Her lithe body. Her pert breasts. Her flat belly. Her slender waist.
She was perfect.
Even Mandy had to admit that. Brent would be crazy not to want to fuck her. And she had enabled him.
Her self-pity and self-loathing was interrupted when she heard the bedroom door open. Her head shot around.
She started to protest as Brent crossed the room in a few swift, deliberate steps. Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He was still in his dress uniform, his collar and tie untouched.
When they got to the door way, she saw the bedroom was filled with candles. Their soft glow bathed Elizabeth in an ethereal light.
The other woman was laying across the bed, the sheets pulled down. She, too, was dressed, her shapely leg showing through the slit of her dress.
"What are you doing, Brent?" Mandy asked.
"We're going to make love," he said simply.
"I can't," she whispered.
"I'll bet you can," Elizabeth said softly. With a feline grace, she rolled off the bed and stood.
Brent carried her across the bedroom and set her down in the chair next to the walk-in closet. He and Elizabeth shared a look then he retreated from the room, closing the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" Mandy asked Elizabeth, a little bit angry. "We had an arrangement to—"
"Your husband made me a counter-offer," the other woman replied simply. She began digging through the closet. Mandy could only sit there in stunned disbelief. A second later, she emerged holding a sheer nightgown. It had always been one of Brent's favourites. "Let's get you undressed."
"Stop . . . Elizabeth . . . don't—" Mandy stammered.
"Brent won't make love to me," Elizabeth said. "Unless you're with us. He loves you more than life itself. He's happy being able to finally spend time with you. Oh, he misses the sex, but he's willing to never have anyone else again if it means keeping you."
Amanda started to say something but the words failed her.
"I think it's very sweet," Elizabeth smiled, unbuttoning Mandy's uniform. "I wish that one day I could find a guy who will think the same thing about me."
"I can't," Mandy said again. "I can't make love."
"Only as long as you believe that," the other woman said, a hint of reproach in her voice. Moving quickly, she didn't give Mandy the opportunity to protest or react. She simply stripped her down. Elizabeth finished undressing Amanda and slipped the nightgown over her head. Her head swimming, Mandy blindly did as Elizabeth directed.
"My body . . . I can't feel anything," Amanda whispered.
"Not anything?"
"Well . . . not much," she frowned. "The helicopter crash broke my back. I've got a little bit of movement . . . and some feeling . . . but it's like everything from my ribcage down had a big shot of Novocain."
"But you can feel something?"
"Not a lot."
"We'll that's better than nothing," Elizabeth said and she sat down next to her. "Amanda . . . you have a rare gift: A man who would give his life for you. And you can have an active and satisfying sex life. It's just going to take some practice."
"How can you know that?"
"Do you think you're the only paraplegic in the world?" she said with a slight laugh. "One of my best clients is a man who got hit by a car when he was ten years old. He's fantastic in bed, even if he can't move his hips. He's had to get better at everything else. And so will you."
"What are you going to do?" Amanda asked softly. Fearfully.
"We . . . Brent and I . . . are going to make love," Elizabeth replied gently. "We're going to make love to you."
"I'm not a lesbian," Mandy blurted out.
"Neither am I." The other woman gave her an amused smile. "When was the last time you made love to your husband?"
Mandy swallowed hard. "Four months before the accident. . . . Almost three years ago."
"Why haven't you had sex since then?" Elizabeth asked.
"Because I can't."
"That's a crock of shit, Amanda, and you know it. What's the real reason?"
"How can he want me?" Mandy whispered. "Look at me, Elizabeth . . . How can he want this?"
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Mandy and held her as she sobbed. It was one of those hard, cleansing cries. Amanda had never allowed herself one before and here she was, in the arms of a call girl, bawling like a baby.
"Amanda, you need to trust me," Elizabeth said after a few minutes. "Your husband thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world. You can't go back to your lives before . . . but that doesn't mean you have to give up everything, either. I won't do anything you don't want, but you have to give me a chance. Do you understand?"
