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I sleep on my side, not so well on my back, so it was natural that I was turned towards Rita or Claire the entire night. Rita had climbed into bed on my left, my wife Claire on my right, and they had stayed there all evening, sexy naked bookends for me. There was plenty of room for us, and I woke several times during the night to one or the other snuggling up against me, bare breasts and naked thighs pressed up against my body. Sometimes it was both of them, and I traded kisses with the one I faced at the moment, but things went no further, since I was, let’s admit it, tired, and neither pressed the issue.

Suddenly, I was wide awake. Looking over Rita’s bare shoulder, I saw it was after three-thirty, and I was sure I’d heard something. A quick check of both sides of the bed confirmed they were still slumbering very deeply. We had no covers over us, and I gently slid down to the foot of the bed, over the bench at the end, setting my feet on the floor. Whatever I’d sensed had awakened me all the way down to my cock, which was fully erect. I didn’t bother with my boxers; if I was right about what woke me up, they would just be in the way.

Stepping out of the bedroom after making sure I’d disturbed neither of my luscious bedmates, I crept down the hall and step by step up the carpeted steps up to the bedrooms on the second floor, my rigid hard-on leading the way like the majestic prow of a Viking drakkar. One door was slightly ajar, and a bedside lamp cast a yellow cone of light into the shadowed hall. This was the same room Rita had fucked Bill in before trading places with Claire, where Bill had eaten Claire’s pussy early Friday morning, , and the one Claire had cleaned yesterday morning listening to me pound Rita’s pussy. It seemed like a lucky bed for all of us.

I stopped at the door and peered in to see Bill reading in bed, wearing only black reading glasses, a magazine held in one hand, his thick member in the other. He sipped air between pursed lips as he masturbated, and the bed squeaked with the rhythm of his jacking off. I was glad he hadn’t had enough yet. Instead of bursting in, I tapped lightly on the door, twice, eager not to wake the women downstairs.

He looked up. “Come.”

I widened the gap slightly and slipped inside. “That’s the idea, Bill.” He looked appreciatively at me and licked his lips, coveting my body, and he started stroking faster. I walked over to the bed, and stood beside it. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He took off his glasses and set them on the table, next to the magazine, leering at me, his eyes scrutinizing the erection I was sporting. The magazine pictures were lurid, colorful, sexy; the clearest one was a man on his knees in front of a standing man he was deep-throating, while a woman licked at and between his buttocks. Bill didn’t look guilty, but I hadn’t expected him to. “I couldn’t sleep either… I assume Rita and Claire…?”

“Fast asleep.” My breathing was deeper now, and I saw his cock twitch with every stroke. “You said something in the hot tub last night…”

He knew what I was referring to, and his breath caught in his throat as he answered. “I did, but the girls aren’t here watching.”

“They weren’t watching the first time you sucked my cock and came in my ass, either.” I sat on his bed, let my hand wander over his torso, down to his thick cock. I took over from him, gently stroking his manhood, and leaned in to him, kissing him deeply and longingly. I wanted him, and he knew it. “So far, we’re pretty even on blowjobs, but you’re up two in the butt-fucking category. I want to narrow that lead.” It wasn’t exactly romantic, but I wanted to return the favor he’d given me twice, and I was very ready to plunge into him. Let me fuck you, I almost blurted out, but his eyes showed his understanding.

Bill kicked the covers off his legs and turned so his face was near my crotch. Before I could say anything, he opened his mouth and took me on his tongue, a soft wet carpet of velvet, and he trailed it along the underside of my rigid cock. I gasped, fighting the urge to take the shortcut of wildly fucking his mouth and shooting my load deep into his face, knowing he would swallow every drop that he didn’t share with me.

“No…” Bill grinned around my cock, and leaned forward, taking me all the way in. “Fuck, Bill, I want to…” His lips retreated and I felt myself slide out from between them.

“I know, but it was right there, ready to be sucked. You know I like to give as well as receive…” He plucked a lubricated condom off the nightstand and handed it to me. “I guess it’s my turn to receive, right? I know you want that cock somewhere else.” He lay back, casually glancing at my erection. “How do you want me?”

“Naked.” I was panting now, almost wishing he’d kept sucking on me.

“Good… On my back or all fours?”

I thought about it for the moment. “On your back. I think I want to watch your cock while I pound your ass.”

Bill stretched, and his cock quivered with the motion. “I have to be in the shower at four, so you may have to fuck me fast. Fast and hard so you can cum.”

The condom, slick and lubricated, slipped easily over my cock. The sensation elicited a thrill, and I saw my erection jump a little, ready for action. Bill lifted his knees to his chest, and spread his ass, making sure my entry would be easy. Breathlessly, he whispered, aware of the sleeping beauties in the bed downstairs, wanting this to be just our time. “Fuck me like a woman…”

I kneeled on the mattress and positioned myself, pointing myself between his buttocks, and pushed my erection slowly into his anus, penetrating another man for the first time ever. It was taut and gripped me like the first pussy I’d ever had, years ago in high school, some brunette cheerleader who’d shared my bed for a few nights before leaving for college. Pushing that thought away, I leaned into Bill, and slid all the way in. His groan through tight lips came as more of a deep, barely restrained grunt. “Keep going.” Another furtive whisper, and I didn’t wait any longer.

Rocking my hips, I start fucking Bill’s ass. His dick was steel-hard, pointing like a fleshy arrow at his navel, almost reaching the little depression there. With every thrust, it stretched momentarily further, thick and hard, and I knew he would cum, I would make him cum, before we were finished. His hands held the back of his knees, pinning his legs up in the air. I loved when Claire did that, and seeing him do the same thing, letting he fuck him with his legs up, made me want to finish inside him even more.

“Fuck, Bill… That is so fucking sexy…,” I hissed. Right now, I wanted to hold on, fuck him all morning and cum at noon, filling his ass in the middle of the day while the girls came upstairs and found us, settling naked onto the floor or bed to watch and maybe join in. That marathon fucking session was out of the question—this time—and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. From his gritted teeth and visible effort, he wouldn’t either.

