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Dinner, Chapter 9

The Slats

By Mercedes ChanttooPublished about a month ago 14 min read

Lyra’s autoride dropped her in front of the main house, and she walked briskly towards the garden house, her heart pounding in her chest. She had left work early, unable to focus after the disastrous interaction with Mike. All she wanted was to talk to Emma, to confide in her and seek her advice. She had wanted to call or message her friend, but didn’t know where to begin. She had checked Emma's coordinates on her Swipe and saw she was still at home, but now she was at the garden house.

The garden house was a beautiful structure made of glass and steel, surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flowers. It was Emma's favourite place to relax and unwind, and Lyra had spent many afternoons and evenings there with her friend, sipping cocktails and chatting about everything under the sun. Although they only seemed to be invited there when Tom and Mike had something to discuss.

As she approached the garden house, Lyra walked on to the veranda noticing that the sun slats were half closed. As she peered through the gaps, she gasped at what she saw, ducking away quickly. Emma was on top of Tom, facing away from him and riding him, wearing nothing but a short silver metallic skirt that left little to the imagination. Her hair was tied up in two buns either side of her head.

Lyra spied that Ace was apparently also involved, her naked form, more solid than when she played the role of croupier, was projected above her base. A couple of holographic cards were being shown in front of her, but Lyra couldn’t see what they were. Ace was having an animated conversation, and so both Tom and Emma were joining in. Momentarily lost in thought, she realised Mike never talked to her when they made love. Lyra reflected that she didn’t talk either.

Gazing up again, changing her angle, she saw Ace was playing with her breasts, gently rolling circles around her stiff nipples. Lyra caught herself comparing the hologram’s form to Emma’s, they were almost too perfect, if that could be a thing? Lyra was mesmerised by Emma’s boobs, they swayed ever so gently as she rose and fell. Her own hand had moved to her own breast wondering how they would look if she were riding Mike like this.

Lyra shifted to get a better view, she should look away, even leave, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the scene in front of her. Emotions welled up inside of her, a mix of shock, embarrassment and arousal as she watched her friend, her super confident, best friend and her husband in such an intimate moment.

She felt a warmth spreading between her legs. She couldn't deny that the sight of Emma in control, taking what she wanted from Tom, was incredibly hot. But she also felt guilty for feeling turned on by it. Lyra shifted again trying to make herself less conspicuous, she would die of embarrassment if they noticed her.

She saw Emma deftly remove the two elastic stretch bows from her hair, holding them in one hand as she slowed her movement on top of Tom. She lifted herself up slightly, giving Lyra a clear view of Tom's glistening cock. Emma took the two bows and slid them down the length of his shaft, one after the other, positioning them at the base, pulling them over his balls. Emma shimmied forward again, her short skirt hiding Tom's cock from view once more.

As Emma continued to ride Tom, Lyra watched in awe as her friend moved with elegance and grace. Emma leant forward, her hands reaching for Tom's knees as she pushed against him. Lyra saw the muscles in Emma's arms and legs tense as she moved, her body glistening with sweat.

Suddenly, Tom sat up, his hands reaching for Emma's breasts. Emma playfully smacked his hands away, and grabbed them and guided them to her hips. He slipped his hands from her hips reaching under her skirt. Emma retrieved his hands putting them back on her hips. She twisted towards him, her hair cascading around her face as she said something. Whatever she said made him laugh, and he lay back down, his hands gripping her tightly.

Lyra felt pangs of jealousy as she watched the intimate moment between her friends. She wished she could have that kind of connection with Mike, but their encounter earlier and the previous evening had left her feeling used and empty. She wondered if she'd ever be able to reignite the passion in their relationship.

Inside the house, Ace had been encouraging Emma and Tom for a while. "Oh, your dirty little skirt means I can’t see everything, you’re just keeping it on to tease me," she purred. "I can just imagine the way you slip in and out of her as she rides you. The way your cock must glisten with her arousal. It's so fucking hot, I can't help but touch myself."

She let out a soft moan as she ran her fingers over her holographic nipple. "I wish I could be there with you both, feeling your skin against mine. I'd love to see you cum inside her, to watch her face as she feels you fill her up. And then, when he's done, I'd love to lick her clean, to taste between those sweet and satisfied lips."

Her voice grew more urgent as she continued. "Or maybe Tom could finish in my mouth, and you could watch as I take every last drop. We could kiss, licking me clean, tasting him on my tongue. Oh god, just thinking about it is making me so wet."

She moaned louder now, her fingers moving between her legs. "I want to see you both lose control, to watch as you give in to your deepest desires. I want to hear you moan and scream and beg for more. And when it's all over, I want to hold you both close, to feel your hearts beating against mine."

“Slow down Ace,” said Emma. “Let’s not get him too excited, I want some extended fun.”

“Oh babe, I already made you cum on my face, I want to fill you,” pleaded Tom.

“Patience dear, you’ll get to blow your load, you know how Barbarella always likes to cum twice.” Taking out her hair bands Emma made an impromptu cock ring around Tom’s manhood, “That should give us some extra time”, she panted.

