Jane's Encounters: Diane fulfills a fantasy by Christine Oram
It is best to read these stories in date order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. __________________________________________________________________
Diane Fulfills a Fantasy
Diane was enjoying being on her own in the house. Jane had clearly been wanting to "do something interesting" when they got up, but Diane had had what seemed a long week at work, so she wanted to relax and do nothing. Jane told her she was just too boring, and she spent an hour listening to music on her phone and texting her friends. Some of her texts to them were not something she wanted Diane to see. Sarah and she were still in contact with each other, and there was a surprise text from Marie saying she might come to see her aunt and uncle, so perhaps they could meet, "purely innocently, of course!" Jane had not seen Marie for over a month, ever since she and Diane had made up. She thought about her way too much, she knew, but what could she do about that? She would have to be lobotomized to stop thinking of her and that lovely body.
Diane got tired of seeing Jane so obviously at a loose end, disturbing her reading, singing to herself, and generally making a lot of noise. Eventually Diane suggested she might like to go to the local park. She told her where it was and said it was very pleasant for a walk. There were ducks and fountains, grass, and it was excellent for people watching. Jane kissed her and agreed, taking Diane's car. This was one of the times that Diane noticed the 10-year age difference between them. But the fundamental remained, Jane was special, it would take a lot for Diane to feel anything other than love and desire for her.
Diane put on a bikini and sat by the pool, in the shade, wearing a large hat. The sun was strong and the heat a little enervating. She was reading her novel, enjoying the solitude, when she heard the bell at the gate ring from the repeater in the pool house. She cursed at the interruption but putting a wrap around her shoulders she walked around the front of the house to see who it was. She was surprised to see it was Leslie, her hands grasping the bars of the wrought iron gate. She obviously wanted to come in. She had been crying.
Gray-blue eyes looked pleadingly at Diane. "Hi Diane. I've had a row with Frank, and, well, I just need somewhere else to go to get away from my house for a little."
Diane let her in, and they walked up her drive into the house. With Jane's absence, Diane found herself powerfully attracted to Leslie. She had been her original wistful lesbian fantasy after Erwin died, before she had met the other women with whom she had had intimate relations, fleeting or otherwise. Way before Jane had appeared and totally transformed her sex life, there had been the idea of Leslie, the young, hot neighbor, with whom perhaps something, one day, might happen.
"Come in Les, sorry to hear about this."
"Is Jane here?"
"Sorry, you missed her, I got sick of her hanging around and sent her to the park."
Leslie smiled wanly. The idea of ordering Jane to do anything seemed unlikely. Jane gave the impression that she was fully in charge of her own destiny, even compared to beautiful, clever Diane.
"Oh, that's a shame, I quite wanted to see her too. She doesn't talk to me anymore."
Diane thought that although Leslie looked rather miserable, she also was particularly beguiling today. She was wearing stretchy leggings with a black and white dazzle pattern and off-white heeled sandals. Her white, light cotton cropped tank top revealed her flat stomach and all of her lower back. Her lovely conical breasts were thrusting up against the close-fitting material, her pale blonde hair falling down over her shoulder onto her right breast. Visible nipples. Diane had been attracted to her for such a long time. But somehow seeing her like this, today, teary and upset, with her tight ass, boobs, and those lovely legs, revved up Diane's wistful fantasies about her.
"Les, you're a funny one. Jane's avoiding you because you don't seem to like her much."
"Oh Diane, does she really think that? It's not true. I thought we had made up. I haven't seen her for ages since then. Nor you, I miss you both."
Diane sat down on the sofa. "Aw, thanks Les, I miss you too. Sit down here next to me and you can tell me your travails." She patted the seat to show she should sit next to her.
Leslie rather nervously placed her tight ass on the sofa. She mentioned that Jane used to talk dirty to her. Did she know?
Diane and Jane had analyzed their feelings for Leslie many times, as they tried to understand Leslie's on-again, off-again relationship with them, but particularly with Jane. Then there was the time, only recently, when Frank had asked them to help him understand his wife.
Diane laughed. "Oh, Les she was just flirting with you. But, yes, I know. She's told me. It's not an excuse, but she does it because she thinks you're very beautiful." She paused and then added, "You do know, I hope, that Jane and I are together? In a relationship that is, more than just friends." Jane had said she had told her, but it was best to check. Perhaps it was the thrill of sitting close to her, her beauty, and those tight leggings and 3-inch heels, but Diane then continued, "For the record, Jane's not the only one who thinks you're beautiful. You are very sexy Les."
Diane hoped the compliment might cheer her up. Anyway, what the hell, it's true.
