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[Part 1](https://steemit.com/story/@honeyscribe/let-me-tell-you-a-story-the-yearning-part-1)
[Part 2](https://steemit.com/fiction/@honeyscribe/the-yearning-part-2-nsfw)
[Part 3](https://steemit.com/fiction/@honeyscribe/the-yearning-part-3)

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Jacob and Athena had invited her to join them many times. Just as Jacob got off hearing Stacy's fantasies of sexual exploit, Athena drew pleasure from being watched, watching or experiencing multiple partners. Jacob and Athena made plenty of noise. She knew they arranged their trysts around the time Stacy would arrive home. Stacy had every opportunity to open that door, but she felt reticent to walk into someone else's sex scene.

But it had been two weeks. She hadn't seen Mark at the cafe and was assuming the worst. He was put off by her. She was sure of it. This certainty fed into her fantasies, resulting in several episodes of sexual frustration. She felt undesirable and pent up. She'd even had the occasional thought that it wasn't fair Jacob was so well fed sexually. She did enjoy masturbating to the sounds of Jacob and Athena pounding the wall, but she was feeling alone. Lonely. 

So when she arrived home on Thursday, instead of rubbing her clit while she lay on the couch, she pushed the door open a crack to watch Jacob and Athena in action. Seeing their sex was so much different than imagining. She wondered what it looked like when Jacob was inside her. She couldn't believe how long he was. Or how sexy Athena looked as he entered her, her breasts arrowing toward the bed, bouncing forward with each slap of skin on skin. 

***

Stacy had left her pants in the living room. She slipped one hand up to squeeze her breast and pull at a nipple as she watched her husband slap his dick into Athena's pussy. 

They were facing away from her, which was a shame, Stacy thought. She wanted to be seen. So she stepped fully into the room, dropped her panties on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Jacob's rhythm slowed and Athena looked up. Her hand shot out toward Stacy, like she would grab her, but she stopped just before contact. "Can I touch you?" she asked. 

Stacy glanced at the expression on Jacob's face, consenting when she saw how much he clearly wanted her to join. Stacy slipped closer to Athena. She'd certainly fantasized about sex with a woman, but this was her first non-drunken college experience and Jacob was here, making it very different than the times she'd imagined having a woman to herself to explore. It felt safer, in a way, although Stacy wasn't certain how to begin. Athena, however, knew exactly what she wanted. She moved away from Jacob, leaving his wet erection exposed. Stacy saw him wrap his hand around it and begin stroking. "Let's warm you up," Athena said. And Jacob, knowing exactly how Stacy liked to be touched, ran his free thumb over her labia and slowly pushed a finger inside her. 

"She's already pretty warm," he grinned. 

"Mmm," came from Athena. She tugged off Stacy's shirt, popped the front clasp of her bra and pressed her breasts against Stacy while pushing the fabric from her body. Stacy felt unusually shy when Athena brushed a kiss over her lips, but found herself moaning as Athena nipped her earlobes and worked a trail of wet kisses down her neck to her hard nipples. Athena ran her tongue over Stacy's nipples, causing Stacy to arch her back and pant. Stacy squeezed Athena's breasts, moving her hands frantically over the woman's stomach to her wet pussy, slipping a finger inside. Athena purred. Jacob kept a steady rhythm inside Stacy with two fingers, his tongue dipping between her labia to massage her clit. 

It was overwhelming. Stacy thought to take control, but she lost it as soon as the thought arrived, her hips banking into Jacob's face as she came. 

Athena laughed. "More?" she asked.

"No," Stacy said. She felt more than satisfied. "But at least I can return the favor." She turned Athena on her back adn moved to her hands and knees, sucking Athena's nipples and shifting down between her thighs. She used her hands and tongue to massage Athena in the ways her own body favored. Jacob watched groaning before sliding into Stacy from behind. He knew this was one of her fantasies. They had built it together often enough. He kept his rhythm light, growing stronger as Athena twisted and moaned, her hips working with Stacy's mouth. Stacy felt like a goddess when the pair came together, her between them. 

***

She wasn't sure how she'd thought it would be. Maybe that the moisture would be more contained and less . . . everywhere. Or that the smell of a woman's vagina would fade quicker, even if it was a pleasant smell. Maybe that it would last longer. All told, Stacy hadn't joined the adventure for more than 10 minutes. She was certain she didn't think she'd enjoy it that much. And it did assuage some of her desire for and sadness about the vanished Mark. 

"Let's do this again," Athena said when Stacy gathered up her clothes. 

Stacy smiled. "We will."