Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2000 08:52:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Anthony <actium31@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chain Letter part 4

The Chain Letter (4)

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Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange
chain-letter through e-mail, have respectively seduced two mutual friends,
Vivian and Rachel. The time for the disclosure of their mutual affairs is
at hand...


1.

The west wind blew softly in their faces as the stars twinkled overhead,
barely obscured by a radiant moon suspended in the cloudless night sky. The
distant sound of crashing waves rumbled in their ears as they walked
barefoot on the fine sandy dunes, fingers enlaced as they held hands. The
beach was deserted this time of night, leaving them alone with their
thoughts, and each other.

"She has your heart, doesn't she?" asked Rachel softly.

Andrea turned to her, strands of hair dancing in the breeze. She searched
Rachel's eyes, silently.

"Yes. She does" she confessed, surprised that Rachel, who never breached
the subject, suddenly spoke of her secret lover. Andrea drew close, adding
in a murmur, "Although as you once told me... I can't live without you..."

They kissed, softly, unhurriedly, as they had often for the last three
months. Their hands caressed each other through light cotton dresses,
feeling the warmth and softness of their bodies.

Andrea had been methodical as the affair had unfolded, dropping suggestive
hints of her involvement with another woman. In a way, it had been fairly
easy for Rachel to guess; there had been no word of another man in Andrea's
life since George-in itself uncharacteristic-yet she had made various
comments which implied both a kind of steady relationship, and the relative
need to be rather subtle and low-key about it. Rachel has merely connected
the dots.

"Tell me about her..." Rachel said, as they resumed their walk.

Andrea's stared at the far away darkness, as if to behold Fey's enchanting
face. "She's beautiful... intelligent... sensitive... she warms my heart
every time she smiles... she fills me with a kind of joy I never knew
existed..."

The words felt awkward in her mouth, insufficient to describe the depth of
her feelings. "It's as if my soul had been fractured in two long ago... and
the pieces had suddenly been reunited."

She gazed downwards, slightly flustered. Rachel smiled warmly. "She sounds
like quite a woman... maybe I'll have to meet her sometime."

Andrea suppressed a mischievous grin. Curiosity was getting the best of
Rachel... If she only knew, she thought.

"Wellll..." Andrea replied, "maybe I can meet *your* girlfriend sometime,
how about that?"

Rachel's eyes shifted momentarily sideways, no doubt thinking exactly what
had gone through Andrea's mind a second ago. "Well then, we'll have to be
careful. They might be so angry because of our respective infidelities
they'll break up with us and leave together."

Andrea exploded in laughter, trying not to sound hysterical. God, if she
only knew!!! Fey and Vivian we together at his very moment!

Her body pressed closer to Rachel's, and she slid her arms around her
waist. "I guess we better make the best of it while we still can..."

They closed their eyes as their lips met.



2.

The 'trap' was set.

After months spent enjoying private pleasures, sharing their exploits
between bouts of intense lovemaking, Andrea and Fey were ready. Ready to
end the secret of their respective affairs... but not the fact of their
existence.

The time was right. The risk of Vivian and Rachel confiding in each other
could only increase, and the fact that neither Andrea or Fey had remained
single during this time might, interpreted in a larger context, lead either
of the other two women to draw conclusions.

Saturday evening, barring any last-minute cancellation, Vivian and Rachel
would drop by Fey's place for a get-together between girls, following a
gracious invitation. Andrea spent the week going over the luxury apartment
she and Fey now shared, getting most of her things stashed in one of the
many closets in order to making sure no one would know she'd been
practically living there these last few months.

She still dropped by her own place from time to time, 'maintaining the
illusion', picking up mail and messages, but wasn't even bothering to heat
it anymore. The rent was no bother considering the money she was now
making, and besides, it was useful to have a second place to herself, for
impromptu meetings with Rachel.

'Girls night' was set. It was the first time all four would be together
since a similar event the year before. Andrea and Fey both made a point of
not seeing their respective mistresses the whole week prior, hoping to
build a little bit of sexual tension.

It would be, after all, a very special night indeed.



