Neither of us heard Mary come in, but we most definitely heard the door slam as she went out! All Karen and I could do was laugh as we lay in my bed, still breathing hard and sweating after a really good fuck.
She curled up next to me, and we drew a sheet over us. I asked if she wanted me to take her home, or if she wanted to spend the night.
Karen spoke quietly and said, “Mary will be all bitchy when I get home . So I’ll stay if you don’t mind.”
I didn’t mind at all. I did however go and lock the door. I’d had enough surprises for one night.
As we lay in bed, my mind wandered as to what would happen regarding my “friends with benefits” relationship with Mary. Not to mention a potential budding friendship with Karen.
As I drifted off to sleep, I figured I was in a no-lose situation. I wasn’t in a place in life where I was eager to get serious. So the risk of me getting emotionally hurt was minimal. With a little luck and understanding from both women, I might get to keep fucking them both!
The next morning I awoke to Karen curled up next to me. My cock in her hand and her head on my chest. As I stirred gently, she leaned down and took the head of my cock in her mouth, gently sucking and swirling her tongue around the head. When she heard my breathing change and things firmed up, she began taking more of me in her mouth. She teased me until I started bucking my hips. Then she popped up saying, ”Lie still and let me have my breakfast.” Then she went back to teasing, and her talents brought me closer to release. She was using her well-manicured hand to caress and scratch my balls. Every man knows how good that feels in the mornings! Then I announced to her, “I’m close!”
As I groaned, she pulled back a bit, and jet after jet covered her face. Some in her mouth, and across her nose and eyes. God, it felt so good.
Then as she sucked the last dribbles out of me, I suggested that we go get a shower.
As she passed the mirror in my bedroom, she caught a glimpse of herself. Her makeup smeared, ropes of cum across her face. She muttered, “What a mess!”
I pulled her to me and whispered, “You look beautiful!”
As she leaned back into me, I kissed her neck and cupped her breasts, rolling and pulling those nipples till she moaned. Then I stopped to turn the shower on. Once the water warmed up, we stepped into my shower.
I like a big shower area. This one could fit multiple people with ease. She turned initially to wash away the cum from her face and then she turned to soap and scrub me. I love it when a woman does that for me.
Karen took her time and scrubbed my back, shampooed my hair. Then I sat back on the bench and she shaved my face, with a little help in the tougher spots. It was marvelous!
But then, it was time to return the favor. After scrubbing every inch of her body, and I do mean every inch, I leaned down to suck one nipple in my mouth to tease her, while I was fingering that tight pussy. One, then two, then three fingers fit nicely! Simultaneously rubbing circles on her clit as I curled my fingers to find her G- spot. Shortly her hips were thrusting that sweet pussy, and her legs started to shake. The sounds and words coming out of her were amazing!
So I eased her back on the bench and spread her legs wide. I’m taking my sweet time kissing her thighs, working my way up her legs to that spot where leg, ass and pussy meet. That little curve is my favorite spot, kisses, and my hands parting her wide like a juicy peach. I dip my tongue to her cunt and start working back and forth from her ass to her clit. Using my thumbs to spread her canal wide.
It was about then she asked me to, ”Fuck that pussy!” I was so ready to do that.
I reached around and picked her up and lifted her up against the shower wall.. We kissed passionately as her arms were around my neck and I lifted her ass while her legs were over my arms. That pussy was at the right height to impale her on my cock.
We went at it, banging her against the wall until we both came and risked collapsing on the shower floor. After a kiss and a rinse, we turned the shower off and got out.
I told her as we dressed that I definitely owed her breakfast on the way to take her home. I also asked her if she wanted me to accompany her in when I dropped her off at her house to face Mary. She told me that she’d prefer to face her alone, but that wouldn’t mean I’d be off scot-free. I’d have to face Mary sometime.
After a short drive to a cafe and a hearty breakfast for the condemned man, we drove to their apartment.