After a second, Mandy nodded her head. Her breathing was under control.
"Say it."
"I understand."
"Good," Elizabeth reached out, wiped Mandy's tears away and gave her a comforting hug. "Now let me go get your husband."
As Amanda sat in the chair, she watched the beautiful woman cross the room, open the bedroom door, and step out for a second. Mandy heard her talking to Brent, then they both returned to her.
Her husband gently picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He set her down in the middle, her head resting on the pillows. Elizabeth slipped into the bed next to her. Together, they watched Brent undressing in the soft light.
"He's so handsome, isn't he?" Elizabeth whispered.
"Yes, he is," Amanda's eyes never left her husband.
"So strong . . . so manly," the other woman purred. "He's a wonderful lover, isn't he?"
"Yes." Mandy's voice was so low, she was hardly sure she had said anything. As if hypnotised, she watched her husband hang up both of their uniforms. His stomach was flat, his arms and legs rippling with muscles kept toned by hours upon hours of physical conditioning. He was built like a distance runner, the typical physique of Airborne soldiers. He was used to carrying 70 pounds of gear—before the parachute—and jumping out of planes. Even after leaving the Army, he kept up his training regimen and had the body of a man twenty years younger.
"What's your favourite thing that he does?"
"I love it when he eats me out," Mandy whispered. "Oh, god, Elizabeth! He's fantastic!"
"I'll bet he is," the other woman ran her fingers down Mandy's shoulder, her fingernails dragging across her skin. A chill ran through Amanda's body. Her whole body. "And call me Liz."
"Okay." Neither of the women had taken their eyes off of Brent.
"What else do you like?"
"I like it when he does me hard," Mandy breathed. "From behind. He's like an animal sometimes . . . he just fucks and fucks and fucks . . ."
"Does he pull your hair?"
"Yes . . . and when he cums, his fingers dig into my ass and he rams it into me . . ." Amanda became aroused at the memory, her nipples crinkled up. Her heart began to race, her palms began to sweat.
"No, don't take those off," Elizabeth called as Brent started to push his boxers over his hips. "Put a robe on."
He turned and took in a sharp breath when he saw the two women laying in the bed. Amanda was on her back, her chest rising and falling in shortened breaths. Elizabeth lay beside his wife, her hands running absently up and down the other woman's body.
"Come over here, Brent," Liz said gently. "That's it . . . lay down next to us."
Amanda was in the middle. Brent reached out and their fingers intertwined. Liz took her other hand and put it on his neck.
The couple caressed each other gently. Both were oblivious to the other woman in their bed except when she subtly nudged one of them into action. They kissed hungrily, their passion for each other slowly re-awakening.
Their love was never in doubt. Neither had ever questioned that.
Mandy's hands went to Brent's shoulders and she pushed his robe down. Her fingertips brushed his weathered skin. Her fingertips, as sensitive as ever, traced the curves of his muscular
arms and broad shoulders.
He cupped her face with his hands, his lips never leaving hers. Elizabeth pulled Amanda's hair back, giving Brent a good look at his wife's beautiful eyes. His gaze was soft and loving. But deep down, his eyes burned with a renewed fire and hunger.
Time seemed to stand still for Brent and Amanda. In the flickering candlelight, they only had eyes for each other. They kissed again and again.
Without missing a beat or seeming to intrude, Elizabeth undressed each of them. They broke their lips only to pull Mandy's gown over her head. The call girl kept them touching and moving and never let Mandy feel self-conscious about her missing legs or mangled hand.
"Touch him," Elizabeth whispered in Amanda's ear.
Brent moaned as his wife began to stroke his cock to a full erection. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
Amanda jumped slightly when she felt an extra pair of hands cup her breasts. She let out a surprised yelp when Liz pinched her nipples.
"I guess someone likes that," Elizabeth blew in Brent's ear. "Your turn."
"Oh, god, Brent," Mandy moaned. Her head fell back into the pillows as Brent and Liz touched her all over. From her breasts up, she had full sensation. Her skin crawled and goosebumps ran the lengths of her arms.
