Chapter 5: Sex for Breakfast

SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON, FIVE YEARS EARLIER...

I’m twenty-one years old.

I miss the old Comic-Con, from when I was a kid. Artist panels, big personalities, culture and community coming together in celebration. These days, it’s just a public circle-jerk for the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or low-hanging fruit for short-form content creators that need you to “Smash that Like button!”

Kill me now.

There’s more than a hundred and thirty thousand people crammed into a building designed to accommodate crowds 10% this size. I’m functionally immobilized, being crushed on all sides by an ocean of sweaty nerds. Every bit as comfortable as I would be in the hold of a colonial-era slave ship.

Annie notices my discomfort and tugs on my arm, shouting, “Why don’t we go outside and get some air that doesn’t smell like aerosolized yak pee?”

We squeeze through the crowd like molasses and stagger out onto the sunny streets of San Diego. I can breathe again!

My girlfriend takes my hand and we stroll back to the hotel, where we’re sharing a hotel room with Mina. Hotels here go for an insane premium during Comic-Con, but Mina’s family is fucking loaded and she offered to let Annie and I sleep in her room for free, so we could all stay near the convention center.

Considering Mina’s generosity, I feel guilty that I’m not enjoying myself more on this trip...

We enter our hotel room and find Mina stripping off her clothes. Never mind, now I’m enjoying myself plenty.

“Sorry! I can wait in the hall!” I say, turning away like a gentleman.

“Don’t be silly, Tristan,” Mina says, “I’m not shy around YOU.”

Annie just shrugs and closes the door, trapping me in the room while this big-breasted goddess unsnaps her bra and strolls over to her suitcase, haphazardly covering her nipples with her fingers as she retrieves what looks like a handful of blue ribbon.

“Sorry I’m running late this morning, the cosplay makeup took longer than I expected.”

I realize I’ve been so focused on her tits, I’ve barely even noticed Mina’s eyes. She’s wearing intense mascara and fake lashes, with a flourish of deep blue eye shadow. It’s over-the-top but still really sexy. In fact-

Oh, good lord, now her pants are on the ground.

Mina’s wearing a nude-colored thong, and nothing else. She quickly applies some shiny blue pasties over her nipples, and then turns back to face me, no longer even pretending to hide her humongous tits from my gaze. For all the skimpy outfits she likes to wear, I’ve never seen Mina this close to actually being naked before. My mouth goes dry and I can’t look away. Playing it cool is not an option here.

I glance over at Annie and see she’s just as entranced by Mina’s nearly-naked figure as I am.

Mina has finally finished wiggling into her cosplay costume: a blue halter-top bra with black lacing across the cleavage, skimpy blue loincloth, exotic blue ninja mask, arm bands and bracers, and thigh-high boots over bare thighs. She’s wielding a pair of 3D-printed bladed fans that could decapitate a man with a single swipe.

She’s like an X-rated cross between a ninja and Princess Jasmine. If you play video games, you’d recognize her as Kitana from Mortal Kombat 9, the kind of girl who can literally make your head explode with a peck on the cheek.

“Geeze, Mina!” Annie stammers. “I’m glad I didn’t dress up this year, there’s no way I could compete with that!”

It’s the end of the day now, and Mina is struggling to walk after spending the entire day in thigh-highs and stiletto heels. She staggers down the sidewalk on wobbly ankles, as if she just stepped off a rollercoaster, leaning on me and Annie for support.

“Hey Chun Li, ‘Get over here!’” a voice calls from behind us.

There’s a pair of drunken dude-bros following us. The shorter one–unabashedly proud of his incorrect video game reference–pantomimes hurling a harpoon and pulling Mina towards him.

Mina politely laughs off the attempt and we walk inside the hotel.

Except, now those two creeps are following us through the lobby and into the hallway. They speed up, walking right behind us, uncomfortably close to Mina.

“Excuse me guys, that’s close enough,” Annie says curtly.

The tall one puts an arm around my girlfriend’s shoulders. “Hey, don’t be jealous of your friend, cutie. If you dressed like that, you’d be getting plenty of attention too.”

“Back off!” Mina says.

The shorter one sticks his phone between Mina’s legs to snap an unwanted photograph up under her loincloth.

“What the fuck?!” she shouts.

