CHAPTER 5- Solace

It was over.

Summer had passed, her marriage had fallen apart, her friendship with Janet was long gone, and her poorly planned affair with Roger had finished before they barely even had a chance to get started.

"Susan?"

Shivering as a gust of cold wind ripped by her, she realized for the first time that she'd forgotten to grab a jacket before rushing across the street. Trina now stood in front of her, her stomach slightly rounded as she tied a plush red robe securely around her waist.

Her lawyer had just called to inform her that she was officially single again. Everything had gone through just as they'd thought it would, uncontested, and she and Bruce would share custody of the kids. She'd known it was coming, she'd been the one to file for divorce after all, but wanting her marriage over and actually hearing that it finally was were two very different things.

Feeling herself begin to crumble, her eyes still puffy and red from crying after hanging up the phone, Susan stepped forward and pulled Trina into an all encompassing kiss. The younger woman inhaled softly just before their lips met, and wrapped her smaller arms around Susan's neck.

She poured everything that she had into their embrace- regret, loneliness, guilt, longing, and sadness. She felt shaky and needy, unpredictable in a way that she hadn't been since her one night with Roger. She needed it, needed that kind of contact, the comfort and safety. Nothing else, not even a good quality cuddle or a massive amount of alcohol, could have made her feel the same amount of relief.

Shuffling them inside, Susan kicked the door shut and pressed her against it, plundering Trina's mouth with a new-found desperation. Somewhere in the back of the house she heard somebody moving around, heard the low static click of the television being turned off, but for some reason it didn't really register in her mind. Susan pressed on, yanking at the tie around Trina's waist until it came loose and she could slip her chilly hands inside. What she was looking for by doing so, she was unsure of, but she wasn't surprised when she found something silky glide smoothly beneath her touch. Whatever it was that she was wearing, Susan only had to drag her fingertips just past the other woman's hip before encountering the tantalizing bare skin of her upper thigh.

Trina arched into her, releasing a pleased moan that practically vibrated through the both of them. Susan pressed forward, sliding their legs together as she contemplated running her teasing fingers upward and into the indescribable heat that she could feel radiating from between the other woman's thighs. That was one thing that they'd never done before. Susan had never touched her quite like this, in or out of the bedroom. Their caresses had always been teasing and tentative, their full attention saved for their male counterparts.

In that moment though, pressed up against Trina in a way that she'd craved for far longer than she'd like to admit, she desperately wished that she hadn't spent all of August hyper-fixating on the tiny spark of attraction that Roger had fanned to life inside of her. Because, after that fateful night at the hotel, once the harsh light of day streaked its way across their bed, both she and Roger had been burdened with so much guilt that they decided to end it right then and there. For real that time. He'd gone to Cincinnati and, from there, she'd had two days to sort out her thoughts before he came back and her life imploded. Now, it was nearly Thanksgiving, and there she was once again, back in Trina's welcoming arms.

Susan wanted nothing more than to sink into her, to please her, to please them both. Just for a little while.

Then she felt a presence behind her.

Susan's heart almost stopped, her entire body freezing before she felt a large hand slide down the length of her back.

"Everything alright here?"

Finally breaking their kiss, Susan could feel herself starting to shake slightly as she hid her forehead in the crook of Trina's neck. Guilt hit her hard and fast. She'd done it again, hadn't she? Fucked up another friendship and meddled in another marriage. Why hadn't she ever thought to ask Trina if she'd told Tom about their kisses and what had been going on between them? Her mind began spiraling, but mostly she felt guilty for so desperately wanting more.

"Please," she whispered, begging, just barely able to disguise the sob that was rapidly building in the back of her throat.

She wouldn't blame them in the least if they turned her away. She knew what an absolute disaster she was and they didn't deserve that. Not after the way that they'd welcomed her into their home, especially in the time since her separation from Bruce. They'd offered her comfort and company whenever she needed a refuge from the chaos or loneliness across the street. She'd spent many a night falling asleep cuddled on the couch with one or both of them, had helped Tom cook dozens of dinners, and she'd even gone to a few doctors appointments with Trina when they'd fallen on the days that he'd been away in Tokyo. The three of them had spent actual, meaningful time together, domestic and reassuring in a way that Susan had desperately needed, and she was terrified that she'd just ruined it all.