3.

Fey, who had taken quite an interest in the art of gourmet cooking in her
teenage years, outdid herself with the menu: roasted delmonico veal in
medeira sauce alongside India rice and a salad of watercress kissed with a
balsamic vinaigrette, garnished with lavender. She joked along as she
prepared the extravagant feast all of Saturday afternoon, telling Andrea
about the times she had cajoled her family cook, a severe but kind-hearted
Frenchman, into teaching her the fine art of culinary seduction. Andrea
watched her work with wonder, helping out when she could and briefly
stepping out for a moment to purchase enough wine for the evening: a bottle
of Château Latour red, one of Beaujolais nouveau, two bottles of white
Montrachet, and two Château d'Aqueria rosés.

By four-thirty, everything was ready. The two hosts resolved to open one of
the white wine bottles, moving to the living room as the veal roasted in
the oven, kissing amorously on the sofa while they waited for Rachel and
Vivian to show. It was to be a casual dinner, but both had decided to dress
up for the occasion. Fey wore a notched collar beige blouse with a knee
length dark skirt with belt buckle. Andrea sported black slacks with a
carmine turtleneck, and stood a inch taller in her in pumps.

At five-thirty, there was a light knock on the door. Fey and Andrea,
fleetingly brushing off the lipstick evidence of their intimacy, suddenly
returned to a 'proper' demeanor as they quickly strode to the apartment
entrance.



4.

Rachel arrived first, stunning Andrea and Fey with a tight satin T-shirt, a
matte skirt and strapped heels. All three greeted each other politely,
exchanging pleasantries while Andrea spoke with her eyes, giving Rachel an
appreciative and hungry look.

She traded a conspiratorial glance with Fey moments later when Rachel
wasn't looking.

The trio slowly left the vestibule and went to the spacious living room,
where they sat for a time, enjoying white wine while waiting for Vivian.

The lady in question arrived twenty minutes later with the sound of a bell,
greeting Fey and Rachel with a warm smile that seemed to indicate she had
not met either for months. Her lips brushed Andrea's cheeks moments later,
while she whispered a warm hello. Removing her jacket, she revealed a
sleeveless sheath dress, made elegant with the addition of a string of
classic pears and matching earrings. The scent of 'Dominance' fragrance
filled the air, and Andrea smiled knowingly to herself, remembering that it
was one of Rachel's favorite.

The chilled wine and bouchées de foie gras were waiting for everyone as
they settled on the divans in the living room. While the veal roasted to
perfection, the women began talking excitedly, as they had many times
before. Job, friends, family, were all discussed, but relationships were
not brought up.

Fey interrupted half-an-hour into the conversation, noting that she had
check out how the veal was doing. Vivian offered nonchalantly to lend a
hand, and both vanished quickly down the hall and into the kitchen, which
sat next to the dining room, at the far end of the apartment.

Moments after they had disappeared, Andrea jumped out of her sofa and
crashed across next to Rachel. The former had scripted, along with Fey, a
few 'opportunities' that would allow the both of them to enjoy a bit of
private fun with their respective lovers. It would be a while before they
were disturbed.

"Well hello there" she whispered huskily, cuddling up to Rachel. "I thought
we'd never be alone."

Rachel eyed the corner that lead to the hall and kitchen worryingly, but
only for a moment. She brought an arm over Andrea's shoulder and drew her
close, for a kiss. Any will to quickly draw away faded as her mouth mashed
against Andrea's soft lips, and their tongues slipped eagerly in each
other's mouths. Rachel's fingers slid over the rich crimson fabric of
Andrea's sweater while her lover's hand gently cupped her left breast
through her T-shirt, unfettered by a bra.

"You think they'll be a while?" Rachel asked in a hushed tone that betrayed
her growing sense of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes gleaming
with hungry lust. Andrea's lecherous smirk spread slowly across her
face. "Why do you ask?"

Rachel's hand cupped Andrea's pussy through her tailored pants
shamelessly. "Just wondering if I might not sample something extra before
the main course..."

