Friend In Need - Sex At The Party 3

Saturday afternoon, everyone gathered at the house for a pool-side barbecue. Diane kept out of sight until the critical moment. It was her job to bring out the ribs. Everyone knew that something was going on because Cheryl requested that they all leave their kids at home. Cheryl waited until everyone was settled on the deck, then rang a bell. When Diane stepped through the patio doors in that uniform, carrying the platter of raw meat, there was a sudden mass intake of air, absolute silence, then a pin dropped. Sue also dropped her drink.

Diane never looked sexier. She had a full body blush as she stepped awkwardly towards the table, trying not to catch her spike heels in the decking cracks. The wind whipped at her thin apron, treating us to flashes of her pussy, freshly shaved bald. All eyes followed her progress as she twisted away from the wind. Tongues fell to the deck; flies flew in and out of open mouths. Diane set the tray beside the grill, turned to Cheryl and said, almost in tears, "Will there be anything else, Ma'am?"

"No, just attend my guests and keep their drinks fresh." Diane did a curtsey and departed. Cheryl smiled at our astonished guests.

I wasn't sure how our friends would take this. Diane was a friend, our beloved Neal's widow. They'd grown accustomed to Cheryl's bizarre behavior. The women accepted Cheryl as a mistress to their husbands. Her bisexuality was an amusement. Inez and Rachel had experienced Cheryl as unwilling lovers. Neither was bisexual. Inez had taken quite a ribbing while she was paying interest on the loan. Cheryl used to take her off from the group and return her with a wet face. The women all knew that if they got too drunk, they were likely to be assaulted by Cheryl. It was a running joke. They playfully called Cheryl a sexual predator. When Diane came into the group, we all knew she'd have to have her. Diane proved to be unreachable. She never let her hair down, never drank, never got crazy. She was always modestly dressed and always the proper lady. Seeing Diane play the subservient maid in that outfit told volumes. They all knew how vulnerable Diane was and how determined and crafty Cheryl could be.

For the longest time, nobody spoke. Finally, Rachel stood and toasted Cheryl, saying, "Well, I suppose congratulations are in order. Maybe now I can tie one on without worrying about waking up with a woman's thighs clamped over my ears."

Nervous laughter broke out, thawing the tension. Frank said, "How is she, Cheryl?"

"As a maid, she sucks." Everyone broke up laughing at what they thought was a double meaning.

Inez said, "It just takes practice. Like they say, once you get past the smell, you've got it licked." More laughter followed.

Diane returned carrying a tray of fresh drinks. She seemed to be adjusting to the exposure. Though still flushed, she no longer bothered turning against the wind. She let the wind blow her apron up and tolerated the eyes feasting on her privates. At first, her old friends tried not to be obvious about their stares. Before long, they looked openly, unabashedly, even dipping heads to look between her legs. Even the women participated. Amazingly, no one treated her as an old friend, an equal. Cheryl never told them how to act, they just picked up on it. Comments about Diane's body began to flow in her presence. They spoke about her as though she weren't there. Cheryl enjoyed Diane's humiliation. Diane kept her cool composure even when someone poked a head under her skirt. She almost lost it when Frank grabbed her ass and made her spill a drink on the bikini-clad Rachel. Rachel swiped scotch off her bare legs and cried, "Clumsy bitch!" Rachel had never been terribly fond of Diane.

Diane turned fearful eyes on Cheryl and set the tray down. She apologized and began wiping Rachel's legs with a hand towel, giving the rest of us a delightful display of her naked pussy. She seemed oblivious of the show she was putting on as she swabbed Rachel's widely parted legs. Ed leaned in close to me and said, "I don't fuckin' believe this. You fuck her yet, Red?"

I smiled. Frank leaned around Diane's leg and looked right into Diane's crotch from the rear and exclaimed, "Jesus H Christ, her cunt is bald as a baby's butt. His hand went between her legs, instantly bringing Diane erect. She stiffened as Frank entered her. Cheryl shouted, "You take care of Rachel, bitch!" Slowly, trying to ignore Frank's plunging fingers, Diane returned to wiping Rachel's dry legs as Rachel hung her legs over the arm rests of her chair. Frank was lewdly finger-fucking Diane using his two middle fingers and whipping her crotch into a froth. Diane's knees appeared ready to buckle as she dutifully accepted the abuse and attended Rachel's inner thighs.

During this lewd exhibition, Dave and Sue sat quietly on my left, Sue at my side. Sue was taking it all in. Her eyes rarely left Diane's loins. Dave hadn't said a word. He had long ago learned to leave his morality at the door. He knew that at some point during the party, I'd take his wife by the hand and lead her to my bedroom, usually at a time when everyone was looking and could see where we went. Afterwards, I'd return her looking fresh-fucked, her hair a mess, her lipstick smeared, and semen trailing down her legs. Sue enjoyed being put on display in this way, though she always protested mildly. With Sue, you can only get her to do what she wants to do anyway. She just needs to feel helpless and pressured.

As she watched Frank abusing Diane, her face and neck grew splotches of red, a dead give away to her state of arousal. When Diane fell to her knees and succumbed to a powerful orgasm, Sue reached over and gripped my hand tightly, telegraphing her immediate need. When I didn't respond, she tugged. When that didn't work, she stood and pulled me to my feet, leading me into the house. She dragged me to the bedroom, shut the door, and attacked me. The woman was insatiable. She had me exposed, on my back, and mounted in record time. I took advantage of her aroused state to press once again on behalf of Cheryl. I said, "Sue, I'm getting tired of you putting off my wife. She wants you. Either you make yourself available to her, or I'm sending your pictures out to your parents and telling them who their grandchild's father really is."

I'd made this idle threat so many times, it was quite powerless. This time, however, Sue said, "Is there no other way?"

I said no, somewhat surprised. She hung her head in mock surrender and said, "I won't resist. Is she going to treat me like Diane?"

I hadn't thought about that, but quickly said, "You can count on it, and Dave better learn to accept it."

She looked into my eyes while riding my cock and said, "Dave knows his place, Red. Our daughter is proof of that. If he pouts or complains, he knows he won't get any for weeks." She paused, then said, "When are you going to tell Cheryl?"

"Right after we're through."

"God, do you think she might put me and Diane together?"

"How do you mean?"

"You know, make us do things to each other, put on a show."

"You mean like make you lick Diane's pussy in front of everyone."

"YES!"

"In the nude?"

"YES! Both of us."

"I think she will."

Sue moaned and bucked harder, riding my erection. After a few moments, she said, "Red, I'm pregnant again. It's yours. I told Dave right before we came over."

"Did you tell him it was mine?"

"Yes, but that wasn't necessary. Since I've been off the pill, he's been using a condom."

"No wonder he was so quiet."

"Red, are you going to make me carry this one full term also?"

"What do you think?"

She rode me harder, bucking furiously. She exploded in climax and slowed to a slow, gentle easy ride, moaning in ecstasy. She looked at me through glassy eyes, smiled, and said, "Everyone knows I'm your whore, Red. Tammy [her daughter], the neighbors, the church, even my parents know. Anyone that knows you and takes one look at Jenny knows. Going anywhere with her is like having a sign on my ass that says, 'Red's Whore.'"

"Good, soon you'll have two signs, won't you?"

"Yes! You bastard, you've ruined me. I'm not going to fight you anymore."

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