She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as two mouths enveloped her breasts at the same time. Amanda's hands ran through both her lovers's hair as she pulled their faces to her chest.
The tingling started at the base of her neck and Mandy swore it went all the way down to her toes.
Finally, Liz pulled back as Brent kissed his way into the valley of Amanda's chest.
"Do you feel that, Amanda?" Elizabeth asked. "Do you feel how close your husband is to you?"
"Yes," she moaned softly.
"Can you feel this? Can you feel me touching you?"
"A little," Amanda said softly.
"Watch me, Brent," Liz instructed. "Watch me rub her there . . . and then watch her face. You'll know when you hit the right spot."
"But she can't feel it . . . can you, honey?"
"Yes." A tear rolled out of the corner of her eye. "I can feel it. Not like before . . . But I can feel her touching me."
"You just have to work a little harder and take it a little slower," Elizabeth said gently. "You try. . . . Go on . . . Touch your wife, Brent."
Amanda closed her eyes as ripples of pleasure started in between her legs. Before, she would have been screaming like a banshee as hard as Brent was pressing against her, but it was a start.
A cold jolt between her legs brought her back to the present.
Elizabeth was squirting some lube onto her pussy.
"Because Amanda has decreased sensation, she won't get as wet as you're used to," she said to Brent. "You're probably going to have to keep some lube handy. Always use a water-based lubricant. And don't be afraid of using too much."
"That's it, sweetie," Mandy moaned. "Right there!"
"Watch this," she heard Liz whisper.
Mandy gasped when she numbly felt something enter her pussy.
"Use two fingers," Liz said. Amanda's eyes were hooded over with growing pleasure. They locked onto Elizabeth's big brown orbs. "Rub her clit on the outside and push up on the inside. Now you do it."
Brent's fingers replaced Elizabeth's. Mandy began to shiver. She never thought she'd feel this way again.
Her hands clawed at the pillows.
"That feels so good," she moaned.
"Can I . . . can I lick her?" Brent asked tentatively.
"You can do anything you want," Elizabeth said reassuringly. "Everything you used to do, you can do right now. Just remember that you have to take your time and not rush."
Amanda felt Brent's mouth on her pussy for the first time in three years. She let out a moan of pleasure that started in the depths of her soul.
His tongue felt so good. He alternated licking and rubbing her clit. All the while, his fingers moved in and out of her pussy.
Her heart beat faster. Mandy closed her eyes and her thoughts drifted back to a time long ago. It was their honeymoon and they were on a secluded stretch of beach near Destin, Florida. The sun was just coming up and Brent was going down on her in the soft, white Florida sand.
The memory sent a chill through her body as Brent lapped at her pussy. He was in no hurry. She knew he wanted to pleasure her.
A soft humming sound preceded a more intense sensation originating between her legs.
"If your hands or mouth gets tired, you can use a substitute," Liz replaced Brent's fingers with the vibrator. "Alternate your mouth with your fingers. Look at her . . . her eyes are glazed over . . . her skin is flush . . . she's about to cum. She's about to cum for you, Brent."
"Oh, yes," Mandy moaned. She seemed to be having an out of body experience.
"Touch your breasts, Amanda," Elizabeth said. "Play with your tits while your husband eats you out and fucks you with the vibe."
The combination of sensations pushed Mandy towards her climax. Although it was definitely different, the feeling was no less intense.
There would be no more quickies, at least not for her. But neither would there be abstinence, either.
Brent was a quick learner and his love and patience more than made up for the numb feeling that pervaded the lower half of her body.
"Do you like that, Mandy? Do you like what your husband is doing?" Liz cooed. Mandy nodded eagerly. She cried out when she felt the call girl bite her ear lobe. "Then tell him how you feel . . . Tell him what you want him to do . . . He'll like it when you talk dirty."
"Eat me, Brent," Amanda gasped. "Eat my pussy . . . just like that! I love feeling you inside me . . . And touching me . . ."