Before Andrea could answer, she undid her lover's slacks and slipped a hand
inside. Her fingers quickly found the elastic band of her panties, slid
under them and into her lover's hot, moist cunt. Andrea bit her lower lip
trying not to moan too loudly. It was for the sake of pretense, really,
since she was quite sure Fey and Vivian were both occupied with similar
activities at the moment.

Rachel teased her lover for long seconds, before pulling out her hand. She
immediately brought the glistening digit to her mouth, closing her eyes as
she relished the taste. "Goes very well with the wine, wouldn't you say?"
she mused wickedly, while Andrea tried to regain her composure.

"We have to find a way to step out for a moment later... I'm not going to
be able to go through dinner unless I know I can have you tonight!" she
exclaimed with shortness of breath.

Rachel looked once again to the hallway, hesitation etched on her soft,
delicate features. Andrea knew Rachel would be hard pressed to abandon
Vivian tonight, and quickly changed the subject to keep her from brooding
on the thought.

"C'mon" Andrea said, interrupting the thought. "Let's get back before they
get suspicious."

She made a point of making a lot of noise on the way to the kitchen,
buttoning up her pants as she went.



5.

The veal was absolutely delicious. The Château Latour proved a
delectable choice to accompany the meal, and proved to inspire a fairly
good mood around the circular, candlelit table. Fey and Andrea sat at
opposites, with their respective lovers on the right. Both shared subtle
moments of affection with their mistresses during the meal, sliding their
legs together under the blue tablecloth while pretending to go on with the
conversation. Rachel and Vivian responded to the advances of their lovers
in kind, and a strange secret dance ensued throughout, Fey and Andrea
exchanging secret looks while all four pretended that nothing was going on.

Discussion was light, and compliments to the chef were in order. The wine
kept flowing, now well into the Beaujolais and the rosés wines, and a
toast was proposed, to Fey's masterful cooking skills. Andrea savored each
and every one of the wines, noting that she was becoming more and more
uninhibited as the soirée progressed. Her threshold being higher than
most women, she instinctively knew that the spirits would create an
atmosphere conductive to seduction.

By the end of the meal, Andrea was quite wet, Rachel's agile feet having
sensually demonstrated the ardor and desperation of her yearning
condition. She gave away no sign of a reaction as she quickly got up to
give Fey a hand to clear the table, leaving Rachel behind with Vivian as
they came and went to the kitchen.

When all had been cleared away, Andrea deftly proposed that all four
adjourn to the living room once again, this time for a bit of crème de
menthe to pass the evening. Rachel and Vivian both nodded in approval.

They sat together for a time, back on the couches, chatting away softly as
the evening wore on. Andrea sat close to Rachel on a two-person sofa while
Fey and Vivian had the larger one to themselves. Gentle music played in the
background, and scented candles lit all about provided a golden light and
peaceful atmosphere.

Rachel and Vivian contently reclined in their respective
positions. Eventually, conversation fell in a serene lull, and all four
women stated at each other in contemplative silence. Vivian and Rachel were
smiling happily, basking in Fey's hospitality.

There was a pause, a moment that heralded a slight, ever so subtle change
in atmosphere. Both guests arched eyebrows as Andrea and Fey stood in
unison, moments after CD's shuffled in the player behind, and an original
piano and acoustic guitar piece suddenly filled the air. The standing pair
came together, their hands reaching, their arms going around each
other... like lovers answering the call of the secret song their share as
their own. Andrea and Fey began rocking back and forth slowly, dancing
slowly as the lovers they truly were.

It was not long before they searched each other out, their mouths coming
together briefly in a quick but torrid kiss. They heard a communal gasp
from their dual audience, and each turned with a smile to their respective
mistresses. Andrea's eyes focused on Rachel's stunned expression while Fey
noted Vivian's brief moment of astonishment. Incomprehension fled from
their faces, replaced by slow realization. Andrea and Fey both winked
naughtily, smiling alluring smiles.

Rachel rose from her seat first. "Why do I have a feeling..."

Vivian's voice, overlapping, "I don't believe..."

