across town, Max was awakened by Ella’s stepmother going down on him. He always awoke with a huge, hard, stretched, semi-painful boner, and Hannah had awakened first, had seen the big old thing lying there and couldn’t resist. She sucked him until he ejaculated, a massive morning blast, and then kissed him with a mouthful of cum.

“Good morning,” she said. “Consider this an early wedding present.”

Max laughed and said thanks, took her in his arms and rolled on top of her. He kissed her lips and sucked her neck and licked her tits and ate her pussy until she came. Then, with his dick again armed and ready, he rose up and inserted it into her wet snatch, rammed a finger up her ass, and they fucked until they both came again.

“I’d like to stick something else up here,” Max said, wiggling his finger inside her asshole.

“Some other time,” she said. “We have to get up and you have to leave. The girls are due here at eleven, and will likely be early. It’s a pretty big day, you know. We don’t want them finding you here.”

“I know,” he said. He picked up his various pieces of clothing from the floor and started putting them on.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hannah asked.

“Me? Are you kidding. Never better. I had an incredible night.”

“So did I. God knows, I needed it. But…”

“What?”

“Ella.”

“I know.” He pulled on his shoes and sat beside her. “Look,” he said, “It’s going be alright. I think this was bound to happen, and Ella knows it.”

“What are you talking about?”

Max took her hands in his and stared into her eyes.

“Ella and I, well, we have a great sex life. But, uh, we… I probably shouldn’t tell you this. We have talked about having other partners, um, in our bed. Threesomes. But only with somebody we were both a hundred percent comfortable with. We’ve not done it as of yet, but, you were the first person we both agreed on. If she never mentioned it, it’s because we’re not there yet.”

“Really.”

“Yes. So it doesn’t even that feel wrong to me. But if you want to tell her when she gets over here, go ahead, do it. I’m fine with that. Or if you want me to call off the wedding, I will.”

“Like hell, you will,” she said. “You do that and you’ll have a pissed-off crowd, a pissed-off wife and a pissed-off mother-in-law.”

Max laughed, kissed her, and thanked her for saying that.

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The female wedding party straggled over to Hannah’s house, one was on time, the rest were thirty to forty minutes late, and most giddily hungover. But that didn’t stop them from having a couple of pops of cheap champagne as they dolled up. They were all in a merry mood, which would transfer over to the festivities, and thereby infect all of the guests. The weather was good, clear, and warm.

The wedding went well, another short and sweet ceremony for the preacher, although there were coy smiles and subtle eye contact between Max and Hannah, and between Ella and Carly, which they all hoped nobody noticed.

The reception was a blast. Ella was beautiful, and all of the rituals took place smoothly and without a hitch. Max stole a couple of dances with his new mother-in-law, the second one a slow number. He navigated them to the center of the dancing crowd so they would blend in. He held her close.

As they slow-danced, Hannah asked Max if he was looking forward to his honeymoon.

“I have a hard-on, you know,” he said into her ear and pressed it against her. “Can you feel it?”

“You’re young. You have to learn to control yourself.”

“I can’t. It’s because of you.”

“Oh, please,” she said. “You’re about to go on your honeymoon. A week in paradise. You and Ella will be fucking like rabbits.”

“I miss you already. I want to see you when I get back.”

“We’ll see.”

“Hey, you can’t shut me out. Not after last night. It was good for you too, wasn’t it?”

“It was. Like I said, we’ll see. We can talk when you get back. Maybe I’ll give you an I.O.U. Not in writing, of course.” She laughed.

Max backed away and looked at her as the song ended.

“So, Ella told you about the I.O.U. on our first date,” he said.

“She’s told me lots of things. You knew we were close.”

“Did she tell you anything about maybe having a threesome?”

Hannah flicked a few strands of her blond hair out of her eyes. She smiled coyly.

“No comment,” she said with a wink.

----

Hannah had been right about one thing. Ella and Max were like sex-crazed maniacs on their honeymoon. Maybe it was the tropical heat, maybe it was relief that the wedding was behind them and they were now husband and wife, or maybe it was guilt from their premarital strays, but whatever it was, they sure as hell knocked the sexy shit out of each other.

