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I felt like a king, sunbathing naked by the pool in our idyllic Italian rural hideaway, in the company of my two favourite women – my wife Lynne and a schoolfriend Carole. I glanced across at them, Lynne shapely with large rounded breasts on which sat firm brown nipples and with her pussy showing clearly through a sparse covering of light blonde hair, noting the contrast to Carole, with her slightly darker hair and slightly smaller breasts which still retained their shape and firmness, her look completed by a shaven pussy, with the lips slightly swollen. I smiled – a perfect day!
I knew Carole from our schooldays, and it was fair to say that I had been fixated on her from the first time I had noticed her. Unfortunately, I was extremely shy and hadn’t felt confident in asking her out. However, we had similar interests in tennis and hockey and over time I got to know her as a friend. Something held me back from asking her out as rightly or wrongly I felt that she saw me as a friend rather than in any romantic sense. There was also the problem that she moved easily between boyfriends – before I even suspected there might be a pending ‘opening’ a new boyfriend was in place. Truly a popular girl !
Living in the same town, socialising with her family in the local pub became a regular feature, and while I would have preferred a more intimate relationship, I had the benefit of her warm personality as a friend.
I moved away and met Lynne through work colleagues, and married three years later. The irony of Carole attending with no other half and in the company of just her elder sister and brother in law was not lost on me.
In the intervening period I often returned home to see family with Lynne and we often called on Carole. Initially Lynne was sceptical of the friendship and while always scrupulously polite to Carole, it was made clear to me on several occasions that she saw Carole as a threat. As time went on that became less of an issue and by the time we were invited to Carole’s wedding the girls were totally relaxed in each other’s company. I liked Alan and they often joined us at the bolthole we had bought in Italy. Alone there, Lynne and I enjoyed the nudist lifestyle, but Lynne was adamant that nudism was a no-no when Carole and Alan visited. I never asked for a reason but given that Lynne was more than happy to go nude on beaches overseas I suspected that she was wary of my making comparisons between her and Carole’s naked bodies.
Unfortunately Carole and Alan’s marriage began to struggle and they finally divorced after 5 years. There was then a succession of boyfriends, some of whom I liked and others less so, but the friendship between the three of us continued.
We met up with her and a new boyfriend and went out for a meal. He had been at the same school as me and Carole, and like me was also a year younger than Carole. To be honest, I had always felt he was a pretentious prig and during the course of the evening I saw nothing to encourage me to feel any more positive about him. In fact I resented the way he continually belittled everyone else around the table, particularly Carole. When we got back home Lynne was scathing about him and his conduct, urging me to speak to Carole. She had obviously sensed a lot more wrong with him and wanted me to warn her. I had no doubt about the genuineness of her concern for our friend. However, it was clear to me that Carole adored him and I felt constrained from making any comment about him, much to Lynne’s disgust. It was only several months later that she told me she had rang Carole. When I pushed for Carole’s response she would only say that her advice had been accepted amicably.
Neither of us was keen to renew our acquaintance with this individual , so several months passed, in the course of which they married. We were not invited, though Carole made a point of ringing me to let me know that it was only a family affair.
I didn’t see her again for almost three years, when I attended a school reunion event. I was surprised by her appearance. She had lost a lot of weight, her face was gaunt and her habitual sparkle was missing. It was only late in the evening that I was able to draw her into conversation. It transpired that he had been violent to her throughout the marriage, stacked up huge debts and they had divorced six months earlier, with her parents settling enough of the debt to ensure she retained the home.
She burst into tears and I wrapped my arms round her. She pulled away and looking at me said ‘Please apologise to Lynne, she tried to warn me and I was very nasty to her’. She burst into tears again. ‘Are you driving back tonight?’ she asked. ‘No, I’ve arranged to stay over here at the hotel. But I’ve not been drinking so there’s no problem in my driving you home’.
She nodded absently ‘That would be nice’.
15 minutes later I pulled up outside of her house. ‘Please come in for a coffee?’ Her eyes were red rimmed and I suspected the evening had been some sort of catharsis for her, seeing so many of her old schoolfriends.
We went in and I followed her through into the kitchen, where she started preparing coffee. I suddenly became aware that she was avoiding direct eye contact. I reached out and touched her shoulder, raising my eyebrows in a silent request for her to tell me what was on her mind. She looked at me silently for a moment before saying ‘Why did you never ask me out? I could never understand it – I was convinced you found me attractive’.
The question was so unexpected that I couldn’t formulate an answer. For the first time that evening the warmth came back into her eyes, and she grinned ‘I’m glad I wasn’t wrong. I’ve always felt I could rely on you and really valued you as a friend. I wish I had paid more heed to Lynne – and I suspect you shared her misgivings about Robert’.
She then burst into tears again. I opened my arms and she fell into them, sobbing. I stroked her hair and held her back, distraught about seeing someone always so positive suffering in that way.
Suddenly I felt her move slightly away from me and tilted her face up to mine. There was a momentary pause and then she brushed my lips with hers. ‘I like Lynne, and I will hate myself after saying this, but I want you to make love to me. Be a friend and lover to me tonight and not just a friend’
I swallowed hard and then pulled her closer, lips closing on hers and within seconds our tongues were duelling. I buried my face in the nape of her neck, nuzzling the soft flesh and luxuriating in her soft moans.
We separated and she took my hand, leading me to the staircase. My mind was reeling – a huge part of it telling me that this could never be a good idea, but that was countered by Carole demonstrating an unexpected need for me which was intoxicating, even if it was a one off.
At her bedroom door, she turned to me and pulled my head down, crushing her mouth against mine. I pushed her against the door, feeling her body firm against mine. She reached up between us, unbuttoning my shirt buttons until she was able to peel the shirt apart, her lips fastening around a nipple. I groaned and she gently closed her teeth on it. I reached down, hitching up the edge of her skirt, my finger stroking the gusset of her knickers. Her legs opened, permitting me greater access to her pussy. I used one finger to push the silky material to one side and slipped it into her pussy and began to thrust it in and out. It was soon joined by a second finger, her juices flowing onto my hand.
We were both breathing heavily and her eyes were now unfocussed, murmurs coming out of her mouth, following the rhythm of my fingers. I felt her move, reaching behind her, and the door suddenly opened. She stumbled back into the room. As she steadied herself she reached to the back of her neck to undo the clasp. She shook her shoulders and the material fell from her shoulders, and the dress fell to the floor around her feet. She stood in front of me in a matching pink lace bra and brief set. She moved towards me, completing the unbuttoning of my shirt, easing it off my shoulders, before reaching down to undo my belt and the zipper on my chinos.
She slipped her hand inside my boxers, her fingers began stroking my throbbing dick, and she smiled at my involuntary groan of pleasure. I reached down and held her wrist ‘Slow down’ I whispered.