Leslie nodded, she knew all about Diane and Jane's relationship, in fact that was one reason why she was here, with tears in her eyes and deeply conflicted. Ever since Jane had told her it had become an obsession. She leant back on the sofa. It seemed to make her breasts stick out even more. Diane stating that she found her sexy was slightly unexpected, but not unwelcome the way she was feeling right now. Leslie crossed her legs. Her heel grazed Diane's naked calf. Diane noticed her well pedicured toes. Oh god, she thought, sexy is an understatement. She wondered if Leslie had dressed so provocatively to impress her and Jane, but it's ended up being only me on the receiving end. Diane pulled the wrap around her shoulders. She felt naked and conspicuous in her tiny bikini. The proximity of Leslie's body was affecting her. She tried to control her thoughts but was finding it difficult.
Leslie said, "I was just thinking that you might not know. Are you OK with her being like that with me?"
Diane assured her she knew all about it and that flirting was just Jane playing around. "You must know the way Jane is. She's just very sexual. It's one of the things I like about her. She flirts with so many people. I tell her it's not woke, but she never listens."
In reality, Diane was embarrassed and slightly annoyed when Jane put on the charm. She saw her do it at work, and from what Jane had told her, she had been shameless with Leslie. But on another level, having experienced Jane's flirtatiousness firsthand, it had been one of the greatest sexual thrills of her life. Jane seemed to be able to get a nun or monk to bed with minimal effort. Leslie was surprised that Diane both knew and seemed not to care about Jane's suggestive advances to her. She wondered if Jane had told her about their night together.
That night. It still gave her goosebumps; she just could not forget it. Jane had so easily seduced her. She hated herself for not admitting she enjoyed it, although her memories were hazy as she was drunk most of the time. Throwing Jane out of her bed and the house was another thing she hated about herself. Most days she was tormented by her attraction for Jane. And it was not just Jane either. Diane had always been correct around her, but her thoughts about Diane and what in her fantasy world she would like to do to her were hardly innocent. She had to keep thinking that she loved Frank, and she did want children, but these two women, why did they have to live so close, perverting her sexuality, making her want them and not Frank? Frank had a completely normal desire to give her the children she wanted, but recently she was finding her interactions with him difficult. Somehow making love to him was just not something she wanted. All that pushing, thrusting, and sweating. His mess. The thought just did not appeal. Next door were two amazing women oozing confident sexuality. Diane was a locally renowned beauty, and Jane, well, to Leslie she was peerless. The two of them together induced so many outrageous fantasies in her that she felt at times as if she were drowning in lust.
Diane in that bikini, which left nothing to the imagination, was appallingly distracting, Leslie could feel her sex tingling and her stomach churning. The curves of Diane's legs and hips, the impressive mounds of her chest, her amazing body tone, and then there were always those piercing, beautiful green eyes. In Leslie's frequent fevered reveries, she saw Jane's trim, hard body coupling with Diane's; caressing, pushing, and sweating until they climaxed over each other. In her somewhat overwrought imagination, both always ended up squirting wildly, streams of liquid spraying out in amazing showers. She had had so many nights lying awake thinking about them and masturbating to obtain relief. She seemed stuck in a swamp of forbidden desire.
Diane was waiting for Leslie to tell her why she was upset and what was on her mind, but she was silent. Their hips were touching. Diane had a powerful desire to flirt with Leslie. She wanted to put her hand under Leslie's sexy leggings stretched tight over her ass and hips.
"It's OK, Les, you don't have to tell me. I'm just your neighbor not your therapist. I'll get you a drink, you look like you need one."
Leslie sniffled, fuck she thought to herself, I'm so pathetic. "Thanks, vodka and tonic please." Diane made the drink strong. She was finding this all quite difficult. I can't help her if she doesn't say anything, she thought. She's fucking sexy but she's also disturbing my down time. She thought of Jane and how they had both had the same thoughts about Leslie. A real temptation. Jane's favorite phrase, completely fuckable, came to mind. She wished Jane were here, Leslie and Jane are closer in age. These histrionics are not my style.
Leslie's pale eyes viewed Diane's beautiful curves. The bikini had worked its way deep in between her buttocks. Underneath that thin strip would be her sex. Leslie wanted something to happen between them. She uncrossed her long legs and imagined Diane's hand on her thigh. She wanted to put her fingers on Diane's bikini, right in between those sexy, butt cheeks.
Diane shook off her wrap and returned with the drinks. Leslie took hers and their eyes met. She felt her panties must be drenched with her excitement. Diane's beautiful eyes seemed to indicate lustful thoughts. "There you go babe, drink up. No need to get upset, Frank's a good guy, you don't want to do anything you'll regret."
"Sorry, I don't know why I've come over, I guess I just needed..."
"To talk, to be with someone else, somewhere where you don't feel you have to argue?" Diane had no idea what to say. Leslie had already finished her drink; she had gulped it down immediately.
"Wow. I'll get another." Leslie drank half the next drink before Diane had sat down.
Leslie wanted someone to make her feel better about herself and to show that she was not the awkward woman she seemed to have become to Frank and his family. The reader might well assume that going into the lair of her greatest temptation might not have been the best course of action for her, but out of control desires and loneliness can make anyone do things that are irrational. Leslie was like a moth to Diane's and Jane's flames.
"Well, Les, what is it? Tell me. I've no idea if I can help but try me."