Suddenly, my right hand is exploding with pain and the amateur photographer is lying flat on his ass, blood spraying from his nose. I pick up his phone and hurl it against the wall, where it cracks into pieces. But I’m no beefy knight in shining armor, just a skinny college student. The guy stays down for maybe two seconds before he’s back up on his feet. Then I feel his friend pinning my arms behind my back, a fist slams into my guts, and I immediately forget how I’m supposed to put air in my lungs.

Fuck-fuck-fuck! This hurts so much more in real life than the movies would have you believe.

The girls are screaming for help. Other people nearby start to notice what’s up. The two dude bros grab my phone and smash it in retaliation, then run off screaming about what a “slut whore” Mina is.

It’s the middle of the night, but none of us can sleep. My hand has swollen to the size of a softball from punching that guy, meaning I definitely did more damage to myself then I did to him. Probably gonna wind up with a hospital bill I can’t afford to pay.

Real badass, Tristan.

Luckily for me, Annie and Mina are here to keep my spirits up. They’re laying on either side of me in the room’s single queen-sized bed, snuggling close. Caressing my chest with their fingers and planting tiny kisses on my neck and shoulders.

I know it’s idiotic, but my hetero-male brain immediately starts thinking “threesome!” and my dick responds accordingly to the suggestion. There’s nothing I can do to hide it; the huge tent in my boxer shorts is plainly visible to both of them.

“Looks like somebody’s enjoying all the attention,” Mina observes.

“Aww honey, are you having dirty thoughts right now?” Annie asks innocently.

“He’s got two sexy babes in his bed,” Mina teases. “Of course he’s having dirty thoughts. It must be sooo frustrating.”

Annie plants a gentle kiss on my swollen hand, adding, “But my brave man hurt his hand! Now there’s nothing he can do to relieve all that frustration, is there?”

“Not unless he’s a lefty,” Mina joked.

“Or ... unless I give him a little help,” Annie smirks.

My cock twitches as she says it. Mina grins like a supervillain.

“Do it,” she whispers.

Slowly, Annie reaches her fingers below my boxer shorts and she starts pumping my shaft in full view of her roommate. Mina’s eyes lock onto the spectacle.

I suck in a breath through my teeth. I’ve been horny ALL DAY, thanks to Mina’s skimpy Kitana outfit. Annie wasn’t wrong when she said I needed some relief.

Mina chews anxiously on her lip, clearly aroused by what she’s seeing. She gives her shirt a playful tug, as if she’s going to whip it off, and asks, “Hey Annie? You mind if I give your man a little ‘extra inspiration’ right now?”

She tugs at her shirt again, making sure we both know what she’s proposing.

“Just this once,” Annie breathes.

Beaming with pride, Mina peels off her shirt and lets her breasts tumble free. No pasties, this time. Those naked tits are fully out in the open and staring me in the face. Huge and round, capped with thick, burgundy nipples. Bouncing and swinging as she teasingly shakes her chest from side to side.

“Holy fuck...” I groan. The girls giggle at my reaction.

Annie starts stroking faster, and I can already feel my orgasm approaching. Mina gropes and squeezes her own boobs. She twists her nipples and moans, really making a show of it.

My hips are shaking now, reflexively thrusting against Annie’s grip as my climax surges forward.

I reach my uninjured hand towards Mina’s chest, but I remember myself at the last second and pull away. Mina cocks her head at Annie and throws a glance that silently asks, “What do you think?”

In reply, Annie picks up my hand and places it on Mina’s enormous bare breast.

I’m panting now as I squeeze and grope, provoking a sexy series of gasps from Mina. Soft flesh overflows around my fingers. The firm bud of her nipple scrapes against my palm.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna...”

“Come for us, baby,” Annie pleads.

I explode inside my boxers, soaking through the material.

Pleased with themselves, the girls return to their comfortable positions at my sides. Mina slips her shirt back on. The moment recedes into memory.

“Wow,” I mutter, knowing this must have been a once-in-a-lifetime event...

PRESENT DAY

I woke to find a few scant rays of real, honest-to-god sunshine streaming through the window. It was still raining on and off, but at least it no longer felt like we were hapless bystanders for the end of the world. Beside me, Annie continued slumbering peacefully, a naked angel all tuckered out after our night of debauchery.

I threw on some sweats and shambled out past the living room, where the crumpled clothes we’d all abandoned the night before still lay strewn about–a stark reminder that everything had really, truly transpired. In the kitchen, I found Mina brewing up a fresh pot of coffee. Her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail and she was wearing a bright yellow shirt above a comfy old pair of boxer shorts.