She turned and led me towards the bed, stopping at the edge to ease my boxers off. I reached round to unclasp her bra, smiling in appreciation as her firm breasts came into view. I began to knead her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her head went back, once again exposing her neck and again I nibbled the soft skin.
Then she pushed me away, reached down to remove her knickers and climbed onto the bed, reclining with her legs open, her pussy lips glistening with her juices ‘Fuck me now, please’. Hearing that word from someone who always conducted herself in a demure fashion had the effect of making my cock twitch against my belly.
A calmness came over me. I joined her on the bed and she opened her legs wider, anticipating my entry. But instead I knelt down, letting my mouth roam across her boobs, licking and nibbling her now fully erect nipples. Over the course of the next 10 minutes or so I moved slowly down her body, dipping my tongue into her belly button and then lower still, bypassing her pussy to lick and kiss her inner upper thighs. Her breathing was now ragged while I luxuriated in setting the pace. I had waited a long time for this and I wanted to savour every moment.
I let my finger rest just above the knicker line, pressing down gently. She now buried her hands in my hair, trying to force my face against her pussy. Finally I let the tip of my tongue briefly brush across her clit. Her body stiffened and her hips rose, desperate to repeat and maintain the contact. My hands now moved down to her upper thighs, pulling slightly outwards so that her pussy lips separated. Strings of her pussy juice were apparent and I slowly let my tongue push against the back of her vaginal opening, running it between her pussy lips in a long stroke, finishing firmly across her clit.
Her hands were back in my hair, pulling my face to her pussy, her hips driving upwards. I let my eyes rise, seeing hers were closed, groans and exhortations and instructions coming from her mouth. I now began to lap the channel between her pussy lips, occasionally dipping my tongue into her streaming cxnt and then lingering on her clit, my tongue firm as it circled it and then lashed it, faster and faster. I had two fingers in her pussy, keeping time with my tongue. The noise level increased as she moved towards her orgasm. Then her body began to stiffen, and her hips began to thrust upwards. I responded by increasing the speed and firmness of my tongue on her clit, until I felt her orgasm ripple through her belly. She had totally lost control until slowly her body subsided onto the bed, twitching with the aftershocks as my tongue now brushed slowly across her clit.
She slowly opened her eyes and smiled ‘Lynne has taught you well - thank you’ There was a pause of a single beat before she continued ‘Now will you please fuck me?’
I grinned and moved onto my heels, staring down into her flushed face and sparkling eyes. I brought my cockhead up against her pussy, and began to stroke my glans between her pussy lips and across her clit. There was a lot of my precum mixing with her juices, and I enjoyed the sensation of my bloated, purple cockhead sliding around her cxnt area.
She remained hugely excited, breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on mine. On a couple of occasions I positioned myself at the entrance to her cxnt and felt her stiffen in anticipation. I grinned as I held my position, just slightly spreading the lips, and then eased away as she arched, trying to draw me into her.
Eventually I did move fully forward, slowly burying my cock to the hilt, then slowly withdrawing and then repeating. Each time I thrust low incoherent murmurs left her slightly open lips, while her eyes were now fully closed.
I began to slowly increase the pace, but maintaining the depth of my strokes. Despite the lubrication she felt tight. I upped the pace again but this time I lay on her, my chests causing her tits to flatten and pancake. I nuzzled her neck and was rewarded with a soft purring in my ear.
I raised myself onto my elbows, drawing her mouth onto mine, our tongues again intertwined. My thrusts now began to shorten and quicken, and she began to moan, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, her hands on my back pulling me onto her and then onto my ass cheeks. Both of our bodies were now soaked in sweat. I was nearing the point of no return when I heard a change in her voice – it had become a mewling sound, and I realised that she was on the edge of coming again. I now began to thrust fast and roughly into her pussy and she began to cry out as her body stiffened, her hips rising to meet my thrusts and her head thrown back. Her orgasm triggered my own and I stopped at the deepest point of her vagina and ejaculated…three, four and then five spurts.
I collapsed onto her body, hearing her heavy breathing in my ear. Dropped my right hand onto her hip and gently stroked it. I eased off her onto my back and felt her fingers stroking the helmet of my cock, still hard, shiny and purple, even as my cock began to deflate. It caused small aftershocks. It was almost uncomfortable and I took her wrist, turning my head to face her as I did so. She was already on her side, smiling and her soft brown eyes bright. ‘That was nice…very nice…thank you. Lynne is lucky to have you’. She moved across and snuggled into me. If I was honest, Lynne’s name being brought up at that particular moment gave me a pang of anxiety. I think Carole sensed it and said quietly ‘Its OK, it’s just one night. I don’t want to ruin what you have – she will never hear about this from me’.
We made love twice more that night, both times gently. Early in the morning, after the last time, she lay , face tucked into my shoulder, fingers gently stroking my chest. ‘You won’t tell her will you?’. It was half question and half instruction. She went on ‘I shouldn’t have asked you to spend the night with me but I’m glad I did. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I didn’t expect you to be such a cruel bastard, keeping me waiting. Thats some self-control you have’. She grinned at me as she said it and then went on again ‘I know Lynne must have had concerns when she first met me – its difficult to believe that any guy can be happy with a purely platonic friendship with a woman. But she’s always treated me with respect and later with friendship. I know that you would never have attempted to seduce me, and I would have been angry if you tried to do so. Last night was a pretty unique set of circumstances, but if Lynne ever found out I don’t think she would ever forgive either of us. Trust is a fragile thing. I’m glad it happened but I don’t want to think about the effect on your marriage if she ever found out. So can we agree that it stays between us – as a beautiful memory for my part – and that we accept it was a one off that we won’t allow to jeopardise the friendship between the three of us?
Her gaze was level, concern in her eyes. ‘So, you’ve had your fun, and now want to toss me aside’. I could barely stop grinning as I continued ‘I will promise on two conditions – firstly you tell no-one about last night – I would be embarrassed at the thought of you telling anyone about what a stud I am’ . She laughed ‘Don’t worry , I’m not a good liar’.
‘Bitch’ I replied and then continued ‘the other condition is……’
‘Yes?’ her eyebrows rose questioningly
‘That we have a final fuck for the road’
She giggled ‘Dipstick’ she said, and then after a brief pause she rolled across me and straddled me. Taking my cock in her hands she lost no time in bringing it to its full glory, before guiding it into her pussy and began to ride me. Within seconds her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open as she began to slide up and down the full length of my cock, the fingers of one hand stroking her clit as she did so. Her beautiful tits jiggled inches from my face, and I could hear them slapping together as she increased the pace. Even in such a passive position I could feel my balls readying themselves to spurt, and once again the trigger was her own orgasm, almost silent this time but with the tremors evident on her belly.