I reached down to his cock and started stroking it, feeling it thick and massive between my palm and fingertips. Stroking it in time to my thrusts, I felt inspired to use my thumb on the swollen glans, tracing a delicate spiral around it while I masturbated him and drove inside his toned and tight asshole. He started to grunt with each thrust, and a pearly drop of pre-cum oozed out of the hole at the tip, a slippery white drop that clung to the pad of my thumb. I spread the slick fluid over his cock’s head, and he moaned quietly.

“I’m going to cum, Bill…” Now I started pounding his ass properly, and our moans rose in the room, my groin slapping his buttocks with increasing urgency and strength.

“Fill my ass up, cum inside me…” His voice was tight with the effort of keeping his voice low, and I wondered if he could keep himself from a loud orgasmic shout. Hell, I wondered if I could do the same. At the same time, I jacked him off furiously, intent on timing our orgasms to happen together, or at least overlap.

“I…” My whole body shook, and I pushed all the way inside Bill, thrusting myself as far as I could inside him, shooting hot cum into the condom, but feeling his whole body tense, his anus squeezing my hard-on in a snug, firm grip, and the pulsing of my semen boiling out drove a louder moan out of my lungs, joined by his ejaculation and gasps of ecstasy. The thick, slippery fluid spilled out onto my hand and onto his belly, coating both in hot and white stickiness. Automatically, I lifted my fingers to my mouth, and, cock still deep inside him, licked my hand clean, swallowing every drop.

I realized Bill was watching. “Jesus…,” he whispered. Through slowing sighs, he whispered, “You really like bi action…”

“I guess I really do.” Pulling out of him, I crossed the darkened hall to flush the condom, and turned to see Bill enter the bathroom with me, cock slightly wilted, a lustful, satisfied grin on his lips. “You finished just in time, man. Join me in the shower?” The door was open, and I thought I saw a shadow move out of the corner of my eye, but knew I hadn’t. We’d been quiet, all things considered.

It was tempting, but first I had to know. “How many guys have you fucked?”

He stepped up and kissed me slowly, mouth open, arms around me, before answering. “Only a few. Two with Claire, another guy a couple of years later, and three or four right after my divorce, then you.” I wanted to ask about blowjobs, but I would find out later, I was sure. He grinned disarmingly. “I still love pussy, but I also love sucking cock, thanks to Claire.”

“I’ll thank her for both of us later. You’re my first. Can’t wait for you to visit us again.” I returned his embrace and kisses, my hands all over his ass, pulling him into me while our hands explored our naked skin.

“You’re really fucking good. Next time the girls get to watch, though. Okay?”

“Definitely.” I let myself out of his arms. “Go ahead and shower, Bill. I should head back down, don’t want the girls to wake up and wonder what we’re up to…”

He chuckled. “Alright. Thanks for helping me wake up. I suppose I’ll sleep on the plane.” With that, he turned the water on, and I headed out, closing the door behind me.

I descended the stairs lightly, one at a time and rounded the corner to the hallway, going back to the master bedroom, and almost collided with Rita, who stood in the middle of the hall, deliciously naked. Without a word, she came to me and let me sniff her fingers and taste the pussy juices on them, before kissing me with her whole body. “You fucked him…” Those three words were so filled with longing and horniness I wished I could take her right there in the hall.

There was no point denying it. “Of course, wanted to do him all weekend.”

“I know. I heard you get out of bed so carefully, and knew where you were headed. I think I woke up at the same time, and was thinking of going up there and fucking him awake, but you beat me to it. So glad I got to watch you, baby. I almost joined in, but you were already starting, so I squatted in the hall and played with myself. Should have grabbed a towel; I’m afraid I got your carpet a little damp when I squirted.” Rita pulled herself into me. “That was so sexy, watching you fuck him! I know I saw you two out on the deck earlier, right there in the open, but I felt so wicked hiding and watching you fuck…” She sighed.

I kissed her now, a lustful joining of our lips, tongues wrestling in our mouths. Her nipples were stiff with passion, and her silky skin the perfect aphrodisiac. I almost forgot what had gotten her so hot, and was momentarily disappointed when my cock continued to languish quietly, pointing the wrong direction for what I wanted to do. “I’m sorry, Rita…”

She murmured, “What for?,” between breathless kisses.

“I can’t again…so soon.”

“I know… Just keep making out with me.” So we did for a long time, just enjoying being skin to skin, naked in the hall and petting and kissing and holding each other. My wife was just down the hall, and it didn’t feel like cheating. I’d just butt-fucked her old boyfriend, and was making out with her old girlfriend, and she’d had taken advantage of every opportunity with each of us, all weekend.

We froze at the sound of Bill closing the bedroom door upstairs, suddenly, oddly, feeling like we were about to get caught. Both our hearts skipped a beat at the delicious, naughty feeling, and the danger of being caught, and we scampered quietly down the hall into the bedroom. Rita kissed me again, and led me to the master bath. In the glow of the nightlight, door closed, she grabbed a washcloth, wetted and soaped it up, and cleaned all traces of Bill and cum away. Then she handed me the cloth, and I gently laved away the sticky vaginal juices at her crotch and thighs.

Finished, I rinsed and wrung out the washcloth, leaving it on the rim of the sink to dry. Rita kissed me again, this time tenderly, and we went back to the bed. I resumed my place in the middle, and she snuggled in close to me, one arm around my midriff. “I so love you.”

I loved Claire for bringing her here, and whispered back, “And I love you, Rita.” Then we fell asleep.


The blinds were still open from the day before, whether through omission or an exhibitionist impulse from one or both women, and the ruddy hints of sunrise peered over the horizon and entered our room. I was turned to my left, almost on the edge of the bed now, where Rita had been just hours earlier. I reached behind me, still mostly asleep, and felt supple, smooth female skin inches away.

Then I heard the sighs, soft, stealthy and very erotic. I debated trying to sneak a peek, then said to myself fuck it and turned over to watch.

Yesterday, I’d had the pleasure of watching my wife perform artful pussy eating on Rita, an old friend and lover. It had been years since they’d had the opportunity to meet, to have Claire deliver one of her incredible oral performances. I knew first-hand how loving and sexy the touch of her lips on my cock and balls felt, how she loved to get me to cum, savoring and swallowing every bit of it. Rita had thoroughly enjoyed Claire’s tender ministrations, answering them with squirts of sweet, hot pussy juices, trickling and gushing down my wife’s throat and all over her body. It had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

Until this.