The longer they stood there though, in what was probably an extended silent exchange between the couple happening just over her shoulder, the more anxious that she became. And, only when Tom swept her hair to the side and placed a tender kiss on the nape of her neck, did she finally let out a wracking sigh of relief.

He eased the length of his body against her back, pressing her firmly between himself and his wife. The heat from him soaked into her like a salve and, for the first time since receiving that fateful call that sent her over there in the first place, she finally felt the slightest hint of inner peace.

Then, they began to move.

Tom's hands roamed over her body at a slow pace, his touch familiar but tantalizing. At the same time, a set of dainty fingers wound their way into her hair, tugging just hard enough for her to moan in surprise. Trina did it again, with a bit more force that time, and it took a moment for Susan to figure out what she wanted before eagerly leaning back up for another kiss.

No longer idle, and mostly just relieved, Susan sank fully into the sensations. Once faded arousal flickered back to life, as if it was never gone in the first place. She'd never been an over-eager lover. Playful? Yes. But, she usually preferred to let the other person be in charge and simply enjoy the ride. This time though, the neediness and the sad hole that had opened inside of her heart spurred her on. She felt insatiable. She wanted Tom to hold her in his arms, calm and steadfast, while she explored his wife's body. She wanted all of them to fall into a well of pleasure so deep that they drowned in it, but most of all, she wanted to lose herself in them. She wanted to forget.

Tom bunched up the hem of her long dress on one side, just enough to get his hand onto her skin, fingertips tickling up her thigh and then her stomach, even over her breasts, before he gently tugged her away from Trina. Stunned by the sudden breaking of their kiss, Susan's eyes widened in confusion, before it finally dawned on her what he was doing. Raising her arms obediently, Tom slid her dress up and over her head, allowing it to drop nearly silently to the floor. Susan shivered, a chill running through her as she realized that she was standing there in their entryway in nothing more than her bra and underwear. She should have been embarrassed by it, but instead, she leaned back into the warmth of both of them and cupped the side of Trina's face tenderly.

"Why don't we take this somewhere more comfortable?"

Tom chuckled, caressing her flanks as he leaned forward and hooked his chin over her shoulder, "Bedroom?"

She nodded, her eyes hooding slightly as his stubble scraped pleasantly across her skin, making her insides clench in anticipation.

"Why don't the two of you go get comfortable," Trina suggested, her lips curling into a promising smirk, "And, I'll be right in."

Without wasting any time, Susan tugged her into a quick kiss and then slipped out from between them, sauntering off in the direction of the bedroom. After getting more than halfway through the living room without hearing Tom follow behind her, she turned and looked back. They were speaking softly to each other, but neither seemed too concerned about anything in particular. As long as they didn't look angry or upset, that was enough for her.

Susan continued on her way, leaving them to finish their conversation, and only stopped once she entered their bedroom. Curbing her usual urge to stand there awkwardly, unsure if she were taking any liberties that she had no right to, she slipped off her heels and reached back to open the clasp of her bra, letting it fall carelessly to the carpet.

Briefly, she thought about crawling onto the bed, of draping herself enticingly amongst their pillows, and maybe even getting things started by herself purely as a distraction from her own mind. That didn't seem right, though. Instead, she walked over to the back window and took in the view. She could have seen at least halfway across Lake Michigan if it had been a clear day, but it was still awe inspiring nonetheless. The wind blew harshly against the once colorful trees lining the shore, knocking off the last of their remaining leaves as little bits of late afternoon/early evening sunshine scattered its way haphazardly across the choppy water, making it shine and flicker.