“Oh good! Somebody else is up!” She brightened at the sight of me and thrust her coffee mug into my grateful mitts. “I was going stir-crazy out here all by myself.”

I warmed myself with a long sip of her coffee, then handed the mug back to Mina with a smile.

“So ... you and Erik are cool with what happened last night?” I asked

“Oh, hell yes! Chris was every bit as yummy as I’d always dreamed he’d be, and Erik–well, he’s had the hots for Annie ever since he met you guys, so last night was pretty cathartic for both of us. Just like I’m sure it was for you and Lisa, finally screwing after all these years?”

I nodded, “It was a lot, all at once, but yeah, Lisa was pretty amazing. She and I always had this...”

“Incredible, unfulfilled sexual tension?”

I nodded. “Lisa was my first-ever sexual fantasy when I was a kid.”

“For real? No fucking way! Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, with a face card like Lisa’s. And you finally got to make that fantasy come true? How did reality measure up?”

“Better,” I grinned.

“God, that’s wild! That’s so hot, damn!”

I was starting to feel self-conscious, so I decided to change the subject:

“How long have you been awake?” I asked.

“Ugh, like two hours! I woke up early, but I’ve been so horny, I couldn’t fall back asleep. I tried jumping Erik’s bones, but he was out cold. I came out here thinking I’d read a book, but I couldn’t concentrate. I’m just too antsy, thinking about what went down last night.”

She brought the coffee mug back to her lips.

“I’m pretty sure we all ‘went down’ on somebody last night,” I smirked.

Mina snorted mid-sip, spilling hot coffee down her front. She snatched up a fistful of paper towels to dab herself dry.

“Ouch! Ow-ow-ow! Goddamit, Tristan, why’d you make me laugh? Now I’m gonna have coffee-flavored nipples!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Yeah, you wish!”

She gave me a playful slap on the shoulder and we both took a moment to enjoy each other’s company in silence.

A quick peak out the kitchen window reinforced just how devastating yesterday’s storm had been. Palm fronds and picket fences lay strewn across the road, as if a tornado had blown through. It was a miracle the electricity had been restored.

“The beaches will have to be closed for a while. No telling when the roads will be cleared enough for us to drive anywhere,” I observed.

“So, we’re gonna be stuck inside again, today?”

“Looks that way.”

Mina nodded thoughtfully. Then she looked down at the coffee stain on her chest, shrugged her shoulders, and whipped her shirt up and over her head.

“Uh-” I stammered.

“If we aren’t going anywhere today, why bother getting dressed?” Mina said matter-of-factly, as if it was a perfectly rational explanation for exposing her tits to me in broad daylight.

Before I could form words, she also shimmied out of her boxer shorts and stood before me, completely nude, exposing a baby-soft, smooth-shaven twat.

Then she turned away from me to face the sink, gently rinsing the rest of the spilt coffee off her bare breasts. Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window, hitting the water droplets on her chest and casting a heavenly glow across those glorious curves. Her soft round rump kept staring me in the face, my eyes fixating on the cute little dimple above her butt cheeks.

No doubt about it, this woman was a goddess. An earthly manifestation of lust, curves, and carnal hunger.

Unable to restrain myself, I gave Mina’s ass a good, solid smack. She gasped in surprise, but then let out a silly little growl and flashed me a look of obviously-fake outrage.

“Spanking another man’s wife?! How dare you?” she pouted, defiantly planting her hands on her hips.

“Serves you right for being such a tease, and you know it,” I smirked.

“You think, just because your wife fucked my husband last night, that suddenly means I’m your property?”

She took another step towards me, until the pointed tips of her wet nipples were dangerously close to leaving damp spots on my shirt.

“Because,” Mina added, more quietly this time, “that would mean you’re mine, too.”

Suddenly, her teasing was starting to feel more like foreplay. I wasn’t sure what the rules of engagement were, anymore.

“Mina, what are we-”

“Am I interrupting something?” came the sound of Annie’s voice. Mina and I spun around to see my wife leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, raising a curious eyebrow at Mina’s lack of clothes.

Mina shook her head, “Not at all, I was just explaining to your husband here that, after last night, there’s really no point in us wearing clothes around the house anymore. I mean, what’s a little casual nudity between friends?”

“Uh-huh,” Annie laughed. She considered for a moment, then said, “Ah, what the hell,” and yanked off her own clothes, leaving me all alone in the kitchen with two impossibly sexy, fantastically naked women.

They looked right at me, grinning, curious to see how I’d respond.

