Ex-Wives With Benefits

They signed the papers, laughed about it, then threw a party to mark the split. Trinity and Lara still like each other; the jokes just prove it. Now the room is nearly empty and only two women remain. Trinity catches Lara’s eye, tips her chin toward Danielle, and Lara answers with a slow smile. A minute later Jasmine is leaning into Lara’s side while Danielle trails her fingers up Trinity’s arm. Clothes drop without ceremony. Danielle’s small, firm breasts press against Trinity’s larger ones as they kiss. Lara sinks to her knees, palms full of Jasmine’s round tits, tongue flicking each tight nipple. Trinity spreads her legs on the couch, and Danielle’s hand slides straight between them—two fingers sinking deep, then curling with steady purpose. Trinity’s breath hitches, hips rising to meet every stroke. Lara shifts onto the rug, pulling Jasmine on top of her. Their bodies line up, tits brushing, thighs parting. Lara’s fingers find wet heat and press inside; Jasmine rocks down to take them, moaning into Lara’s mouth. Across the room Trinity grips Danielle’s wrist, urging her faster, the wet sound of each thrust mixing with Jasmine’s low, needy sounds. The four of them move together, unhurried but hungry, making the most of what their marriages never gave them.