Both women were at a loss for words despite their understanding of the
sudden development. They looked at each other, the existence of their
mutual affairs revealed instantly. There was no furious exchange of stares,
but merely a recognition of the fact. They both turned to the dancing pair.

"What's up lover?" Andrea and Fey asked suggestively, in perfect harmony,
breaking their embrace to step over to their respective mistresses. Andrea
slid her arm around Rachel's, while Fey came down next to Vivian on the
couch, embracing her around her neck.

"You've been... plotting for how long?" Vivian asked, trying to sound
incensed.

"Well... we didn't really plan it at first, it sort of just happened when
Andrea... ah... 'seduced' Rachel" Fey said.

"And how long have you been... together?" Rachel inquired, now
understanding why she almost always caught the answering machine when
calling to Andrea's place.

"About as long as the both of you" answered Andrea, beside her. "Fey has an
interesting theory about that..." she added teasingly, with a wink to her
soulmate.

"Well..." Rachel said with a heavy sigh, "now I don't know whether to feel
jealous or angry". There was little conviction in her voice, betraying her
still bewildered condition.

"We have an ideal way of remedying to that" Fey whispered huskily, as she
disengaged herself from Vivian and stood up. In an instant, the hosts had
traded places, Andrea strolling over to the couch and slithering next to
Vivian, her hand unabashedly moving around her narrow waist, bringing her
body close. Meanwhile Fey was coming around Rachel, her hand brushing the
model's shoulder as she walked past, coming up behind her. Carefully, she
hugged her from behind, her breasts pressing in the lovely curve of her
back.

Though uncertainty paralyzed both Rachel and Vivian for just an instant, a
new awareness soon dawned upon them. Still striving to cope with the
monumental changes in their lives, stirred as never before by the beauty of
the female form, they gave in to their impulses simultaneously, driven by
fantasies and infatuations born the moment they had discovered lesbian
love. It was not a selfless pursuit for carnal pleasure at the expense of
their mutual love, but a interdependent exploration of their new sexuality,
with women who had once been friend and were now lovers...

Vivian closed her eyes as she felt Andrea's lips brush over hers, while
Rachel looked on hungrily at the erotic spectacle, moaning as Fey's hands
cupped and massaged her ample, sensitive breasts.

Lust and passion overtook them all.



6.

In a quick motion, Fey grasped Rachel's shirt and brought it over her
breasts. Her hands returned forthwith, fondling the hot flesh, feeling the
nipples harden even as she stroked them.

Andrea took it slow, parting the fabric of Vivian's dress gently before
lowering her mouth to the gentle slope of her quarry's bosom. Her tongue
slid gently out of her mouth, leaving a thin trail of saliva down the tan
and smooth skin, and around the curve of Vivian's breast. The latter moaned
approvingly, and caught her breath as Andrea's lips parted widely to take
in as much of her tit flesh as she could.

Rachel was similarly powerless to keep her arousal in check, her head
tilting back as Fey continued to expertly massage her breasts from
behind. She pressed back against the woman's bosom, bringing her hands over
Fey's and guiding them as they kneaded the firm flesh. She felt the woman's
hips gyrate against her ass, and locked her legs in place, giving Fey
something to stroke against. The feeling of the woman's pelvis rubbing
against the curve of her rear was maddeningly intense.

Vivian's dress was boldly parted at this point, both of her breasts hanging
free, her chest heaving as Andrea continued to suckle like a sapphic
succubus. The warmth and heat of her cunt was spreading inside her, to all
parts of her body, igniting an inferno that was quickly consuming
her. Andrea's hand adroitly slid under the loose and draped dress folds,
and searched for Vivian's wet hole. The latter could do nothing but fall
back into the couch, lost in a haze of burning desire.

Rachel's breath was coming in rasping inhales and exhales, Fey's tongue
licking the lobe of her ear while one hand pinched her nipples and the
other surreptitiously slid under her short skirt, feeling for her seeping,
hot pussy. The g-string she wrote was nimbly slid aside by Fey's fingers,
and a low husky groan rose from Rachel's throat as she felt her clit being
stroked ever so gently.