Rita’s back was to me, her feet near the headboard, lying on her side, her pale tanlines displayed to me, the muscles beneath working, tensing and relaxing. Her legs were spread, and a pair of hands were around her hips and waist. My wife was on the other side facing her, her face in the auburn bush of our guest. Her legs were also spread, and Rita had her face buried in my wife’s blonde pussy. Both were licking quietly, diligently. I heard their tongues and lips meeting each other’s wet labia, moist loving sounds slightly out of rhythm, and saw their hips clench and rock subtly in response to the cunnilingus they were sharing.

It occurred to me they might have been quiet in order to let me sleep if I wanted. If they’d meant to be truly private, they would have been doing this on the floor or in an upstairs bedroom, but not on the same bed I was on. I decided to enjoy the show.

My musings were cut short by a sudden tensing of Rita’s buttocks and back, and I saw her pull her face away from Claire, revealing the dewy moisture on her blonde bush, restraining her throaty moan with a Herculean effort. She came, and I heard a splash of juices onto the sheets, into Claire’s waiting mouth, where they were lovingly, rapidly lapped up. At this moment, there were few things sexier than the sounds of cunnilingus. Claire’s hand came to rest on the back of Rita’s head, lovingly guiding her back to her pussy, where Rita, winded and softly gasping after her climax, resumed running her tongue over Claire’s glistening twat.

I shifted slightly, eager not to disturb them, and felt my cock slide luxuriously on the sheets they were fucking on. It was hard, and the sensation nearly drove a gasp from me, but I held back, wanting to watch them longer without interrupting. Almost against my will, my left hand snuck over my hip and began a slow stroking, promising myself I would stop when they finished, and not really believing it.

Claire gasped, little more than a breath in the room. Rita’s face was running over her blonde bush, and the wet licking was more prominent. I saw Claire’s grip around her tighten, and it was clear she wasn’t spending any effort for the moment on licking Rita’s pussy. “Uunnnhhh…” This was the first vocal sound I’d heard since waking up, a soft, covetous groan as my wife neared her own climax.

The licking was louder, more strenuous and distinct, and still Rita made almost no noise beyond the licking of the drenched cunt against her mouth and lips and tongue. Now my wife’s hands were kneading Rita’s buttocks, gripping them, squeezing in time to the redhead’s increasing speed and fervor, and her moans joined Claire’s, now loud enough that it might have awakened me, but they seemed blissfully unaware of their rising volume.

“Oh, fuck, baby…” The words escaped Claire’s throat, smoky with lust, and it was her turn to arch her back while her orgasm raced to overtake her. She moved her head forward and kissed Rita’s sopping wet pussy, then opened her eyes. Seeing me watching, she locked gazes with me, and her tongue extended to gently play with the other woman’s clitoris, buried in her forest of red pubic hair, regarding me as another moan escaped her mouth, this time louder. At the same time, her arms gripped Rita’s midriff tightly, pulling her crotch closer.

I moved towards them, until my cock, almost thrumming with desire, came to rest in the middle of the redhead’s back, and she cooed at the contact. At the same moment, Claire’s orgasm hit, and her face pulled back, her eyes closing as it washed over her, her hips humping Rita’s mouth, which hungrily continued to drive more of her orgasm out of her. Overcome by passion myself, I started kissing along Rita’s buttocks, and reached one hand to Claire’s ass, grabbing and squeezing it as another, louder moan leapt forth from her mouth.

My dick was rubbing itself between Rita’s shoulder blades. “Don’t cum yet, baby…” Her voice was soft as silk, undeniable in its intention, and with an effort of will I moved my hips back just far enough to keep from humping and shooting cum all over her bare back. “Good boy.” The murmur carried gratitude and the implication of a reward if I could keep control.

Rita disentangled herself from my wife, and rolled over me, her beautiful ass and pussy passing over my face too quickly for me to do anything but see. She repositioned herself so her face, still wet and musky from eating Claire’s pussy, next to mine, while Claire moved in closer, putting her head on my shoulder. Her face, too, smelled of cunnilingus and Rita’s generous spray. She leaned in and kissed me, and we opened our mouths, sharing her friend’s juices, while Rita started to stroke my quivering cock.

Rita scooted down the bed a little, and I felt her mouth take me inside, but only for a moment. “Cee, maybe we should take turns sucking him off.”

Claire released me from her kiss, grinning, and said while still holding my gaze, “Do you think my husband would like two hot women sharing him?”

Not quite believing this was happening, I managed only, “He would…”

It was Claire’s turn to scoot down the bed. Both decidedly feminine pairs of feet dangled over the foot of our bed; I noticed, but that wasn’t what I watched. Claire and Rita took turns licking the length of my erection, from balls to head, each one going up and down twice before letting the other do the same. I wanted to cum so badly, but didn’t want to abbreviate my joy at having the two of them have their way, and mine, with me.

They didn’t speak, and I suspected they had done this before, maybe with Bill, maybe with other men, or women. Their coordination was flawless, and I imagined watching them doing this with Bill, each of them switching positions automatically after hours of practice, maybe, after the inevitable climax they would grant him, maybe even sharing his cum together, or all three of them, their tongues and lips gooey with the white fluid…

After several minutes of trading off, neither one looking at me but with their silent attention on each other, they changed what they were doing. Rita took me into her mouth, slowly, agonizingly taking me in about halfway before pulling her head back. Claire moved a little further down, and took my balls into her mouth, almost soothingly sucking and tonguing them as Rita sucked on me.

My hands started cramping painfully, and I realized I held the sheets in a death-grip while my two girls tormented me with my first double blowjob. I hoped fervently it wouldn’t be the last. Willing my hands to unclench, I caressed the top of Rita’s head with the left one, feeling her soft auburn hair under my fingertips as she granted me another incredible sucking of my shaft. Claire was too far down for me to reach, still gently kissing and sucking my balls, building me to an orgasmic frenzy in time with Rita’s practiced mouthwork.

“Oh God, girls… Fuck… I’m about to cum…” Claire moved her mouth onto my shaft, and the two of them played my cock like a harmonica, running their open mouths on each side of my erection, one at my sac and the other at my head, sliding back and forth, their lips brushing against each other as they moved up and down my quivering shaft. It was incredible, and they had me so close.

