Part VII

Hot skin twitched as daylight crept into the room. The rays slowly advanced from the window onto the bed before exposing the vast array of delectable flesh that was sprawled on the bed and intertwined together. Deep in sleep, two beautiful women, one black, the other with subtly tanned flesh, lay on their sides, arms wrapped around shoulders and backs, faces a few inches apart, while hot breath washed over each other.

The rising sun approached their closed eyelids and, at first contact, nothing really happened. But even women of such rare beauty and strength cannot ignore the power of the sun which persisted in its mission to invade the room with its light. Two conscious minds sensed the external form and began to activate the physical body in which it resided.

Awareness rose within both women. First, there was the pleasant sensation of something wonderful rubbing against their bellies, their legs, and their tits. Then, the smell of sweet breath which washed over their faces and tickled their noses. Their bodies began to slowly writhe with the pleasing stimuli and involuntary smiles filled their faces while the eyes, completely unaware of the activity that occurred below, remained closed.

Shortly, finally, the eyes cracked open and treated each woman to the wonderful sight of an absurdly gorgeous woman's face just inches from hers with a look of satisfaction and a smile full of desire as their bodies subtly mingled together on the bed. They awoke completely and immediately understood what was happening.

Two pairs of lips, magnetically drawn to each other, moved imperceptibly forward until the gap between them disappeared and the two women engaged in a deep, luscious kiss that represented such a powerful hunger for each other despite the relatively short amount of time since they had last engaged in sexual activity with each other. The kiss grew deeper, their hands tightened the grips on the other's bodies, and the first set of moans escaped their lips, only to be swallowed within the ravenous mouth of the other woman.

Vicky smoothly pressed her outside shoulder into Queen's. The gorgeous spy offered no resistance and happily rolled onto her back while the brunette's leg slid over and allow her body to straddle the dark-skinned woman's leg. Whether by happenstance or choice, Vicky's dripping sex landed not on Queen's equally slick cunt, but her muscled thigh against which the brunette began to vigorously rub her slowly emerging nub.

Moans grew louder in their mouths as Queen's nether lips also found purchase of Vicky's own thigh and rub hard against the muscle. Queen's hands snaked down Vicky's toned back until they reached the familiar destination of the brunette's marvelous ass. Fingers spread wide on the glutes, Queen's fingertips pressed hard into the hard flesh, partly to anchor herself while she drove her sex again and again into Vicky's leg but also to move that bitch's cunt where it rightfully belonged: locked into her own cunt.

Fortunately, there was little desire to offer any resistance. Somehow, Vicky embraced Queen even tighter and allowed the dark-haired woman to move her into position until the centers of their sexual being locked into place.

The sensations were strong enough to cause them to break their kiss and moan in blissful agony. Despite the desire to keep their eyes closed and concentrate their strength in pleasuring the other woman before experiencing her own, the need to stare into each other's souls, to identify when the other woman was finally broken, was even greater. They stared hard into each other's eyes and whispered curses as they fought the other woman and their own building needs for release.

Their pussies squelched and began to leak as sweat and precum began to drip from their sealed cunts. The movements were subtle but powerful. Their pelvises slid, thrust, and rotated in a monumental effort to make the other woman cum first. Before long, their lips reconnected and pushed hard against each other while tongues delightfully twisted and played together.

Vicky finally closed her eyes because the sensations started to become too much to ignore. She needed to win this one, damnit! She could feel the juices in her cunt start to well and flow over the dam that held them back. The brunette clenched her eyes tight to use the utmost concentration she had to thrust her cunt and clit into Queen while trying to mitigate the devastating effects of the spy's efforts on her.

Queen's heart soared at making Vicky, almost literally, blink first and was determined to make the brunette bitch cum first again while on top. But there was also a sense of relief so she could now close her eyes and concentrate on winning the trib battle once again.

It was a good plan until a drop of sweat from Vicky's brow fell onto the hazel iris of the gorgeous spy's.

The beautiful dark-skinned woman closed her eyes to flush away the salty, burning sensation but it caused her mental defenses to shift focus and suddenly the sexual dam inside of her began to rise and overflow with nothing to hold it back at the moment.

"OH FUCK!!!!!!", shrieked Queen who finally broke the unending kiss. Sexual tremors wracked her body as load after load of cum shot out of her cunt and gushed into Vicky's waiting twat. The spy roared in gleeful agony while her body became consumed by a white-hot fire of sexual desire that it couldn't extinguish.

Vicky tried to power her way to securing her victory but the feeling of the molten hot lava of cum fill her exposed cunt washed away any mental defenses she held.