For the next hour we lay wrapped in the others arms, our breathing slow and almost synchronised, before she eased away from me and headed for the shower. Above all else that night the image I retain was her walking nakedly away from the bed and an almost coy glance back over her shoulder as she did so ‘Care to join me ‘ she asked.
I grinned ‘I don’t think I have the energy’.
She laughed ‘Lightweight – don’t worry – I will do all the work’
I threw back the covers, leaping out of the bed and chased her ‘Lightweight? I’ll give you lightweight’. There was a peal of laughter from her, and it struck me how different she was from 12 hours before. I hoped what had happened between us could be used by her to offset the negative thoughts that had dragged her down so far.
Carole once again became a fairly regular visitor to our Italian hideaway, and had somehow managed to wheedle out of Lynne our propensity to live nude while we were there alone. Carole’s response was to fully strip off at the earliest possible opportunity, a mute challenge to Lynne. My wife took it in good part, and as a result I had endless opportunities to gaze on and compare the naked bodies of two very attractive women.
Some three months later, Carole had risen from her sun bed and dived into the pool. A couple of minutes later she returned to the sun bed. Drying herself, she bent over at the waist, with her bottom facing me. It was a lewd scene and I could see almost everything. My cock responded, going hard very quickly. Suddenly I heard Lynne’s voice ‘He never gets hard watching me nude’.
Carole turned around grinning, and catching the glance that passed between them I realised that it was a performance that they had arranged for my discomfort.
I laughed nervously ‘I can’t help window shopping’. I laughed, but there was an awkward silence from Lynne and Carole, before Lynne said quietly ‘Just so long as its only window shopping’.
The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. Lynne and Carole prepared a light salad meal for the evening, but they both seemed sunk in their own thoughts.
The next morning I left to go down to the village to buy bread, vegetables and fruit and stopped off at a café for a coffee and a pastry. My mind went back to the previous afternoon and Lynne’s comment. The effect on the atmosphere was marked, but I struggled to work out why she had said it. It was a two coffee problem and by the time I got back to the villa the girls were both laying out under a clear blue sky, their nude bodies glistening with sun oil.
‘Drinks ladies?’. Even as a said it my voice sounded higher than normal. Lynne eased her shades down her nose and turned her head to me ‘No thank you – anything you’d like Carole? A Screwdriver? Sex on the Beach?’
Her gaze was now fixed on Carole, who removed her own sunglasses and raised herself into a sitting position. ‘Is something on your mind Lynne?’ she said quietly.
Lynne continued to gaze coolly at Carole, and then stood up. Looking down at Carole she said very quietly ‘Actually yes – I’d like to know how long you have been fucking my husband? And how you have the gall to be here having done so. Are you both enjoying a laugh behind my back?.
‘Lynne….’ I started and Lynne’s hand was brought up sharply, cutting me off as she continued to look down at Carole. She hissed ‘I’ll deal with you later. For now I want to hear from the slut!’.
Now it was Carole’s turn to stand. There was no doubt she was shaken and she glanced at me and then back to Lynne. She moved forwards so there was only a couple of feet between them. I was paralysed and speechless. Every fantasy I had ever had about two women fighting disappeared – I was genuinely scared as Carole replied ‘You obviously know it happened – once – I’m here because despite that having happened I consider you both to be my friends and there is no way we are laughing at you. And incidentally if you call me a slut again I will rip your face off’.
There was a moments silence before Lynne moved forward, slapping Carole hard enough to send her staggering backwards. Recovering, Carole glared at Lynne before moving purposefully forward. Lynne was also on the move and in a second they were exchanging punches. There was little science behind the blows but massive venom. A number of punches got through to their faces. I finally moved to get between them. Lynne screamed ‘This doesn’t concern you – this is between this bitch and me’ and pushed me away. Carole also said ‘Leave us to settle this’.
With that the exchange of punches recommenced, with both women being more selective in their targets. In a very few minutes one of Lynne’s eyes began to close and she had a split lip, while there was a trickle of blood from Carole’s nose. Neither of them took a step back and it seemed likely that they were determined to destroy the other.
The pace of the fight slowed and probably tiredness took its toll, as attacks to the face fell away, replaced by punches and slaps to the body.
Suddenly Lynne wrapped her arms round Carole’s upper body before driving her knee into Carole’s right inner thigh. I cringed as I realised that she had intended to damage Carole’s pussy and how close she had come to doing so. As it was Carole was clearly hurt, and tried to lever Lynne’s arms away, while adjusting her feet in an attempt to make herself less exposed to a follow up attack. Lynne did try, but only succeeded in landing a glancing blow to the outside of the same thigh.
Unable to break Lynne’s grip, Carole clawed at my wife’s side and belly, leaving vivid red welts. Lynne retaliated by biting hard into Carole’s shoulder, locking her jaws as they continued their struggle. Suddenly I saw Carole ball her fist and punch down onto Lynne’s pubic bone. My wife screamed, immediately relinquished her hold and bite, and moved back slightly to grab Carole’s wrist. Her opponent allowed her hand to be guided away, only to drive her knee into Lynne’s pussy. Her attack was much more successful than my wife’s effort and Lynne’s eyes opened wide and she sank to her knees, hands cradling her pussy as she retched.
I moved forward to try and separate these hellcats, but Carole held her hand flat against my advance ‘This isn’t finished yet’ she hissed and then, turning to look down at my wife ‘Do you want to call me a slut again, bitch’.
I watched as Lynne painfully forced herself to her feet, still bent over with the pain from her pussy, her face white and lips trembling. Carole watched her, a slight smile on her lips.
‘No I don’t’ Lynne whispered ‘A man stealing whore is probably a more accurate description’.
The smile disappeared from Carole’s face, and she started to move forward, both fists clenched, obviously intent on finishing the fight. As they closed Lynne, planted a foot slightly in front of her and then kicked out into Carole’s belly. I had no idea where it had come from, but it stopped Carole in her tracks, causing her to bend over as the wind left her body. Continuing forward, Lynne drove her knee into Carole’s face. Carole fell backwards, blood pouring from her nose. The manoeuvre had obviously been painful for Lynne and she stopped, still shaking, and watched Carole forcing herself to her knees and then onto her feet. Blood continued to flow from her nose and dripped down from her chin onto her chest and boobs.
They stood a few feet apart, breasts heaving, sweat, oil and grass mingling on their skin. Lynne’s right eye was now completely closed and her belly was crisscrossed with weeping claw marks. In addition to the blood streaming from her nose Carole’s shoulder was also bleeding from Lynne’s bite.
I admit to being scared for both of these ferocious woman and hoped that they would both be satisfied by the damage they had inflicted on the other.