My cock started to pulse, a spasm that presaged my orgasm. “Ohhhhh…” That was as coherent as I could be for the moment, but it was enough. My eyes were closed, my back arched in anticipation and I felt both of their mouths on my glans, kissing and licking it, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. The first spurt of cum shot onto my stomach, and they took turns catching each of the next spurts, and I heard contented coos and sighs from them, and felt a single velvety tongue trail down from my navel to the tip of my still shaking hard-on, then slide me into her mouth, taking the last dribbles of my semen as her prize and due.

I opened my eyes, and saw Claire and Rita sharing my cum in an open-mouthed kiss, thick, gluey strands of cum dripping out of their mouths onto my cock. They slid up towards my mouth, and stopped at my chest, tantalizingly close, letting me watch them share my load. If that hadn’t already been my jism, the sight by itself would have made me cum hard. They finished it off, cleaning what had escaped their mouths, swallowing the last of it and settling in on either side of me.

We held each other for a while in the afterglow of our mutual orgasms. Once we had caught our collective breath, we still lay there, enjoying the company. Still, I had to know. “So, you guys did this with Bill sometime, I assume…”

“Twice…” Claire looked wistful, as she replayed the memory, clearly happy she and Rita had finally had a chance to do the same with me. “Long weekend years ago…”

“There was one other time,” Rita chimed in, still cradling my happily exhausted cock in her left hand and kissing me on the cheek.

Claire giggled. “Oh, yeah! What was his name? Henry?”

“Marty.” Rita wriggled, evidently reliving some part of the event in her mind. “The one with the twelve-inch dick, fucked us both all night.”

My wife chuckled, and it felt a little surreal, being bedded by two gorgeous women who chatted between themselves about past conquests, ignoring me completely and literally talking over me, or at least over my chest. “Yeah, but he couldn’t eat pussy for shit. Five minutes at a time, and then he had to be inside one of us.”

“He sure loved watching us eat pussy, though, and that long pole of his felt great inside…”

“Sure did… Rita, I forget… Was Marty your idea or mine?”

“Mutual decision. We both latched onto him at the party.” I was immediately sorry I hadn’t been at that party with them instead.

Claire looked at me again, still talking to Rita. “My husband is much better at cunnilingus.” She kissed me and snuggled in.

“Agreed.” Rita did the same thing. “He really deserves everything we’re going to do with him. You’re such a lucky girl.” Then, to me. “You had some idea how wild your lady love’s sexual conquests were in college. Do you find that hot?”

“Very.” I’d always known, but being literally in the middle of it was another level entirely.

“Knowing that she and I had our first threesome with Bill?”

“And your first foursome, I think, with both of us.”

Claire spoke up. “Yes, our first foursome, definitely. Loved sharing you with them!”

“So, do you care to fill me in on the rest of the day’s festivities?” Rita cocked an eyebrow at me, and a look of mischief came over her face. Claire looked back at her, but neither said anything for now.

They shepherded me into the shower, where all three of us happily soaped and rinsed each other off, but didn’t indulge in further sexual antics for the moment beyond kissing and light petting. The clean, thick towels were wonderful, and we spent several minutes drying each other, then walked naked to the living room. Mount Rainier’s outlines were sharp against the sky. Air that clear meant only one thing; it was going to be cold all day. My initial thoughts of the three of us leisurely laying out, and laying, on the deck was probably not going to happen.

“Hot tub, ladies?”

Claire gave me a look. “Food first. You, young man, need your strength to keep up with us. Don’t think we’ll need clothes all day, though, so the hot tub is a definite possibility. Later.”

Eggs, fruit and coffee filled our tummies while we chatted around the clear glass table. More than once both of them caught me eyeing one, then the other, appreciatively, and they returned my attention, and looked at each other. Claire, with her golden-brown hair and bush, and petite Rita, with glorious red mane and matching carpet, as they say, were very, very easy on the eyes. Both giggled when my dick stirred while we ate, and I found myself imagining what they had in mind for me.

It was almost eleven when we finished eating. We three cleared the table and washed the dishes, and some of the soap suds made it onto our bodies, with Rita sporting a sudsy bikini that really covered nothing, and Claire responded by rinsing the suds off her, and drying her nipples with her own tongue.

Our clean-up done, we went into the living room. Claire had already laid a pair of thick, thirsty towels on the loveseat, and motioned for me to sit in the middle. It was clear that the last thing she wanted us to have was a lot of space between us, and we all had a great view of the valley and the mountain. Once I was seated, she and Rita sat on my knees, my thighs actually, their arms around me and each other.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” said Claire matter-of-factly, as if she were assigning chores to all of us. “I loved watching Rita edge you on Thursday, the two of you making out without going all the way to fucking…’til later.

“The three of us are going to make out together. Hands, and mouths, completely off pussies and dicks. Tits are fair game, of course, but everything stays above the waist.” She leered at me. “You going to be able to do that without putting your cock in one or both of us?” She clearly relished the thought of me holding back, and me not holding back.

I countered with, “Will you two be able to keep from sixty-nining again?” This sounded like a very fun game, and I saw Rita’s eyes twinkled with the same eagerness I was sure mine had also.

Claire kissed me, a long, lingering touching of our lips, before she parted hers to flick her tongue against mine, then pulled away. “For now…” Both of them wore impish grins, and leaned in for open-mouthed kisses with each other, an inch from my face, their hot breath making the immediate air . At the same time, they put one arm each around me and drew themselves to my chest, and their breasts rubbed against each other and me.

Vigilant about keeping my arms above their waists, I stroked their backs and sides, watching the two of them, eyes blissfully closed, French kissing in front of, on top of, me. Rita was first to break contact, and she turned, eyes still closed, and started kissing me. I saw Claire lower her mouth to Rita’s breasts and begin to suck lightly on her nipples, which stiffened in response. Then I closed my eyes and lost myself in Rita’s kisses, until Claire took her place, and it was Rita’s turn to tongue my wife’s nipples.