"YES!! CUM FOR ME, BITCH!!!", she exulted as she tried to force even more orgasms from Queen's body.

The two sexfighters held each other tight as they traded orgasms and screamed into each other's shoulders. The cascade of orgasms finally took their toll and shut their minds and bodies down once more.

Queen's last passing thought before slipping into unconsciousness again was to see the sunlight, now filling the room to its fullest, and think, "I've been here for almost a whole day."

The sight was as thrilling as it was erotic. Two prime examples of naked womanly perfection, one on top of the other, bodies shining with sweat and cum and seemingly spent from the nonstop competitive sex.

Two brilliant, successful, professional women. So alike, yet so different. One a caramel-hued spy from South Africa, and the other a tanned Caucasian IT professional from America. Outside of the bedroom, they dominated despite being women in male-dominated fields. But in the bedroom, with no masks, no clothes, no anything really, to hide their true selves from each other, they were a couple of sexually insatiable women who had just fucked each other's brains out. Again.

Part VIII

Over the previous 24 hours, Vicky and Queen had fucked themselves into and out of consciousness so many times and each time involved some degree of sensuality. The accidental brush of lips and the sudden introduction of a tongue diving into a mouth, the silky friction of nude skin, or the graze of sensitive pussy lips against a bare leg. However, this time, what roused the two of them wasn't sexy at all. It was just a headache.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, almost an entire day spent contorted with another woman, with minimal amounts of sustenance, save for spit and cum, was bad for the human body.

Life returned to both women's bodies and when they were alert enough to make noise, they groaned. But the groans weren't ones of desire or lust, but rather of pain and fatigue. Queen felt like her head was being split in two while Vicky could not stop the relentless pounding inside of hers.

Groans turned into brief moments of searing pain as Vicky, with a heroic effort, managed to roll off of Queen only after separating their vaginas which were practically glued together by dried sweat and ejaculate.

Both women lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling and were dead set to not look at each other. The fear of losing control was enough to make them resist the urge to see the other woman's naked form, though even just thinking about her elicited a flood of memories on how each of them had spent the previous day.

Vicky made the first move and staggered/rolled off the bed. For a moment, she teetered and she was unsure of whether she would be standing or sprawled on the ground completely helpless. Luckily, one of her feet made purchase with the ground and that was enough for her to stand and make her way out of the room towards the kitchen.

Queen kept her eyes tightly shut as she heard Vicky leave the room and exhaled mightily when she heard the sounds of tinkering in the kitchen. She lay there for minutes as she contented herself with watching the ceiling and listening to the sounds of running water, drawers opening and shutting, plates clanking, and other things to let her know that Vicky was arranging refreshments of some sort. It was only when she heard the noise stop for several minutes did Queen start to think that the coast was clear.

Gathering her strength, Queen also made a great effort to make a tenuous roll off the bed and just barely avoid an ungraceful fall to the floor. When she left the room, she heard the unmistakable sound of a running shower that came from the master bedroom. A great idea, Queen thought to herself, and looked forward to streams of hot water crashing on her body. But first, food and drink.

She made her way to the kitchen and was grateful to find bowls and plates of various fruit, and other foods, and several bottles of water had been laid out. She gulped the water in a frenzy and replenished her body with fresh fruit and even managed to eat a slice of toast.

Once she ate and drank, unsurprisingly, her headache immediately cleared and she could think clearly again. With her now intimate knowledge of the house, she made her way to a room that she knew had a shower and was grateful to see all the necessary amenities: towels, soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a powerful hair dryer.

For the next 45 minutes, she scrubbed every inch of herself clean at least twice. She washed, conditioned, brushed, and dried her hair until it resembled some approximation of order. As her body slowly lost the layers of accumulated filth, evidence began to show of her and Vicky's battle. Abrasions, teeth marks, and dimples in sets of five that covered her body, especially around her tits, ass, and pussy that showed the intensity of their sexfight.

Only when she was out of the shower and in front of the mirror was Queen able to take a proper survey of every mark of her erotic war. Occasionally, a fingertip brushed over one and brought back a specific memory, but sometimes how it got there was a mystery. While she continued to dry her hair, the continuing catalogue of sexual warfare accumulated in her mind, and her body began to go into heat. Her breath shortened, her nipples firmed, and a little bit of wetness formed on her pussy lips.

Queen had no idea that on the opposite side of the wall which held the bathroom mirror was Vicky, ensconced in her master bathroom, attending to her hair, taking the same survey, and feeling her body yearn for more hot, intimate, contact with the beautiful spy.