Susan closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh as the heat clicked on and joyously warm air began filling the room. As the seconds slowly ticked by, now that she was left to her own devices, thoughts of the call from her lawyer, along with the horrible memory of Bruce's expression when she'd told him about her affair with Roger, and all of the other nightmarish chaos that had ensued, began to creep back in. Her throat tightened, feeling almost raw, and her eyes began to blur with unshed tears. Recognizing that another round of crying was about to begin, Susan took a series of slow, deep breaths, and turned her attention up toward the sky. She tried to clear her mind and, instead, focused on watching the big, fluffy, rapidly greying clouds as they slowly floated by.

Sure enough, her sadness eventually began to wane, and along with it the uneasy knot in her throat retreated. Susan was grateful when she heard quiet footsteps making their way down the hall a little while later and felt Tom's arms slide around her waist. She instantly relaxed back against his chest and covered his hands with her own as he pulled her into a tight hug from behind.

"You alright, kiddo?" he asked quietly.

Turning in his arms, she raised herself up onto the balls of her feet and kissed him gently, threading her fingers through his soft hair, just like she had that night in their pool. He returned her attention, his blunt fingertips digging lightly into the dip of her waist, just enough to make her hum in the back of her throat. Seconds later, they broke apart, and she lingered closely, their faces only a handful of inches apart.

He watched her intently, clearly curious and worried about her, "You don't have to talk about it, Susan. We just want to make sure that you're not doing this for the wrong reasons."

Slowly, her mouth stretched into a saddened smile, "You two are always looking out for me."

Tom lazily ran his hands up and down her back and, somewhere on the other side of the house, she could hear the sound of Trina's voice.

"That doesn't mean that we have to sleep together though," he told her, brushing her hair out of her face, "You know that right? We'd welcome you into our bed, sex or not."

"While that sounds lovely, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that," she hesitated, "I-I..."

"Alright," he nodded, when she couldn't seem to find anymore words, "but, if you want to stop at any point, you let us know."

Susan shook her head, feeling loved and trying to stave off another wave of tears as she scratched her nails lightly across his scalp, "I just- I want to forget. Just for tonight."

Tom's eyes fell shut, releasing a pleased rumble as he tilted his head into her hands.

"Keep on doing that, and I'll help you forget anything you want."

Susan let out a surprised laugh and leaned her forehead against one of his shoulders.

"I'll have to remember that," she whispered.

Nuzzling against the pulse point on Tom's neck, she sighed, content to stand there for a little longer. She'd forgotten just how wonderful he always smelled. She'd never been able to figure out what the scent was, no matter how hard to tried to pinpoint it. If it was an expensive brand of cologne that she'd never heard of, or a soap, or maybe even a particular aftershave, she was unsure. Whatever it was smelled expensive and spicy, the good kind of spicy, just interesting enough to catch your attention but not so overbearing that you wish you hadn't walked by him.

The morning after their first time together, as Bruce had taken a shower and she'd laid there in bed, she'd accidentally caught a whiff of it. How Tom's scent had still lingered on her body after two bouts of sex though, she could never figure out. She had laid there, feeling a bit foolish as she smelled different parts of her body, the ones she could reach anyway, until she finally realized where it was coming from- her hair.

Needless to say, she hadn't taken a full shower that day. At the time, she hadn't been completely sure why she'd done it, but in hindsight she was pretty sure that it was the first sign of the inevitable turmoil that she would face as the summer progressed.

"Where's Trina?"

Tom kneaded the back of her neck, "She had a few business calls scheduled for tonight."

Susan's brow furrowed. Since when did Trina work?

"Business?"

"She's invested in several small companies over the years," he explained, "and she likes to be kept in the loop."

She knew that Trina's family had money, but she had no idea that she was so savvy when it came to anything in the day to day business of running companies.

"Oh."

Tom smiled and pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head.

"Don't worry, you're not the only one. I was definitely taken by surprise the first time I walked in on her going over numbers at the dining room table with a friend. There were papers everywhere, and I mean everywhere, and she had a pencil stuck behind her ear..." he drifted off, letting out a nostalgic sigh, "I knew right then and there that she was it. I'd never find anyone better than her."