Our hands and mouths wandered all over, studiously staying on the upper portion of our bodies, and we worked ourselves up within to rising moans and panting at any touch of our fingers or grazing of lips. My thoughts wandered a little, and I realized blindfolds might be fun if we did this again, or sitting together in a pitch black room, unable to use any sight at all. Relying only on touch and sound and taste and smell while enjoying either or both of them would be literally very sensual.

I was hard again, and their pussies trailed moisture across my legs when they moved, marking my skin with their loving scent. Rita spread her legs, turning and straddling my right leg, then she slowly dragged her gash and fiery red bush along my skin. My dick ached for her.

“Hey.” It was Claire. “No touching below the waist…” She didn’t sound like she was objecting so much as sorry she hadn’t thought of it first. Sure enough, she soon pivoted on my left thigh, straddling it, and rubbed her slippery blonde pussy on my skin. They started rocking in unison, humping my legs, bracing themselves against my body, softly panting with rapidly intensifying passion. I opened my eyes a little, and saw theirs were closed, enjoying the sensation of my skin against their warm, wet slits, two horny and sexy women ready to cum.

I kissed Claire first, and she threw her arms around me, kissing back with horny abandon. Her gentle humping motion became more and more pronounced, her pussy pressing down harder with strokes both shorter and more powerful. Her knees spread further, and the wetness was heavier now as she started to rock almost desperately. I felt her body tense, breasts rubbing against the hairs on my chest, and she moaned an orgasm into my mouth. Droplets of her juices ran on either side of my thigh, and she trembled with each moan.

Moments later, Rita seized my face, turning it to hers, and drove her tongue longingly into my mouth, rubbing her snatch on me, frantically in time to her tongue probing mine. Both arms came around me, clutching me tight to her as she fucked my leg, but not by any means a dry hump. I grabbed her ass with my right hand, adding my motion to hers, and she redoubled her frenzied humping, then let her face fall to my shoulder when she came. Her waters gushed out onto my leg, a lustful rainstorm, and she shouted her orgasm to the room, then collapsed into me, chest heaving.

“You cheated.” Eyes open, delight shining in them, Claire wasn’t chiding me, and sounded amused. “No hands below the waist, baby.”

“What’s my punishment?” I felt rather puckish, enjoying two women humping me to soft, wet orgasms.

“No punishment, baby. Let’s rest for a bit.”

“I didn’t cum yet…” Just pointing it out, not complaining a bit, of course.

She smiled wickedly. “Then that’s your punishment, but only for a few minutes.” She got off my leg, and stretched sinuously, her pussy inches from my face. I leaned forward, wanting to tongue her right there, and she stepped back with a giggle. “You’re on time out, sweetheart!” She stepped back and headed to the kitchen, and I heard the refrigerator open.

Rita lifted her head from my shoulder and kissed me deeply. “Claire is a very lucky girl,” she said for the second time today.

“How do you mean?”

“You’re a fucking excellent lover, you love to experiment, and willing to share her with…old friends who turn up for surprise sleepovers. I also love that she’s willing to share, too…”

Claire came back with three chilled bottles of water and distributed them, finally sitting cross-legged on the floor, cracking the seal on hers and guzzling down half of it immediately. I teasingly touched mine to Rita’s spine and trailed it up her back for a moment, feeling her legs tighten in surprise at the cold plastic against her skin. “Fucker!,” she murmured playfully, swatting it away and getting off my thigh before settling down next to my wife on the carpet, also cross-legged.

We drained our waters, and I stood, my cock right in front of Claire’s face, echoing her flirty play a little bit ago, and she leaned in, lips parted and her tongue flicking between them, then pulled back with a chuckle. “Still on time out…,” and handed me her bottle to take to the trashcan in the kitchen. Rita handed me hers, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my hard-on.

“I’m ready to have you off time out, but it’s Claire’s rules…” She didn’t look at all penitent, and I crushed all three bottles and took them into the kitchen, discarding them before returning to find them lying on the floor, both of my naked beauties facing each other and whispering.

“You’re going to punish me with having to watch more lesbian licking?,” I hazarded.

Claire looked at me with an impudent expression, filled with potential. “No, I think you’re off time out now.” She patted the patch of carpet between them. “Sit. I’ll explain what we have in mind.”

I sat.

“It’s something new for all of us, and I think you’ll really like it.” She sat up and leaned in to me, while Rita lay on her side, propping her head on an elbow, leering at us.

“How do you know I haven’t done it before?” I was sure she was right, or would have been before the past few days, but I was feeling very playful.

“Because it requires three, and you haven’t been in a threesome before, so you couldn’t have done it yet.” This was Rita, and Claire nodded primly, hands folded in her lap, the gesture contradicted by the fact we were all naked. “The one thing we both want is you. Our nefarious plan is to fuck you hard all day, but I think you’ve already sussed that out.” I just stared, but not in surprise. I felt a deep gratitude and love for my wife and for whatever she was going to propose. “Since Bill’s not here, we talked about what to do the rest of the afternoon.”

I chuckled ruefully. “Seems like Bill’s flights get in the way of his sex life.”

Rita sat up and leaned into me, and ran her tongue around my ear, Claire’s signature move, one of many. I wondered again who had taught whom that trick, and others. “We talked over some ideas, and Claire wants to suggest something.”

It was Rita’s turn. “I don’t have to leave until after dinner. Only a four-hour drive home, and I would just love to leave on a high note. Just the both of us and you. You’ve been a great host, and I, for one, would like to acknowledge that with something...noteworthy.” It came out so sweetly that I was instantly in favor of it.

Claire went to the kitchen, and I heard a drawer open and close. She returned with three sets of dice, the same ones from Thursday night. Sitting back down, she said, “We’ll decide based on who gets the highest roll.”

I felt a little left behind. “Decide what?”

“You’ll see…” With that, she doled out the dice again, and we rolled. Claire rolled a seven, I got an eight, and Rita rolled a twelve.

“Boxcars!” she shouted excitedly, and started to look the two of us up and down hungrily, while I tried to figure out exactly what they had planned. She made a show of scooting over to me and running her hands over my body, nuzzling my ear and kissing me tenderly. Still eyeing me, she slid over to Claire, and did the same, ending in a long passionate kiss, fondling each other for a minute or two.