Leslie explained that Frank had lost his temper with her over what he said was her coldness. All sorts of barbs were exchanged, some very hurtful, she, in the heat of the moment and as a deflection, accused him of being in love with Diane, which she knew was not true. He said she wanted to be out of their marriage and had told her she was ungrateful and contradictory. He had shouted, "Look at what I have to put up with; you and your damned moods!" She retorted she had no friends, and that it was his fault. He finished by saying if she had no friends, it was because of her awful personality which had nothing to do with him, he was not stopping her from having and keeping friends.
"At that I told him to fuck himself, and I came here to see you both because you're about the only two I seem to know any more." Leslie was trying not to cry. Diane felt totally out of her depth.
Diane was irritated by her accusation about her and Frank. It was all so stupid. Those two are so ill-matched, she thought. She felt for Frank. He doesn't deserve all this from her. He probably thought he had won the lottery marrying much younger, sexy Leslie, but was all this Sturm und Drang really necessary? Diane wondered why she had to sit listening to all this, when she could just say she couldn't help her and then send her on her way back to fight it out with Frank. No complications, no nonsense. Not my problem. But Diane felt like she did when Jane sashayed towards her in the bar when they first met, like she did when Roz fiddled with the buttons on her blouse in that conference room at work, her compact body in between her stocking clad thighs. Diane was unperturbable on the outside, but inside she wanted Leslie, to feel her lips against hers, to consume every single inch of that young body. Bring her to the boil and enjoy watching her explode all over her.
Leslie was shaking and there were tears in her eyes. She gulped down the rest of her drink and then, surprisingly, shifted to the end of the sofa and swung her legs up, resting her calves on Diane's lap, making her spill the drink over her thighs and almost knocking the glass out of her hand.
"Les, jeez, watch it."
Leslie apologized; the two strong drinks had made an impact on her. "Sorry, Diane, I didn't think. I'm all over the place."
"You're telling me." She fingered the heel of Leslie's shoe. "Please call me Dee. People find it easier." Diane smiled to encourage her to keep talking.
"Jane calls you that."
"Yes, she does."
"You know, I think Jane is very sexy, I hope you don't mind me saying it, but I've always thought so."
Diane rested her hands on Leslie's shins. The leggings did wonders for her already awesome legs. She ran her fingers around the anklet of her shoes. At that moment, all Diane could think about was whether she would get to have her before Jane returned. She felt bad about that, but she guessed that Leslie wanted it too. She was not imagining it, surely?
"No, it's OK, that's completely normal. Everyone thinks Jane's sexy. Why do you think I take her to bed whenever I can?" She paused as Leslie's face showed a mixture of emotions. Diane added, "You know I've never met anyone like Jane, sometimes I think she will exhaust me sexually. I can't stop wanting her. It's difficult working with her too. Perhaps you can imagine me wanting to go and see her in the middle of the workday and to, you know, do the dirty? Well, that's me every day."
Diane was passionate about Jane, but she had not seriously considered trying to fuck her at work. Jane was different. Jane was a risk taker when it came to sex. Diane had frequently had to tell her to cool it in case they were discovered.
Her words, uncharacteristic for Diane, who usually avoids curses and sexual language, had their intended effect. Leslie shivered and let out a groan. "Oh god, don't say that. You're not helping at all. You two are so, I don't know, open about everything, who you like, what you want, and also nothing seems to worry you."
"Until I met her, I was quite conventional, but Jane's a real juggernaut of desire and a force of nature. You won't believe the orgasms she gives me." Talking about sex with Jane was obviously turning unhappy, confused, Leslie into a steaming mass of horniness. Diane enjoyed seeing the effect her words were having. Even though it had become obvious over the preceding months that Leslie liked Jane, despite her protestations, Diane was surprised to see that Leslie was as far gone as she clearly was. Once again Diane marveled over Jane's ability to get people to want her. If I could sell what she's got, I'd be rich.
"Dee, oh wow." Leslie imagined Jane and Diane kissing passionately.
"You know she got me spraying last time we made love. I've never done that before."
"Dee, don't, please." Leslie could well understand the effect Jane had on Diane. Diane's words about how insatiable Jane was just confirmed everything she, herself, felt. In her mind's eye she could see Diane coming over Jane. Waves of wetness squirting out, soaking that skimpy bikini, spraying over Jane's beautiful face and body. Leslie groaned again.
Leslie was now leaning slightly against Diane, her hand on her bare thigh. Diane put her arm around her and gave her a kiss on the side of her pretty face, pushing her blonde hair aside with her lips. Leslie liked the sensation. At least someone likes me, she thought. "Dee, were you into women when you were married?"
"No, not really. I loved my Erwin. Still do, but feelings change, don't they? I probably always liked women to a certain extent, but now I no longer have my lovely husband, god rest his soul, I feel I'm allowed to express myself more."
"What am I going to do?" Leslie saw only difficulties ahead. Diane's warm body was like a safe refuge. But oh, so desirable too.