“You guys look pretty pleased with yourselves right now,” I joked, “but in a minute you’re gonna realize that being naked isn’t so awesome when you’re grilling up a pan of bacon.”

Mina sidled up to me and gave me a strong smack on the ass in retaliation for the one I’d just given her. “Good point, Tristan! Thanks for volunteering to make us breakfast.”

I felt her hand give my butt a quick squeeze, then Mina sashayed off into the living room to sit on the sofa, sipping her coffee and enjoying the sunlight on her naked skin.

Annie just shook her head, amused by her friend’s brazen behavior. “Not an ounce of shame on that one. I’ve always been so jealous of how fearless she is when it comes to her body.” For a few torturous seconds, she gently stroked me through my pants. “You seem to be a pretty big fan of Mina’s exhibitionist side, too.”

I didn’t say anything, I just blatantly ogled my wife’s body while my fingers cupped her delicate pussy. She unfurled for me, and a single fingertip curled up inside.

Annie licked her lips at the sensation, whimpering, “What do you think’s gonna happen today?”

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but whatever it is, you’re my girl.”

“Yeah I am!” she grinned. She gave me a quick, fierce kiss, and then followed Mina into the living room, leaving me with an extremely uncomfortable boner.

I put a lot of effort into making breakfast that morning, both to clear my head and because I figured it wouldn’t hurt to win some bonus gratitude points from the women. While I worked in the kitchen, I overheard the occasional fragment of whispered gossip coming from the other room, where Mina and Annie huddled conspiratorially on the couch, giggling like a pair of school girls.

“ ... shape felt so different inside me.”

“ ... if Tristan had picked my panties out of the bag, instead of Lisa’s?”

“ ... gave you permission?”

“ ... make it weird, but yeah, I’ve always wanted to.”

“ ... obsessed with your boobs.”

I finally emerged from the kitchen brandishing a feast of bacon, waffles, frittatas, fruit salad, and a round of screwdrivers. Mina and Annie’s smiles instantly told me my efforts had paid off. It’s one thing for two beautiful women to compliment your cooking, but it’s another thing entirely for two NAKED beautiful women to compliment your cooking.

Annie raised a suspicious eyebrow in my direction and asked, “Sweetie? How come you’re not naked?”

“Hey, I was working with an open flame!”

“No, no, Annie has a point,” Mina said. “It’s not fair that us girls are the only ones taking our clothes off.”

Annie grabbed hold of my shirt and started tugging. I pretended to struggle for a moment, then made a show of my surrender and let her strip my torso bare.

“That’s a good boy. And now the main course,” Annie instructed, gesturing down at my sweatpants. Resigned to my fate, I stood up and sighed, “Well, I am a firm believer in equality between the sexes...”

Annie slowly peeled down my waistband, teasing Mina with anticipation until, at last, my cock sprang free and stood up at full attention.

“A VERY firm believer,” Mina observed.

“Mmm, breakfast sausage,” Annie grinned, giving me a sexy squeeze in full view of our friend. Then she surprised me by leaning forward and gently sucking my cockhead between her lips. I felt my knees wobble as Annie made a show of sucking and teasing, circling the smooth tip with her tongue. Mina watched the display with wide eyes, nibbling on her lower lip and rubbing her thighs together.

Annie finally pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva suspended between her lips and my dick.

“Hey, don’t stop on my account!” Mina whined.

Annie smirked, pleased with her little game of cock-tease. I had to hold onto the table to steady myself as I sat my naked ass back down. It was starving, but it was hard to concentrate on eating with my eyes darting back and forth between the beautiful babes sitting on either side of me.

We were all ravenous, it turned out. I’d cooked enough food for ten people, but the three of us put a pretty good dent in it.

“So, ladies...” I asked, taking a deep breath to calm myself down, “What was your favorite part about last night?”

Mina raised an eyebrow at my choice of words. “My favorite ‘part?’ Well, Chris’s did have this ONE part which definitely stood out for me above all the others.”

The women laughed, sending a very enjoyable series of jiggles through their bare breasts.

“Har har. Fine, I walked into that one. Okay, let’s try again: what was your favorite THING last night? Wait, no, that doesn’t work either. Favorite MOMENT last night?”

Mina scrunched up her face in thought. “The fucking was awesome, but honestly? The best moment was right before that, when Lisa completely lost control and screamed out what we were all thinking, that she actually wanted to go all the way. No limits, no rules. That moment when that whole veneer of ‘we’re just playing’ all broke down and there was no turning back. THAT was a moment I’ll never forget, as long as I fucking live.”