That was a forlorn hope as Carole dropped her head and drove forward into Lynne’s body, sending my wife onto her back. Carole’s momentum carried her forward and she landed on my wife’s body. They both grabbed hair as they rolled trying to establish a dominant position. Large handfuls of hair soon littered the war zone as they each strove to dominate the other. The soundtrack had also changed, their heavy breathing interspersed with cries of pain and breathless threats.
There were constant positional changes without either being able to stay dominant, though in the course of one mutual headlock Carole was able to use her heel repeatedly on the side of Lynne’s outer thigh and buttock.
The pace of the fight now appreciably slowed, punctuated by each woman clawing at every opportunity with faces, tits and even at one stage Carole’s bald pussy being raked. But most of the time each had a lock on some part of the other’s body and as exhaustion set in so did what amounted to a stalemate.
Eventually I heard Carole sobbing. Lynne glanced up at me and must have recognised that I wanted this to stop. Her face darkened and for a moment I feared that she would find the strength to carry on the battle. But then she relaxed her hold on Carole and rolled away, slowly getting to her feet. She looked down at Carole and then kicked her hard in the ribs.
Then she looked at me ‘You had better get her under a shower. Take the opportunity to give her a farewell fuck while you’re at it – she’s out of here in the morning!’
I doubt that anything I said would register, so I moved over and helped Carole to her feet. She wobbled as I guided her back into the villa and up the stairs to her room, occasionally sobbing.
I sat her on the edge of the bed as I adjusted the shower settings and then helped her under the jets. I blanched as I saw the myriad abrasions – both shallow and deep -that covered her body, as well as the blood that covered her breasts and torso. Thankfully the bleeding appeared to have stopped.
She stayed under the shower for several minutes, and it did seem to re-energise her to a limited extent. She exited the shower and I passed her a bath towel. I started to help her dry off, dabbing gently at her wounds. She looked up at me with red rimmed eyes ‘I’m so sorry – I hope you and Lynne can get past this’. I nodded but couldn’t form the words. ‘Go on see her now – the longer you are here the worse she will feel’ I touched her shoulder and then moved to the door.
I went down the stairs in a daze to find Lynne sitting at the dining table. I sat down opposite her, not at all sure what to say. Eventually she brought her eyes up and gazed at me. There was no malice there, just a weary resignation. Like Carole, she carried ample evidence of what had been a vicious fight and as I took in her injuries I realised that I had never loved my wife more. It wasn’t any sense of eroticism that I would have expected from watching two beautiful women fight so brutally, but more an appreciation that she was prepared to put herself on the line for me. But now came the reckoning.
She opened her mouth to speak on a couple of occasions but seemed incapable of formulating words. Eventually she simply said ‘Tell me exactly what happened – just the facts, no omissions and don’t try to justify anything’.
It was late evening before she stood and stepped away from the table, headed for the stairs. She stopped and half turned towards me ‘You can sleep in the spare room tonight or join the slut – it’s your choice – I don’t care’.
I laid out on the settee. Even closing my eyes, I could still see clearly the damage that they had inflicted on the other.
I was awoken early the next morning by sun streaming in the window. My neck hurt and it took me several minutes to fully come around. As I did so I realised that Lynne was now back at the dining table, looking at me with an indefinable look on her face.
‘There’s coffee in the pot’ she said quietly. I stood and moved over to pour myself a cup, and then sat down beside her. Neither of us said anything but I brushed the back of her hand. There was no reaction or comment, not that I expected any, but a part of me was silently hopeful, as she hadn’t withdrawn it.
Then I heard a door open and close, followed by footsteps on the stairs. Carole came into view, her case in her hand. She looked at me and then Lynne, clearly at a loss for words. Suddenly Lynne said quietly to me ‘Could you get a coffee for Carole please?’ and then to Carole ‘Please sit down with us’.
There was a pause before Carole moved across and took a seat, her eyes fixed on Lynne’s.
Lynne took a deep breath and then spoke quietly. ‘Nothing can excuse what the two of you have done’ She paused and then continued ‘I spent a long time talking with Ken last night and I think understand why it happened. Now I’d like you to answer some questions. Dependent on what I hear, I want to see if we can find a way forward. He is my husband but he’s also a friend of yours from before he knew me’.
Carole said nothing for a moment but then bobbed her head in agreement.
Lynne turned to me ‘Leave us to it – this is girl talk’ There was a wintry smile ‘Don’t worry – I don’t think either of us have got the energy or inclination to get into it again’.
I glanced at Carole and she nodded her agreement.
What subsequently happened is drawn from later comments to me from both Lynne and Carole. It can’t really reflect any hesitations or silences that may have occurred, so I hope it doesn’t come across as too terse.
L. ‘Are you hurting as much as me?’
C. ‘Physically – yes for sure. Mentally, I doubt it. I can’t even begin to understand how you must have felt’.
L. ‘What’s done is done. Tell me, do you get the impression that Ken cheats on me?’
C. ‘I would be very surprised if he did. I always got the impression that he adores you’
L. ‘Until yesterday I would have agreed, Now I’m not sure. Had you ever been lovers before he met me?’
C. ‘No’
L. ‘That never struck you as strange?’
C. ‘To some extent yes. I always felt he was attracted to me and we became friends – it did cross my mind at one point that he might be gay….or confused. He never asked me out’.
L. ‘And if he had asked you out?’
C. ‘I’m pretty sure I would have said yes’
L. ‘Shall I tell you how Ken explained it to me?’
C. ‘Now I am intrigued. Yes, I would like to hear’
L. ‘Before he ever spoke to you he turned to see you in close proximity at school to him and in his words fell in love. He then qualified that by saying that it was not an unusual thing but that somehow you were different. The fact that you were attractive was almost incidental – he was drawn to the fact that you had warm eyes, an attractive half smile and appeared to be totally comfortable in your own skin. He admits to being totally love struck and that he began to see you around the school, without knowing that you both lived in the same town and travelled on the same bus. I asked him why he didn’t ask you out. He told me that he was totally useless with girls at that time, and that was made worse that you were a school year older – funnily enough that makes sense if you know Ken. But he did say that you got to know him through hockey and became friends. I asked him then why he hadn’t asked you out at that point. He surprised me by saying that he thought you liked him as a person but not boyfriend material. Any thoughts?’
C. ‘I’m not sure why he would have thought that. I was attracted to him and a bit surprised that he didn’t make any attempt but I did have a number of boyfriends so didn’t dwell on it’.
L. ‘He also said that you always managed to say something that bolstered his confidence – nothing OTT but something relatively minor that made him feel good. In most cases he thought they were casual observations, not intended to be complimentary, and that you didn’t realise the positive effect they had. He also said he realised that the effect was probably magnified by the fact that he thought so highly of you. From what I know of my husband that all sounds wholly realistic.’
C. ‘Oh! I never realised, but I always valued his friendship – and he became close to my family, who also thought highly of him’.