The room started to spin and Mandy felt lightheaded.
"Right there!" she moaned. She was so close!
Elizabeth put her over the edge. Her teeth dug into Amanda's neck, right behind her ear. She cupped Mandy's breasts and pinched her nipples hard. Brent's tongue was a whirlwind on her clit and the vibe inside her was moving at a feverish pitch.
What had started as small ripples of pleasure became waves that engulfed Amanda. Her body exploded in sensations she never thought she'd feel again.
"I'm cumming!" Mandy cried out. Her voice was delirious, somewhere between exhilaration and ecstasy.
Neither Brent nor Elizabeth let up until the orgasm completely engulfed her. She thrashed around on the bed, her arms flailing about. Mandy's cries became muffled sobs as her lovers slowly brought her down.
Finally, she felt the vibrator withdraw and Brent took her in his arms. Elizabeth's hands ran up and down her body, always moving. Always letting her know that they were close by.
Amanda pulled her husband to her, still in tears. She never thought she would be intimate with him again, yet her orgasm was as intense as she had ever felt before.
Brent kissed her face gently and whispered sweet things in her ear.
"I love you, Mandy," he said over and over.
She lost herself to her husband's gentle touch. She felt his weight pressing down on her. They kissed again and again, wanting nothing more than to feel each others's touch.
He pulled back and she looked into his hazel eyes. "I love you, Brent."
Leaning in, he started to kiss her again, but she pushed him away.
"Where's Elizabeth?" Mandy said suddenly. A sudden panic came over her.
"I'm right here," the other woman said soothingly. She was the only one of the three who was still dressed. She had withdrawn for the moment, not wanting to intrude on the couple.
Amanda reached out and took her in her arms. "Thank you, Liz."
"You're very welcome," she replied warmly.
"I still want you to make love to Brent," Mandy whispered in her ear.
"Are you sure? I don't want to come between you two."
"I'm sure," Amanda replied, sounding very sure of herself. Any insecurities she had were gone, knowing now that
she could still have a loving sexual relationship with her husband. "I want you to pleasure him the ways I wish I could."
"You still can," Liz said softly before releasing her from the embrace.
"No, I can't," Mandy shook her head. "Not like he wants . . . or deserves."
"What's going on?" Brent asked, confused.
"Lay down next to me, honey," Amanda patted pillow. "Elizabeth is going to fuck your brains out now."
"Sweetheart, I don't—"
"Shhhhhhh," she placed her finger of his lips. "I told you before: this will be the only free pass you ever get. Brent, I love you more than anything . . . And I want you to do this. I wasn't sure before, but now I know it's right."
"Mandy . . . you know I've never . . ."
"I know," she said, a sad look flashing briefly in her eyes. "But this is what I want for you. I want this for us."
"Us?"
"Yes, honey," Amanda said. "I know what you've missed. And I know what you like. And you'll never have that with me again. So I want you to have her. Do all the things that we used to . . . I'll be right here with you."
She saw the indecision return. Mandy took her husband's hands and pulled him to her. As they kissed, she motioned to Elizabeth.
Brent gasped with surprise as he felt a warm, wet sensation around his cock. Elizabeth took his entire length in the first pass.
Mandy watched his eyes glaze over. Any resistance he might have put up was instantly washed away by Liz's oral onslaught. She watched jealously as the other woman began to work him over.
After the initial pass, Elizabeth alternated between sucking on the head of his cock, nibbling on the shaft and playing with his balls.
Unable to protest, Brent fell back on to the bed. Liz's hands and mouth brought his cock to full mast.
Entranced, Mandy watched the other woman go down on her husband. Her eyes were wide with envy at the way Liz expertly took Brent in her mouth. She seemed to lock her lips in a vacuum-tight seal around the tip of his cock.
Her head bobbed up and down. Her hands ran the length of his shaft and cupped his balls.
With a quick glance up, Mandy saw that Brent's eyes were closed, his head sunk back in the pillows. She reached out and took one of his hands and placed it on her breast.
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