James and Tara, though a couple, enjoyed organising match-making dinners for their friends. Around once a month they would put together a small gathering of two potential couples, gather around a table open a bottle of something sparkling and serve whatever fine fare James might make up. Tara was the better cook, but James liked to push the boat out on special occasions, and she was happy to leave him to it in the kitchen. Meanwhile, she was the better sommelier of the two, judiciously picking wines and entertaining the gathering. In truth she also liked flirting confidently with the sometimes awkward foursome, as they stumbled through small talk trying to get to know each other and impress at the same time. She liked leaning over the guys in low cut tops as she filled their glasses, touching the girls familiarly and stretching out her long bare legs on the sofa after clearing the plates. In short, she kept the air of sex permanently on the table, so that the single people had no doubt what the evening was for. It was a rare dinner that at least one guy went home with a girl.

James, though he popped in and out of proceedings, enjoyed the whole process of facilitation as much as she did. He loved seeing the lustful guys looking at his wife, and then her transferring that adroitly to her blushing friends. When everyone had left, they enjoyed comparing notes and imagining the crazy horny sex they had initiated. In turn, that turned them on and they would often fuck furiously on the sofa where their friends had loitered just a few minutes before, speaking with their bodies where their minds were going but their words did not dare to follow. She loved to be eaten out, stretched backwards over the sofa, as if engaged in some primal rite, imagining the hard cocks of the two young men fucking their chosen playmates, but here instead of elsewhere, and the soft naked nubile bodies of the girls wet with anticipation before even being touched.

This evening, things had not gone according to plan. Two people had cancelled during the week, and the second guy had cried off with work commitments barely three hours before. They debated postponing the dinner for the week after, but since they couldn't actually get hold of their last guest, Tamsin, they decided they may as well scale it down to a quiet dinner for three.

Tamsin arrived at half-past six, an hour early. She apologised, explaining she was just back from holiday, and had just taken a taxi straight from the airport to avoid going all the way into town and back out. Tara was actually pleased. James could be left in the kitchen, and took Tamsin out onto the deck still bathed in the warm late afternoon air that was so conducive to a cool glass of Chardonnay. For his part, James was relieved that Tara wouldn't be fussing around the kitchen as she sometimes did, "offering opinions" or "helping". Besides, he liked hearing the girls nattering on the deck and then eventually splashing in the pool.

For his part, James, unusually, was running late, and Tara has already fetched a second bottle, clearly slightly buzzed. He called the girls in eventually, and both came in. Tara was wearing a pool towel, but Tamsin was standing there topless, her full firm breasts dripping with water and her white now see-through panties hiding very little. James gawped in spite of himself making both the girls laugh, before he turned his eyes down and scuttled out the room to find a towel for the almost naked waif.

Dinner followed, but James couldn't follow dinner. In part, this was because the two girls had gone from lightly buzzed to generously tipsy, but more particularly because he was distracted by thinking about Tamsin's fit and firm but curvy body. As the evening wore on the two girls became more tactile though, finding reasons to touch each other, hug each other or stroke each others hands.

James was excited but confused at the prospect of what might happen and how he felt about it, and whether he would give permission or not. In the end though, it really wasn't down to him. Tara was standing behind Tamsin's chair, with one arm around here. Then she kissed Tamsins head, making Tamsin turn towards her smiling. Tara kissed the same place again, but this time found Tamsin's soft wet mouth there. Tara had surprised herself. She had never thought about kissing girls, but in this case at this moment she could think of nothing else. Except wanting to drop her towel, and feeling Tamsin's naked body pressed against hers.

Tamsin rose from her chair dropping her towel as she did so, excited about Taras tongue in her mouth. She could tell Tara had never kissed another woman and that excited her, as did the idea of seeing how far she could go in front of James, who stood awkwardly on the other side of the table. She slid her hand to Taras panties, and was pleased to hear her groan "oh my god yes". So she reached inside and slid a finger between her wet pussy lips. Tara widened her stance more, accepting Tamsin's finger thrusts, but could feel her head spinning and her legs wobble.

She took a step back, and half lay or half fell onto the sofa. Tamsin followed her down, but found her face at the height of Tara's glistening vagina. This time she didn't need to think as Tara pressed Tamsins face between her legs, and she started to lick and nibble. Tara could feel the soft smooth cheeks of her friend on her thighs, and half felt half imagined a delicate pink tongue thrusting into her, softer and harder, until she let herself go, flooding her friends mouth with female juices. Nor did her friend stop, casually licking her towards another orgasm.

Now though she was partially sated and needed maleness. She beckoned James over, and started undressing him, hurriedly, needing to see and touch his cock. She wanted Tasmin to know she could be fucked by a man too whenever she wanted to. James sprang forth, and she gobbled his cock into her mouth, but this didn't distract from the urgent mouth on her pussy lips and the demanding tongue in her vagina. She came again, feeling like a man exploding large gobs of cum. She still wanted to see James cum though, excited by the evening and their guest, so she asked him to fuck Tasmin. Neither reacted at first, so she said more clearly "fuck her".

Tasmin had destroyed her pussy turning it into a horny monster of her own. Now Tara wanted revenge, and when James slid his cock in firmly, Tasmin gasped and Tara laughed. Tasmin struggled slightly, but Tara gripped her with her legs, not letting her move her face from her pussy. Tara could feel every thrust of James, and through her flushed cheeks could see thhe approaching orgasm. Tasmin was now no longer in control, but was loving the firm cock, and the pussy combination. She had herself only been with women the last couple of years, so feeling her vagina moistened with precum pushed her over the edge. She hoped that James would cum in her, and sure enough he did a moment later. She collapsed on Tara's soft spent body into her embrace.

They lay like that a while, mistresses of each other and the cock that served them. Then Tara told James to get a sponge and clean their pussies. He did as he was told, making Tamsin horny again. So Tara told James to lick her until she was exhausted. Tasmin came twice over the next hour, and then the girls fell asleep naked in each others arms.