L. ‘Was it just the one time you fucked each other? – sorry for the crudity. And who seduced who?’
C. ‘It was just the one time. And I don’t think there was any seduction on either side, but rather something that happened in the moment – I was down and Ken was being kind. I can see that you have doubts, but I never intended for us to end up in bed together and I don’t think Ken did either. I don’t regret what happened but it was a one off – for both of us – and I am sorry that we hurt you.’
L. ‘You were down?’
C. ‘It was a few months after my divorce from Robert. How much did Ken tell you about that? I know you both had a very low opinion of him.’
L. ‘The first time I heard about what you had been through was last night. I wish I had known. What happened with Ken would still have hurt, but I might have been more forgiving…less aggressive maybe….’
C. ‘It was on that evening at the reunion – Ken could see that I was in a bad way. Basically Robert had been physically abusive throughout the marriage and had run up a lot of debt. My parents needed to pay that off so that I could keep the house’.
L. ‘So he took advantage of the situation?’
C. ‘No, at least I don’t think so. I asked him to stay, so the fault is mine’.
L. ‘So you decided to keep it a secret from me? Who’s idea was that?’
C. ‘I think we both realised that it was a one off. We could have told you but didn’t want to hurt you. It wasn’t like we were creeping around having an affair – it was in the past and only bad things could have come out of telling you. We weren’t laughing at you behind your back – on the contrary, we were both ashamed’
C. ‘How did you find out?’
L. ‘Just little things. After Ken came back from the reunion he didn’t talk about you as freely as he used to. And when he made the comment about window shopping there was a slight change in his voice – almost like he was trying too hard to be normal, if that makes any sense. I didn’t know, but things just fell into place, so I tested it…and found out I was right.’
C. ‘I’m really so sorry Lynne. I know that you won’t ever feel you can trust me again, so I will stay out of your lives from now on. I’m going to catch a flight home later today. I really hope that you will find a way to forgive Ken. He does love you and I am sure that he would never have tried to seduce me in the ordinary way of things’.
L. ‘I think you need to take a look in the mirror before you fly out’.
C. ‘Pardon?’
L. ‘You…We…look like we’ve been through a mincer. I think you need to recover before you go back. Listen, I haven’t worked out everything clearly in my mind yet, but I can see that it was a one off and understand why you kept it a secret. As I said, Ken is my husband but he is also a very old friend of yours. If I can bring myself to forgive and trust you, then I think it would be counter-productive for you to disappear from our lives. So stay another few days and see how we feel. What you’ve told me pretty well tallies with what Ken said, so while I feel uncomfortable that it happened, I believe you both when you say it was a one off and wouldn’t happen again.’
C. ’Lynne, I really don’t know what to say, but I’d love to stay’.
L. ‘I’m going to mention something now, and I’ve no idea how you will feel about it. But I think you owe me, so I want you to promise that it will stay strictly between us, irrespective of how uncomfortable it makes you feel’
C. ’OK’
L. ‘Towards the end of the fight when we were locked up grappling on the floor, I felt very conscious of the fact that we were both nude and to be blunt I was turned on’.
C. ‘Go on…’
L. ‘I have always thought you were attractive, but never thought of you in a sexual way. In fact, I’ve never thought of any other woman in sexual terms. I keep having flashbacks and its very disconcerting – just the thought of us nude in close proximity turns me on. It just seems crazy, given that we were intent on destroying each other. Please say something….I’m dying of embarrassment here’.
Carole tells me that there was an awkward silence at this point as she came to terms with what my wife was saying. Eventually she responded.
C. ‘When things were at their worst with Robert one of the girls at work picked up on the fact that I was very depressed. She was known to be a lesbian but that was a side of her that I hadn’t seen. All I know is that she was kind and happy to listen to me as I poured my heart out on several occasions, a shoulder to cry on when I most needed it. We met for a drink several times when Robert was away and one night went back to her apartment. She hugged me as often happened and on this occasion I kissed her. To be fair to her, she didn’t follow through and seemed content to just hold me, but I found myself wanting more and carried on kissing her and then touching her more intimately. We ended up in bed together and it was a massive release to enjoy intimacy with someone, given how bad things were with Robert. It happened several times afterwards – I think she understood that this was a diversion for me and not a permanent thing. She never pressed me and only responded when I instigated things. I never thought of myself as bi or lesbian, but just someone who responded sexually to kindness. Similarly I had never thought about you sexually, even though you have a great body and we were friends, and I can’t say that I got turned on during our fight’.
L. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you’.
C. ‘You haven’t – quite the opposite. Remembering that part of the fight in the light of what you said excites me. You have a great body….even though I did my best to destroy it. The thought of us exploring each other is hot, though I’m not sure where that leaves us. Why did you raise the subject with me?.
L. I’m still trying to work through what has happened. I accept that this was a one off and that you are both sorry that it happened. So I want you to stay part of our lives. Ken gave into temptation – I know he wouldn’t do it again. But I also know he finds you attractive – even more so now he’s had a taste. Tell me truthfully, if I wasn’t on the scene do you think you and Ken would get together?’
C. ‘Christ Lynne, how am I supposed to answer that? If you are asking if I find him sexually attractive then having had a taste of him the answer is yes. The sex we had was sensational, but whether that would be sustainable in a relationship I don’t know’.
L. ‘OK – cards on the table. If you are willing I would really like to explore you sexually – no restrictions and no commitments. Only the two of us would know about it, but if we felt good about it then I’d want Ken to know about it at a later date. There’s an underlying assumption – or maybe hope – that we would want that to continue. Then if we both want Ken in a sexual sense, there appears to be potential for us all to share threesome fun. But it would only ever be as a threesome – you don’t go off and play with each other without me being there or giving you permission – which is unlikely to be forthcoming’.
C. ‘That’s a lot to take in. Make love not war eh? Can I think about for a few days? I doubt it will make much difference. I don’t to even want to think about sex - with anyone – while I recover from yesterday. Any other little bombshells you want to drop?
L. ‘Well, I would like to fight you again’
Carole started to object before my wife continued
L. ‘As the fight ended, I got a huge rush from winning. Thinking about it since, I realised that it was having dominated you that gave me that feeling, and I would like to do it again. But without the violence – I was genuinely scared about what we were prepared to do to each other yesterday. So I’m suggesting a competitive fight but with the brutal elements outlawed, till one or other of us gives. No punching, biting, clawing, hair pulling’
Carole admitted to me that she was silent for several minutes before
C. ‘OK. Would I be right in thinking that this is some warped form of foreplay?’
L. ‘Define warped (laughed)? But you are right, I would hope that the fight would segue into us fucking. If that happened it might be the perfect time to bring Ken in. He always said guys got a kick out of women fighting, but he also said what happened yesterday was far from arousing. Not because of the brutality – he admitted that watching 2 women he didn’t know going at it would be hot – but because it was us and he couldn’t see a way to control what we were intent on doing to the other. I think watching us fighting competitively nude, but within strict limits and with the hatred from yesterday absent, would be very arousing for him - hopefully! He would be there ostensibly as a referee, but we would know we wanted him to participate at the appropriate time’.