Andrea's fingers, slick with Vivian's abundant juices, penetrated deep
inside her, bringing her nearer and nearer to a sharp and fierce
climax. She could not believe how quickly things were unfolding, how
completely overtaken and consumed by lust she had become.

Vivian screamed aloud, incoherently, in the throes of wanton lust, and
shook as she capsized into oblivion, Andrea's fingers pumping furiously in
and out of her, her teeth biting down on her nipples as she came. Wave
after wave crashed into her, tearing her apart.

The cries were soon answered by Rachel as she, too, tipped over her own
threshold and no longer held back. Fey's bewitching embrace had stripped
away her sense of restraint. Her body responded instinctively, the fervor
building inside her as Fey continued to tease her clitoris, as she
continued to pinch her nipples, as she fondled the hoot flesh of her
breasts, as she whispered of her impending night of passion even as she
thrust her delicate tongue in her ear...

She climaxed, the strength leaving her legs, her body shaking with
unthinkable pleasure. She gave herself to Fey, to the beautiful woman,
lover of her lover, to the servant of her mistress. She felt her juices
drench Fey's busy fingers as she continued to scream, between short ragged
breaths, drowning into a sea of orgasmic ecstasy, before collapsing back
into Fey's supportive arms.

The room fell silent, but only for a few moments...



7.

Their bodies were pressed against each other's, spread across the spacious
double bed, searching, feeling, yearning.

Andrea's face was buried in Vivian's pussy, licking with abandon, her
tongue sliding in and out of her flowing crevasse, while the object of her
affection moaned and shook with every lick. Her naked skin was slick with
perspiration, the agony of the delightful torment taking its toll on her
voluptuous womanly form. Meanwhile, Fey and Rachel were locked in a deep
soul kiss, their tongues intertwined in a sensuous dance while their hands
and fingers were buried in each other's throbbing cunts, effortlessly
sliding in and out, their bodies shaking in unison as the mutual stroking
brought them ever closer to a simultaneous orgasm.

They had made love for hours, and there was yet no sing of relenting or
cessation, the passionate fire consuming them whole without burning itself
out. Their screams of glorious bliss echoed in the room as three of the
women shook in the throes of lesbian climax. Andrea dutifully continued to
lick Vivian's delicious essence from her dripping slit as the lawyer
reclined back in momentary exhaustion, while Fey and Rachel smiled as they
continued to kiss, unwilling to break even for an instant the intoxicating
communion of their yearning mouths, their hands relaxing to a soft caress
of their pussies, bodies glowing with the warmth of newly consumed passion.

Hours... hours spent in loving worship, an odyssey of sapphic discovery, a
communion of sacred pleasure, between women... between lovers well
acquainted and newfound companions exploring each other's bodies...

They remained, all four, still for a time. Then, Rachel, Fey and Vivian
moved of their own accord, while Andrea remained motionless. Then, as she
tried to shift, she was gently restrained. All three women positioned
themselves properly, before descending upon the lone woman, fingers, hands
and arms gently taking hold of her.

Andrea sighed as she felt herself being transported in a heaven of rapture
and exhilaration, sensations visited upon her body by three very sensual
women intent on worshiping her form with unrestrained passion almost too
much for her to bear. Her arms came to rest over her head, arching her back
and giving full access to her soft and supple tits, while her legs were
gently parted, her moist pussy glistening in the candlelight. Fey's lips
slid over her trembling mouth, initiating a long, sensuous kiss, while
Vivian teased each of Andrea's nipples in turn with a tongue both eager and
nimble. Meanwhile, farther down, Rachel's hands were sliding under the
smooth skin of her rear, raising her pelvis, while she felt the familiar
but no less erotic feeling of a snaking organ caressing the puckered
opening of her asshole. She was entranced by three mouths, praising the
temple of her physical form with lips, tongues, saliva, sending her soul
and mind reeling.