They’d lie by the pool, fondle one another, and go back to the room and fuck. They’d be eating breakfast and Ella would peel a banana and seductively slide most of it into her mouth, and they’d go back and she’d suck his cock. They went on a bus trip, snorkeling and some Mayan ruins, but they just wanted to get back to the hotel and fuck. They went to a bullfight, but that was not a good experience for them; they were appalled when they watched the matador stab the bull over and over until it was dead. But when they got back to their room, Max stabbed Ella over and over with his stiletto penis with about the same amount of force. 

Max would see a woman that resembled Hannah, and it would make him think of her, and make him want her, and he’d think about getting back home so he could have her again. Then, as if it were overcompensation to cover up his secret, he’d seduce his wife back to the room and bang the bottom out of her.

Ella had similar thoughts. She’d spot a gal around the pool that reminded her of Carly, take a glance at her wet bikini-wrapped cameltoe, and imagine her face down there, between Carly’s legs, and she’d get wet, and horny, and she’d lead her husband back to the room where she would be eaten and fucked. 

The honeymoon was an amazing, hot success by any measurement. But when the week ended and they flew home, their thoughts drifted back to the reality of their lives. The flight was smooth and on time, and by the end of the day they both had contacted their secret lovers.

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“So, Ella, it’s been almost three weeks since our last meeting,” Elizabeth said. “You haven’t told me about your wedding and honeymoon.”

They were in the therapist’s office, well into their session. It was Wednesday evening after Ella had returned from Mexico.

“The wedding was beautiful. The weather was good, and the reception was a lot of fun. Everybody said they had a wonderful time. And the honeymoon was really good, and relaxing. A whole week at this luxury resort right on the Caribbean. We did a little sight-seeing, but mostly all we did was eat, drink, and have sex.”

“That sounds like what an ideal honeymoon should be. Are you both now back into the routine of daily life?” 

“Uh, I guess so. Back to the real world. Or bizarre-o world.”

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, things are okay. Just… I don’t know. It’s not quite what I expected a few weeks ago.”

Elizabeth waited in silence. Then, “Go on.”

“Well,” Ella said, and sipped water. “It’s complicated.”

“How is it complicated?”

Ella took a deep breath, and said, “I’m kind of having an affair.”

Elizabeth’s jaw dropped. “An affair? Already? When did this affair begin?”

“The night before the wedding. At the bachelorette party. Or, actually, it was after the bachelorette party.”

“How did happen?”

“That’s a good question. I don’t know how it happened, it just did. She was one of my bridesmaids. Her name is Carly. I went home with her. She kissed me, I kissed her. We went to bed. It was incredible. I hadn’t had sex with a woman since Hannah and it felt so good. I saw her again yesterday after work. We were naked in about thirty seconds.”

“Hmm, this is a new twist,” Elizabeth said. “I see how it could be a complication.”

“That’s not all,” Ella said, and took another drink of water. “Carly is Max’s sister.”

Elizabeth almost dropped her pen. She jotted down a quick note as she tried to figure out where to go next.

“Ella, let me ask you. Does Max know that you and Hannah were lovers?”

“Not really. We’ve never discussed it. But I don’t think it would shock him.”

“You don’t? Why?”

“Because we’ve talked about it, uh, having sex with others. Threesomes with another female. We’ve discussed other women we’d like to, you know, go to bed with. And Hannah was the first one we agreed on. He didn’t think it was sick that I’d go to bed with him and my stepmother.”

“But what I mean is, do you think that Max expected that it would be two-on-one, as in he would have sex with two women, and the two women would have sex with him, or would he expect that you and the other woman would be having sex independent of him?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I just figured it would be anything goes.”

“Well, it might be good to find out.” 

Elizabeth capped her pen, signaling that their time was about up. 

“I’m glad you opened up about this, Ella. You’re being honest with yourself and that’s the first step. But I think you will feel better once you are honest with everyone involved. This affects them as much as you. Think about how you can get it all out in the open. Honesty really is the best policy, and sooner is usually better than later.

