Mature

Keywords: All, One, 02, and, Ch., For, for, All, One,

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It was a week later and the four couples gathered for dinner at Chris and Rae"s house. It didn"t take long for Carrie, Laura and Rae to sense a major shift in the group dynamic. Their husband"s feelings towards Carla had obviously changed for some reason. A week earlier, she was an "old hag who was going to destroy the friendship" the guys had built for a lifetime. Now, the wives were picking up odd changes in their husbands. Overly friendly greeting kisses, there was lots of contact, touching Carla every chance they got when she spoke to them. The fact that Carla was wearing skintight, black leather pants and a thin white blouse knotted under her bosom was bad enough, "downright sinful" as Laura called it. But the fact that Carla wasn"t wearing a bra at her age and that the blouse was unbuttoned down to the knot, only added fuel to the impending flame. The backyard volleyball game was a blast to Carla and the boys. She was a super athlete, great at the game and they laughed their asses off. But to the three wives it was clearly a game of who could grab the old woman the most.

Carrie, Laura and Rae noticed that their formerly resentful husbands had now been turned into Carla"s greatest supporters. If her wineglass was empty, Tom filled it. Chris pulled out chairs for Carla to sit in, and even patted her butt once. And Rob, as Carrie declared in the kitchen, was spending the entire evening hovering around Carla and looking down her blouse at her old tits.

Finally, by the end of dinner, the situation exploded. As they were all sitting at the table Rae had had enough. She threw down her napkin on the table and stood up, tipping her chair over backwards.

"Listen to me, you old bitch. You"re ruining our husbands, you"re ruining our lives. We want it to be like it was before your sorry, old ass showed up!" Rae shouted. "I demand a "Knock!"

"A what?" said Carla, turning to her husband.

A "Knock" was a game the four guys had invented in their childhood. Anytime one of them felt like another was lying him to, he"d call "Knock." He could ask only one question of any of the other person and by their oath to each other, the person had to answer that question honestly. As they grew older and honestly became more important, the boys, then teenagers, upped the ante to demand a "Knock." The person who called "Knock" had to strip naked in front of the person being asked. This high price was a terrific deterrent from calling frivolous "Knocks." And even more so in college, where a naked guy standing in front of other guy would certainly raise eyebrows in a dorm.

The wives all knew about demanding a "Knock," since the guys often talked about it, recalling earlier times together as kids or college days. The guys, even to this day, honored a "Knock" when called. One time there was a knock about Tom"s cheating on Laura – and he was. Or of shaving a little money from the business account by Rob, and other really serious issues where their friendship demanded honesty.

But this was the first time one of the wives had called a "Knock." Bret briefly explained the ritual and the seriousness of it to Carla. When asked if she was willing to be totally honest in the Knock, Carla replied, "If I going to be a part of this group, then I"m a part of the group. And I"m in."

Carla rose from the table as Rae walked around, and stopped six inches from Carla"s face. Rae kicked off her shoes, then unbuttoned her skirt and kicked it angrily to the side, focused all the while on Carla. She unbuttoned her blouse, unhesitatingly jerked off her bra and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She shed them instantly, all without ever breaking eye contact with Carla.

Rae was exquisitely beautiful as she stood naked, trembling in front of Carla. But the trembling was from rage, not modesty. The dark, black hair at her crotch glistened from the flickering light of the candles on the table. Rae"s small, firm breasts jutted angilry out towards Carla, as if each one was sending a statement of defiance. Her puffy nipples rose and fell quickly as her breathing reflected the anger in her body. Stepping in again, she now stood just an inch away from Carla, her breasts now pushing up against Carla"s.

"Are you now fucking or have you ever fucked my husband?" Rae shouted.

Technically, that was two questions, but no one seemed to notice. Except Carla, her litigious mind always tuned to the details.

"No, and not ever," Carla replied, her green eyes locking deep into the brown pools of the beautiful Asian featured woman. This humiliation had been a terrible price to pay, but Rae knew she had the truth from the older woman. And in every sense of the word, it was the truth from Carla"s perspective. Chris" spanking her bare bottom did not constitute fucking. Carla knew it and all of the men breathed a sigh of relief. The truth had been told, the integrity of the "Knock" maintained, and the story of the room and their session with Carla was still, fortunately, a secret from the wives.