Mina threw back the rest of her screwdriver to calm her nerves. “God, it gets me horny just thinking about it,” she groaned.

“How about you?” I asked Annie. “Favorite moment?”

“No, you first!” she giggled.

“Okay ... I’ll say it was right at the end, hearing everybody coming together, one after another. It’s like Mina said, it was that feeling of everyone coming loose at the seams. And all the girls sounded so sexy, moaning and groaning and screaming like that.”

“Now you, Annie,” Mina insisted.

Annie blushed, thinking back on her memories of the night’s events. “Can my answer be a tie? I can’t decide. It’s either the moment when Erik first, you know, put it in me-”

“Mjolnir,” Mina corrected.

“ ... Thor’s hammer?” Annie asked.

Mina shook her head. “Erik’s dick. It’s our nickname for it in the bedroom. Last night he told me you were definitely worthy to wield it.”

Annie cocked her head in amusement. “That’s ... actually really flattering and kind of sweet. So, Option A would be getting fucked by Mjolnir, because, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Mina agreed. “It’s like eighty percent of the reason I married the guy.”

“And Option B would be the first time I saw Tristan and Lisa having sex. Like, I already knew they were doing it–I could hear them–but it was so dark I couldn’t actually see what was happening, and then, BAM! Lightning! And there they were, on the floor together. All naked, and thrusting, and moaning. That was incredible.”

“You have an unexpected voyeurism kink?” Mina asked.

“No, that’s not–okay, maybe a little. But mostly, it just felt really liberating. I had been carrying around all this guilt for years, because Tristan had never been with another woman besides me. All that guilt just washed away in one second. I felt so happy for him.”

“Aww, Annie!” Mina smiled, “You are like the sweetest person in the world.”

I nodded in agreement, “Of course she is. It’s like 80% of why I married her.”

Then I grabbed Annie’s chair, scooted it across the floor towards me, and pulled her naked body onto my lap for a kiss. Annie’s firm tits pressed against my chest as her tongue eagerly stroked across mine.

“Speaking of which, is there anything else I can give you to make you happy on this trip?” Annie asked, her voice suddenly taking on a flirtatious tone.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever needed, Annie.”

She smiled at that, then pointedly glanced back over her shoulder towards Mina. “Maybe, but I’m not the only one you’ve ever wanted. Tell me, honey, how many times have you jacked off over the years, thinking about Mina?”

Mina choked in surprise at Annie’s blunt line of questioning.

“Annie! You’re gonna make me spill my coffee again!”

I blushed as I tried to think of how to respond, “I, uh, don’t think the world’s mathematicians have invented numbers that high yet.”

Annie extricated herself from my lap and strolled over to where Mina was sitting. She curled her fingers through her friend’s hair and teased, “Mina? How about you? Have you ever touched yourself at night, imagining it was my husband down there?”

Mina’s eyes flashed, excited. “Are you kidding? Our freshman year, I had to listen to you guys fuck like every night! I heard the way Tristan made you moan. You think I wasn’t dreaming of what it would feel like to get some of that for myself?”

Annie nodded thoughtfully, then she reached down to the plate of waffles in front of Mina, scooped up a fingerful of maple syrup, and circled back around the table to where I was sitting. There was a smug, almost predatory look in her eyes, like a cat who knows she’s cornered a mouse.

“Stand up, Tristan,” she ordered.

I obediently rose to my feet, my naked erection pointing across the table like a compass needle, magnetic north at Mina’s sexy smile. Annie playfully smeared syrup across my mouth.

“Mina, would you mind cleaning this up?” Annie asked.

Silently, Mina got up and walked around the table towards us, her heavy breasts swaying hypnotically with every step. Annie raised her still-syrupy fingers and fed them to Mina, who made quite a spectacle of licking and sucking them clean.

“Mmm,” Mina cooed sexily.

Then, removing the final shred of doubt about what she wanted to happen, Annie withdrew her fingers from Mina’s mouth and turned her to face me, slowly guiding our faces together.

Mina melted hungrily against my kiss. Her tongue teased over my mouth and chin, and she sucked hard on my lower lip. I felt her enormous boobs collide with my body, smooth mountains of flesh molding to the shape of my chest.

A deep groan escaped my mouth.

Greedy for more, my arms ensnared her, pinning her arms at her sides and trapping those glorious curves against me. Mina’s thick, puckered nipples slid back and forth across the muscles of my chest. My erection was an iron bar pressing into her soft tummy.