Susan tilted her head back, just enough to see his face. He was still lost in the memory, his eyes soft, a small smile gracing his lips. The fact that it had been Trina's brain, her intelligence, that had ultimately sealed the deal for him, made him all that more handsome in Susan's eyes. A man who could appreciate a woman for everything that she was, and not just her body, was a hard thing to come by. It made her happy that they'd managed to find one another.

"So..." Susan started coyly, "I guess that means we have that big, old, bed all to ourselves for a while then?"

Snapping out of it, Tom looked down with a quickly growing grin, "That we do."

The next thing she knew, he was quite literally sweeping her off of her feet and carrying her the short distance across the room. Susan let out a loud yelp, laughing as he lowered them both onto the mattress and captured her lips with his own.

Her legs automatically parted for him, making her moan appreciatively when he slid smoothly between them and finally pressed his weight down on her. He was solid, aroused, or more than halfway there at least, and knowing that she'd caused that reaction made heat shoot through her entire body.

She tightened her thighs around his waist, rolling her hips up against him as he deepened their kiss. Susan returned his affection eagerly and drew her hands down his back, torn between pulling off his shirt and pushing down the pesky slacks that he had on. Instead, she slid her palms down as far as she could reach, just barely skirting over the roundness of his ass, and urged him forward. Almost instantly he ground down against her and, had she been standing, her knees would have most definitely gone weak.

Susan moaned, bucking up against him, this time with much less grace. Her sensible, but normally soft cotton panties felt rough, but sinfully good, against the sensitive skin between her legs. In fact, she honestly couldn't remember the last time that she'd rubbed up against a partner like this. Bruce had nearly always been far too impatient, and Tom... well, Tom seemed to prefer to get her going in other ways each time they'd slept together. Speaking of Tom though, he soon slowed to a stop above her with one more pointed swivel of his pelvis and shuddered slightly, sweeping inside of her mouth with a deep groan.

"I think you're wearing too much," Susan gasped, once they broke apart.

Tom chuckled and pushed himself up onto his knees. Susan's eyes immediately dropped to the bulge in his beige pants, though she had to admit that she was surprised to find a small, slightly darker tan wet patch just to the left of the zipper. It took her a moment to realize that she had been the one to put it there. That spot was where he had been grinding against her not too long ago.

Susan bit her bottom lip, not even bothering to try and ignore the sudden flush blazing upon her cheeks, and watched him as he pulled his shirt over his head and toss it carelessly beside the bed. Looking up into his eyes, she found that their normal shade of bright blue had darkened to something that more closely resembled the ocean. They shimmered with hunger, while his wide grin suggested that there was nothing but a playfully wild ride in her future.

Susan pushed herself up just far enough to reach for his belt and pulled the heavy leather out of its metal confines, tugging at it until it came loose, just enough for her to get to the button below. Tom stilled beneath her touch. She could feel him watching her as she let her fingertips lightly graze over him, stroking him a few times before carefully reaching up and lowering the zipper. He wore nothing underneath. All Susan had to do was tug the front of his pants down and he could easily do the rest of the work.

Tom let out a moan of relief as his erection was finally released, sending it bobbing heavily in the air. She imagined that the two of them, half dressed and all kinds of mussed up, were a picture perfect example of debauchery. He, for one, looked sinfully pornographic kneeling there, with his pants rucked halfway down his hips and his hard cock out. She watched with bated breath as he reached out and began running his hands up her calves, making her shiver when his touch grazed her inner thighs and then eventually came to a stop at her hips.

"Time for these to go," he teased, running his fingers just under the edge of her faded pink underwear.

Susan smirked, and wrapped one of her ankles around his waist, pushing the edge of his pants down just a bit further, "Only if the rest of yours go too."

Laughing, Tom leaned down just far enough to kiss her, quick and hot, before pulling back again.

"You drive a tough bargain."

She smirked, zero pity in her voice, "I'm sure you'll survive."