C. ‘OK – I’m in. Let’s give ourselves a few days to recover and then we can start our ‘experiment’.
In the 10 days which represented the aftermath of the girl’s fight there was a peculiar atmosphere. Carole had a smile on her face whenever I spoke to her. That was not unusual and was part of her charm. Fortunately it stopped short of being overly flirtacious – the last thing I wanted was to trigger any adverse reaction from Lynne. The girls themselves seemed perfectly at ease with each other and it was difficult to believe that they had been involved in such a brutal fight only days before. However, Lynne had been cool to me for several days, in the sense of being distracted, while being perfectly polite. I was worried that once Carole left there was going to be a more in depth conversation, and while she had indicated forgiveness to both Carole and myself, I had a suspicion that I was going to suffer a deferred settling of scores. I could only hope I was wrong.
Three days before Carole was due to return to England I had spent the morning shopping in the local town. I got back to the villa just before lunch and was surprised to see neither of the girls by the pool. I went through into the dining room to find them either side of the dining table, looking at each other intently, neither smiling or acknowledging my arrival.
‘Is everything OK?’. Even as I said it I made a mental note to try and avoid saying things that made me a hostage to fortune. The girls continued to state at each other and it was a full minute before Lynne spoke, without looking at me.
‘We have decided we want to fight each other again’.
I looked at each of them in turn ‘You must be kidding. Why on earth would you want to put yourselves through that again?.
It was Carole who spoke ‘I doubt you will understand, but its about dominance. Lynne beat me – I won’t be happy till I’ve balanced things’.
Carole turned her gaze back to Lynne and suddenly they both burst out laughing. ‘You should see your face’ said Lynne.
Carole turned back to me, grinning. ‘We are going to fight, but nothing like last week. We want you to ensure that we both strictly comply with agreed rules’.
‘And what rules would they be? Making sure you don’t kill each other?’
‘What Carole said is right. This is nothing to do with or that has any connection with last week. Please agree to help us with it, it’s something we both want to do. We have agreed a set of rules but are happy for you to add any if that makes you feel more comfortable.’
Despite myself I was intrigued. ‘And what rules have you agreed?’
Carole ‘No punching or slaps to the face, no biting, no choking, no clawing – anywhere –, no genital attacks of any kind, no holds or attacks that could result in serious injury’. She glanced at Lynne, who continued ‘We agreed body punches but would be happy to limit that to slaps and with hairpulling strictly limited to maintaining control rather than as an attacking move in it’s own right. Win will be by submissions and we will have to agree the stakes for losing’. She paused, and then, smiling, added ‘We will be fighting nude of course.’
‘And you really think this is a good idea after what you did to each other last week? Haven’t either of you got any misgivings about it?’
A short silence was broken by Carole, who stood and moved towards the window, passing close by me as she did so ‘My only concern would be could I trust you to be even handed as the referee, when I’m fighting your wife. I’m sure you would want her to win’ she turned to me ‘Wouldn’t you?’
Lynne had also stood and I was very conscious of both of them looking at me. I swallowed hard and then brought my head up, my gaze switching between them ‘I don’t want you to fight at all. I felt sick last week, and everything tells me this is a bad idea. If it’s going to happen then I will act as referee, but if either of you doesn’t think I can trusted to be even handed then say so – I am happy not to be involved’.
It was Lynne’s turn to speak. ‘Last week, you made no attempt to intervene – why was that? Did you get off on watching two women ripping into each other? You always said watching women fight was ALWAYS arousing for guys. Was it convenient to just let us get on with it while it fulfilled one of your fantasies?
I looked at Lynne ‘Is that what you think? What I said about watching women fight being arousing becomes a very different matter when it’s the two most important women to me in the world. I wasn’t aroused, just very frightened for you both. If it had been two other women I’m sure I would have felt different but you are both too important to me. As for not intervening, I froze. I was responsible for what happened between you and stupid as it might sound I thought that excluded me from interfering’.
Lynne’s eyes switched to Carole and I saw a slight smile on her lips as she did so. I followed her gaze and saw Carole’s wide grin as she said quietly ‘I think he’s passed the audition, don’t you?.
Both women returned to their chairs and Lynne nodded towards the one opposite her. ‘We’ve talked about this a lot and both want to do it. Please don’t confuse it with what happened last week – we both regret that. It won’t happen again. It will be competitive within the rules we’ve agreed and we both trust you to act fairly as a referee if its needed’ she glanced at Carole who nodded her agreement while still smiling broadly in my direction ‘We both know you don’t understand our reasons but please trust us when we say it’s not going to be a repeat of what happened last week. We would prefer you to be there, but it’s going to happen anyway’.
They were both smiling at me. I didn’t dare say anything as thoughts ran through my mind. For no good reason that I could fathom my thoughts turned to the injuries they had sustained the previous week, and I suddenly realised that they had both shown remarkable powers of recovery. With the exception of the bite mark on Carole’s shoulder and some slight bruising round their eyes, there was almost no evidence of what they had gone through.
Eventually I shrugged my shoulders ‘OK. But you have got to do exactly what I say without question – is that agreed?. They both nodded, smiling at each other. ‘When is this going to happen?’
Carole was the first to speak ‘We thought 4 o’clock this afternoon’ Lynne nodded in assent – 2 hours. For some reason it couldn’t come quickly enough!
At 3.30 I went down to the poolside lawn, to find a large tarpaulin laid out. I went inside and poured myself a large glass of Amarone and took it outside to a shaded table adjacent to the tarpaulin.
20 minutes later Lynne came down. There was a light sheen of sweat on her skin and it was clear that she had been warming up. She came across and sat on my lap, one arm round my neck pulling my mouth onto hers. She grinned ‘Are you looking forward to watching me win? Can’t wait to celebrate with you when I do’. She heard an upstairs door close and stood up, but dropped her hand between my legs ‘Mmmmm you ARE looking forward to this aren’t you?’
Without waiting for a response she brushed her lips against mine before turning to meet Carole. Like Lynne, a light sweat showed that she had obviously been preparing for the fight. They met, hugged and exchanged kisses before both turning to me. For the first time I noticed that Lynne was now fully shaven – she must have done so several days ago, as there was no clear tan line. Obviously I hadn’t noticed given the stress that I had been under. I had to admit it was a good look on her, and one I was going to encourage her to keep.
Carole grinned ‘Any instructions from the referee before we start?.
