Personal Challenge: Poker Faces

She knew when she planned this night, Betsy would be the main point of resistance. Bobby was obviously interested in both of them. She'd been around Pietro enough to know when a man was interested in a woman. Or two. She grinned, then sighed, thinking about her poor brother.

Betsy, however, didn't trust Bobby enough to admit she was in love with him, much less admit she loved Wanda. And Bobby had too many failed relationships under his belt, despite his deceptively extroverted ways, to make a move on his own.

She laughed quietly. She was one to talk. Her marriage had ended in divorce, as her brother's had. She was no poster child for functional relationships. But someone had to bring things out into the open. She didn't want this to fail, too. She knew what love was, and she had it for both her partners.

Bobby came along easily, but Betsy was behaving worse than at the beginning of the mission. She just ignored her petulance and continued carefully pouring out the alcohol.

Betsy flopped into a chair and asked gruffly, "You're not going to leave unless I have your damned champagne, right?"

Bobby grinned. Wanda tore her eyes from Betsy's bouncing breasts under her T-shirt (dear God, I didn't think she meant it when she said she sometimes went without a bra at home) and passed her a glass, smiling at her. "No."

Betsy chugged it, then coughed and sputtered. Bobby's eyes went wide. "How'd you do that?" He looked from the glass to Betsy.

Betsy cleared her throat. "This crap was hot! Why didn't you bring an ice bucket or something? Nearly choked."

She laughed. Bobby ostentatiously checked his watch, then began counting. "Five…four…three…"

Betsy glared at both of them. "Right. Bobby. I forgot."

Bobby hit the back of his hand against his forehead. "She's already forgotten me, Wanda! Whatever will I do?"

She smiled and filled Betsy's glass again. "Chill it this time."

Bobby leaned forward and complied, covering the bowl of Betsy's glass with frost, then cheerfully cooled his own and hers. "Anyway. To the mission, and the best partners a woman could ever have!" She raised her glass, toasting them, then sipped her drink. Bobby also took a sip. Betsy downed her full glass again.

"Right. We've had a drink. Now, get out."

Bobby waggled his index finger at her. "Now, now. What have we said about that?"

Before she could lose her nerve, Wanda walked behind Betsy's chair and poured the rest of her champagne down the woman's shirt. Her almond-shaped eyes popped wide open and she gasped. "Oops," Wanda said, trying for innocence.

"Guess you're going to have to take it off now." Bobby's eyes were glued to her chest, nicely outlined now that her shirt was damp.

Betsy blinked, then her eyes narrowed, focussing on Bobby. "If I do, then you two do as well. Share and share alike, you know." Her voice was a little slurred but her eyes gleamed with interest.

Wanda went back to her seat. Bobby eagerly stripped off, muttering about how it was no trouble at all. She paused a moment, admiring him, when Betsy spoke again. "Now you. No funny stuff, Maximoff." She let out a drunken giggle. "Maxim-off. Irony. Delicious."

She raised an eyebrow. She had thought Bets wouldn't be this affected by two glasses, and had kept an extra bottle nearby in her car just in case. But if it was working already, she wouldn't complain. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it carelessly onto Bobby's white undershirt while two pairs of lusty eyes stared at her.

Bobby swallowed. Betsy grinned. "So you wear red underthings, eh?"

She blushed a little. "I am the Scarlet Witch, after all." Her red silky bra was actually the only one left in her drawer that was clean for tonight's dinner, but she didn't want to say that right now. She took another sip of her wine.

Bobby did an unnecessary stretch, showing off his lovely pectorals, and then turned to Betsy. "Your turn."

Betsy grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head, slowly, raising her round breasts higher for the two of them, then threw it onto the floor. Wanda downed the rest of the champagne, blue eyes riveted to Betsy's perky stiff nipples.

"So. What now, space invaders?" Betsy fisted her hands on her hips, challenging her friends.

Bobby threw his champagne onto Wanda's chest. "We're topless. It's your turn." His mischievous brown eyes met hers as she gasped in shock. His champagne had been COLD. No wonder Betsy's breasts were so perky.

Betsy nodded smugly. "All for one and one for all. Mm."

Wanda bowed her head. She wished she'd had more champagne before trying this, but her hands stole around and unfastened her bra. Maybe she had drunk enough. She threw it in the pile they were making, baring her breasts and feeling the cold making her nipples contract. She shivered.

"My turn again." Betsy stood, swaying a little. "What are you really here for, you two? A quick screw?" She walked over between Bobby and Wanda's chairs and put her hands on their shoulders, left hand on Wanda's right and right hand on Bobby's left.

Bobby's eyes nearly popped out. Wanda gulped. "Not talking, eh? Right. Let's find out." Betsy quickly plunged into their minds. Thoughts blended, impossible to tell who was thinking what, but the feelings of lust and love pouring from all three minds were impossible to mistake. Hands reached out to act on those feelings and Wanda came back to herself. Her mouth was on Betsy's, and Betsy's hand was firmly squeezing her right breast as they kissed, warm and exciting, stretched out on the bed as Bobby watched them from above, delighted.

She pulled away from Betsy reluctantly and looked up at him. The other woman considered him a moment, hand on her cheek, and he blushed a little. "Don't mind me. Keep going, I'm fine." His boxers were straining, neatly outlining his erection. The women looked at each other and smiled, then Betsy crooked her index finger. "Come on in, Drake. The water's fine."

Bobby knelt to Wanda's left, quickly pulling off his boxers and revealing a decent sized cock. He gestured and Wanda's breasts frosted over. She breathed out sharply. He lowered his head as Betsy lowered hers, and two warm mouths were caressing her there, tingling, making a wonderful contrast to the cold. She concentrated on her powers for a moment and threw a small hex at Betsy's hips. The small blue bikini panties parted at the sides and fell down her legs.

Betsy's mouth left her breast and she moaned a little in protest. "So we're using our powers, are we? Well, then. Bobby, leave off a bit." Bobby pulled back and Betsy dived back into her mind again. (Well, now, Wanda…what do you say about getting up and stripping off for us? Yeah. Do it. Come on…let us see that pretty ass of yours…)

Wanda protested silently as Betsy kept whispering dirty things into her mind, but she got up and began slowly stripping off her pants, bending over so they both could see her ass as she removed them, then her plain white panties, too. Bobby whistled. "We're going to have to get you some red ones, aren't we?"

"We sure are," Betsy answered as she withdrew from Wanda's mind.

"All right. That does it." Wanda threw a bolt at Bobby, then at Betsy. He turned and winked at Wanda, then laid down on the covers on his back, cock jutting upward. He licked his lips.

Betsy frowned at the woman but knelt near the head of the bed, over Bobby's face, and slowly lowered herself, breathing unevenly as his tongue tasted her. Wanda gently settled between Bobby's legs and sucked his cock into her mouth. Betsy cried out and linked them, letting her lovers know how good it felt, how excited Bobby's lashing tongue was making her. Bobby's shocked delight in having his cock engulfed by a warm sweet tight mouth blended with Betsy's, and their sexual excitement increased as they continued pleasuring each other.