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Chloe had met a beautiful Latinx/Mexican-American girl at a wedding shower. She had seduced a kiss out of her, and later arranged and met with her for a dalliance. Rose, the girl she had slept with, had taken to lesbian love making like a duck to water. She hadn’t texted her because it turned out Rose was married. What to do, what to do?

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Chloe got a text, it read. “Great news, my husband has agreed we can ‘date’. When can I see you again? XO Rose

Her face lit up, she had not wanted to text her; she knew Rose had to deal with being a married woman. Now, it seemed her husband was aware and was okay if Rose slept with women. He probably wants to use this to get a threesome she thought; he would be wrong. She texted back;

“So glad you were able to make this work, I can’t wait to see you again! How about the same time and place as last time? But let’s not meet for coffee, just come to me! XO

Suddenly, her week was looking up.

Rose got the text while at work. She didn’t see it right away, but when she read it, her lips pulled back into a smile. She stared off into space for several minutes, thinking of how they had made love before. Her little lady started feeling moist. She would tell Ike, but didn’t think it would be a problem.

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“You’re seeing her again. Kinda fast, don’t you think? It’s only been a week.” Ike said, caught off guard to hear Rose wanted to see this ‘woman’ again.

“I thought you were okay with me seeing her? That’s what you said last time!” she pouted.

“I know, I know, but I didn’t expect it to be so…soon. I guess I’m worried you have become infatuated with her. Any chance you’re growing obsessed with her?” He asked.

“No, I knew that I wanted to see her again. I don’t know why timing should be an issue. Yes, I find this exciting, but I really don’t think I’m obsessed with her. Let me go see her, and then I’ll tell her we have to slow down. Okay?” She smiled her wifey smile that got him to agree to her ideas.

“Okay, I guess that works,” he was mollified.

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As the work week progressed, Ike found himself distracted at work. Either he was thinking of Rose and her fling, or he was meeting with push back from one of his staff. Johnny, a new hire at his company, had a way of getting under Ike’s skin. Maybe it was his ‘know it all’ way he carried himself or his arrogant posturing…but he was definitely not Ike’s cup of tea. As it turned out, there was a company competition in coding. Rules were simple, design a simple game, and the game that had the most ‘plays’ won.

Johnny kept bragging that he would have the top game, and laughed at other people’s ideas. Tuesday, was the judging, and it had Ike so focused on work, he had completely forgotten Rose was meeting up with her girlfriend Wednesday night. As Tuesday crept by, the tally on the digital display in the lobby alternated. Of the top three, Ike and Johnny kept switching for the top spot. At one point, around lunch, a small group of people gathered at the flat screen tv that had the live results. Polling closed at 4pm, one hour before quitting time. Johnny was being Johnny, in other words bragging.

“Put Anadolu Yakası Escort your money where your mouth is, Jonathan! Dinner and drinks are on the loser!” Ike dared Johnny. When he found out his birth name, he used to get under his skin.

“Alright, I’ll do you one better. Dinner and drinks and $100 or something of equal value. How about that?” Johnny took the bait.

“Deal!” both of them shaking on it.

Ike had created his small game inspired by the Cuphead video game; simple graphics and game play with surprising difficulty to advance. It was addicting. Johnny had created a game that had lots of graphics, but the game wasn’t impossible to figure out. After lunch, as the crowd passed the lobby, it was clear Ike had taken the lead. As the final hours passed, his lead crept up even more.

“Shit!” Johnny exclaimed at the end of the challenge.

Ike was presented with an award, a miniature old fashioned video game, like the ones that had once filled arcades. Johnny stood there, silent and brooding. He finally walked over and shook Ike’s hand.

“Dinner tomorrow night? There is a microbrewery that actually has good food, called Taps. We can meet there at say 5:30?” he sounded deflated.

“You’re on. See you then.” Ike did a miserable job trying not to gloat.

When he got home, he told Rose all about it. She smiled and was happy for him, hugged him in further congratulations.

“Good for you, glad you one-upped him. He was really getting on your nerves.” she smiled. She held back from reminding him about her time with Chloe, he was happy and for the time being she didn’t want to give him reason to have second thoughts.

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The sun rose on Wednesday morning, and Rose was thinking of Chloe all day, while Ike was planning to order the most expensive dinner on Johnny’s tab, and he was going to drink up while he was at it. The work day passed quickly, and it was time to call it a day. Ike texted Rose, letting her know he was cashing in at Johnny’s expense and would probably be home later.

“Have fun making him eat crow!” she texted back, neglecting to remind him where she was going.

When Rose arrived at Chloe’s little cottage house, she saw the front door open slightly, leaving a darkened interior lit by the outside light. She stepped into the house, and there stood Chloe. She was wearing a silk robe that was open. The soft swell of her breasts could be seen, but her pink delightful nipples were covered. Lower, her barely there g-string was also visible. She took Rose’s hand and led her, walking backwards into the bedroom. Scented candles were lit, and flickered in a half light. Her smile risqué, her body language carnal.

She let her robe drop, then dropped her panties. She climbed into the bed, and laid back, her fingers at her mouth, teasing Rose.

“Make me feel beautiful, Rose.” she whispered, returning Rose’s statement from their first tryst.

Rose, her lust already peaking, climbed on top of her, kissing her pink aroused nipples. Chloe ran her fingers through Rose’s hair, her face turned to the side, enjoying the attention. Rose ran her hand along Chloe’s thigh, caressing her as she reached for her venus. Chloe parted her legs, giving Rose permission to have her way with her.

“Play with my pussy,” Chloe told Rose, who willingly obliged.