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Once back from the honeymoon, Ella and Max fell back into the routines of their lives: jobs, socializing, hobbies, exercise, marriage, sex. But in the weeks that followed, neither stopped getting pussy on the side.

Once a week or so, Max would slip over to Hannah’s and they’d spend a couple of hours in her bed. The sex was uninhibited and physical as if they had a lot to do and say with their bodies in a short time and wanted to let it all out in a hurry. It didn’t even feel like cheating because they knew they would have ended up in bed together anyway once Max and Ella followed through on their plan for a threesome. But as the weeks wore on, that feeling of absolution waned.

Similarly, Ella would go over to Carly’s for their trysts. The sex was intense, the orgasms gymnastic, and it didn’t diminish her love and desire for Max. Ella reasoned that she was loving Max’s sister, she was family, it wasn’t like she was running around on her husband picking up skank. But as the weeks wore on, their feelings of absolution waned.

They all knew that at some point, to be fair and honest to all, they were going to have to come clean. On a weekly basis, in their sessions together, Elizabeth would remind Ella of this. But they put it off. Until a particular occurrence pushed the quandary to the top of their to-do list.

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It was a Saturday afternoon. Ella had gone to the gym for a workout, then over to Carly’s for some bedtime. Once she was back in her car, she called Hannah on her cell. The call went immediately to voice mail without a ring, so she figured Hannah’s phone was turned off or the battery had died. Hannah’s place was kind of out of the way, so normally she wouldn’t just drop by without talking to her first, but she decided to take a chance and drive on over and see if she was at home. She needed to talk to somebody.

Twenty minutes later she drove down Hannah’s street, and was still a half-block away from the house when goose pimples covered her arms and a queasiness kicked up in her belly. She saw Max’s car parked out front, and knew instantly what was going on.

She drove a few doors past the house and parked on the street. She walked back to the house and up onto the front porch. She didn’t knock or ring the bell. She peered in the window. The living and dining areas were people-free. She walked around the side of the house and looked in a couple more windows. The kitchen, the office. Nobody. Then she walked around to the back. Where Hannah’s bedroom was. The bedroom they used to share.

The bedroom had a window on the right side of the house, and french doors on the back that opened onto a screened veranda. The closed window was curtained, but there was a two-inch opening Ella could see through. From her angle, all she could see were the bottoms of four legs: Four twiddling feet. And lying on the bed next to the twiddling feet, were a pair of blue and orange-striped socks. A pair usually found in Max’s top dresser drawer. Hannah is knocking his socks off, she thought, and sadly shook her head.

She walked around the back. Hannah had always left the bedroom door open to the air, and this time was no exception. She thought about sneaking onto the veranda and getting a better look but didn’t want to risk alerting them by opening the screen door onto the veranda. She could hear them just fine.

They were in the middle of what seemed to be a very intense fuck. She could hear the slapping of their wet flesh. Hannah’s breathy sighs and voice saying ‘Yes!’, ‘Oh God!’, ‘Oh fuck!’, over and over. Max’s familiar moans and groans, and finally his crocodile grunts, which meant his cum would be catapulting into her.

Her initial reaction was anger, but that didn’t last long. She knew that she was no better than he. She felt sad, and then she realized what she really felt was jealousy. 

She hurried back to her car and drove home to wait for her husband.

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When Max got home an hour later, Ella was sitting on an easy chair drinking a beer. She never drank beer. 

“We need to talk,” she said.

No man on Earth ever wants to hear those words from his woman.

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

“Something’s definitely not right,” she said. “Get yourself a beer. Get me one too.”

Max went to the kitchen and pulled a couple of bottles out from the back of the fridge. It was ice-cold back there. He uncapped them and carried them back to the living room, handed one to Ella, and sat on the couch facing her.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s talk.”

“How’s Hannah?” she said.

Silent lightning struck. Max’s face whitened, his body stiffened. He felt fear like he couldn’t remember feeling. Except for maybe that time when he was eleven years old and got caught smoking in the boy’s room by that old math teacher, Mr. Pickens. He was kicked out of school for three days, and never smoked again, and never forgot. But now what?

