When I woke up on Saturday morning, the sun was streaming in the windows, and I was alone in our waterbed. My head pounded a bit from all the beer I drank last night. After my wife came home, the three of us -- me, Jodi, and Danielle -- sat up and finished a twelve-pack and watched a bad movie.
We sat on the couch underneath a blanket even though it was 93 degrees outside, and the air conditioner was working overtime. I'd changed out of my cum-stained pants and into shorts and a t-shirt when Danielle got home. Jodi was wearing one of my dress shirts and Danielle unbuttoned her blouse and let her petite breasts feel the air. The two ladies sat next to each other, and they let their hands roam as the movie lost their attention and they thought I wasn’t looking.
No one said anything about the enthusiastic sex that Jodi and I had finished seconds before Danielle got home. I thought I could smell cum and pussy juice in the air, but it may have been my guilty conscience. What I was not imagining was that my dick was still half hard sitting next to these two beautiful, half-naked women. Still, when the movie was over, we retired to our beds and passed out without further erotic exercise.
And now, here it was, 10 o'clock Saturday morning and I was just getting around. I made a quick pit stop in the bathroom and noticed the shower had been recently used by one of the girls. Jodi or Dani must be up and at 'em. I was curious to see what the day would bring. The three of us usually had a fun time on the weekends.
In the kitchen, the coffee was on, but the girls were nowhere to be found. I checked the driveway, and the cars were there. The living room was deserted. They must be in the guest room, I surmised, a smile crossing my face and a nasty thought flooded my hungover mind. I wondered what those two vixens could be up to. So, I headed back toward the bedrooms to check it out.
I knew my dear wife had her share of lesbian affairs when she was growing up because her dad chased her boyfriends away. He was mean and violent, and I stayed away from him at all costs even though I had the hots for Dani as soon as my thoughts turned to girls. Dani and I had talked about how there was just something special about cuddling with another woman that guys might not understand. The softness of their skin, the tender slopes of their curves, the juicy holes that offered tasty treats. Sometimes, Danie explained, a girl is the only one who can fully understand another girl's desires: she's not losing her mind trying to find a warm moist crevasse to drive a throbbing cock into like most men. Girls are different -- softer, gentler, more patient, and luxurious.
As I made my way down the hall toward the second bedroom, I felt that familiar surge in my crotch as my cock began to anticipate what discovery awaited behind the closed door. A step away, I heard a noise that left no doubt:
"Dani, I just love to suck on your tits," Jodi whispered just loud enough for me to hear in the hallway. "So tasty, so soft."
"Mm mm," I heard my wife murmur. "You are so good, so nice. You get my juices flowing. Mm mm."
I was in shock. Not a surprise, mind you. But the kind of shock when you can't believe your luck. I did not want to make a sound and break the magic spell of the carnal caper unfolding just feet from where I stood, my cock growing harder by the second. I inched closer and was pleased to see they had not closed the door entirely. Was that in their rush to get their clothes off or their desire to have a voyeur? I didn’t care. I was just grateful for the view.
Through the crack in the door, I could see the two of them on their knees in the center of the bed, mouths open and tongues darting here and there. Their hands roamed over their flaring hips and caressed the luscious globes of their asses. I stared at their neatly trimmed pubic bushes, Jodi's a beautiful auburn and Dani's a chestnut brown she cut back to leave her pussy lips bare as the day she was born.