Rita looked at her, then at me. “I think you’ll both like my decision.” She extended one finger to me and crooked it once, somehow making it even sexier than her best kiss. “Lie down on your side.” I complied, and she lay down with her face hovering inches from my straining manhood. I started to move my face to her crotch, and felt Claire’s hand at my shoulder, holding me back.

“Not so fast, babe. You have to leave room for me.” She lay down between my face and Rita’s pussy, her lips almost on the redhead’s labia, and her pussy by my face, one shapely leg bent, and nearly vertical, leaving plenty of room for me. Rita’s legs were spread wide for Claire. “It’s called a daisy chain.”

Rita snickered, then started a sing-song chant, “I suck you, you lick me, put your face in my pussy…” Claire started to giggle uncontrollably, then I recognized the tune.

“Fucking Barney?” I dissolved into laughter too, and the three of us, faces so close to each other’s delights, only settled down after a few minutes.

It was Rita who finally broke the ice, fitting since she was the one who had swept us into gales of laughter. She leaned into me, kissing the tip of my dick, then her mouth took the head in just past her lips, and the tip of her tongue orbited the fleshy crown. One of her hands played with my balls, and the other one ran along my shaft, sending thrills up and down my spine.

Moving forward myself, I started delicately licking the familiar and wet pussy in front of me, reaching with one hand to cradle my wife’s ass and pull her closer. At the same time, Rita moaned around my cock. I couldn’t see, but instead felt the muscles in Claire’s back stretch and tighten as she worked on Rita’s pussy. Rita changed position, either pulled closer or moving closer to my wife’s face.

I had trouble believing this was happening. Claire and I had sixty-nined before many times, but knowing there was a third person, sucking me off and enjoying Claire’s tongue at the same time, had me as excited as I had ever been. My thoughts turned to how it would have been if Bill hadn’t left. Where would he be in the arrangement? Would we have done boy-girl-boy-girl, or a more exotic combination, maybe his cock in my mouth, and Rita and Claire the opposite sides of that erogenous square?

This was my first daisy chain, and it was very racy but a little frustrating, not just the physical sensation, but the sound and the taste, all of it; so much was going on I had some trouble keeping track. Intent on my wife’s pleasure, I licked her pussy for all I was worth, then stuck my tongue out, as far out and as rigid as I could manage, and bobbed my head to and fro, fucking her wet hole. At the same time, Rita had me deep in her mouth—when the hell did that happen?—and bathed my cock with her pink tongue. It felt like the softest, finest satin, and I lost more than a couple of beats with Claire, struggling to hold my orgasm back.

Suddenly, Rita stopped sucking mid-stroke, and groaned loudly around my hard-on; apparently she was distracted by my wife, too. I heard her juices splash out of her, then patter on our carpet, and the hungry sound of Claire lapping it all up, swallowing the honeyed droplets Rita was gifting her with. Rita had tensed up, and her mouth and lips stopped entirely, but her moans sent deep vibrations the length of my dick, an intense feeling after her determined sucking. After a deep sigh, her lips went back to sucking me, and I moaned, still holding back. I didn’t want it to end, and the moment I filled her mouth, I knew it would.

“Oh, baby, keep going…” Claire disengaged from Rita’s pussy long enough for me to realize I had stopped while the latter enjoyed her climax. My wife’s pussy was very wet, droplets like dew on her bush and labia, and I resumed, eager for hers to be the next orgasm. She helped things along by humping my face, dragging her pussy the length of my tongue while I concentrated on her clitoris. I traced slow ovals around the fleshy nub, felt it swell under my tongue, and started sucking on it.

Rita came again, and I heard Claire moaning in between satisfied gasps, heard the juices gurgling in her throat, coating her face in loving offerings. I suddenly wanted to trade places with her, taste Rita again, swallow her sweet juices as they flooded my mouth and washed down my throat.

My cock was ready to explode, and I knew I was fighting a losing battle trying not to cum before finishing Claire off. I couldn’t stop it, so I grabbed her ass, and pulled her into me, burying my face in her blonde curls, desperate for her to cum first. Lips working on her labia, kissing them with all I had, I worked my swiftly down to her clit, sucking it and licking it in a frenzy, feeling her tense with her climax rushing down on her.

Rita palmed my ass, and took me all the way into her mouth at the same time. It was too much, too fast, and I was done. Moaning, I felt the first spurt of cum start to erupt down my shaft, an electric tingle from my balls to my head. And still, I kept going with Claire, driving her onward with my mouth and my lips, licking and sucking and nibbling at every square inch of her cunt, especially her clit.

She rewarded me with an orgasmic shriek, her back arching and pulling her face away from Rita, accompanied by a quicker flow of her juices; she didn’t—quite—squirt. I let go, and felt stream after stream of my semen shoot out into Rita’s face, heard her hungrily slurping and swallowing my load, with her own muted moans as an erotic counterpoint to our screams of passion.

Claire broke free and hurriedly pivoted to face me, before planting her mouth on mine. Her juices mingled with Rita’s, as the redhead continued to suck my throbbing cock dry. One arm around her, I reached with my other to Claire’s crotch, and inserted two fingers past her drenched blonde bush and inside her. She was so wet and warm, and I knew she wasn’t done.

I started finger-fucking her, hard and fast, and she kissed me harder, holding onto me while I brought her to another orgasm. Her pussy was thick with her fluids, and I spread my fingers slightly to widen their reach. After only a few thrusts with my fingers, and she moaned another climax into my mouth, shaking and cumming, finally, for the moment I hoped, satisfied. She leaned against me while Rita, after draining every drop of jism from my balls, moved behind Claire and hugged her. “You lasted longer than I thought you would.”

I realized she was talking to me. “I didn’t want to finish too soon and spoil things.”

Claire, eyes closed in post-coital rapture, murmured, “You didn’t spoil a thing, baby. That was fucking terrific.” She turned her head back, and Rita obliged her with a kiss.

Running my hands over the two of them, Claire pressed against me and Rita on the other side of her, I basked in their contentment, and didn’t worry at all how we would clean the carpet.


We were clearly all sexed out, and, despite Claire’s earlier prediction we wouldn’t need to wear anything, we eventually got up and showered together one more time. This time there was no grabbing of anything, no fellatio, no cunnilingus or sex under the stream of hot water. We took turns washing each other, trading tender kisses and embraces as we rinsed off the soap and everything else.