Moments later, Tom leaned back and rolled, straightening his legs just enough to shuck off his pants, and this time when he tossed them off the edge of the bed whatever had been in his pockets made them heavy enough to thud as the material rustled and hit the floor. But, with his clothes taken care of, his full attention was quickly back on her. She invited him to rid her of her damp underwear with a cant of her hips. Tom slid them down as she brought her knees up and together, just enough take them off and toss them in the same direction that the rest of their clothing had gone.

Finally, they were blissfully naked.

She had no qualms baring herself fully to him for the first time in natural sunlight instead of a romantic, dimly lit room, or hidden under the shadows of night, shameless and wanton. She and Bruce had never been particularly shy around each other, but there was still a large chunk of their relationship where she would have felt far too self conscious to take off her clothes in front him anywhere but their darkened bedroom after the kids had fallen asleep. There was something about it, splaying herself wide and practically begging for Tom to do something, anything to her, that had her insides melting.

"Look at you," he told her with a smirk, kneading his hands up her thighs as he settled his upper body between them, "Good enough to eat."

Susan groaned, half in pleasure at the thought and half at the terrible pun, "Tom!"

"What?" he chuckled, pressing a fleeting kiss just below her belly button, "You don't think it's true?"

She shook her head, but was surprised to find herself not wanting to deny it.

"I didn't say that," she argued.

He pressed another kiss to her skin, playfully nipping just above her mons, "Then what's the problem?"

Susan shuddered, her mind going pleasantly fuzzy as his breath fluttered through her damp curls, making her clench her fists in anticipation. Suddenly, she couldn't quite remember why she'd felt the need to tease him in the first place, not if he was going to continue downward like she thought he was.

"Nothing! Just- please..."

Tom took pity on her and gave her one long, slow lick, keeping his gaze locked with hers as long as he could. Her breath hitched as all of the muscles in her stomach tightened, still relatively unfamiliar with the act due to the infrequency of which Bruce had done it to her over the years. She always forgot how good it could feel.

Susan's head fell back against the pillows, letting every thought and every worry wash away. She longed to grab a hold of him, to twine her fingers through his hair. She would have done anything to keep him there for as long as she possibly could. Then, he parted her with his fingers, opening her up to him, and the sensations suddenly changed. They became sharper, more intense. Susan bucked up against him with almost every experimental touch- soft flicks of his tongue, hard and fast pressure over her clit, rhythms that made her legs shake and her hips jerk, and the circles, the wondrously amazing circles. Soon though, her body began to vibrate with excitement, his ministrations making her left leg unexpectedly twitch, as if possessed. She felt like she was burning up and, somewhere, in her deepest of desires, she wanted nothing more than to find out just how far he could push her before she broke.

"Tom," she somehow managed to rasp out, raising her head just enough to look down at him with pleading eyes.

She was so close. Her release had been building steadily over the last few minutes, but stalled, toeing just short of the line she so desperately wanted to cross. She felt like she was going to crawl out of her own skin if she didn't get there soon.

"I've got you."

The next thing she knew, she felt him slide two fingers inside of her. The stretch was wonderful, filling her perfectly, and when he crooked his fingers she was gone.

Susan gasped loudly as her climax finally hit her, washing through her in giant, crashing waves. It suffocated her, blinded her, made her entire world go blank. And, then, almost as quickly as it arrived, the intensity lessened to a dull roar.

Taking in a deep lungful of air, Susan released the bedspread and stretched her stiff fingers, completely unaware of when she'd grabbed it in the first place. Her heart was still thundering in her chest when she glanced down at Tom, whom hadn't gone any further than to rest his head on her inner thigh, and returned his lazy smirk with one of her own.

Shaking her head in amusement, she reached down and cupped his cheek. His chin was slick and shiny, and for some reason she found it insanely endearing that he hadn't immediately wiped it off. Dragging her thumb over his bottom lip, Susan watched with rapt attention as he drew it into his mouth and tickled the pad with his tongue. He teased and nipped at it, giving it one, long, suck before releasing it with an audible pop.

"That was quite the show."