Last night, kissing Lisa had left my head spinning. It had been intoxicating, but messy with feelings. Kissing Mina this morning was wildly different. Just raw, uncomplicated animal lust. A primal need, deep in the pit of my stomach. An overwhelming urge to throw her to the ground and thrust myself deep inside her writhing body.

Mina finally broke away from my lips, gasping for air. She staggered back, bumping against the edge of the breakfast table. Her cheeks, throat, and cleavage were flushed pink with excitement.

“Damn Tristan, you really know how to kiss a girl,” she panted.

“You guys are so hot together,” Annie moaned nearby. Hearing my wife’s voice temporarily brought me out of my erotic trance, and I took a moment to catch my breath.

“You’ve both wanted to fuck for so long, it hardly seems right keeping you apart,” Annie cooed, wrapping her fingers around my dick. “You’ve had to keep those urges in check, haven’t you? Day after day. Year after year. All because of little ol’ me...”

Annie started pumping my shaft with slow, deliberate strokes. She grinned as she spoke, “I want you to look at Mina, sweetie. Really take a good, hard look.”

Mina hopped her naked ass up onto the breakfast table, tits bouncing from the effort. She spread her thighs to present me with an unobstructed view of her smooth, wet cunt.

“Good God, Mina,” I grunted with desire.

Annie kept stroking me, using her free hand to gently squeeze my aching balls. “I want to see what happens when you two cut the bullshit and really enjoy yourselves.”

Then she released her hold on me and walked back over to the breakfast table, where Mina was waiting. Annie picked up the syrup dispenser and carefully positioned it above Mina’s chest. Sensing what my wife was trying to do, Mina arched her back and thrust out her big, juicy tits expectantly.

My jaw fell open as Annie drizzled sweet golden syrup all over her friend’s nipples. A single, gooey droplet gathered for a moment at the peak of one perfect bud, and then dripped down to pool on Mina’s upper thigh.

“Okay Tristan, now it’s your turn for cleanup duty,” Annie whispered.

I took a halting step towards the breakfast table, but froze as the realization of what was happening finally hit home. “We should ... talk to Erik first. Make sure he’s okay with...” I trailed off as Mina dipped a hand between her legs and started rubbing.

“Erik and I already talked about this last night,” Mina moaned. “We decided, for the rest of this trip, we’re done with rules. ANYTHING goes.”

My heart was pounding like a drum. Mina’s eyes dropped to my dick. The fingers on her mound started stroking faster.

“Go on, baby. Don’t leave this poor girl waiting,” Annie teased.

I closed the final foot of distance between us and dropped my face to Mina’s tits.

“Ahh!” she whined.

I sucked a big, sticky nipple into my mouth, savoring the sweetness of the syrup. Mina’s fingernails found my back and dug in, clinging to me for support as I released her and then immediately attacked the other nipple, swirling my tongue.

While I devoured Mina’s breasts, Annie pressed her naked body to my back, planting kisses across my shoulder blades. Her hand reached down once again for my penis, grasping firmly so she could feel every twitch and spasm.

“Fuck yeah!” Mina whimpered, and I feasted on her with a renewed fury. I mauled those tits like a lion, squeezing and suckling, mashing pillowy flesh against my face until I thought I might suffocate. All the while, my wife kept a firm grip on my dick, not offering me a moment’s respite from all the stimulation.

I finally released her tits and pulled Mina in for another ferocious kiss on the lips, tasting her moans inside my mouth.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy now,” I whispered.

“Yes please,” she shuddered.

I twirled my tongue down between her breasts, over her soft stomach, and across her clean-shaven pubic mound, finally circling the outskirts of her most intimate regions. The rough stubble on my jaw rubbed the silky-soft skin of Mina’s inner thigh. She was dripping wet, rivulets of slippery desire shimmering in the lips of her cunt. Her scent was overpowering.

I flicked up my eyes to see Annie leaning over the breakfast table, carefully extracting a handful of sliced peaches from the fruit salad. Eyes sparkling with mischief, she positioned her hand directly above Mina’s crotch and clenched her fist, crushing the fruit into a stream of peach nectar. It dribbled down directly into her friend’s pussy, and I took that as my cue to go in for the kill.

I sucked Mina’s delicate folds into my mouth, tugging at the lips, teasing my tongue inside her body. Peach nectar mixed with pure arousal. She turned to putty in my hands. The pad of my tongue stroked up her slit until I felt the tiny bullet beneath...