"Les, for god's sake just spit it out. You really like women. It's completely obvious." Diane's hand was high on Leslie's thigh, feeling the stretchy legging. Her fingers gently caressed her hip and slid down towards her groin. A sexy hint of camel toe visible under the skintight cotton and spandex.
Diane whispered. "Les, I hope you know that I find you really beautiful, don't you?" Her lips kissed her on the cheek and brushed against her mouth. She gave Leslie a squeeze. Leslie kissed her back on her cheek, her hand resting on Diane's toned thigh.
"I don't know...I think yes, but what would Frank do? What would happen to me? Hold me Dee, I'm so confused." Diane continued to hug her. She felt wonderful. Their breasts pushed together, and Diane felt Leslie's hand feeling for the clip of her bikini top. Then she tugged the bikini bottom. Leslie's voice was low, "Dee, I can see your pussy." Leslie had pulled the cloth aside revealing the edge of her vulva, the labial folds dark against her inner thigh.
Diane smiled, her green eyes like a magnet, drawing Leslie in, drawing out her passion.
"Les, if we do this, there may be no walking back. But we can do it if you want." Diane felt it only right to give her a way out of what was about to happen. It seemed only fair. Leslie was a little intoxicated. Diane's bikini top fell away. Her big, round boobs were magnificent. Leslie's hands cupped them. Diane exhaled in pleasure, her sexual temperature at boiling point, "Oh god Les."
Leslie's finger gently twisted and flicked Diane's large nipples. They were stiff and hard in between her thumbs and fingers. "Diane, you have beautiful boobs."
Diane moaned, "Oh yes, yes, that's good." She stood up and Leslie was behind her, kissing her hair and her neck, her hands holding and squeezing each breast.
Leslie's hand was under the bikini, her fingers now slippery with Diane's juice, feeling the ridges of her vulva. "Oh Dee, you are awesome. Oh, so wet." Diane felt her bikini bottom sliding down her thighs as Leslie gently pulled them over those legs that drive Jane to ecstasies, those legs that hold Jane tight when she comes. The very same ones that only a brief time ago had been admired and caressed by Roz before wrapping around her as she climaxed in the Four Seasons hotel. Diane steadied herself by holding onto a chair while Leslie extracted the bikini from under her feet. Kneeling, Leslie removed each of Diane's thong sandals in turn. Leslie's blonde head pressed against Diane's groin, her hands on the back of her thighs, pulling her close. Leslie had never been so close to a pussy. She was trembling with excitement. Diane's sex with its irregular prominent folds was right there in front of her, ready for her to taste. Leslie's tongue ran up Diane's legs and the muscles in the thighs tensed.
"Dee, you are so beautiful..." Diane was completely naked, her tight, voluptuous body glorious in its full feminine strength, every muscle and curve coming together to make a mouth-watering combination.
Diane let out a cry of pleasure when Leslie's tongue slid over her sex. "Fuck, Les, yes, oh my god, yes please, more!" Leslie had never licked a woman, her only same sex sexual experience had been with Jane, and she had never made her come. Leslie was determined to make Jane's paramour come all over her. Years of sexual repression were being thrown aside as her tongue penetrated Diane's vulva. Diane's sex smelled of arousal, and she could both see and taste her wetness. Diane twisted in pleasure as Leslie's tongue penetrated and caressed her sensitive membranes. Leslie felt her panties and leggings must be soaked, swimming as they were with her excited wetness. Her hands gripped Diane's ass cheeks, pulling her tightly against her sucking and probing mouth.
"Oh god, oh god, yes, yes..." Diane's hands were caressing the blonde head that was feeding on her. "Les, do it, do it."
Leslie moved in between her thighs, Diane's legs were strong, firm, and hard against her boobs and her back. Diane's moans and cries increased, and Leslie knew that soon this woman, whose body had interested and tormented her for years would be hers. She would no longer wonder what it was like to fuck a beautiful woman, but she could also, during these moments of extreme pleasure, imagine she was Jane. Jane who was always making Diane come, and probably had made hundreds of women and girls come. The woman with whom she had fantasized and dreamt about, whose presence next door to was driving her mad. Jane who screwed and fucked Diane all the time, turning gorgeous, sexy, clever Diane into a boiling hot, sex toy.
Leslie was now licking faster and Diane's wetness and her saliva, were foaming around her mouth and Diane's labia. Drops of ejaculate and saliva were beading on Diane's thighs. Diane fell back on the coffee table, her legs went up, resting a foot on Leslie's back. Leslie stayed attached to her pussy like a limpet, sucking the juice out of the older woman, bringing her ever closer to release. Diane's fingers were running through Leslie's hair, teasing her permed blonde waves. Diane's juice was all over Leslie's mouth and nose.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" Diane felt herself succumbing to the orgiastic torrent. She had tried to slow it, to prolong and increase the pleasure, but the more she tried the more Leslie's hands and tongue made a mockery of her attempts. Every inch of her toned body was on fire with tingling pleasure. She arched her back as she lay on the table, and wrapped her thighs tight around Leslie's blonde head, and then everything gave way. The whole experience had been so long coming. Diane remembered as she started to come her first meeting with Leslie those few years ago. Leslie all apparently innocent in her tight white running shorts and long bare legs, her breasts perky under the gray sports bra, Frank saying. "This is Leslie, she's been wanting to meet you for ages." Now, at fucking last, she's no longer my fantasy, she's real.