Startled, Susan looked up and spotted Trina casually leaning against the frame of the door, like she'd been there the whole time. She wasn't though, Susan would have noticed.

"All finished with your calls?" Tom asked her, turning onto his side so that he could look over at her.

She nodded, "Things went smoothly. Although, I must admit, hearing what was going on in here was definitely an incentive to get things done as quickly as possible."

Susan chuckled, and reached an arm out toward her, "I'm happy we could help."

"I'm sure," Trina snorted playfully, pushing herself upright to a standing position.

Both of them watched as she let her fluffy robe slide off of her shoulders, catching it just before it went past her wrists and plummeted to the floor. She hung it on the doorknob and slowly began stripping as she made her way toward the bed, one article of clothing at a time. The closer that she got, the more naked skin that she bared and, without a doubt, Susan quickly learned that pregnancy most definitely suited her. Her normally petite body had rounded and filled out, making her breasts swell and her hips shift with the added weight of the growing baby. Trina's once flat stomach had most noticeably transformed though, her modest, nearly four month bump carrying high on her waist. Susan thought she was beautiful.

Tom shifted, removing himself from between her legs to make room for his wife, and it was Susan who welcomed Trina with a gentle kiss. The younger woman hummed quietly and leaned into the contact, situating them so that they laid facing each other on their sides. Tom, however, pressed himself against Susan's back, seemingly content to wrap his arm around her waist and caress both of them with light touches.

It felt... different this time. It felt right.

The last time that she'd been in their bed, Bruce had been laying next to her, both of them flat on their backs, experiencing all of the same things, every new first, together. It had been thrilling. But, being the object of both Trina and Tom's affections? The sheer amount of solace that she felt was the most overwhelming part. Sure, it was something that she'd hoped for, and she'd even caught tiny glimpses of those feelings with them over the last few months, but given the circumstances and just how close the three of them had grown after she and Bruce separated, she wasn't all that surprised by it either.

So, Susan took it all in- every sensation. She was completely surrounded by them, two sets of arms and legs lazily tangled together with hers. If she and Tom hadn't just had some alone time, she probably wouldn't have paused long enough to savor it, but she was incredibly glad that she did. She wouldn't have taken the time to completely relish the softness of Trina's front pressed against hers, nor would she have noticed the loving way that Tom cupped his wife's face, or the way that the sweet gesture nearly made her breath catch in the back of her throat.

Sliding her palm up the length of the other woman's back, Susan only stopped her upward ascent when she nearly mirrored Tom's hold, her fingers tangled through dark hair, thumb just close enough to gently caress the man's fingers. The action, though small, just like his had been, clearly had an effect on him, though. Whether he hadn't expected it, he just found it erotic, or maybe he even thought it to be heart-breakingly sweet like she had, she wasn't sure, but either way he froze and gasped quietly behind her. Only a second or two passed before he shifted and she felt the very deliberate press of the entire length of his body slide just a fraction closer to her.

"What do you want, Susan?" Trina breathed against her lips, slightly out of breath.

Her eyes fluttered shut as Tom's hand finally moved out from under hers and slid down to cup one of her breasts, Trina's deft fingers slithering down her stomach.

"This?" she asked, her touch sliding gently between Susan's thighs.

She shivered, still slick and surprisingly sensitive. Susan hadn't realized until then just how much she longed to feel Trina inside of her, to lay under her and feel the press of their breasts swaying together. But, not tonight. Not yet. She needed more than that.

"No," she whispered.

Trina's touch left her so abruptly that it caused her eyes to pop open in confusion. Why had she stopped?

"No?" Trina asked worriedly, her brow furrowed.

Oh. Right.

She hadn't meant that she didn't want Trina touching her.

Shit.

Susan forced herself to ignore the concern in her friends voice and reached down past her swollen stomach, cupping the wetness that she found there.

"Oh," Trina gasped in surprise, "I suppose that will work too."

Tom grinned against the back of her neck and propped himself up onto one arm so that he could see over her shoulder, "Seems like the lady knows what she wants."