There was no way for either woman to know that despite staring into the mirror, they were also staring at each other on either side of a wall that held mirrors for separate bathrooms. Yet, they both held the same thought in their head. Neither woman had established her superiority over the other and the fight wasn't over.

As if in a trance, they both walked out of their respective bathrooms, through the connected bedrooms, and into the hallway. Both stepped back slightly at seeing each other but quickly overcame their surprise to let their eyes rove in hunger at the now familiar, but still fantastic, body in front of them. Eyes feasted on ripe tits, stiff nipples, toned stomachs, and a pair of pussy lips that betrayed the first hints of arousal.

For the briefest moments, Vicky contemplated jumping onto Queen right in the hallway and finishing the fight then and there. But, this was a sexfight. A sexfight in her home meant there was only one place to have that. So instead, she held out her hand and gasped slightly when she felt Queen's warm palm slide into hers.

Silently, they walked, one behind the other, one pair of eyes straight ahead, the other one glued to the delicious sights of Vicky's naked ass bounce with each step. They dropped hands when they entered the room but did not let their steps break rhythm. Vicky reached the bed first, crawled, and turned onto her back as soon as she reached its head. Not far behind, Queen crawled the short distance too and did not stop until her body perfectly aligned with the sexy brunette's.

As soon as she stopped, Queen plunged down and glued her lips to Vicky's sensuous mouth. The two embraced tightly and sinfully rubbed their bare bodies while their endless kiss deepened.

Their legs intertwined, their cunts met, and they fucked. The room filled with sounds of frenzied sexual activity but the only ones that escaped the rivals' mouths were moans and cries that grew louder with each minute. When the moment came, their bodies stiffened, their backs arched, and they shrieked into each other as a purge of orgasms roared through their bodies.

As they came down from their orgasmic highs, their bodies relaxed into each other and they broke their kiss to rest their heads on the space between the other woman's head and shoulder. When the high began to wane, they finally had the strength to lift their heads and look deep into each other's eyes.

What each pair of eyes saw was an awesome sight indeed. Intensity, desire, determination, and above all, a want, no, a need to fuck until one woman mastered the other. Their bodies began to rub together again. Their breath shortened.

"We don't stop, cunt", Vicky rasped, her mind had already begun to fight her body's need for satisfaction.

"We don't stop", Queen agreed, barely able to get the words out before she lowered her mouth again for another intense lip-lock session. But she was surprised when Vicky closed her mouth and used both hands to form a tight grip on her head which kept her from moving. Queen looked to Vicky to find out what the hell the brunette was thinking.

Vicky was so horny that she almost didn't get the words out, "let's...eat..."

Queen smiled feverishly at the thought. She loved to eat pussy and have her pussy eaten. With not a little bit of reluctance she released her grip on Vicky, got on her hands and knees, and made a slow pivot of her position until she faced the brunette's pussy and her own cunt hovered over Vicky's face.

Strong, feminine hands tightly gripped the spy's fantastic ass and pulled it down towards the bed. At the same time, Queen slid her hands in between the bed and Vicky's own impressive derriere to give the glutes a quick squeeze before starting this session of cunnilingus with an almost chaste kiss on each of Vicky's labial lips.

Queen threw out her plan to start slow when she felt Vicky's snake-like tongue penetrate to her very core with the seeming mission of sucking out her soul. She yelped in shock and pleasure before she tightened her grip on the brunette's ass and began to heartily feast at the bounty that was Vicky's insatiable cunt.

Screams of lust and moans filled the room as the two amazons voraciously ate each other out to the best of their abilities. Orgasms came and went but, like possessed demons, they women licked, kissed, and sucked every bit of delicious pussy that was in front of them. They continuously changed positions, one on top, one on the bottom, side to side.

It was around the two hour mark that their tongues began to tire and they brought their fingers into the fray. First, the fingers slide sensuously around the labia and used the copious cum to coat the ever-present and continuously stiff clit. Then, they plunged mercilessly in and out of the waiting vaginas. G-spots were teased and pressed. The number of fingers invading their core ceaselessly grew until both women were ruthlessly fisted.

Tongues were reintroduced into the war and began to slide further and further up until they draped the exposed assholes with an erotic combination of spit, sweat, and cum.

"SHIT! FUCK!"

"OH, FUCK!!!!"

These screams erupted when Vicky and Queen felt the digits penetrate their backside and send a rush of dopamine so overwhelming throughout their body that they instantly creamed.