“Ahhhh, right there,” she moaned.

With my mouth otherwise occupied on her clit, I found the opportunity to slip a pair of fingers inside Mina’s slippery wet folds, all the way to the knuckle.

Fingers might never be a proper substitute for a good hard cock, but Annie had taught me long ago that they have their own unique advantages when pleasing a woman. Chief among these advantages: dexterity. Fingers can twist, bend, spread, stroke, and rotate to a degree that an ordinary Earthling penis just isn’t capable of matching. I loved eating pussy, but Annie always told me that my “magic fingers” were my secret weapon.

Mina definitely wasn’t expecting those fingers to feel as good as they did.

“Holy shit!” she shrieked, spastically throwing her head back like a Pez dispenser. Her hips went into overdrive, urgently fucking my face. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it back and forth with the tip of my tongue.

With my free hand, I reached up and grabbed at her nipple, pinching, twisting, tugging...

Her breaths came ragged now, struggling to escape her lungs as she raced wildly towards climax.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh, Tristannn!!!”

Once her muscle spasms had finally relaxed, Mina pulled me back to my feet and gave me a big, messy kiss of gratitude.

“Ohh. That was ... Goddamnit, Annie. You’ve been keeping that all to yourself this whole time?!” she laughed.

Annie placed her hands on my shoulders and pulled me in for yet another kiss, this time tasting Mina on my lips.

“You’re gonna get yours next,” I warned my wife.

“All in good time,” she corrected, gently nudging me away.

Annie sat me down on a chair, so that my boner was pointing straight up at the ceiling. I expected her to mount me, but instead she reached back and retrieved the syrup dispenser from the breakfast table again, poured some thick, golden syrup into her palm, and slowly smeared it down my length.

“Mina? Clean up on aisle seven?” Annie teased. She didn’t need to ask twice.

My busty friend slid herself to the floor, her legs wobbling like liquid rubber from her recent orgasm. She crawled on all fours towards my chair, breasts swaying, and took up position between my legs–my syrupy dick standing perfectly level with her mouth.

Mina examined it curiously, then asked, “Hey Annie? You know those pornos where the two girls blow the guy at the same time?”

“You mean, like, every porno ever?” Annie giggled, kneeling down beside Mina. “Absolutely.”

“This can’t be real,” I groaned.

But it was. Mina slid her lips up from the base of my cock to the tip, leaving a trail of syrup behind as she pulled away. A moment later, Annie leaned into the other side of me with a big, slobbery lick that likewise left sticky strands of syrup dangling from her mouth.

“It’s so messy,” Mina laughed.

Then my eyes practically popped out of my head as the two women brought their mouths together–my shaft trapped helplessly in the middle–sucking and licking the syrup in a whirlwind of lips and tongues. It was sensory chaos; stimulation coming from more directions than I could process.

Annie gripped the base of my cock and held me in position as Mina wrapped her lips around my mushroom head and descended down, inhaling inch after inch of rigid meat. The sponge of her tongue caressed me, and her delirious moans vibrated the shaft like a tuning fork.

After a few blissful minutes, Mina pulled her mouth off my dick with an audible pop and then held it steady while Annie sucked it like a lollipop. Annie even grazed her teeth across the smooth dome at the tip, something she knew had a tendency to drive me crazy in the bedroom.

When my wife finally withdrew to give Mina another turn in the driver’s seat, the buxom goddess surprised me with a special treat: she reached out her delicate little fingers, scooped up her huge, heavy tits, and crushed them together around my dick.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I groaned, pleasure shooting through every hyper-sensitive nerve as Mina pumped her succulent breasts up and down my erection. Smooth flesh slapped audibly against my thighs on every downstroke, jiggling from the impact.

My vision was blurring, but I was vaguely aware of my wife getting up and running into the kitchen while Mina kept up her incredible titty-fuck. My hands shot out and aggressively squeezed those glorious breasts even tighter around my shaft. I pushed my thumbs against the buds of her nipples, strumming them in circles to tease her as payback for blowing my mind like this.

Annie returned from the kitchen a few seconds later with a jar of coconut oil.

“Ooh, all-natural. Good call!” Mina cheered, pulling her boobs away from me long enough for my wife to apply a thorough coating of edible lubricant. I never could have dreamed that one day, I’d be watching my sweet, adorable Annie rubbing her hands all over Mina’s hot fucking tits like a porn star.

