Antonia was in the middle of a disastrous divorce and turned to her friends for comfort. Linda and Anabelle insisted she stay with them until everything was finalized. It was nice having her there. It gave them time to catch up, since they hadn't seen much of her during her marriage. The first few nights were rough. It took a while for Antonia to talk about her feelings, shedding a few tears in the process. In time, she felt better. The girls’ company was just what she needed to begin healing from her broken heart. Antonia was grateful to have such caring and supportive friends.
Linda and Anabelle were no ordinary women, but the kind of couple that lived by their own rules. They were very open-minded and didn’t tie each other down, or put labels on their relationship. It was extremely different from what Antonia was used to. Everything about their lifestyle was relaxed and carefree. They rarely even closed any doors in their house.
One morning, Antonia saw Linda eating Anabelle out over the bathroom counter. She was walking past and stopped in the hallway, her attention drawn by the sounds of their moans. She couldn’t resist peeking through the half-open door. Anabelle saw her and gave her a smile. Antonia got nervous and walked away when their eyes met, but the image had been replaying in her head all day. She loved the fact that her friends were so uninhibited. This made it easier for Antonia to be herself and start embracing her own newfound freedom.
That evening, all three of the girls were in separate parts of the house, engaged in their own activities. Linda was in the kitchen making drinks, Anabelle was in the living room listening to music, and Antonia was just finishing up a long hot shower. Linda joined Anabelle on the couch and set the drinks down on the coffee table. Anabelle went upstairs to get Antonia, who was just about to get dressed when she reached the door. Anabelle saw a glimpse of Antonia's voluptuous form while she was drying herself off, and gave her a look of admiration.
“You don't need to dress,” Anabelle suggested with a smile. “Linda already has our drinks waiting. Come down as you are.”
Antonia happily agreed and went downstairs in just her towel. Somehow, seeing Anabelle naked that morning made her more comfortable about being undressed. She saw that Anabelle wasn't wearing much either. The lower curves of Anabelle's bottom peeped out under her tiny shorts and her T-shirt barely covered her stomach. Antonia couldn't help but stare at her from behind as they walked down the steps.
Once they reached the living room, Antonia saw that Linda was just wearing a sheer red robe. She could plainly see her perky breasts right through it as she took her glass.
The drinks Linda made were very strong. Just one glass brought out a warm glow from Antonia's complexion and had her head swimming. She was relaxed and content. They were all having a wonderful time talking and laughing. Antonia almost forgot she was only in a towel, wrapped at her chest. All the laughing unraveled it and let her beautiful breasts out in full view. Linda and Anabelle smiled at each other, silently agreeing to get Antonia out of her towel completely.
Linda set her glass down and daringly leaned in to kiss Antonia right in the middle of her laughter. It was brash and unexpected, but Antonia immediately got excited. She turned towards Anabelle, who also leaned in to kiss her. Linda caressed Antonia's breasts as they kissed, guiding her back further towards Anabelle. Linda kissed down Antonia's chest and sucked her nipples, while Anabelle turned Antonia's face to hers for a kiss. Linda kissed down Antonia's body and spread her legs over the couch. Her towel fell away, revealing her enticing form.
Antonia was enveloped by desire. Her friends were pleasing her from each end. Anabelle kissed Antonia's neck while Linda ran her tongue around Antonia's pussy, letting her soft red hair tease her inner thighs. Antonia’s wetness grew, juices trailing down Linda's chin. Antonia started trembling as Linda licked her clit faster. Linda snaked her fingers inside Antonia's soaked slot and held them still, making Antonia thrust up and down on her hand.
Anabelle was getting so turned on seeing Antonia lose control. She sank her teeth down Antonia's neck and sucked hard enough to leave a bruise, making Antonia moan. The twinge of pain added to her pleasure. The suction of Anabelle’s mouth amplified the sensation of Linda’s tongue. She held on to Anabelle's head and arched her back in delight, coming hard all over Linda's mouth and fingers. It had been so long since she'd climaxed, and her whole body shuddered in pleasure from the much-needed release.
Antonia leaned in and kissed Linda deeply while unwrapping her robe. She turned to Anabelle and pulled down her tiny shorts. Antonia sat them both on the couch and took turns kissing them and fondling their breasts. She knelt and trailed her tongue up Anabelle’s thigh, while circling her fingers over Linda’s pussy. She flicked her tongue up and down Anabelle’s clit and inserted her fingers inside her. Linda turned to Anabelle and kissed her as she moaned into her mouth.
Antonia sat up to kiss them both, her fingers squeezing inside each of their slots. She sucked on Anabelle’s big breasts, making her back arch. Linda held Antonia’s wrist closer, aiming her fingers precisely where she wanted them. Anabelle held on to the back of the couch, taking each sweet thrust of Antonia’s fingers.
Antonia flicked her fingers faster, hammering both the girls’ G-spots at the same time. She could feel their holes constrict, soaking her hands with juice. Linda began circling her clit and reached over to play with Anabelle’s pussy with her other hand. Anabelle, then, squeezed two fingers inside Antonia’s pussy. Their orgasms peaked, one after the other. The sounds of their melodic moans and squelching wet flesh filled the room as they came hard on each other’s hands. It was a beautiful dénouement to their fun-filled day.
After that evening, Antonia blossomed in self-assurance and was no longer bound by the troubles of her previous relationship. She stayed with her friends for some time and got used to their open lifestyle. They started hooking up more frequently, not leaving one corner of the house untouched. Antonia got so used to it, that every hot encounter with her friends became just an ordinary day.
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