It was now a fight being fought on all fronts. Each woman had lost complete control of their faculties and their bodies operated on the most basest of instincts. Tongues, fingers, fists, and lips alternated their attacks on pussies, clits, and assholes that seemed to have an infinite capacity for pleasure.

But as superhuman as these women's appetite for sex was, it was, after all, human. Fatigue came for their tongues, hands, and minds, and a particularly massive eruption of cum knocked them both out simultaneously. On the bottom, Queen's head lolled back onto the pillow, her eyes closed before they made impact with the bed. In one final moment of conscious thought, Vicky managed to rest her head on Queen's muscular thigh and avoid having to sleep in the cum pooled onto the bed.

Who knows how many minutes or hours passed when the two woke up again. But when they did, their eyes locked onto the still juicy pussy in their face and their tongues went back to work as if there had been no break involved.

After the first orgasm, Vicky wondered, perhaps for the first time ever, how much more she could take. Queen showed no signs of slowing down, so Vicky needed to do something to turn the tables decisively in her favor. The second orgasm that ripped through her, brought on by Queen's entire fist rotating inside of her tight cunt, finally gave her an idea.

Quickly, the hint became a fully formed plan in the brunette's mind but she needed to act fast before the next orgasm sapped her strength even further. She tightened her grip on Queen's amazing glutes and even dug her nails in a bit. The action caused Queen to slide her tongue out of Vicky's snatch and hiss in pain. Vicky emitted her own gasp at the sudden emptiness inside of her.

Then, with every ounce of mental fortitude she had left, Vicky slid her body and began to inch her pussy away from Queen's serpentine tongue. With her pussy still dripping from Queen's talented tongue, Vicky pressed her cunt down against Queen's chin, and slid forward even further and left a trail of cum behind.

At first confused but then amused, Queen threw her head back and almost laughed at this new level of debauchery. As she saw Vicky's body continue to move down, she decided to exploit an opening. An anal opening. Queen plugged one, then two fingers straight into Vicky's completely exposed asshole. She didn't pump the fingers in and out like a piston to produce an immediate orgasm. But she teased and squirmed her fingers inside as a way to bring continued pleasure to her rival.

Vicky threw her head back at the penetration and could do little but laugh at the pure hedonism exchanged. When her pussy got to Queen's breasts, Vicky made sure to spend a little extra time there. First, she left a trail of slime in the valley between Queen's massive tits before she slowly slid her pussy up each tit and not going down until she gave each nipple a couple of flicks with her clit.

Once past Queen's breasts, Vicky picked up the pace until she stopped just below Queen's belly button where she finally got on her hands and knees and rotate until brunette and black-haired beauties could look each other eye to eye. They looked at each other hard before Vicky extended her tongue and lowered it until it reached the trailhead of cum.

"OOOHHH", Queen exclaimed upon the first lick of Vicky's delicious tongue on her body. Vicky hoovered up each drop and scraped Queen's delicious flesh with the flat of her tongue which caused the dark-skinned spy to moan as she was teased beyond words. As the tongue moved further up, Queen could not wait to feel it on her needy, achy tits.

Vicky patiently moved her body up, her hands on either side of Queen's body moving in concert, giving light, sensuous caresses to Queen. She stopped briefly before reach Queen's breasts and took a second to blow on each nipple. The warm breath on the nipples covered by the still warm cum made each bud just a little stiffer. It was Vicky's way of increasing Queen's anticipation just a little more.

"OH! OHH! OHHH! OHHHH!", Queen screamed with each lick of Vicky's tongue on whatever part of her taut skin was covered with Vicky's cum. Her tongue swirled around each nipple, licking up each drop before giving each nipple some quick sucks. Queen squirmed under the pleasure and couldn't believe how horny this made her.

Queen yelled in surprise when she felt Vicky's slick pussy press down onto hers. Their slick slits locked and slid up and down against each other, their breasts crushed together, rolling, massaging and having their own private battle, and the two stared into each others' eyes, willing the other to back down first. Queen clamped her hands down on Vicky's hard, fantastic ass to try and control as much of the pounding delivered by Vicky as possible.

Surprised turned into horror when Queen realized just how far up the pleasure curve Vicky's stunt had brought her. As her tits mated with Vicky's incredibly stiff pair, she could feel her squish from a backlog of cum that was desperate to evacuate. The more she strived to concentrate on keeping her tits from exploding in cum, the less she was able to withstand the ferocious attack from Vicky's ever-slick cunt.

The brunette's nostrils flared as they detected the hints of despair and Vicky redoubled her efforts knowing that she was on the verge of victory.