The orgasm flowed through Diane's body. She moaned and shuddered, squeezing Leslie, the bare soles of her feet pushing against Leslie's back and ass.
Leslie laid her head on Diane's chest and neck, sprawling on top of her as Diane came down from the orgasm.
"Dee how was it? Did you like it?" It was the first orgasm she had given to a woman, other than to herself. It felt good to have made Diane come. Leslie had climaxed many times after fantasizing about being with Diane and Jane. The real thing, when she was feeling Diane's amazing, warm, wet, luscious flesh, and experiencing her gyrating, squeezing, and moaning had been so much better than in her fantastical dreams.
"Les, Les, that was amazing. So, I guess we know you like women, don't we?" Leslie's head was nuzzling against Diane's breasts.
"I just like you, Dee." Leslie let her get up from lying on the table.
Diane was something to see totally naked. "Oh Les you like Jane a lot too. Don't deny it, you told me you did."
"OK, yes I do."
"Well, you've already made me unfaithful to Jane, but if you want me to," Diane hesitated, the f-word never came easily to her, "fuck you, then I only ask you don't tell Jane or Frank about this whole thing. I am very fond of them both. I don't want to hurt them. You're going to have to sort this out with Frank on your own." Leslie found Diane lecturing her very sexy. The desire to climax was so intense, there was only one possible answer.
"Oh god Diane, of course, I won't. I want you to fuck me, I mean do it like you do with Jane. Please?"
They kissed, Diane's tongue licking away her juices from Leslie's mouth and nose.
"Well come on then, let's go somewhere more comfortable." Diane held Leslie's hand as she led her to the stairs. Diane could see she was shaking with excitement. Leslie's shoes clicked on the stairs, as she followed the soft sound of Diane's bare feet. Her hand was on Diane's backside. Diane felt that it would be tempting the fates to make love to Leslie on the same sofa that she had first had Jane. There was some guilt about her taking advantage of hot Leslie when she was upset with Frank, but there again, she convinced herself that she had started it, and Diane had to admit that, with her longstanding crush on Leslie, surely succumbing to her charms was completely understandable, if not justified. She reckoned Jane would have made her move way earlier if she had had the same chance today. Diane was not naïve, nor was she blameless either. I'll tell Jane, she said to herself, she won't be happy, but her jealousy will be manageable; after all, they both had the same fantasy about Leslie. Diane, of course, still knew nothing of Jane's night with Leslie.
Diane led her past her bedroom to the next one down the corridor. She was not going to fuck her on the same bed she shared with Jane. That would be pushing it. She remembered Jane and their mutual seduction of each other that first time in the same corridor.
Diane lifted Leslie's cropped tank top and pulled it over her head, her blonde hair tumbling over her face as Diane threw it on the bed. Her lovely breasts with their hard nipples popped into view. Diane's mouth closed over one of them, her tongue sliding around the taut, springy flesh, caressing it gently. Leslie's hand was on Diane's sex, probing it.
"Oh Dee. Go on. Fuck me."
"Les, I want you to know, that I never thought you and I would get to this point, even though I've wanted it ever since we first met when you and Frank moved in. Now stand here, babe. Don't worry, I'm as nervous as you are." Diane was anxious about the inevitable loss of Frank's friendship, but she was unable to resist. Anyway, it was way too late, Leslie had already made her come. What will be will be. Diane couldn't wait to get her tongue inside the slim young body. Jane would understand.
Leslie lent against the bedroom wall and stood with her legs slightly apart, her back to Diane. Diane's fingers hooked over the low-slung waist of her leggings and pulled them down, they were so tight it was difficult. Her ass appeared; small white panties stretched over her beautiful bum. Leslie helped pull them down too. Diane gently maneuvered Leslie towards the bed. Diane removed each of her sexy heels, and then, at last, she pulled off her leggings. Next her panties were at her ankles and Leslie lifted her legs high, resting against Diane's large breasts, while she untangled them from each foot. Diane lay down on her, her strong, tanned body a beautiful contrast to Leslie's slimmer, paler one. Diane was so wet she felt she was dribbling on Leslie's thigh. They kissed, devouring each other's mouths and tongues. Leslie was throbbing all over, every part of her hypersensitive to the feel of Diane's skin against hers. Diane was massaging and penetrating Leslie's pussy, her finger inside her vagina and her thumb flicking and pushing down on her clitoris. Diane's nipples were pressing against Leslie's breasts. Leslie writhed underneath her as she got increasingly excited, her pussy on fire with overpowering sensations.
