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A little flutter of adrenalin worked its way through Lucy's stomach as she waited with her husband Tom on the doorstep of his new managers home. Within a few seconds of ringing the bell she heard footsteps, and took the opportunity to straighten her hair quickly with her right hand before the door swung open and they were invited in.

Mark Thorn and his young wife, Kate, had recently moved to the area, and upon speaking to Mark in the village pub a few Fridays ago, Tom had discovered that he was soon to be working under Mark at the accounts office in which he had been for the past three years. When Mark had kindly invited Tom and Lucy round to meet his wife and have dinner, Tom had accepted, much to Lucy's horror.

Lucy hated meeting new people, especially those that she would have to create a very good impression with, as she would tonight. Tom had been hoping to be promoted to assistant manager to Mark, and had rather untactfully "warned" Lucy to be on her best behaviour earlier in the evening, and she resented having to be there at all. Until, she saw Mark.

When he opened the front door and gave Tom a friendly handshake, before turning to her and smiling, then leaning in to kiss her softly on the cheek, it was all she could do not to gasp. His boyish black curly hair fell just over his eyes, and the intoxicating aroma of his obviously well chosen aftershave filled her nostrils, and the very slight essence of his stubble against her cheek made her tremble.

He was stunning. She couldn't take her eyes off him, as he stood upright again and gestured for them to come in. Walking behind him, closely followed by Tom, Lucy watched the way Marks lithe body moved beneath his trousers, noticing the slight plumpness of his ass and the way his shirt was pulled taught against his wide shoulders.

Lucy had never been so taken by someone so quickly as she was by Mark Thorn, and got an even bigger surprise when she was lead into the lounge to meet his wife, Kate. A tall, slim blonde was sitting on a chaise longue drinking what looked like Irish cream liquor, and she smiled at them all as they came in. "Hi there"! She said, "its great to meet you both. Please, have a seat". Kate Thorn could have been a model.

She was beautiful, with her natural blonde hair, green eyes and perfect body, and Lucy could see immediately why Mark was with her. Swinging her legs around so she could face them all, Kate offered them all drinks, and got up to go to the kitchen to prepare their requests. Looking around, Lucy noticed the expensive leather chairs, the paintings, the huge Persian rug and the beautiful old style open fire that was crackling quietly beneath the huge oak fireplace.

She felt a pang of envy; thinking about her and Tom's humble abode, and quickly turned her attentions back to her husband and his new boss. "It's lovely to meet you and Kate, Mark", she said, aware of an awkward silence in the room. "And it is a pleasure meeting you too Lucy", he replied, once again taking her hand and actually leaning in to kiss it!

She giggled, but stopped abruptly when she saw the look on Tom's face, a silent warning for her to not show him up, etched upon his brow. Sighing lightly, she left them to it and went to find Kate in the kitchen, who was struggling to open a second bottle of Baileys, so she walked in and offered to help.

"I hate these blasted things", Kate moaned, willingly handing Lucy the icy cold bottle, which she managed to open by wrapping her hand in a tea towel. "Oh excellent" laughed Kate, "I couldn't have lasted the evening without some Dutch courage ya know. I was sooooo nervous about meeting you and Tom"! Lucy laughed, relieved that they had finally broken the ice, and she held the glasses as Kate poured the smooth creamy liquor into the four glasses. "Come on", Kate said, taking two of the full tumblers from Lucy, "lets leave them to their shitty work talk. You and me can get pissed as farts"!!

Two hours later, after the four of them had sat down to a fantastic Italian meal, which Kate admitted she had had delivered and heated up, Lucy and Kate relaxed in the kitchen with their drinks, while the guys sat in the lounge discussing football tactics.

"I think we can safely say that the job is Tom's", Kate whispered knowingly, as she poured yet another glass of liquor. "Oh I do hope so", Lucy replied, holding her glass out so that her new friend could top it up. "Tom's driven me mental talking about it these past few weeks".

Lucy laughed loudly, the effect of the alcohol quite obvious now when a little drop of it spilt from her glass and landed promptly on the crest of her left breast, and curved its way downwards to be swallowed by her ample cleavage. For a second, she watched it, then looked up at Kate, who was also transfixed, and burst out laughing.

"God im fucked", howled Kate, causing Lucy to laugh harder, and the two of them sat there like schoolgirls giggling over the fact that Kate had said she was fucked! "I wish I was", was Lucy's reply, greeted by more gails of laughter from Kate who was now really quite plastered.

Suddenly Kate stopped laughing, and doing her utmost to look serious, said "Oh my god! Let's do it"! "Do what"? Lucy asked, almost afraid of what the answer was going to be.

"Lets fuck"!!! Kate was giggling wickedly at Lucy, and the look of shock on her face. "I'm serious", she added, taking another sip of her drink before setting it down on the table and reaching over to relieve Lucy of her glass. Lucy was a totally taken aback, especially when Kate leaned forward, peered down the front of her dress and giggled again. "Was just wondering where your Baileys had gone. Somewhere nice by the looks of it", and to Lucy's shock, Kate leaned right down and gently followed the sticky line that the liquid had left, with her tongue.

The urge to push Kate away was overpowered by another sensation inside Lucy, one, to her utter amazement that could only be described as lust, and without meaning to, let a small moan escape from her lips when Kate's tongue flicked over one of her exposed, nipples, immediately causing it to stiffen. She had chosen not to wear a bra tonight under her ankle length dress, and for an unashamed second, wondered if Kate would find out that she was pantieless too. Hardly able to breath, she watched as Kate continued to caress her nipples in turn, licking them, circling them with her tongue and even biting them, hard enough for Lucy to cry out.