Queen fought valiantly. Her clit withstood each attack and countered it by stabbing and slicing within Vicky's own sensitive folds. Her fingers pumped in and out of Vicky's ass viciously. Her lips and tongue effectively exploited each sensitive spot on Vicky's face, neck, and shoulders.

But her breasts couldn't hold out forever. Primed and teased to an unsustainable extreme, it was a testament to Queen's prowess that they even held out at all.

"NOOOO!!!!!", Queen wailed in despair as her precious tits finally betrayed her and began to erupt in cum. The ejaculate collided head on with Vicky's tremendous rack, that tightly embrace Queen's, before it rushed down the spy's body. The unending explosions formed rivers of cum from Queen's tits as they raced down her stomach and back before pooling onto the bed.

In her head, she knew she had lost, but her body refused to back down. If anything, her hips bucked harder, her gripped tightened, and her fingers plunged deeper. However, her mouth could do little but maintain a perfect "O" and release an endless scream that echoed throughout the room.

"YESSSS!!!!!", exulted a victorious Vicky who's dam finally broke and cum exploded from her tits and cunt. The two women traded one giant orgasm after the other until their eruptions finally synchronized. With one last thrust from each of them, their bodies released its final tide of desire and both of them collapsed into the bed.

Before her eyes closed, Vicky's one last rational thought was that she had finally won.

Part IX

Hours later, Vicky's eyes finally fluttered open. It was hard. Her body slotted perfectly into Queen's and with the two wrapped around each other, she couldn't have been more comfortable. She took satisfaction that Queen was still fast asleep, a smile of absolute satisfaction etched onto her face.

Now that she was awake though, her mind refused to go to sleep. The first thing that she screamed internally was the word, "shower!". She was filthy again and had an urgent need to feel fresh again. With great care, she extricated herself from Queen's prone body and made her way to the shower in her bedroom. As she walked past her bed, she caught sight of the clock on her nightstand that showed the time as 6 pm.

"Unbelievable", she thought to herself. She and Queen had fucked almost non-stop for practically 36 hours. Once the water was hot enough, she stepped into the giant shower that she and Arthur used together and began to scrub her body with great effort.

The concentration spent on removing the accumulated grime meant that she did not hear nor detect the shower door swing open or gently shut. But she did detect, and she did feel, a pair of soft, feminine, hands place themselves on both sides of her torso and begin to work the soap into her body.

Vicky turned her head which ran directly into a luscious pair of lips that devoured her own. She moaned helplessly while she felt Queen's left hand grab a firm hold of her left tit and her right hand snake down her body before plunging three fingers into her wide open pussy.

The brunette broke the kiss long enough to spit out the words, "What are you doing bitch? I won."

Queen replied with a ravenous smile before thrusting her tongue back into Vicky's mouth to engage in another extended kiss and resumed plundering her soaked pussy until Vicky came in a small, but still explosive, orgasm.

Queen broke the kiss to let Vicky catch her breath before speaking. "Yes, you won, but that doesn't mean we can't have any fun." She then gently directed Vicky's back to the wall opposite the running showerhead and knelt until her knees hit the ground, her ass sat on her heels, and her face directly faced Vicky's pussy.

Vicky loved the sight of Queen submissively on her knees, ready to please and certify Vicky's victory. The brown-skinned beauty looked so sexy with the droplets of water cascading down her body that the brunette feared she would cum any second.

With her fingers, Queen gently created an opening in Vicky's pussy and ruthlessly tongued the brunette into not, not two, but three increasingly violent orgasms. Vicky's hands pawed at her tits and clutched her own hair, until they finally rested on the back of Queen's head to hold the tongue in place until her body was finally through with this spate of pleasure.

Her moment of respite was just that though, a moment. Because as soon as Queen was on her feet, their lips reconnected, their bodies tightly embraced, and their thighs slid in between each other's legs. The two fucked hard and brought each other to an untold number of orgasms as they continued to keep their cunt glued to the other woman's muscled leg. The only change in their position was a constant taking of turns as to whose back was against the wall.

After a particularly explosive chain of orgasms had run their course, Vicky and Queen finally took a break, with Vicky resting her head against Queen's shoulder, and the gorgeous spy settling her back against the wet tile of the shower. It was at that moment they both detected movement from the corner of their eyes.

They turned their head and were astonished to see a hulking, naked man, who sported a comically large erection.

Vicky looked on in shock to see her husband, Arthur, standing outside of the shower, with a look of pure hunger and anticipation on his face. How did he get back so soon? Surely, she didn't lose track of time that badly?

The brunette then turned her eyes toward her rival/lover whose eyes and mouth were wide open in shock. And desire.