Humming in agreement, Susan rotated her hips and smirked when she felt him buck into her, his cock grinding deliciously against her ass. Yes, she certainly did know what she wanted.

Rubbing softly, tentatively, against Trina's clit, Susan wasted no time in lifting one of her own legs so that she could hook her foot behind Tom, tugging him closer in invitation. She was amused when he groaned against her and the bed shifted beneath them, creaking as he re-positioned himself just enough for his cock to rub through her wetness, to tease her, before slipping inside with ease.

She moaned appreciatively, the heady weight of him hard and wanting inside of her was almost as intoxicating as the feeling of Trina slick and hot against her palm.

"More," the younger woman pleaded with a breathy moan.

Susan didn't hesitate to give it to her.

Sinking two fingers into Trina's awaiting heat, she took only a few seconds to let herself commit the feeling to memory, before rocking between the two of them in a carefully choreographed game of give and take. It may have taken more than a few tries for them to fall into sync, but once they did? It was divine.

Susan let herself drift away for a minute, her body taking over on its own accord, floating along in a sea of pleasure. In front of her, Trina's breasts and stomach heaved against her own, their mouths rarely straying far from one another. And, behind her, Tom kept up a steady rhythm as he peppered her shoulders and anywhere else he could reach with nips and kisses.

"Harder," Tom groaned, burying his face against the nape of her neck.

Susan blinked. Harder?

An instant later, the sound of small, needy, whimpers finally managed to filter through the lavender haze surrounding her brain, and she realized what he meant. Trina. Harder. Right. She could do this.

Clumsily slipping a third finger inside of her friend, she just barely resisted the urge to crow triumphantly when the other woman's back immediately bowed and long nails dug into her arm. The expression of sheer pleasure masked across Trina's face was worth the added effort- her brow furrowed in concentration, lips pursed, and cheeks rosy with exertion.

Gone, were the lazy explorations and rolling rhythms that they'd started out with. Susan felt a growing tension between them, like a thick fog coming in on a summer night. She could almost taste it, could almost hear it, and she could even feel it embedded deep in her skin. It showed in the way that Trina messily dominated her mouth, clinging to her like she never wanted to let her go, and in the way that Tom finally began rutting into her in earnest.

She was going to be sore in the best ways tomorrow, she could already feel it- the very mild tenderness between her legs and the strain in her right arm, they would both remind her of that moment. She would remember pressing her forehead against Trina's, her mouth falling open as the building coil of heat within her suddenly spiked and bliss fractured through every nerve in her body. She would remember feeling Tom's thrusts falter as she tightened around him, and the way that he moaned uninhibitedly and followed her mere moments later.

But, most of all, she would remember Trina.

The younger woman wasn't quite there yet, not on the same page that the two of them had been. Thankfully, Susan had recovered quickly and urged her onto her back. Obliging her wishes, Tom slid out of her with a quiet hiss, leaving a sticky mess dripping down her inner thigh. That's not what held her attention, though. Rolling atop her friend, Susan easily maneuvered herself between her splayed legs and took Trina's clit into her mouth with no hesitation.

It took everything Susan had just to stay with her as she writhed up against her, but Trina didn't seem to mind, who let out a keening wail when Susan somehow managed to slide three fingers back inside of her. In lieu of finesse and experience, she instinctively chose to overwhelm her with sensation instead. Thrusting inside of her hard and fast, her lips and tongue never daring to stray from their spot. She was focused and determined and, sooner rather than later, it finally paid off.

Trina's legs tightened around her shoulders, her restless movements stuttering to a standstill as her body arched, wrought with tension. Like a shock wave, and with a guttural moan, she came back to life. Trina dug her heels fruitlessly into into the sheets by Susan's waist as she worked the other woman through the rise and then the gradual fall of her orgasm.

Slowing her movements, Susan was surprised, awed even, when she felt those little, involuntary spasms of delight that she herself often experienced at the tail end of her peaks. But, to feel them from the other end? It was an entirely different experience.