As Rose continued placing kisses on her torso, her fingers explored Chloe’s lower lips, teasing them as much as stimulating them. Chloe’s fingers played with Rose’s tulip as they worshiped each other. The perfume Chloe was wearing intoxicated Rose with passion for her feminine lover. Rose kisses were continuing down towards Chloe’s chalice, and when she reached it, her lips replaced her fingers, still teasing and stimulating her valley. Chloe moved ever so slightly and lifted one of Rose’s legs so she could suckle her flower as well. They stayed that way, each licking, sucking and stimulating each other’s temple.

Once they both reached their first of several climaxes, the lovers shifted so they were facing each other, they continued kissing, their hands now masturbating each other. Both were moaning with sensual delight. They looked into each other’s eyes as they made love, their sapphic desire unchained. After a soft climax, they shifted and cupped each other’s venus, their flower and their hips alternated rubbing the other’s box, scissoring each other; the lust over taking them, their need for a bigger orgasm driving their movements. They continued until both started shaking, their bodies releasing their pent up lust with abandon. They squirted on each other, then took turns licking each other clean. Their bodies spent, Chloe crawled on top of Rose, and lay on top of her. Chloe’s legs were slightly open, her mound pressing on Rose’s mound. They kissed as Rose’s hands ran across Chloe’s soft skin. They enjoyed their post-passion bliss, not wanting to move, not wanting to return to reality.

Eventually, Rose had to leave, she was running late as it was. She stood at the doorstep, kissing Chloe goodbye in a way that said she’d rather stay the night.

Minutes after Rose left, the door opened and Pamela walked in the door. Chloe turned, surprised to see her back. Pamela, a power blond that could win any bikini contest or model them for that matter, stood there looking at Chloe.

“Who is that you were kissing on my doorstep Chloe? Are you cheating on me?” she demanded.

“Sorry, not sorry. I was returning the favor.” Chloe didn’t back down.

“Okay, so she’s your revenge fuck. I get it, you got me. That’s what I get for my infidelity. But it’s over now.” demanded Pamela.

“You cheated on me for a year, that’s the least I can get. Don’t you think? I did it when you’re leading your workout class, I’m not shoving it in your face, at least, not like you did to me.” she reasoned.

Pamela stepped up to Chloe, kissing her on the lips.

“Fair enough, you have a year. I’ll stay a little later for my Wednesday class so you can have your fun. But do be a dear, and get in the shower. I’m horny from seeing you kiss her, time for ‘our’ fun to begin.”

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Ike arrived at Taps, and quickly found Johnny, clapping him on the back. He raised his hand to signal a waitress.

“Red Ale, Jeremiah Red if you have it.” He smiled at the pretty little girl. Johnny asked for the house brew.

“Okay, okay. I lost, I get it. Are you going to rub it in all night?” Johnny lamented.

“Yeah, pretty much!” Ike said as he looked at the menu for the priciest dish they had.

“So what’s your secret? How’d you do it?”

“I focused on the game mechanics, you focused on the graphics. It’s a small game, so mechanics were more important than looks.”

“Ah,” Johnny sighed. “Well, you got me!”

When the waitress returned with their drinks, they ordered dinner, Ike let Johnny order first, which was a Taps Burger. Ike ordered the Steak he had Johnny’s delicious cock sucking on his mind. Although Ike had fantasized about licking dick, and sucking cock; never in a million years would he have gone for Johnny. But now that it happened, he had to admit he wouldn’t mind dropping a load of cum in his mouth again.

Ike walked to his desk, saying good morning to all the usual people. It wasn’t long before he was at his desk and his desk neighbors were congratulating him on his victory. He regaled them with how he had ordered the most expensive dish on the menu and drank copious amounts of craft beer on Johnny’s tab.

“Ha ha, live it up! Next time, I’ll win and I’ll win and repay the favor!” Johnny said as he walked by. The guys around Ike’s desk got a chuckle out of that.

The day went by with little to no interaction with Johnny. In fact, it seemed Johnny was a bit deflated. As Ike walked to his car for the day, he ended up just a few strides behind Johnny. They were the only two in that part of the parking lot. Johnny saw Ike as he climbed into his car, and rolled the window down. As he drove past Ike’s car, he said;

“Anytime you need some relief…,” he suggested with a smirk and drove off.

Meanwhile, Rose got a text from Chloe. It read:

“This Saturday morning, I’m available. If you can make it, I would really like seeing you. XOXO”

Rose thought about it, Ike would probably be at the gym or golfing. It was kinda out of the norm, and the boundaries of their agreement, but then the agreement hadn’t been set in stone. She would ask him, rather than assume he was okay. This way, if he disagreed she wasn’t stepping on his toes. Better to be able to see Chloe once a week than jeopardize it with an extra day.

That night, she brought it up after some light mid-week sex with Ike. Ike didn’t see a problem with it, since it seemed like it was a random opportunity. He hadn’t decided what he was doing Saturday morning, but figured it would be okay.

Friday at work was the usual relaxed atmosphere for Ike. While work was done, there was joking and conversations that lasted longer than usual. Even lunch was longer; the supervisor didn’t really check to see if folks came back ‘on time’. Ike decided to run an errand instead, he went to buy Rose some gifts, and would surprise her Saturday morning with a romantic bed-in-breakfast. As he returned, he saw Johnny getting out of his car.

“Hey,” Ike said noncommittally.

“Still thinking of our fun, you taste delicious.” Johnny replied.

“About that, while it was nice…you’re not really my type.”

“So let’s find your type.” Johnny suggested. He went on to tell Ike about a drag brunch that was put on at a gay bar in the downtown area. He left it with, “Maybe I’ll see you there…or not!”

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