Queen's eyes were filled with the masculine hunk in front of her, from Vicky's file, she knew it was Arthur, but the images in the folio were nothing compared to his vivid presence, and manhood, on display. It had been so, so long, since she had felt the touch and penetration of a man and he was truly a sight for sore eyes. But, in her heart, she knew there was no way a woman like Vicky, despite her sexually adventurous nature, would share Arthur with Queen.

Vicky smirked at look sported on the spy's face and, after the briefest of internal debates, made a decision.

"Honey", she cooed, "this is Queen. Now why don't you come in here and give our guest a proper greeting?"

Arthur couldn't believe his good fortune. When he got the call from Vicky's supervisor at Telco that his wife hadn't reported to work for several days, he had the strongest suspicion about why she would not show up to work. He apologized profusely to the supervisor and explained that he and Vicky had been extremely ill, and while he was now well enough to move about, she was not, which accounted for her inability to call in sick. After hanging up the phone, Arthur quickly canceled the rest of his work trip and caught the first flight he could back home with the hopes of joining in on his wife's extracurricular activity.

His suspicions were confirmed when he first stepped into the house. The whole place reeked, in a good way, with the smell of sex. And he saw a set of feminine clothes and undergarments strewn about on the floor that he knew did not belong to Vicky. The sound of running water from the direction of his bedroom suggested there was someone, or some ones, in the shower.

And here he was, a witness to his incredibly gorgeous wife, wet and naked, with her arms wrapped around an equally gorgeous woman. And now, she just gave him permission to join in on the fun. Good fortune indeed.

Husband and wife shared a look that communicated both request and approval. When he was sure of his wife's intentions, Arthur stepped into the shower and approached Queen, now seemingly pinned to the wall by some unseen force, while his wife backed away and made some room.

Queen groaned in mercy as she felt herself penetrated. Fully penetrated for the first time in a long time. She managed to scoot up the wall a bit so she could wrap her legs around Arthur and lock her calves behind his ass while he ruthlessly rammed into her.

Vicky watched the scene with no small bit of amusement. She had come a long way since that night so many years ago when she raged at finding her husband balls deep into another woman. Now that she knew the power she held over him and every other woman, there was nothing for which to feel insecure.

Finally tired of being on the sidelines, the brunette decided to get in on the action. Arthur and Queen, for whatever reason, had yet to kiss, so Vicky reached over to Arthur and kissed him hard while he continued to pump his dick into Queen's cunt. Unfortunately, the poor boy did not have the stamina to both kiss and fuck hard and he had to break the kiss off.

No problem! Vicky immediately locked lips with Queen who had no issues fucking and sucking at the same time. The sight of his wife and the beautiful stranger with their tongues passionately twisted was just the motivation Arthur needed to make his penis even harder. He and Queen fucked and fucked until they both finally came in a giant gusher of orgasms that ripped through both of their bodies.

By now, the water from the shower had lost its heat and grew cold. Somewhat awkwardly, the three of them separated, stepped out of the shower, and fetched towels to dry themselves off. All three specimens of physical perfection continuously raked their eyes over the other bodies and became more and more aroused at the sight. Especially noticeable was Arthur's growing erection which was almost back to full mast.

Now with Arthur home, Queen had no idea what to expect. What happened in the shower had to be a spur of the moment thing but she could tell that her body wanted more of Arthur. After a moment of reflection, she realized that she somehow wanted even more of Vicky. From his facial expressions and body language, Queen could tell that Arthur had similar thoughts.

When Vicky dropped her towel, she simply grabbed Queen's hand to lead them out of the bathroom and onto the bed. Arthur could see their two naked bodies walk away and his shoulders sagged a bit at the thought of being left out. As he saw his wife begin to crawl on top of this beautiful new woman and ready to fuck her into oblivion again, he resigned himself to finding a chair to watch. But then her head turned to his direction and she said the single greatest thing he ever heard.

"Care to join us?", she asked with a teasing smirk.

Happiness and adoration swooped into the once dejected man who practically ran to the bed. As he settled in to fuck his wife from behind while she was locked cunt to cunt and body to body with her gorgeous new lover, one simple thought entered his mind.

What a time to be alive.

Epilogue

Queen settled into the first class seat before she took a chance to appreciate the surroundings of this clearly brand new plane of South Africa's flagship airline. The lighting, decor, and amenities symbolized the height of luxury and she couldn't help but feel a bit responsible. Her last two major operations had dismantled an extensive arms and drug smuggling network and unlocked that operation's finances which now flowed into the coffers of her country's treasury.