I stood and moved between them ‘I want you to respect the rules you’ve agreed and make my job easy. Now I want you to face each other before I give you the signal to start’.
They did so, standing about a yard apart. I placed a hand on each of their shoulders, guiding them closer. ‘Carole, is there anything you want to say to Lynne before we start?. Carole nodded no. ‘Lynne, is there anything you want to say to Carole before we start?’
Lynne also nodded no. I now placed a hand in the middle of their backs, ensuring the gap between them closed until their breasts were touching. The silence was broken only by the sound of the girls breathing, their evident excitement betrayed by their erect nipples. They stared at each other. Eventually I had to relent and said simply ‘Take a step back’. They did so ‘May the better woman win – Fight!’.
There was a slight hesitation and then both girls moved forwards, trying to wrap an arm around the back of the opponents neck. They each managed to effect side headlocks, staggering around the tarpaulin bent at the waist, desperately trying to take the other off balance and to the floor.
Eventually Lynne managed to hook your leg around Carole’s and threw her to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Carole grunted as she hit the ground but was already twisting to meet Lynne bearing down on her. Their fingers locked but Lynne was forcing down on Carole, who twisted and turned her body to compensate for being below Lynne. Suddenly she scythed her leg, taking Lynne off her feet, and quickly threw herself on my wife, grabbing her wrists and hooking her feet under Lynne’s calves in a classic grapevine. I was in a perfect position to gaze on the two shaven pussies nestling one above the other. At that moment I would cheerfully have buried my now engorged cock in either.
I tried to work out what had changed – they were both approaching the fight in a competitive way, Lynne’s opening throw testimony to that – and the opening minute or so left no doubt that this was going to be anything other than a friendly roll about. Pride was very obviously on the line. But at the same time the visceral hatred that was so apparent in the first encounter was absent. Maybe my job as referee was going to be easier than I had feared!
At that moment Lynne chose to bury one hand in Carole’s hair, while her other hand was under Carole’s chin, forcing her head back. Carole objected loudly about the grip on her hair - I had a moment to assess the hair grip and decided in the absence of any obvious repeated tugging that it was ‘legal’. ‘Valid use for control purposes’ I intoned pompously.
Despite the pain to her scalp Carole forced her head down into Lynne’s shoulder, and my wife lost her leverage on her chin. I moved slightly to one side to see their breasts crushed together, tit meat forced out sidewards. Lynne repeatedly bucked and rolled in an effort to break the grapevine and eventually managed to unseat Carole who rolled away and got quickly to her feet. Lynne also stood quickly but it was clear that breaking the grapevine pin had come at a cost – her inner thighs were obviously troubling her.
Somewhat to my surprise Carole asked if she wanted to take a break…and then grinning mischieviously asked if Lynne alternatively wanted to submit the match. Lynne shot a look of pure malice at her before muttering under her breath ‘Dream on bitch’.
Was this the point when they lost control? I tensed, ready to move between them. Lynne raised her hands, fingers bent and spread, moving towards Carole, who mirrored her opponent’s stance. They met, testing each other’s strength, Lynne forcing their arms upwards, so that their breasts were almost touching. I swallowed hard, watching their erect nipples as they finally touched. Their arms were now so high that the strength in the mutual grip had dissipated, the emphasis switching to the nipple duel. The girls were of a similar height, and while Lynne’s breasts were slightly larger, both girls had maintained pert boobs, so the contact of their nipples, once made, was continued. Slightly movements of their shoulders resulted in both sets of nipples bending over and then springing back. Both girls were breathing heavily now. While only shortly after 4, a thin blanket of cloud had settled in and the humidity ensured both girls bodies ran with sweat.
Their eyes were locked, smiles absent as their contest progressed. Lynne was the first to break the finger lock and both girls let their arms drop, while allowing their nipples to continue their duel. Lynne put her hands round behind Carole’s back, pulling her forward as she thrust. There was a grunt from both women, They momentarily separated and then Carole placed her hand in the middle of Lynne’s back before she also thrust forward. There was a loud, wet slap as the breasts came together, forcing their tit meat out to the side and under the arms.
They released their holds, before thrusting forward. From that point on and for at least 5 minutes, both breasts continued to slam into each other in a perfect rhythm. The collisions were obviously painful for both girls, and occasional grunts, the reddening of both sets of boobs and sweat rolling down off both bodies was testament to the effort expended by both of them. Eventually Carole wrapped her arm around Lynne’s neck and dragged her to the floor. In my mind I thought of it as a mini victory for my wife with Carole being forced to suspend the duel. For a few seconds the two women rolled about, trying to get on top. Both had their hands in the others hair, but the absence of any objection from either woman obviated any need for me to adjudicate as to whether rules were being broken. Both girls tried to execute leg scissors around each other’s waists, but neither had the strength in their thighs to maintain the holds as their opponent struggled.
There was a constant changing of positions as each tried to dominate, often with one of the other managing to get to their knees or feet and then bending over to drive their body weight down. So I had myriad opportunities to gaze at their shaven pussies, intent on rewarding Lynne for the entertainment the girls were providing, but also reminded of the pleasure Carol’s body had given me. What I would have given to be able to renew carnal relations with her, but I knew that was never going to happen again.
Both girls were beginning to tire, and they began to roll, body to body, both breathing heavily, seeking the advantage as they approached exhaustion.
Finally Carole managed to achieve a superior position and to maintain it. She grabbed Lynne’s wrists and forced my wife’s hands either side of her head, lifting her own face slowly as she did so, and looking down at Lynne. Both were panting but it seemed clear that Lynne was the more tired of the two. ‘Time to admit that you’ve lost to a better women’ Carole said, eyes sparkling and with a grin on her face. Lynne continued to buck and twist but in an increasingly ineffective fashion. She said nothing, but her eyes blazed. Eventually the fight seemed to go out of her and she stopped her resistance. Carole moved up her body, making sure her wrists were safely held down by her head. Lifting her bottom she shuffled quickly forward so that her knees replaced her hands in immobilising Lynne’s wrists.
I suddenly realised what was going to happen, and duly Carole placed her pussy on Lynne’s chin, before grabbing Lynne’s hair and forced her mouth against Carole’s swollen pussy, followed by the simple instruction ‘Lick me, slut’.
For a few moments nothing happened, so Carole moved further up so that she could place my pussy directly over Lynne’s mouth, and began to grind on her mouth. Lynne stiffened and struggled briefly, before subsiding. Carole glanced across at me and slightly lifted herself from Lynne’s face, allowing me to see my wife’s tongue lapping at Carole’s labia folds – so far as I was aware my wife’s only sexual exploration of another woman. Carole’s eyes closed as her hips rolled and ground on Lynne’s face, and then she began to moan increasingly loudly and her movements became more spasmodic, until she fell forward onto her palms as her orgasm arrived.