Max stared at his shoes. He felt bad, his eyes watered, he wanted to cry. He couldn’t lie.

“I’m so sorry, Ella. I love you. How did you find out?”

“I went over to see her today, to talk to her. But I didn’t get to see her because there was a minor snag at the time: Your dick was inside her. I was glad to see that you took off your socks before you fucked her.”

“Ella. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you, I almost did a number of times. I’ll end it. I love you.”

“That’s good, I love you too. How, when did it start?”

Max took his first drink of beer, a long one. In a microsecond, it all flashed through his head. How the hell had he ended up here? He took a deep breath.

“It started the night before our wedding. By accident. All of you girls went off to the bachelorette party. Hannah invited me over to her house for a drink, said I shouldn’t be alone the night before we got married. So I went, we had some drinks. We talked about many things, personal things. She made a joke about the I.O.U. you gave me. I told her about us talking about having a threesome with her. I don’t know, she was just so easy to talk to. We hugged. I started to leave, I was in the driveway ready to get in the car. But I went back. She was horny, said it had been a while.

“So, I let it happen. I told myself it was no big deal because you and I were going to have her in our bed before long anyway. Then… we kept doing it. I’m sorry.”

He sat back and drained his beer. He told her he needed another one and walked to the kitchen and back to the couch and sat down.

“Can you forgive me?” he asked.

Ella was dabbing her eyes with a tissue. She was crying, partly because of the story she was just told, but more so because of the story, she was about to tell.

“Max, I love you. You are my husband, Hannah is my stepmother. Of course I will forgive you. But my first reaction when I found out today, was anger. But that didn’t last long. I felt sad. And I felt jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes, jealous. Because I wasn’t in bed with the two of you.”

Ella let that statement sit there for a moment, but Max stayed silent. She continued.

“I have no right to be angry at you, Max. I need to ask for your forgiveness, too. Because, I too, have been having an affair.”

“You have?”

“Yes, it started the same night yours did. At the bachelorette party. We were all partying, having a good time. I became intimate with one of the bridesmaids. I went home with her, we went to bed together. I’ve been seeing her ever since. And like you, I thought it would be a one-time thing. But we kept on. I was with her today before I drove over to Hannah’s.”

“Wow. Are you going to tell me who it is?”

“It’s Carly.”

Max turned ashen for the second time since he’d gotten home. His heart was thumping double-time in his chest. He’s caught cheating, then finds out his wife is cheating, then finds out his wife is cheating with his sister.

“Carly!? Are you kidding me?”

“No. I’m sorry. Like you and Hannah, it just happened. One minute we were talking, the next minute we were making out, then… She said she liked me the night we met, and wanted me. We were going to be family, she’s my sister-in-law. It didn’t seem that wrong. Oh God, what have we done…”

Ella burst into tears. Now, no man likes a weeping woman, it weakens their knees. Max got up and walked over and took her hand, pulled her toward the sofa. They sat and he put his arms around her.

“It’s okay, Baby, I love you. We’ll get through this.”

“I love you too,” Ella said, looking up at him through cloudy eyes. “Goddamn, we’re screwed up.”

“No. We’re not.”

They started kissing, gently at first, but soon more passionately, and before long they were naked in bed. They made love, gently, taking their time, slow-cooking. Crockpot sex. Max ate his second pussy of the day and lingered down there a long time, egging her on until he’d gotten a faceful, and Ella’s mouth worked overtime on his bloated member until she got a mouthful. Her pussy swallowed up his cock, squeezed it and sucked it, and she even gave him her ass, and enjoyed feeling his big bone up there. She knew Max loved a good buttfuck.

Afterwards they got up, showered together for the first time in quite a while, then called a pizza delivery for a late dinner. They were both much relieved, and talked about how to proceed moving forward. They loved Hannah and Carly, and wanted to be completely honest with them and get everything out in the open. They decided that they would invite them over for a little party and clear the air.