Seeing the South African Airways logo reminded Queen of the last time she was on one of these jets and the luscious hours she had spent with the senior flight attendant, and her sometimes lover, the fantastically gorgeous Carrie. On this flight, like the last, she had the first class cabin to herself, and she hoped that Carrie was also the first-class attendant.

It had been over a month since Queen acquired the master key from Vicky which did not take too much time. However, the next several days were spent in the most delirious sexual escapades with first the brunette and then her husband. The three of them fucked, sucked, licked, and kissed until their bodies finally gave up.

Vicky and Queen, despite their absolute exhaustion, seemed determined to fuck again. However, Arthur, who was drained beyond words and able to think with a clear head, finally put his foot down and demanded an end to their orgy citing the need for them to finally go back to work or risk losing their jobs. That finally broke the spell that cast over the two women who meekly acquiesced and separated. Queen left without saying a word to Vicky or Arthur.

The ravishing spy squirmed in her seat as the memories from her encounters with Carrie, Vicky, and Arthur flooded her mind. Once she returned to her apartment, she sent off the master key to Joseph and then spent the next several weeks winding down her affairs in America to prepare for her departure home. At first, Queen wanted to leave immediately, but her wise mentor cautioned her to not leave abruptly in order to preserve her cover for future use. As always, he was probably right.

Doing all of that work gave her little time for any social activities and she had now gone over a month without knowing the sexual touch of another human. Now trapped on a plane with nothing to distract her except her own thoughts, she closed her eyes and wondered how she would survive the 17 hour flight back to Johannesburg.

The sound of some fluttering penetrated her thoughts and slightly irritated her as she realized that not only would she not have the first class cabin to herself but that this new passenger would be seated next to her! She opened her eyes slightly and thought about asking the intruder if they wouldn't mind sitting elsewhere.

Her body stopped cold when she first saw the shiny dark-colored hair. Then the wonderfully tanned skin of the bare arms that poked out of the tasteful sleeveless blouse that housed the most perfect chest. Her eyes traveled upwards until they looked into the bright, beautiful eyes of Vicky who sported a huge smile.

"Your IT department did a good job in covering your tracks", she said in a playful tone before continuing, "luckily, I'm better than them."

Queen gave a ravenous grin and brought her hands and lips forward to grab onto the back of Vicky's head and hold the two of them in place while they hungrily exchanged a deep and twisting kiss.

They broke the kiss temporarily to kiss each other on the neck and suck the lobes of each other's ears.

"I'm going to fuck you dry, you cunt", Queen whispered.

"I'd like to see you try", Vicky taunted back in a soft coo.

The two of them were ready to resume their lip lock when they heard a tactful, but firm, cough.

Startled and slightly irritated, the two of them turned their heads towards the source of interruption and gasped at the sight.

Before them, tall, spectacular, and utterly beautiful, stood the gorgeous, red-headed senior flight attendant for first-class services. Carrie looked at the two women, arms wrapped around each other's necks, small strings of spit that connected their lips, and the heaving tits of each woman.

In a professional tone that did nothing to hide its huskiness, Carrie addressed the women for the first time. "Given the late hour, I wanted to inform you that the captain has suspended dinner service and for the next 12 hours I will have no duties."

Vicky and Queen smiled lasciviously at this new piece of information. Before they could reach out to the redhead to bring her in to their little maelstrom of fucking, the flight attendant spoke again.

"Given my lack of duties at the present moment, the limited number of passengers on board, and that this is a brand new plane, I would like to give you a tour. Please follow me."

Now confused, the still horny women, reluctantly got up and followed the flight attendant whose uniform did a fantastic job of accentuating her outstanding figure. In her light, professional voice, she told them about the plane's features, it's size, flying capabilities until she reached a door hidden by the galley.

She turned towards her still confused passengers before continuing in that same voice, "This new plane also comes with updated facilities for the flight crew. As the senior flight attendant on board, I rate a cabin of my own."

With a bit of dramatic flair, she opened the door and led them into a small cabin that was dominated by a queen-sized bed. The two women gawked as they entered into the cabin but their mouths quickly transformed into smiles when the redhead began to strip. Vicky and Queen immediately followed suit. Once naked, the two of them prepared to pounce on the nude redhead, but before they could, she had to pass one more piece of information.

"These new planes also come equipped with the latest in sound muffling technology." A small smirk. "So, you can scream as loud as you want."

24 hours later...