“Mmm… you tease, you show me his funny bone, and then hide from me again,” Ace moaned.

Tom tried to sit up and reach for Emma's breasts. She guided his hands to her hips “Babe, don’t over excite yourself.” Tom couldn’t help but slip his hand under Emma’s skirt, seeing her ass bob up and down. Emma recovered his hands again “No peeking, or I’ll have to punish you,” she said, turning to look at his face, they both started to laugh.

Ace's voice grew more intense as she continued to watch them. "Do you know the true story of Barbarella, Emma? How she seduced Sir Foldsalot and made him beg for more? I can see you as Barbarella, taking control and making Tom submit to your every desire. And I can see Tom as Sir Foldsalot, helpless against her charms."

Emma moaned loudly as Ace's words sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Tom gripped her hips tightly, his own pleasure building as he listened to Ace's filthy words.

"Do you know that we have a guest joining our little party? Our sweet LyLy is watching us from the window, and I must say, it's making me even more excited."

Tom and Emma exchanged a quick glance, a mixture of surprise and arousal in their eyes. Ace continued, "I can see the way she's watching you, Tom, the way her eyes are glued to your cock as it disappears inside Barbarella. And Barbarella, the way you're putting on a show for her, it's as if you're performing just for her pleasure."

Emma smirks and looks over at the window, but she’s unable to see Lyra with the reflected glare of the sun on the window shades. Ace's voice grows more urgent as she continues, "I can see the way LyLy's biting her lip, the way her hand is creeping up her thigh. She wants to touch herself, to feel the same pleasure that you two are experiencing. It's making me incredibly wet."

Tom groaned as Emma picked up the pace, grinding against him harder. Ace's dirty talk was driving them both wild, and the thought of Lyra watching them only added to the eroticism of the moment.

"I want to see you make her come, Sir Foladsalot," Ace moaned. "I want to see you fill her up with your cock and make her scream with pleasure. And then, I want to watch as Barbarella licks her clean, tasting your cum."

“No,” said Emma firmly. Catching her breath “Lyly can watch, but she’s not allowed to be part of our fantasy.”

“It's just the three of us babe,” Tom moaned. “Me.. you.. and Ace” his words staggered in exhaustion. “Turn around babe, let me see you.” Emma deftly swivelled around keeping Tom inside her, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Tom reached up to guide Emma's hips, pulling her down onto him harder. Emma throws her head back in pleasure, her breasts now bounced to the increased intensity. Ace's dirty talk continued to fill the room, urging them both on.

"That's it, Sir Foldsalot," Ace purred. "Make her feel good. Make her beg for more."

Emma felt Tom swelling inside her, and she knew he was close. She leaned down to kiss him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as he groaned into her. With one final thrust, Tom came hard inside her, his body trembling with pleasure.

Emma rode out his orgasm, grinding against him until he was spent. She was close too, but hadn’t quite gotten there. It didn’t matter, though – the pleasure of making Tom come, of feeling him inside her, was more than enough. And he had, to be fair, already given her one orgasm.

As they both caught their breath, Emma collapsed onto his chest, her body slick with sweat. Ace's voice faded into the background, no longer needed now that the moment has passed.

Lyra sank down on to the decking, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what to do. She couldn't believe she’d just watched her best friend and her husband having sex, and now she was stuck outside on the veranda, unsure of how to proceed.

After a few minutes, she heard the side door opening and the sound of Tom and Emma's voices. To make things worse, they were reflecting on how amazing their lovemaking was. Lyra groaned internally, why couldn’t she have this type of relationship. Emma mentioned she was going to take a shower. Tom said he needed to run some errands and set off on a jog towards the main house in just his shorts.

Lyra panicked. What if Tom saw her? She couldn't risk it. She decided to wait it out before she could make a move. As she waited, she couldn't help but think about what she had just witnessed. The passion, the connection, the love between Tom and Emma was something she longed for.

After what seemed like an eternity, she realised now more than ever that she needed Emma's guidance. She needed to talk to her about what had happened with Mike and how she could reignite that kind of passion in her own relationship.

She stood up, and walked around to the side door. In her head, it would be just as if she had just arrived. As she entered the house, she immediately heard the sound of the shower running, Emma obviously wasn’t finished yet.

Hesitantly, Lyra made her way to the bedroom, where she saw Emma's clothes strewn about the room. She picked up the metallic skirt, feeling the smooth fabric between her fingers.

Emma walked out of the shower, still naked, with Ms. Strapless in her hand. She saw Lyra standing there, holding her silver skirt, and laughed. "Oops, you caught me!" she said, not seeming at all self-conscious about her nudity.

Even after what she had seen, Lyra felt deeply embarrassed and turned away, trying to avert her gaze. "I'm so sorry, Emma," she stammered. "I didn't mean to intrude. I just...I needed to talk to you."