"Dee, oh my god, yeah, oh god." Leslie felt more alive than she had for years, more aroused, more excited, more sexually attractive than she thought possible. Her sex was unbearably ready. She thrust her hips up against Diane's. Their body heat was making both of them sweat. "Yeah, Dee, fucking give it to me, fuck me."
Diane whispered in her ear, "You ready, babe? I think you'll be coming soon. Tell me when you want it." Leslie was completely ready. She gasped as Diane inserted another finger inside her. "Now, now!" Diane's lips were now on the bare labia of Leslie's pussy. Leslie moaned as she felt the tongue caressing her clit oh so gently, almost teasingly. Then she was gone. Experiencing a powerful tornado of pleasure, so intense, she almost felt her bowels move. She went rigid, but Diane lay on top of her again, keeping her fingers inside and their mouths intertwined while she writhed below her, gasping, their bodies seeming to meld together into one. Leslie's erotic moans and cries were loud, and her thigh pushed hard against Diane's slit, giving Diane so much joy she almost climaxed.
"Dee, that was fucking amazing." Leslie was red in the face, her taut shapely body equally flushed as she lay beside Diane. "We must do it again and soon." The phone in the master bedroom rang. Nobody calls me, thought Diane. Then they both heard Frank's voice on the answer phone asking if she or Jane had seen Leslie as he was worried.
"Screw him." Leslie looked happy as her fingers danced over Diane's breasts and traced the curves of her hips.
"I don't know, Les, I think I had better answer. Poor man. You need to talk to him." Leslie lay naked beside her, one calf resting on top of the shin of the other leg, looking utterly desirable and ready for more. Diane went into her bedroom and called Frank back. She considered telling him Leslie was here, at her home, but lied instead. Like Jane, Diane could lie convincingly when necessary. "I saw her earlier, but I'm sorry I don't know where she is now. What's up?"
"We had a terrible row. I love her but I don't understand her. I'm really worried something might have happened to her."
"Well, she's only on foot, so she can't have gone far. She'll come back soon, try not to be concerned. If I see her, I'll let her know you're worried." Frank sighed unhappily and thanked Diane, although the thought of his beautiful wife wandering the streets in a distraught state did not comfort him one bit. He asked her to check that Jane had not seen her. The mention of Jane suddenly reminded Diane that she had been gone a long time too. Where the hell is she? She thought. She rang off and ran downstairs, still naked, to check her phone. There was a text from Jane. "Will be home in 20 min. Interesting morning!"
Diane quickly rushed upstairs and picked up a strapon from the dresser in their bedroom. As she was stepping into it, Leslie called out from the next room. "Dee, where are you? Come back."
Dee stood for a moment in the doorway, admiring Leslie who was lying on the bed looking totally, indescribably, beautiful, her blonde hair spread out on the pillows, a tuft of equally blonde pubic hair. "Les, are you ready for this?" She touched the tip of the white phallus. Leslie smiled. Diane thought she seemed the happiest she had looked for ages. Leslie sat up and opened her shapely legs. She pulled her fingers across her sex to imply she was ready. "Dee, I so want you. I can easily take that. It's bigger than Frank's." Diane looked stunning. If anyone looked perfect for fucking someone with a strapon it was Diane. Tall, strong, experienced, and yet also exceptionally beautiful. "Please fuck me so hard with it. As hard as you like." Dee approached her and knelt on the bed between her open legs. She kissed her. Leslie responded eagerly. Then Diane licked and spat on Leslie's pussy to moisten it, not that it needed it, her tongue and lips sweeping across the hard lump of her clitoris and her upper thighs, her phallus dragging against the bottom of the bed as she bent to do it. Her hands ran over Leslie's thighs and breasts. "Les, you are so ready for this." Everything about Leslie was yearning for more. Fuck, thought Diane, oh my god, what will happen to her. Leslie can never go back to good old Frank. Not now.
"We've less than 20 minutes before Jane's back." Diane still found it hard to believe that she was doing all this to that pretty girl whom she had first met as Frank's 25-year-old newlywed a few years ago.
"Well then, put that thing inside me quick!"
Diane moved forward, fed the phallus gently into the waiting vagina and started to thrust away. Leslie sighed and then was gasping, crying, and moaning. She was the noisiest partner Diane had ever had. Jane used to squeal in enjoyment, but she was nothing to the erotic sounds coming from Leslie as the phallus slid in and out. Leslie spread her lovely legs wide, and Diane powered down hard into her. Leslie took every inch of the phallus. There was no erotic fighting and pushing back like there was with Jane, or even Roz, no one matched Jane for giving as good as she got. But the reward was to see and hear beautiful Leslie screaming in pleasure, her arms around Diane's firm waist, holding on for dear life as Diane pounded away, the wetness streaming out from around the plastic penis and running down over Leslie's asshole and onto the bed cover. Just looking at Leslie enjoying herself was a sight worth seeing. Her breasts swinging up and down, her mouth open as she cried and moaned and her startling pale eyes looking with lust into Diane's. The thumping on Diane's own pussy as she pumped away brought her to the precipice and both of them tumbled over the edge into a simultaneous, sweaty, gushing, climax that made every beautiful inch of Leslie's firm body stiffen in ecstasy.