Fey's tongue slid deeper and deeper into her mouth, and both women
enthusiastically joined in a mutual and amorous exchange that enflamed the
measure of their passion a thousandfold. In the meantime, Vivian had ceased
her teasing and now suckled at Andrea's breasts in earnest, like a woman
possessed. Every lick, every bite send shivers down Andrea's spine, and she
proceeded to cradle each orb of flesh even more lovingly as she continued
to suck with libidinous abandon. While she did so, Rachel's careful
exploration of her mistress' ass gave way to bold and unabashed thrusting,
her probing and saliva-coated tongue slithering in and out of her rear like
a snake forcing its way into a small hole. As her left hand continued to
cradle and support Andrea's lovely ass, her right hand was busily stroking
her pussy, smearing her juices all over her outer lips and
mons. Occasionally she would pause from her rimming to slide one of her
fingers in her mouth, or to partake of Andrea's cum from the source with a
lick, before returning to the sweet orifice she revered orally.

All three women continued for long minutes, working hard to bring Andrea,
perhaps the one responsible for introducing them all to a new and
extraordinary form of love, to the edge of her greatest orgasm yet. All
three pressed on, tentatively, careful not to precipitate things, bringing
her higher and higher into unexplored realms of ecstasy, adoring every
minute and second of their task.

There was only so much Andrea could withstand... Lying on a bed, ravished
by three beautiful women hell bent on making her cum, she felt herself
break away from all things physical as the crashing wave of her climax came
upon her. Sensations beyond her ability to describe left her gasping for a
breath as lightning fused up and down her spine, exploding every nerve in
her body. Her hips bucked, her chest arched outwards, her head swung side
to side, tears drowning in the beads of sweat which had formed on her
skin. Fey, Rachel and Vivian held her in their arms as she continued to
climax on and on, for seconds, and minutes, the multiple orgasm continuing
as they persisted with their affections.

Andrea felt herself sliding into a semi-conscious state, aware of the
presence of her lovers around her and nothing else... she had known bliss
beyond imagining, and felt more love for Fey, Rachel and Vivian than anyone
else in her life. She smiled weakly, hoping to recuperate quickly, and
visit upon all three others the same kind of joy she had experienced...



8.

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Love getting you down? Can't find the right person to share your life with?

Close your eyes and wish for your true love!

Send this e-mail to three of your girlfriends... and your wish shall come
true!

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"What are you doing?" called out Fey, walking up to Andrea. She was wearing
a short white bathrobe, water still glistening on her warm skin. She slid a
hand from behind and cupped Andrea's breast through her light blue
nightgown. Behind them, in the bathroom, Andrea heard the sound of the
shower running, and moans from Vivian and Rachel.

"Just sending a message. Seems like the appropriate thing to do."

Fey smiled as she read the words on the computer screen. "Playing Cupid, I
see."

"Strangers really. Maybe someone out there needs the kind of luck I've had
in finding a soulmate."

Fey shifted around and responded to Andrea's declaration with a soft kiss.

"So I guess you won't be sending a copy to your sister in Minnesota?"

Andrea elbowed Fey playfully in the ribs. "Hey-she's married with two
kids. I'm not going to mess that up!"

Fey giggled happily, and kissed Andrea again. "Alright-but hurry will you?
Vivian and Rachel are getting antsy again, and I may not be able to handle
both of them!"

She sauntered back into the bathroom, while Andrea's eyes returned to the
screen. She randomly handpicked four or five female names and electronic
addresses from a 'searching-for-love' web site, pasted them in the e-mail's
recipient field and sent them via an anonymous account. The message
vanished from her screen, and Andrea briefly wondered about the magic which
had come attached to the mail she had received, so long ago it seemed. She
wondered if a bit of that magic would not travel along with her
message... wondered if a woman like herself had not, months ago, sat in
front of a computer, in the wake of a new understanding of her deepest
passions, sending out a message such as this...

She smiled as her thoughts returned to Fey and the others, and rose at
once, the fabric of her gown tugging gently at her stiffening nipples and
sending shudders of excitement all the way down her moistening cunt. She
leisurely walked over to the bathroom, her spirit soaring in the wake of
love...


End.