That night they went to bed peacefully, each of their guilts and indiscretions canceled out by the other. Ella had left out the part of the story about the stripper’s cock, and hoped that it stayed dormant forever. She also hadn’t yet told Max about her sexual relationship with Hannah. It seemed like it would have complicated things even further and been too much for Max to absorb at once. But she would tell him soon.

----

The clear-the-air party was the next Friday evening at Max and Ella’s house. It was set for eight p.m., and Hannah and Carly were both prompt and arrived within five minutes of one another. There were platters of snacks on living room tables. Max got everyone drinks and they were seated. The music was low; they wanted no distractions. There was small talk through one drink. Then Max served refills and they got down to business.

Ella and Max tag-teamed. They told them everything. How they had fantasized about having threesomes. How they were both cheating and Ella caught Max and Hannah in the act and Ella admitted her affair with Carly. How they were both betrayed, but they were both guilty and had accepted it. How they couldn’t be mad at each other, they were equally culpable. 

Carly and Hannah sat and listened, barely moved their heads, and hadn’t said a word.

“We love both of you. You both are an important part of our lives, and we realized that part of the reason we both let it happen, on the eve of our wedding day nonetheless, is because we love you,” Ella said.

“Not only let it happen once, but again and again,” Max added. “We don’t want anybody to be mad, or hurt. We want you in our lives.”

Finally, Carly and Hannah spoke up. Carly started to apologize, but they cut her off. No need for that, they said. We all four did what we did. We all had the same desires.

Hannah cleared her throat. “Ella,” she asked, and paused. “Does Max know about us?” 

There was an uncomfortable silence as the question sunk in. They could almost hear Ella’s eyes watering up.

“No. But I will now. It’s about time, don’t you think?” 

Hannah nodded. Ella turned to Max and unburdened herself.

“Max, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time. I almost did, many times, but always chickened out. The time never seemed right, and I figured you might have guessed it anyway. When my father passed away, Hannah and I were devastated. I was close to my father, and she’d lost her husband. She hadn’t even been married two years. It was such a shock. Not just to us, but to everyone who knew him. He was so vibrant. I wish you could have met him; I know he would have liked you.

“Well, it was just the two of us,” she said, and looked at Hannah, whose eyes were glued to hers. “We got through all of it together. The hospital, the funeral, the burial, the insurance, the estate, you name it. It wasn’t easy, we helped each other, we held each other, and we both had our rough patches, believe me. We became very close. We hugged, we kissed, we made ourselves feel better. And, well, we became lovers.”

Ella dabbed tears from her eyes and cheeks. She took a sip of wine, then continued.

“We slept in the same bed for nearly a year until we chose to end it. We ended it, not because it didn’t feel right, but because we didn’t know if it was right. Some people suspected. We heard the whispers. Anyway, I’m sorry it took this long. And I hope you don’t think it’s crazy or sick or anything because she’s my stepmother. Because I love her.”

Ella and Hannah both wore soft, tired smiles. All three women now had tears rolling down their cheeks. Max passed out cocktail napkins in lieu of tissues.

“I’m so relieved,” Ella said. “Sorry to dump this on you, Max.” 

Max didn’t know what to say. He nodded his head and mumbled, “It’s okay.”

She turned to Hannah and said, “I miss you,” and burst into tears. Then, she said, “Excuse me,” got up, walked to Hannah, and kissed her on the mouth. She strutted out of the room, down the hall and into the master bedroom.

Max, Carly, and Hannah sat there for a couple of minutes in silence, before Max started to get up and say he was going to go check on Ella.

“No,” Hannah said, rising from her chair. “Let me.”

----

Hannah tapped on the bedroom door. Ella let her in and shut the door.

“I was hoping it would be you,” Ella said.

She pulled Hannah into her arms and kissed her, hugged her body tightly. She jabbed her tongue into her mouth and groped her back and rump, and burned their breasts and groins together. It was a long, deep, wet, body-bending kiss, and when they parted, both had a fire down below.

“Let’s make love,” Ella said, as she started to unbutton Hannah’sTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.