Emma chuckled and walked over to her dresser, casually placing Ms. Strapless into a drawer. "It's no big deal, Lyra," she said. "Ace told us you were watching. It actually made Tom a little too excited, I think.” Sighing, she added, “which is probably why he came so quickly. But not to worry, my little friend had me covered."

Lyra's face turns bright red, and she feels even more mortified. "I didn't mean to...I just saw you two through the window and I couldn't look away," she admitted.

Emma smiled warmly at her friend and walked over to her, picking up a red lace bra from the floor. “Now stop staring at my boobs and fasten this thing”, slipping it over her arms and turning around, so Lyra could dutifully attach the clasp.

“I wasn’t looking at your boobs,” Lyra protested meekly.

Turning round again, Emma placed her arms on Lyra’s shoulder moving forward to give her a kiss on her forehead. "It's okay, babe," she said. "We all have our curiosities and desires. There's no shame in it. Ace told us exactly where you were looking."

“Why didn’t you stop, when you knew I could see you?”

“Oh babe, that must have been one of my.. Oh I don’t know, top fifty shags of all time. That updated Ace of yours can certainly… mhm… let’s say enhance a lazy afternoon. Why would we want to hide that from you?”

“You haven’t told Tom about my.. Issues,” Lyra asked concerned line gathering on her forehead, in addition to her bright red demeanour.

“Of course not babe. We’re going to work through this together. Me and you. No need to involve Tom. Well, unless we need someone to do some willy holding. He’s fantastic at that, although I’m pretty sure it’s only his own willy he’s interested in holding. Mike’s going to have to hold his own”, she said a broad smile stretching across her face.

Lyra spontaneously laughed, accidentally releasing a small amount of saliva.

“Don’t you dare, start drooling when you're thinking of Big Tom,” smacking Lyra on the bottom. “That’s mine, and it’s not for sharing.”

“I wasn’t”, Lyra protested.

“But you have to admit, Big Tom is pretty nice, isn’t he? Not too big, not too small.”

Lyra looked away, her cheeks still flushed. "I, uh, I told you I didn't mean to stare," she stammered.

Emma laughs and sits down on the edge of the bed, still only wearing her pretty red bra. "It's okay, Lyra. We're all adults here. And besides, I'm sure you've seen a willy before."

Lyra nods, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, of course. It's just... I don't know, I guess I'm just not used to seeing one in person like that."

Emma smiles and reaches out to take Lyra's hand, pulling her to sit down on the bed next to her. "Hey, it's okay. We all have our insecurities and hang-ups when it comes to intimacy. But that's why it's important to talk about it and explore our desires. Don't be ashamed of what turns you on."

Lyra looks up at Emma, feeling a mix of gratitude and admiration. "You're so confident and open about everything," she says. "I wish I could be more like that."

Emma squeezed Lyra's hand and stood again. "You can be, Lyra. It just takes time and practice. And remember, there's no right or wrong way about this, as long as it's what you both want. Now, come on, let's go have a drink on the deck, and we’ll sort you out."

Lyra looked up at Emma, feeling a mix of emotions. "I just don't know what to do," she said, her voice cracking. "I wanted to reignite the passion with Mike, I tried last night, but it just felt so...empty. And then I saw you two and it was like a whole new world opened up to me. But I don't know if I'm ready for that. I don't know if Mike is ready for that."

Emma pulled Lyra up from the bed. "There's no rush, babe," she said. "You don't have to figure everything out right away. It's okay to take your time and explore your desires at your own pace. We’ll get to Mike later, now it’s Lyra time. You're going to tell me all about it.” And now with more conviction than before she added “first drinks, then the deck, then talk.”

Lyra nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you, Em. I really don't know what I would do without you." They walked towards the door of the bedroom.

“Don’t you think you should get, you know, dressed first?” Lyra asked.

"Some dirty girl stole my skirt," Emma said with a playful grin, noticing that Lyra was still holding her silver skirt.

Lyra, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement, handed the skirt over to Emma. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to steal it," she mumbled.

Emma took the skirt and slipped it on, doing a little twirl. "What do you think? Does it make me look like Barbarella?" she asked, striking a pose.

"You look... powerful," Lyra said, still feeling a little awkward. "But shouldn't you wear some underwear or something? And maybe a top?"

Emma laughed. "Oh, please. I just had an enormous workout 'down there' and things need to breathe. Besides, it'll just be the two of us, and I have nothing to hide."

She took Lyra's hand and dragged her out of the bedroom and into the main room. They looked around at the mess, the waterbed still unmade, two elastic bows lying on the floor.

"Ooh, I think I need some new bows, they may have been stretched too much," Emma muttered, glancing at Lyra to see if she would rise to the bait. "Come on, let's get that drink."

They walked towards the bar, Lyra couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about Emma's lack of clothing. "Are you sure you don't want to put something on?" she asked hesitantly.

Emma waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't be such a prude, Lyra. Besides, you've already seen everything there is to see. If anything, we need to get you out of your work clothes." She winked at Lyra, who blushed and looked away.


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Mercedes Chanttoo

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