Leslie was luxuriating while Diane lay on top of her, the strapon deep inside.
"Dee, that was fantastic. Keep it in, keep it in!" Diane let her enjoy the feeling of the hard phallus filling her sex as Les smiled and kissed her. Diane could feel Les' wetness dripping out of her vulva as it slowly flowed past the plastic penis filling her vagina. Every time she moved even a small amount, Leslie moaned and there was still more fluid. Diane could have stayed there all day lying on top of Leslie, her penis buried in her. But Jane would be back any time now. All good things must come to an end, she thought regretfully. It was one of the rare times when she wished Jane would stay away for longer.
"Les, we have to finish and get dressed, Jane'll be back any moment. We can't be like this when she comes, or my life won't be worth living. Also, you must let Frank know you're Ok, the poor man is probably sick with worry. Quick, quick, I'll help you dress. Come on sexy, move your ass."
Leslie reluctantly unwrapped her arms from around Diane's waist. Out popped the cum-covered penis and Diane gave her the clothes that were scattered about the bedroom. On went her cropped tank and then those leggings. "Come on Les, for god's sake." She helped pull up Leslie's leggings, smoothing the tight material over her legs and pulling up the waist running her hands over her groin, hips, and backside.
"Shit, Dee, it's your house, isn't it? She can't complain." Leslie wanted Jane to find them fucking. Maybe she'd join in?
"If you were me, would you want to lose Jane? Jesus, get those shoes on and come on." Diane went to her bedroom and slipped on a short, Japanese-themed beach cover up over her nakedness.
The BMW arrived and Jane, full of her encounter with Rika, found Diane and Leslie sitting together on the sofa. Diane in her cover up. Beautiful bare legs. Lovely, she thought.
"Oh hello, Les." In former times she would have commented on how sexy Leslie looked, and by god she was really hot today, but Jane was trying to be a good girl.
"Janie; Les and Frank have had a bad argument, and she's came round for tea and sympathy." Diane delivered the words as if absolutely nothing of interest had occurred between them. Leslie's sex was still throbbing in the aftermath of Diane's thrusting phallus.
"I can't see any tea." Jane's sexual radar was alerted. Dee and Les. Les even more fuckable than usual. Dee naked under that cover up. All that delicious flesh. Perhaps.
"It's a saying, Janie, as you know."
"She could stay here for a bit, Dee. If that's what's needed." Diane guessed that a ménage a trois was in the front of Jane's mind. She's so predictable.
"No, I've told her to go and talk it out with Frank. I think it would be a disaster if she stayed here." All three of them knew that things might develop to the detriment of all of them. The sexual tension between them would have been unsupportable. Leslie knew Diane was right, but seeing Jane again, all happy, healthy, and brimming with vitality, she would have loved to stay. She felt a little cheated that Jane had broken up her sex session with Diane. Leslie was also surprised that Diane was so worried about Jane finding out. Aren't they both about free love and all that? Neither of them seemed to care much about the other when they were trying to get her into bed.
"Hardly a disaster, Dee. She's quite safe here. But if that's what you think, then of course, go home Les. Frank's a lovely man. Don't treat him badly."
"Janie, they had a nasty row. I don't know the details. I don't think Les did anything wrong."
Jane was irritated that she had missed what sounded like a good heart-to-heart with Leslie. She realized she was jealous of what might have happened. She didn't think she would be, but there it was. Diane and Leslie kissed, and Diane said she was walking Leslie home.
"You're going out in just that?" Jane touched Diane's beach robe.
"Good point. I'll be back in a moment." Diane went upstairs and slipped on panties and a light minidress.
While Diane was gone Jane and Leslie looked at each other rather awkwardly. Leslie offered, "She was swimming" as an explanation of why Diane had on the beach robe.
"Yeah, I assumed. Diane looks good in a bikini, doesn't she?"
"Yes." Leslie paused, but felt she had to say more. "Jane, I had hoped to see you too, but you were out."
"Yes, I was. In the park." Jane was about to ask Leslie whether she knew Rika when Diane reappeared. Leslie arose and thanked Diane "for the chat." Jane gave her a kiss. "Bye, Les, see you." Jane felt excluded from the obvious intimacy between Leslie and Diane.
Frank was very happy to see Leslie. "Les, I'm sorry about all I said. Hello Diane. Thanks for looking after her." Diane looked gorgeous as usual he thought.
"I didn't need looking after." Leslie said snappily. She looked meaningfully at Diane as she said goodbye. Diane felt sorry for both of them. Leslie was a girl with a big problem. Frank would be devastated to find out that his wife had fucked a woman he admired greatly and considered his friend. Diane felt it would inevitably come out sometime. She'd better be ready.
Jane was watching TV, when Diane got back, doing her nails. Diane sat down next to Jane.
"So, what was that all about then?"