Mary was waiting on her sister like a vulture waiting for her prey to die. Needless to say, discretion is the better part of valor, and I looked to depart as quickly as possible. Then Karen leaned over and gave me a big kiss, and I just knew it was to piss off her sister!
She walked toward the apartment, and as the door opened, all I heard was Mary screaming, “You bitch!” as I pulled away.
Later that day around two, I got a call from Karen letting me know that Mary was headed my way and coming in hot!
When I got the call, I was just finishing washing and rinsing my car, so I was hot, sweaty, and dirty. I thought I’d make a pitcher of margaritas and see if I could lighten Mary’s mood with alcohol.
When she pulled up, she looked great in the tiniest jean shorts and a little white tube top. As she walked up, she was “last-naming me.” I said, “You look hot.” Then she started going off about me fucking her sister. That’s when I opened up the hose on her and drenched her from head to foot!
That put a damper on her aggression, and I scooped her up so she couldn’t swing at me. She had slapped me before, last time she was mad at me, not that she could really do much damage!
I asked her what she was so pissed about, because we didn’t have any exclusivity in our seeing each other. As I picked her up, I tossed her over my shoulder and took her in the house. All along the way she was bitching at me! Calling me a “fucking dick”!
Finally, she growled at me, “MY FUCKiNG SISTER??”
I could only reply that the first time wasn’t my fault! Then I thought, “Oops!” Evidently, I had let the cat out of the bag.
“What do you mean, the FIRST TIME!?”
So I told her about her sister stepping in for her the night she reached out to me for a cock call, but was too drunk to make it here.
“My guess is you blabbed about how our arrangement worked and she followed your directions to the fucking letter!” “You also evidently told her that you have me on a string whenever you wanted!”
“My understanding was that neither of us had any claim on the other! I don’t care who you fuck and you have no right to say who I do!”
At that point, she backed off a bit and realized that we were both soaked from the hose.
Then I asked her if she wanted a margarita to chill a bit.
She said, “Yes, and can I have a towel?”
So on the way to the kitchen, I grabbed a towel and tossed it to her.
So I asked her, “Why are you so upset about me fucking your sister?” Isn’t she your best friend, and weren’t you treating me like we were just casual?”
Then, all the tears started to fall as she asked me, “Is she better than me?”
In my head, I heard a voice say, ”Don’t answer that!”
That is when the conversation started to sound like an episode of “Friends,” which didn’t turn out so well for Ross.
I walked over to hand her a drink and give her a hug. Her tears kept welling up as she told me how her sister was always more popular, more beautiful, smarter, and had better tits and ass than she did.
As I held her, I told Mary that there is nothing about her that is second best to anyone! I thought she was gorgeous, a lovely woman as a person and a fabulous fuck!
Then I asked her about why she had told Karen that she had me, sort of managed in the bullpen.
She said, “There are two reasons. First, I was kinda bragging on being with you. Second, was to kind of warn off her interest in you.”
Well, that kind of made me feel good, but I told her, “If you want to keep the dog on the porch, you got to pet him more than once in a while.” She giggled at the analogy. Then I told her, “You shouldn’t be cross with Karen, because I’m a friendly dog!
Then she leaned over and kissed me. One of those kisses where there was a message attached. I don’t know if that message was to show appreciation for telling her she was gorgeous, or for telling her that I loved fucking her, or to try to put the dog back on the porch with a shorter leash!
But I made the most of it, fondling her A-cup breasts and stripping her out of her clothes. Those tiny shorts were off in a flash, and I dove face first into that pussy trying to suck the life out of her and have her screaming in orgasm.
Meanwhile, she was sucking my cock to drive me crazy. And it worked. I groaned and blew a load in her mouth and across her cheek. That was enough to send her over the edge. She came with her legs shaking around my ears.
She kept fondling my cock, and soon I was solid enough to start fucking her.
It wasn’t long before I pushed her legs back and plunged just the first couple of inches in her cunt. With a series of slow, short strokes, I asked her what she wanted.