There wasn’t a lot of food left that we wanted right now, so Rita decided to treat us to Sunday lunch. We settled on a small breakfast diner that closed every day at three sharp, making it in just in time to get a seat, sandwiches and a very good iced fruit tea. All three of us were dragging; the efforts of the last few days had drained, it seemed, the last of our energy, but the tea and food perked us all up, and we took a walk through downtown afterwards, listening to the restaurant door close behind us, and the deadbolt click home.

An adult bookstore loomed on the right, and Rita suggested we check it out. She was more energetic than the Claire and I combined, and seemed eager to check out a different den of iniquity. We demurred, although I told her on her next visit we might try it out. Rita grinned and kissed me. “Aw, I like you too!”

Finally, around five, we made our way home.


Just inside the door, Rita pulled her clothes off swiftly. “We need some time in the hot tub.” She laid her things, neatly folded, on the couch and strode to the glass door, pulling it open. A frigid gust burst through the door, and we saw her nipples stiffen with the cold, goosebumps rising on her pale buttocks. She didn’t squeal, just turned and waved to us, beckoning us to follow before closing the door. We watched as she slid the cover off and set it gingerly aside, then climbed in until the top of her head was all we could see.

Claire’s smile was faint but eager. “Let’s join her. We could use a good soak in something other than bodily fluids.” I helped her get naked, and stripped down myself. We stepped out into the chilly air on the deck, rushed over to the soothing warmth of the hot tub, and slipped quickly into it.

The waters’ heat penetrated all the way to my bones, and the rising steam shrouded my head in their warmth. Both gorgeous women, my voluptuous blonde wife of so many years, and her sometime lover, the sexy, wiry redhead, sat across from me. We eyed each other appreciatively, the water concealing, but only barely, their gifts with ripples and small waves when we moved. I reached over to the console and turned on the bubbles Our break had lasted a couple of hours, and I felt a pang of regret that Rita would be leaving us soon.

She sensed it too, and cocked her head slightly, regarding me with a mixture of acceptance and lust. “Weekends don’t last forever, but that’s why we get them every week.”

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll have Bill and Rita visit again. I have a couple of things in mind for you when they do…” She winked, clearly satisfied with how the last four days had gone. “A daisy chain for four would be a good start, don’t you think?”

I nodded.

Rita leaned over and whispered in my wife’s ear, very softly. All I heard for sure was the word fuck, but the sound of the bubbles made the rest into fizzy, erotic static. Claire didn’t say a word, just rose to her feet and crossed the short distance to me. Standing, dressed only in the mist from the hot tub, she was as beautiful as the first time I’d seen her naked. A gentle breeze made the steam dance and shift around her waist and chest, the coolness of it curdling her nipples. She let me look for a long time, then sank down into the water, coming to rest straddling me. She moved her hips, and I felt her labia settle on my cock, cradling it from above.

Claire put her arms around my neck, and brought her lips to my ear. “Rita has a special request, baby.” Unnoticed until now, Rita had circled around the tub, settling next to us, ogling with no subtlety at all, licking her lips before speaking.

“I’ve seen you with everyone else.” Rita ticked it on her fingers, one by one. “You sucked Bill’s cock, let him suck yours, and we got to see him pounding that gorgeous golden pussy, and your nice, firm ass. She watched me fuck you, swallow your cum after a couple of blowjobs, and you got to see us eating each other’s pussies. And we wrapped it all up in a bow with that daisy chain.” Her eyes were steady on mine, and I felt my dick begin to awaken, wondering what she was going to suggest next. She hadn’t mentioned my fucking Bill’s ass this morning. “I have a request now, and I think you’ll grant it.

“I want you to fuck Claire in front of me. Let me see how you do your wife…”

I turned to Claire. She nodded enthusiastically, then reached into the water to coax me back to readiness. Her practiced fingertips stroked my shaft, and she retreated along my legs, giving her room to cradle my sac, gently fondling with it as she played with me. I closed my eyes and let a quiet groan escape my lips.

“Don’t cum until you’re inside me, babe,” she admonished me quietly. “We want to give Rita a great show…” I had already cum nearly a dozen times since Thursday night, but the thought of Rita watching me inside her best friend, my wife, was too enticing a thought to let go, and impossibly she was resuscitating my cock, priming me for what would probably be my last performance of the evening, of the whole weekend.

“Are you ready for me, Claire?” Her expert touch had me nearly hard enough to enter her soft gates.

“Yes, my love. And you’re almost ready for me.” She leaned in, letting her tits press against me, her nipples tracing delicate circles in my chest hairs, just beneath the tub’s surface, even as she continued stroking me back to life. “You’re excited to let Rita watch…”

“Yes…” My attention was almost entirely on her foreplay, and I let her have her way with me, rubbing and squeezing my dick, making it hard only for her this time.

“I love you, baby. I want you to fill me up while Rita watches.”

Rita was barely breathing, watching her hands move under the water, fingering her own snatch in anticipation of our performance. Claire went on, her lips still at my ear, but now on Rita’s side, so she could listen too. “You were so good with Bill, and I loved when you watched him fucking me, and Rita sucking your cock until you came just after we did. You liked it, too…” It was working; in spite of my fatigue, I felt myself get harder, and her fingers continued their delicate play.

“Loved watching Bill fuck you, sweetheart.” I had, and she plainly knew it. They both did, and this was the first time I’d ever watched, been watched, except for Bill on that video call months ago, the starting point for this incredible visit.

“And I loved hearing you pounding and licking Rita’s hot, sweet twat. I know she squirted for both of us. That was so hot, tasting her and watching you.”

“Fuck, baby…”

“Sssshhhh… Just a little more, and you can fuck me, too,” she cooed.

But I was ready, and grabbed her ass, shifting her forward; I felt myself slide inside her, into the richer warmth there. She moaned and started to hump me, taking me in and pushing me out in a slow, building rhythm. I grabbed her ass, urging her to speed up, gently at first, but with more vigor as we went on.

“Oh, baby, fuck her, baby. Make her cum, baby.” Rita was very close, not quite enough to interrupt our passionate embrace, but clearly intent on watching us go all the way to the finish line.