Diane explained but failed to mention anything about sex. It left Jane mystified as to why Diane had got so involved in another couple's domestic argument.
Diane's guilty conscience, however, was powerful. She was certain that Jane would one day find out about her and Leslie. Frank would learn of it, and he would cut Diane dead, or tell Jane all about it, or Leslie herself would tell Jane sometime. Its inevitability forced Diane to confess; better now than much later.
"Janie, remember our conversation about Leslie a few weeks ago after Frank came round and complained to us about her?"
Jane looked up from her task and gave Diane one of her most wonderful smiles. "You mean the one in which you confessed that you'd like to fuck her blue?" Diane knew the smile was not going to last. I'll treasure that look for ever though, she thought.
"Well, yes, but I didn't put it quite like that."
"No, but that's what you meant."
"OK, OK. Well, it happened."
Jane's hazel eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "What happened?"
"Well, Leslie...she, um, kind of seduced me into having sex with her."
Jane's mouth opened and she stopped painting her nails. "Dee, are you saying you fucked Leslie?"
"In a word, yes. But she started it. She got my tits out and took it from there."
"So, she fucked you, and you then fucked her?" Jane felt a little sick. My god, she thought, that fucking bitch Leslie. I'll wring her pretty neck. Jane was speechless in shock, even though it was not a complete surprise to her.
"Dee, I never thought you'd do that to me, I'm..." Jane experienced more jealousy than she ever thought she was capable of. "I'll fucking kill her. I'll beat her fucking senseless. Stamp her into the dust."
"Janie, it's not really her fault."
"Why? Because you're so fucking irresistible, she can't control herself? I'll fuck her with one of her fucking stilettos, the bitch." Jane wiped her teary eyes. "I can't stand to be with you right now." She got up, suppressing her sobs, and ran upstairs. A door slammed leaving Diane all alone.
"That went well." Diane muttered to herself. Jane was way more upset than she expected. Perhaps she and I will be all over now. Diane felt the pain of having betrayed her, but she had thought and hoped that Jane would understand, given that both had expressed a desire to do what she had done to Leslie. Jane's overreaction greatly surprised her. But then wasn't that so Jane? So intensely emotional. Diane remembered her own jealousy when she thought that Jane had strayed with Marie Bradley. Oh well, I guess I had it coming.
Jane stayed upstairs for the rest of the day. But she emerged about 6:00 barefoot in the same summer frock. Diane had made a salad, and they ate it separately, Jane was silent as a grave. She sat pointedly on the other side of the family room. Diane talked to her as if nothing had happened, her voice full of false chattiness. In the end she gave up talking and watched TV silently, Jane sitting in the gloom on the other side of the room or out on the patio. About 9:00 Jane went upstairs, and Diane heard the shower. Later Diane crept into the bedroom, showered, and got into bed. She was relieved to see that Jane was in the bed asleep. She thought it likely she would have slept in another room.
Diane suddenly remembered she had not checked the other bedroom. She experienced a brief panic when she thought Jane might have been there when she was sulking. But when she went in and noticed a pair of panties on the floor and the disordered cover on the bed with, thank god, no visible wet spot on the bed, she realized it was undisturbed. If Jane had been in there this evidence would have brought out more paroxysms of anger from her. In her hurry to get dressed Leslie had clearly omitted her panties. Diane could not resist smelling them. Leslie without panties in those leggings: yes please. She felt under the bed and found the strapon, still wet from Leslie. Diane sat on the bed. That had been some session. Although she felt guilty, she felt less bad about it than about her night with lovely Roz. Roz had been mainly revenge sex. Amazing, but nevertheless revenge for what she thought was Jane's betrayal of her. Leslie had been like a gift from heaven. Like receiving a well-deserved bonus, or prize. Something sort after for a long time. She had played a long game and had finally succeeded.
All three women were not all that different in what they wanted. They wanted each other, separately, or best of all, all three together at once. That was Diane's ultimate. She could die happy after that. She was almost certain that Jane and Leslie wanted it too. She smiled at the thought. Whether it would happen would be controlled by events in the Spencer household. Poor Frank, he really was too old for Leslie. But, still, to find out your wife prefers women. A sorry blow for any man.
She rinsed the strapon and put the panties in the wash. The strapon was put back in the cabinet and she slid back into bed next to Jane who was sleeping on her side. Diane looked at her girlfriend in the dim light. She looked utterly, impossibly lovely. She was naked except for her panties.
Diane kissed her gently. "Oh Janie, my darling, I'm sorry. I do love you; I really hope you know that." Diane's arms enclosed Jane's hard body, and her hands cupped the two perfect breasts, her thumbs pressing and caressing the long nipples. Jane moaned but she turned so she was lying on her stomach. Diane guessed this was a sign she was rejecting their usual Saturday night sex. Diane held her and whispered, "Night night, Janie."
Diane shut her eyes and tried to sleep. She hoped having the wonderful Leslie had not completely ruined her life with the sublimely sexy, although often infuriating Jane.