Finally, Trina let out a winded chuckle as her legs fell open, releasing Susan from her spot between them, "That was-"

"Incredible?" Tom asked.

Susan grinned, inching herself up just enough to rest her head gingerly on the other woman's hip.

"Definitely," Trina agreed, and Susan briefly let her eyes flutter shut when she felt small fingers comb through her hair, "I didn't know you had that in you, Susan."

Exhausted, Susan was surprised to find herself not embarrassed by the compliment, "Neither did I."

Tom let out a laugh and leaned down to her level, drawing her into a slow and very thorough kiss. When he pulled away, he licked his lips, and smirked. It took a second for her to realize why he looked so smug, but then it hit her. He was tasting his wife on her lips, and he was very clearly enjoying it.

Letting her eyes slip shut again, Susan felt a fleeting spark of pleasure in her core. She'd just instigated a threesome and gone down on one of her closest friends, all after said friend's husband made her come not once, but twice, and she'd loved every minute of it. Susan almost didn't recognize herself, a fact which, actually, after everything, she considered to be a good thing.

The bed shifted and a few seconds later Susan heard Tom and Trina kiss above her.

Trina hummed in appreciation, "Will you get us some water, dear?"

"Sure," he replied, the bed dipping again as he slid toward the edge and stood, "I'll be right back."

As Tom left the room, Susan opened her eyes and looked up at her. Trina brushed the hair out of her face and smiled lovingly in response. Despite her exhaustion, Susan shifted and used most of her remaining strength to slither her way up her friend's body. She shivered when their breasts brushed together and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, before lowering herself off to the side as to not crush the baby, letting Trina take the rest of her weight.

Trina chuckled, but quickly wrapped her arms around her, "Comfy?"

"Mmm," Susan nodded, nuzzling contently into the crook of her neck, "definitely."

In fact, she was so comfortable, that she didn't even hear Tom come back into the room a few minutes later. She was drifting in and out of consciousness when she suddenly felt something unnaturally warm and damp slide up between her legs. Her whole body tensed, startled by the surprise touch, until a familiar hand came to rest reassuringly on her hip.

"Just me," Tom soothed, gently wiping away the mess between her legs, "There we go. I think you're going to have to move though, little lady."

Susan groaned and childishly clung to Trina. The woman in question chuckled, and Tom began rubbing circles into her lower back.

"You can crawl right back after I clean her up if you want," he promised and, with that, Susan finally, very reluctantly, complied.

With one great heave, she somehow managed to push herself up and roll over onto her back with a barely repressed groan. Goosebumps formed on her skin, suddenly making her remember the chilled mid-November air, and she longed to have the heat of Trina back against her. Susan was patient, though, and waited until Tom was done cleaning his wife up before eagerly curling back into the other woman's side.

Susan sighed happily.

Just like every other time something happened in her life, she'd gone running across the street, looking for connection and a sympathetic ear. When Trina had opened the door though, looking radiant and welcoming, any purely friendly intention that she'd had left her. Suddenly, she hadn't cared if anyone saw them, or if she came across as desperate or needy. The only thing that Susan could think about was getting as close to her as she possibly could. She was just happy, relieved really, that they'd accepted her and what she'd needed without too much question. That was something that she could honestly say she'd never had before. Not really. Not with Bruce, Roger, or even as a friend with Janet. She'd always had to censor herself and her needs in some way or another.

Vaguely, Susan felt something soft drape over her body, a pleasant warmth enveloping her, and cuddled even deeper into her friend. She draped an arm over Trina's torso, pressing her forehead against the side of the younger woman's shoulder. She could hear them murmuring quietly to each other and knew that eventually she would have to talk to them, to tell them what had led her there. But, for the time being, she was finally, blessedly content, and her sadness was temporarily held at bay.

Susan felt herself begin to drift.

Tom got into bed on the other side of his wife, kissing her and then dropping one onto Susan's temple, before he settled and made himself comfortable. The last thing that she registered, just before falling asleep, was his hand gently covering hers where it rested between Trina's breasts.