After many months, Queen finally walked up to the door of her apartment, luggage, and companions in tow. She opened the door and was grateful to see that the property management service attended to her place during her absence. She entered and allowed room for Vicky and Carrie to follow with their own luggage. She ran to the bathroom to freshen up. Protocol required that she report immediately to headquarters for a full after-action review.

She apologized to Vicky and Carrie and promised to return as quickly as possible. Vicky didn't mind. After all, the prospects of being alone for however many hours in a cozy apartment with a stunningly beautiful redhead seemed like a great way to pass the time. Images surged through her head about the different ways she, Queen, and Carrie had fucked throughout the flight and she was ready to show this redheaded bitch a thing or two on the ground.

Just as she was ready to pounce onto the beautiful woman and tear off her clothes, Carrie's phone pinged from a text. She read the message and then looked at Vicky with a broad smile.

"That's my friend, who is waiting for me at a cafe not too far away. You should come, you would definitely like her."

There was something about how Carrie said the word, "her" that piqued Vicky's interest. After Queen had left her home, Vicky and Arthur had agreed that maybe they should take some time apart to sow some wild oats. They knew it wasn't a divorce, they loved each other too much for that, but maybe just give each other a chance to be adventurous on their own.

"Don't worry, honey", Vicky assured her husband, "I promise I won't fuck any guys."

Arthur smiled and laughed before he responded, "I promise I won't fuck any guys either."

Vicky laughed too and had no doubt that a string of women were probably knocking on their door. Though, that was a metaphor as another one of their agreements was that he wouldn't bring any strange women home.

For her, she didn't know where to start. She thought about calling her old sexfighting partners, Sally or Darlene, but something in her mind pulled her towards Queen. She knew that the spy's social media information had to be fake but there was no where else for her to begin. After several painstaking weeks of work, she finally got lucky and was able to discover Queen's real name and access her flight details which explained how she managed to find herself on the same flight as the South African beauty.

But fortune smiled on her even more than she thought. After anticipating a long flight with just Queen to fuck, she found herself in an absolutely delicious threesome with Carrie while on a flat bed. Now, the two of them were headed to meet one of Carrie's "friends" and Vicky suspected that the redhead had good taste in companions.

After taking some time to freshen up after the long flight, they both left the apartment and got into a taxi. By unspoken consent, they did not sit close to each other. Whatever sexual chemistry they possessed, they were women in a strange country with different customs, and did not want to draw unwanted attention.

Instead, Vicky's eyes swept over and breathed in the brand new sights of Cape Town. Changing planes in Johannesburg was an easier task than anticipated and now she was on a seaside city that breathed with life. New sights and sounds dotted the landscape as the taxi whizzed through the streets before stopping at a seaside cafe.

The two of them exited the vehicle while Carrie paid and thanked the driver while flawlessly speaking one of the local languages. That astonished Vicky who assumed through the flight attendant's American accent that she only spoke English.

Finally in the relative safety of the crowd, who seemed to be a little more liberal in their mores, the two beauties held hands, gasping when their hot skin reconnected after so many hours apart, and walked towards the fancy cafe by the sea that had colorful umbrellas cover the tables.

As they got closer, Vicky could make out a lone female figure sitting at a table. She was hard to miss. She wore a sunhat that framed covered her jet-black hair and framed a gorgeous face. Despite the dark sunglasses covering the eyes, the nose was perfectly shaped and the lips were ruby red. Her skin was a flawless caramel, almost a carbon copy of Queen's. She wore a simple, white sleeveless blouse that did nothing to hide the monstrous tits that threatened to spill out from the blouse and strained the fabric to such a point that the nipples had little choice but poke through. She wore a long black skirt but her crossed legs let through the long slit and put the long, bare limbs on full display.

Vicky felt her breath getting shorter with each step. This was a woman who was in a rare class that was occupied, as far as Vicky knew, only by herself and Queen.

When they were just a few feet apart, the woman first acknowledged Carrie with a chaste kiss on each cheek. She then took off her glasses to reveal two mesmerizing eyes that studied the newcomer intently.

"Sexfight!", was the word that immediately popped into Vicky's head. The two of them stared hard into each other's eyes which were becoming dilated with lust and desire. Flared nostrils picked up the scent of a woman who threatened their physical and sexual superiority. Both women exchanged a lusty grin as they pictured the fun ways to dominate each other.

After an extended moment, Vicky put out her hand in greeting and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Vicky."

The woman smiled and extended her hand in return. An electric shock fluttered through their bodies when their palms connected and their bare flesh mingled, and they both almost audibly gasped.

"Hi Vicky, it's nice to meet you too", replied the stranger, "I'm Rita."