When the final tremors had passed, she rolled off to the side. Both girls chests were heaving as they drew in air. I couldn’t move as I processed the fact that I had seen not only the erotic sight of two beautiful women competing, but also by the mesmerising picture of my wife being forced to sexually satisfy her friend. Almost without thinking my hand reached down to stroke my engorged cock, the head wet and slippery with precum.
I was on the verge of moving towards the girls when I saw Lynne stir and then rise to her knees. She stared intently at Carole and as she shuffled across I was momentarily alarmed that she was going to react badly to her defeat and humiliation. But instead she lifted one leg across Carole’s body, straddling her facing Carole’s feet, with her bottom resting on Carole’s breasts. There was no reaction from Carole, who lay still with her eyes closed. Lynne braced herself with her hands on the front of Carole’s thighs and began to ease her body backwards till her pussy was directly over Carole’s face. I swallowed hard as Lynne slowly lowered her ass down. Then I saw Carole’s hands move, reaching round to separate Lynne’s ass cheeks, before she raised her head and extended her tongue, darting into Lynne’s labia folds and cxnt. Lynne’s head went back and a moan of pure pleasure came from her open mouth, while I could hear Carole licking and sucking noisily.
Then Lynne slowly lowered her head, balancing on one hand while the other parted Carole’s pussy lips, and she began to match her friend tongue stroke for tongue stroke. Several times Lynne had to raise her face to moan, and it was clear that she was close to orgasm. She began to lose control and began to grind her cxnt onto Carole’s mouth. Soon Carole was also beginning to cum and I watched intently as their tongues drove each other into oblivion.
They slumped down, both totally spent, pussy juices clearly dripping from both cxnts. Lynne rolled away and after a while her eyes focussed on me, before saying ‘You have a choice – which of us do you want to fuck?’
Carole also turned her head to me, a serious look on her face. I looked from one to the other, speechless from what I had just seen and from the import of Lynne’s question. All of a sudden Carole began to giggle and Lynne’s face broke into a grin as Carole said ‘Don’t be cruel Lynne, I’m sure he will be able to service both of us, having been so inspired by his refereeing duties’.
They beckoned me towards the tarpaulin, Lynne saying ‘First ride is yours Carole – after all, you did win’. As I reached them, Carole got to her knees and indicated that I should lay back. I did so, still in something of a daze, my eyes on Lynne to ensure that she was genuinely ok with what was happening. She grinned back at me as Carole straddled me, and gently guided my cock into her pussy, before lowering herself onto me. She looked up at Lynne ‘I’m glad I’m so aroused, he feels so big’. She began to slowly slide up and down my cock, and I reached between us to allow my finger to gently stroke her clit, my spare hand on her hip, trying to regulate her tempo, eager that she didn’t bring me off too quickly. Suddenly a shadow crossed my face and I saw Lynne positioning her pussy above my face, lowering onto my mouth. I found her clit with my tongue, and sucked on it while lashing it with my tongue. I knew that she enjoyed her clit being treated in that way, and very quickly I felt her begin to tense. She leant forward, taking one of Carole’s breasts in her mouth, sucking hard and obviously lapping hard at the nipple. Carole picked up the pace - the strokes were still long, but much faster and I was struggling to keep from ejaculating. She began to moan and like Lynne I could feel her body tensing. I began to thrust upwards to meet Carole, desperate to time my orgasm with the girls. Suddenly I felt Lynne grinding her pussy onto my face and her thighs tightened as she came, head back and screaming. At the same time Carole went rigid, her body shaking as she began to spasm. I now relaxed and with a couple more long strokes erupted deep in Carole’s pussy.
As Lynne came down my cock slipped out of Carole, who groaned quietly, and sat back on her heels. My wife leant forward, dropped her head and began to lick the cum leaking from Carole’s pussy, while Carole herself slid two fingers into her cxnt, pulled them out and began to lick the juices from them.
The heat, elation in coming in such an intense fashion and relaxation at finding myself so unexpectedly involved led me to momentarily doze off. In the distance I heard a voice murmur ‘Oh no you don’t – you have more work to do’. I opened my eyes and looked down as Carole took my cock into her mouth. To my amazement I became immediately erect, as she probed my ass with her finger. Seconds later Lynne’s face appeared alongside Carole, and my head went back and I groaned with pleasure as their lips and tongues worked up and down the length of my cock, the sloppy sounds of their sucking mingled with moans as their fingers sought and entered the others cxnt.
Carole murmured ‘I think he’s ready’ and Lynne sat back on her heels before rising to straddle my cock, her back to me. Then she eased back as I began to thrust into her. I was desperate to empty my balls into her and I sensed that she was in a mindset where she wanted to be fucked hard and fast. I was happy to oblige, grabbing her hips to balance as I thrust fast and deep, enjoying the sound of her groans. I couldn’t see her face but this was of her favourite positions and I knew from the way that she synchronised her movements with my thrusts that she would be moving towards her climax. I could only hope that having cum once with Carole that I wouldn’t orgasm too quickly. But I was also desperate to ejaculate into my wife. Suddenly Lynne’s head bent back and there was an animal scream as she climaxed. I slowed my thrusts as Lynne fell back against me. I could see in the reflection in the glass French windows that Lynne was totally relaxed, not moving but with my cock still deep in her. I noticed a movement on the other side of her body and suddenly felt Carol’s warm mouth devour my balls and gently, wetly moved them around in her mouth.
Lynne lifted her bottom allowing Carole greater access to my balls and the base of my cock. I restarted my thrusts slowly and very deliberately, luxuriating in Lynne’s pussy contracting and then relaxing around my cock and responding to Carole’s greedy mouth on my balls. I felt my climax building until I erupted deep inside her. I became flaccid and my cock slipped out. Immediately Carole switched her attentions from my balls to Lynne’s dripping cxnt lips, licking out my cum.
This time I dozed off without any interference, awakening an hour or so later to a still warm evening. The girls had disappeared so I got up and entered the villa. I heard giggling from upstairs. I followed the sounds up the stairs up and along the corridor towards Carole’s room. The door was open and I looked in to see them back in the 69 position.
I walked towards the chair nearest to the bed and for the next 30 minutes had a grandstand view as they each sought to pleasure each other with fingers, lips, tongue and teeth, as well as scissoring each other. At one point Lynne even used her erect nipple to probe Carole’s pussy.
As I watched I was reminded of a comment by an old friend, something along the lines that a climax is the end for a guy, but represents only the start of a series for a woman.
Eventually the passionate performance subsided, and Carole beckoned to me to join them on the bed. I lay cuddled with them, all three of us totally spent and our breathing relaxed, and pondered how lucky I was to be able to enjoy two such sexy women.
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