She had never so much as kissed another woman before, let alone anything else, and fought to locate the sober part of her mind that would tell her to stop, but she couldn't. Or didn't want to. Surely to god, alcohol causes you to do things you wouldnâ€™t normally do; makes you carefree and open to do things without even realising you are doing them, but right now, as she sat there beneath Kate's mouth, she knew exactly what was happening, and she didn't want to stop it.

Without a word, she began to stoke Kate's long hair, closing her eyes to heighten the other senses she was experiencing right now, and again, moaned as her lady lover's mouth urged her nipples to rigid little peaks beneath her dress. She wanted more. So much more, and she leaned back in her chair, the air finding a patch of dampness between her legs confirming her desire. Without further prompting, Kate put her hand on Lucy's right knee, and moving her face away from the two hard nipples, she gestured for Lucy to stand up. The front of Lucy's dress seemed to have stretched a little, and it gaped enough to allow the coolness of the air to reach her wet nipples, sending shivers of excitement through her body. She stood with her ass resting against the edge of the large wooden table and gasped when Kate pushed her backwards, forcing her to sit on the table itself. Kate reached down, and slowly began to lift the hem of Lucy's dress higher until it was literally to her waist, revealing the place that Lucy wanted to be touched and caressed the most.

Sitting back down in her chair, Kate manoeuvred herself so that she was sitting between Lucy's legs, facing her, her eyes at the same level as her friend's sopping pussy. Reaching forward, she gently parted Lucy's knees, and moaned softly at the site before her. The soft pink lips of Lucy's secret place glistened with the juices of her arousal, and her clitoris, now swollen, had revealed itself just beneath the delicious folds.

Kate brought her hand to her mouth, and sucked on her forefinger, before tracing a gentle path up and down Lucy's slit, causing her to groan and part her legs more, willing Kate to press slightly deeper and stroke her throbbing clit. Kate knew how turned on her lover was, simply because she herself was experiencing the same ache in her groin, the same throb of arousal in her clit, and the same trickle of juice as it escaped her pussy. Unselfishly ignoring her own needs, Kate continued to caress Lucy's pussy, again and again running her forefinger up and down the opening, each time adding a little more pressure, until finally she felt the hardness of Lucy's clitoris against her finger, and decided to put an end to her torture. With the slightest of pressure she stroked the little bud with her thumb, whilst her forefinger and index finger slipped in and out of the tight hole below. She knew exactly what to do, knew exactly what Lucy was feeling now as she watched the look of sheer sexual ecstasy on her face.

By now, Lucy was almost delirious with desire, Kate's gentle touch bringing her so close to the point of orgasm, wanting so badly to cum, yet not wanting this to end. She lay back on the table, completely opening herself to her friend, and cried out in pleasure when she felt Kate's tongue replace her finger and start flicking endlessly at her clit, her two fingers thrusting harder and harder and faster in and out of her wetness. She knew she was going to cum, and reached behind her head, searching for something, anything, to grip onto, and gasped when her fingers found flesh.

In the excitement, Lucy had not seen Mark enter the kitchen, and for a split second wondered if Kate had known all along. But right now she didnâ€™t care, and when he realised he had been found out, Mark lay across the table next to Lucy, and for a few seconds watched as his wife pleasured her friend. Kate turned her head and immediately saw his erection jutting beneath his flies, and was unable to resist taking hold of him over the trousers and rubbing him enough to make him moan aloud. Kate didn't seem to care, and carried on with her face buried in the folds of Lucy's slickness, her tongue against Lucy's clit, her fingers fucking her.

Ohhhh she was so close to cumming and knew now that this had been planned but, god, she didnâ€™t care. She didn't even think about Tom or where he was. All she could do was ride the wave after wave of pleasure that shot through her body before all of a sudden it became too much, and with a cry, she came. Se came so hard she went dizzy, her legs clamped together against Kateâ€™s shoulders, her grip on Marks rigid cock so tight it must have hurt him, her back arched as she came, feeling Kateâ€™s tongue enter her, sucking every drop of cum from her clit and then delving inside her again to taste the rest. It felt as though her climax would never end, until finally she began to calm down, her cries and moans turned to panting, as she struggled to gain her breath again.

As she lay there, Mark slid off the table and stood up, moving round to where his wife was. There, they changed places, and without a single word, he unbuttoned himself, and in one thrust he was inside Lucy, so deeply she screamed as another wave of pleasure hit her. Over and over again he slammed into her creamy pussy, and when she heard cries of pleasure, realised they were coming from Kate, who was now sitting where her husband was standing, frantically bringing herself to what looked like a powerful orgasm. Seeing Kate cum like that tipped Lucy over the edge again, and gripping Mark's ass she came again, screaming his name as he too exploded deep inside her, filling her with hot cum, his cries muffled as he flopped onto her, his face buried in her neck. For a while they lay there without moving, without uttering a word, until Kate began to giggle.

Slowly, stiffly, Mark got up, and gently pulled Lucy into a sitting position on the edge of the table again, where she lifted herself up to pull her dress back down over her hips. She looked up at Mark and smiled, before turning to Kate. "I don't believe that just happened", she said, half laughing half shocked. "I do, and it was fantastic"!!!! Laughed Kate, "want to go again"? They laughed and Lucy slid off the table and stood up. "Oh my god", she suddenly gasped, "where's Tom"????? "Oh it's ok babe", Mark replied, a small grin playing on his lips. "He's busy looking at the paperwork involved for his new management position".