She said, “Fill me, fill my pussy.”
I said, ”That’s not what I meant. I was asking if you wanted an exclusive relationship!” With that question, I could feel her hesitate. We both knew that’s not what either of us wanted.
But I wanted her to say it! I wanted that mutual understanding, which would allow me to keep fucking Karen and Mary!
She finally acquiesced and admitted neither of us was ready to commit, but that she still wanted her cock-call privileges.
With that response out there, I went back to fucking that sweet little slut. Taking a hard effort to bring her up to the crest, then let her down slowly. Cycling up and down that hill till she rolled us over and rode me until she came hard.
As we were both lying there exhausted, I finally said, “While I love fucking you, Mary, and you are amazing, if you want first right of refusal, you need to be the first in line.”
After that fuck session and our talk, I wondered how all that would sit with Mary after her orgasmic high. But she left with kisses and all smiles, and a mutual understanding.
With Mary’s anger about her sister put to rest, I called Karen to let her know how things went. She sounded relieved that Mary had calmed down. Then I got a question from her: “Have you plans for dinner?
Well, I hadn’t any plans. It had been a long week, and I was beat. To top that off I had spent the earlier part of the Sunday fucking Karen, then Mary. I thought that I might give the girls time to sort out their situations relative to me fucking them both. But Karen was too good to pass up. So I made plans to take her to a quiet little wine garden place for dinner.
When I got to their apartment to pick up Karen, I got a surprise! Both women were there and planning to go. At first I was taken aback. Thinking that this could be very bad, but the demeanor of both seemed pretty chill. So the only immediate problem I had was that I was driving a two-seater convertible.
Both women together barely weigh as much as a solid grown man, so they squeezed into the car for the short ride to the restaurant. It seemed like there were legs, and arms, and asses, and tits everywhere in the car, but we managed easily enough.
At some point in conversation, I knew the subject of sex would come up. It was obviously the white elephant of the evening.
At the restaurant, we got a table on the patio overlooking the river. As calm and relaxing a scene as one could hope for. We ordered a bottle of wine, and things seemed to be going well.
We had been seated at a table, and I was feeling pretty good about being with the two most lovely women at the place. I told them both that they were lovely, and that I felt lucky to know them both. That I enjoyed the company of both and that I cared about both.
That’s when Mary said, ”So, you are planning on continuing to fuck us both?”
Well, that came like a lightning bolt out of the blue. I choked so hard that I nearly blew back my wine!
Karen sat there with a big shit-eating grin, and at that point I knew all the cards had to be on the table.
I told them, “Look, I didn’t create this situation. The fact that I am attracted to you both is not a surprising thing. Look at the two of you! Any man would be overjoyed to be with either of you!”
I explained that there are three or four choices.
First they could agree that both of them would stop seeing me. Not my preferred choice by any means!
Second, that they could set a schedule for who I see when, but that requires coordination, creates conflicts in things like who gets a better date. Where do I go with each—just a myriad potential problems. Plus, assuming I’m still having sex with both, there is potential jealousy.
Third option was that the two of them could decide which of them would continue to date me. That’s a no-lose option for me! But not one that I thought they would choose.
I suggested a fourth option. That they both shared a room as kids and they managed to work that out. That neither seemed to want me to date anyone outside our triangle, and by sharing me that they could keep me to themselves and yet each of them could date outside the trio.
At this point, we were two bottles of wine in and halfway through dinner. The fourth option seemed to sit well with all. So after dinner in honor of our decision, we shared a dessert at the restaurant and headed back to my house. It was a beautiful night, and on the ride back and I suggested that the jacuzzi would be a wonderful close to the evening.
Both agreed, despite neither having a swimsuit. Fortunately, privacy was not an issue. We all climbed in, and the warm water and bubbles combined with more breasts and asses than I could hope for made a wonderful way to seal our agreement.