Before Rae could move away, she heard a single word emerge from Carla"s lips.

"Knock," Carla said, and it stilled the room. With her eyes still locked on Rae"s, Carla untied her blouse and tossed it aside, her large firm breasts now dominating the space between the two women. She unsnapped her leather pants at he waist, unzipped and peeled them down, and with a quick kick, pushed them aside. She wasn"t wearing panties and now, like Rae, was totally naked. She stepped in and her large, rounded breasts pressed hard against Rae"s smaller tits.

Then came Carla"s question, demanding absolute truth.

Carla spoke. "Did you ask the question because you were jealous of Chris and me or did you ask because you were jealous and you"d like to have sex with me?"

The question stunned Rae and everyone in the room. And it was a question whose answer appeared obvious to all in the room. But not to Carla, who had a talent, a gift, for instantly sizing people up and ferreting out the truth. And it was a question that Rae would never have answered honestly under any other circumstance. But here she had to. She understood the importance of a lie in this situation and the bond that held the four men together.

Rae"s eyes dropped down as the words came meekly out. "Jealous because I"d like to have sex with you." As soon as the words escaped Rae"s lips, Carla leaned in and kissed Rae. It was at first a peace offering. Then, as the two women pressed their naked bodies tighter together, their mouths dissolved into a passionate hunger.

Carla and Rae didn"t even notice as Laura, followed by Carrie, stormed from the house, followed by their reluctant husbands. Nor did they care at that moment. Carla turned Rae around and gently lowered her onto the dining room table, pushing aside plates and overturning water glasses. Carla broke the kiss and moved her mouth down the young woman"s body. First, she began to lick and suck on Rae"s swollen nipples. Soon her moist tongue was trailing down the dark-haired woman"s taut abdomen, lingering around her navel, then lowering through the thick mat of Rae"s black public hair.

Rae was soon spread eagle on the dinner table among the dirty dinner dishes as Carla began to furiously lick her cunt. It was obvious to the two observing husbands that Carla"s oral talents included women. She definitely knew her way around a pussy. Carla"s pink tongue darted and flicked in and out of Rae"s glistening slit, lapping and teasing the swollen knob of the darker woman"s clit. She had Rae screaming and hollering within minutes was about to climax under the older woman"s experienced touch.

Finally, Bret turned to Chris and said, "I don"t know about you, but this is just too hot to pass up." Bret moved behind Carla"s upturned backside as she leaned over the table, dropped his trousers and pushed his massive erection into his wife"s dripping cunt. Taking his cue, Chris shook off his pants, pushed plates onto the floor and climbed onto the table. He slid forward and drove his aching stiffness into Rae"s mouth. She responded and began wildly sucking her husband"s cock as never before.

When it was all over, three dinner plates and four glasses had been broken in the sexual frenzy. But something more precious and valuable had been created. The two couples wrapped their arms around each other as one, as Bret murmured, more to himself that anyone else, "This could get really interesting."

Chris responded, also more to himself, "Mathematically speaking, it certainly holds a lot of possibilities." The four of them hugged tightly for a moment and then the group erupted in laughter.

It was two weeks after the dinner party and another poker night had rolled around. Laura and Carrie were still incredibly pissed about what had happened. But Tom and Rob were eager to devour every salacious detail that the other two men would divulge. Not to mention that the poker game was again at Bret"s house and all the men were secretly hoping for a possible repeat of their earlier encounter with Carla in The Room.

The game had just gotten underway when Carla came down from upstairs and stepped into the room. She again had her hair pulled back in a long blonde ponytail. Tonight, however, she was wearing heavier that usual make-up. She wore a shiny black robe wrapped tightly around her body and tied securely with a long sash. Black fishnet stocking were obviously under the robe, and very high heeled shoes with wide ankle straps adorned her feet. Bret smiled and knew that she was concealing something, he just didn"t know what it was.

She walked around the table, giving each man a tongue-filled kiss as part of her greeting. She held her kiss with Chris a moment longer than the others, then broke it with a large smile.

They all chatted for a moment and it was Tom, an engineer through-and-through, who cut right to the chase.

"Any chance we could all get another glimpse at The Room tonight?" he asked.

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Keywords: All, One, 02, and, Ch., For, for, All, One,