Claire drew back, looked down at me, still rocking on my dick. “I love her here and watching, seeing us fuck right here in front of her. I want you to cum inside me. In front of her. Let her see how you fuck me, darling…” Her eyes were rapt, filled with lust, enjoying the voyeuristic aspect assuming control over her whole body. “Fuck me, sweetheart… Fuck me…”

Gripping her buttocks, I rocked her faster, driving her pussy, making her engulf my cock, letting her fuck me as hard as I was fucking her. Then, “Stop.”

I lifted her off of me, and moved around behind her. She held onto the edge of the tub, and spread her legs for me to mount her from behind. Rita’s eyes shone with desire and sinful, searing lust, as I entered Claire from the rear, fucking her pussy the way Bill had fucked my ass the night before. My hands were on her hips, and I started to rock. The little ripples in the hot tub became miniature tidal waves as I went faster, splashing steaming water onto the deck.

Using her hips as leverage, it felt like I was drilling further inside with each thrust, and I spied a very beautiful Rita, her hands moved beneath the water at her own pussy, panting in vicarious lust as I pounded the beautiful blonde pussy we had all sampled. I wanted Claire, and I wanted Rita watching, taking the whole vision in. The redhead rose from the water, coming to me, turning my head so our lips met, and one of her hands stroked my ass as she pushed her tongue deep in my mouth. It felt like our mouths weren’t just kissing, but vigorously fucking each other, and I gasped in absolute passion. With each joyous joining of our tongues, I pounded Claire’s golden-haired twat with everything I had.

“Fuck, baby… You feel so good.” In the iron grip of a deep ache in my loins, I couldn’t tell which one of them had spoken, and didn’t care. I was ready to cum, pushed over the edge by two of the loveliest, most fuckable women I had ever been with, and my last orgasm of the night was nearly here.

Rita reached under us with her other hand to Claire’s clit, and started to rub it. She was quick and determined, driving another moan from my wife. The secondhand sensation of motion added to my steadily quickening thrusts, and doomed me. “Ah, fuck!” My yell of passion was tight, almost strangled in the cool afternoon air. Thick streams of my cum washed into Claire’s beautiful pussy, and she came a moment later, panting, face down, her forearms supporting her forehead as she quivered with the after-effects.

I stood there for a moment, my dick still deep inside her, kissing Rita long and deep, felt her lips and tongue hungrily fucking my mouth, thrusting in and touching every inch of my tongue with hers. At last, I let go, and I pulled out of Claire, slipped out of Rita’s grasp, taking a seat inside the hot tub, finally ready to rest with them.

Already knowing the answer, I turned to Rita first. “Did you like watching?”

“It was hot, baby. So hot. Almost as good as when you cum inside me…” She looked satisfied, but ready if I somehow got a third or fourth wind.

Claire clambered on top of me, hugging me tight, her thighs gripping me as she put her ankles behind my back, locking us together. “Fuck, honey, do that again sometime, anytime. You fuck so good, baby, so good.”

“So fucking good,” echoed Rita, hugging both of us.


It was just about six when Rita packed her overnight bag and I carried it downstairs from the room we’d shared twice. She was wearing the same green sweater and blue jeans from Friday, a long, long time ago it seemed. Just before she left, she gave Claire a sisterly hug, and whispered something in her ear that made my wife smile secretly, and blush a deep crimson. Then she kissed her, with much more than sisterly passion. “Thank you.”

Then she turned to me. “Thank you for having us over, and having me. You’re the perfect lover for Claire. And Bill. And for me…” We kissed as passionately as she had just done with Claire, who stood nearby, practically glowing with contentment. “Next time we’ll try some new things, and I expect you to be just as attentive a host.” She nipped at my earlobe, and whispered, “Look forward to seeing you soon.”

Rita’s tail lights were long distant when we headed inside, to get ready for the new week. I would be very tired in the morning, and getting that way had been one of the best experiences of my life.

Claire turned to me and kissed my very sensuously, arms around my neck and her warm body pressed up against me. “I think, my darling husband, that you liked having them over.”

“Best weekend ever.” I was sore all over, and dog tired, but she was right. This weekend truly had been one of my all-time favorites.

Love shone in her eyes as she gazed into mine. “Thank you so much, baby. I loved the whole time too. Thank you for letting Bill come over and spend the weekend, letting him join me in bed, and for being happy for me, and us.”

“Well, you did invite Rita for me…”

“I did, didn’t I?” She cocked one eyebrow, waiting for me to speak next, which I did. “And Bill, of course. Did you finally get a chance to fuck him before he left?”

“Um…”

“Pretty sure you did, since Rita followed you upstairs. I heard some of it, and you were so considerate to fuck him so quietly, not disturbing me. Keeping your orgasms that quiet must have been quite hard.” She chuckled. “Rita sure seemed to enjoy it. Did you ball her after, when you were in the bathroom?”

“No, too tired, and she played with herself while she watched. Told me after. We made out and cleaned up after in the bathroom, then came back to bed.”

“And a couple of hours later, she woke me up.”

“That girl is insatiable. And I think we’re both glad for that.”

She kissed me again. “Thank you for the weekend, baby.”

“And thank you, my wonderful Claire. Thank you for trusting me with Rita. She sure can…” I didn’t want to say fuck, exactly, but I didn’t know exactly how to describe what I was thanking Claire for, how Rita and I had occupied ourselves while my wife was busy with Bill.

“Make love are the words you were looking for, I believe,” she finished for me.

I just nodded, and she spoke the words I half-expected, and really wanted, to hear.

“We should invite them over again, babe. If you’re willing, of course. Maybe a nice vacation to a tropical island, or a swingers’ resort. Maybe someone else could join us…”

My cock and balls were utterly drained, and I wasn’t sure even Claire could get me up again, or that I could manage more than a measly dribble of semen, if we made love right now. But the thought of her, naked and insatiable, excited me, and I answered her with a deep kiss that I tried to make last forever. Claire smiled at me, very much in love, and said, “So glad you approve, sweetheart.”

We made our way to bed, and curled up together, naked under the covers. Tonight it would be just to be together. Tomorrow, we would take each other again.