Annie didn’t miss a spot, either. She caressed every inch of her friend’s chest, making sure there wasn’t a single micrometer of skin that wouldn’t glide across my erection like melted butter.

Before Mina could recommence her titfuck, Annie even treated herself to an extended taste of her friend’s nipples, laughing wickedly as she tugged with her teeth.

“Jesus, Annie! What are you-oooh!-doing? I can’t believe you’d just-ahhh! Fuck, who knew you were such a crazy slut?” Mina groaned deliciously.

I was actually grateful for the momentary reprieve, even beyond the unforgettable image of my wife sucking on her friend’s big tits. The excitement and wild stimulation of the past few minutes had brought me dangerously close to my precipice. By the time Annie had finished her sapphic play, my head was back in the game and I was ready to go the distance with these gorgeous women.

The flesh of Mina’s tits enveloped me once more, this time sliding and slipping around my rigid shaft in blissful agony. I smelled the aroma of coconut rising from all that glistening cleavage as Mina went to work. Her eyes flared with diabolic glee.

Then Annie upped the ante even further by scooting over and dropping her open mouth down between Mina’s boobs, catching the tip of my cock every time it speared up into view.

“Ahhh!” I roared. “Enough of this! I’m fucking you both!”

The women squealed with delight as I grabbed hold of them and slid down to the floor, pulling us all into a syrup and coconut-scented pile of naked limbs. They both felt so different, wrapped up in my arms: Mina’s expansive curves and hourglass figure vs. Annie’s toned tush and long, slender legs. Both unbearably sexy in their own unique ways.

Annie’s brilliant red hair cascaded down over my eyes, temporarily blinding me. Lips and hands caressed my face as I blindly fought to make sense of which body part belonged to which woman.

At last, I had my prize–my Annie–pinned beneath me. I spread her supple thighs apart to accommodate my raging hardness...

“No, Mina first,”Annie insisted with a whimper.

I paused, letting her words sink in. I reminded myself that this was Annie’s half of the fantasy; watching me get to enjoy Mina to the fullest. She wanted us to consummate that promise before she took pleasure for herself.

I nodded and rolled off of my wife, finding Mina laying patiently at our side, wet and waiting.

“Thank you Annie,” Mina smiled.

Mina rolled me onto my back like a judo master, her crazy tits flopping wildly in the process. Chestnut hair fell in a curtain across her cleavage, errant strands clinging to the shimmering coconut oil. Down below, I felt creamy thighs straddle my hips as she dropped her weight down, pinning my shaft down against her drooling slit.

I grabbed hold of Mina’s gorgeous ass and slid her back and forth, teasing those soft, sopping pussy lips along the underside of my cock, feeling them unfold. My dick was completely soaked in her juices before I’d even slid inside.

Mina doesn’t get wet, she gets DRENCHED, I thought smugly to myself.

“Give it to her,” Annie urged.

I had no intention of waiting one second longer. I cupped my hands beneath Mina’s ass and lifted her up–higher and higher–until my angry penis was finally able to spring back into its natural position, pointing directly up at her boiling cunt...

“Ahhhhh!!!!” Mina screamed, most definitely waking up the rest of the household as she impaled herself on me. Feminine heat gripped me like a vice as she slid down my pole, collapsing onto my chest with a flurry of kisses and a torrent of desire.

In a flash, my hips were bucking, my thighs crashing up against the generous cushion of her buttocks with every thrust.

“Yes! Take her, you fucking stud!” Annie moaned in my ear. I glanced over and realized my wife had already inserted her fingers up her snatch to match our movements.

Mina’s whole body shook from my actions, smooth flesh rippling from the incessant impacts of my body slamming into hers. She finally managed to compose herself enough to sit back up and ride me properly, hands braced against my abdominals. Her tits bounced and shook, overloading my field of vision.

And what a vision it was.

Taking charge again, I flipped Mina onto her back and hooked her knees up over my shoulders for better leverage as I plowed her depths. From this angle, I could feel the curved head of my cock stroking Mina’s spongy G-spot on every withdrawal, causing her eyes to roll back into her head. Pleasure building ... building...

I rolled Mina over again, onto all fours this time, and twisted around to line myself up behind her. Mina wiggled her ass invitingly, and I dove right in, pounding her cunt and bringing my palm down hard across her butt cheeks again and again.

Mina’s trance-like moans turned into incoherent muttering as her second orgasm approached on the horizon. Figuring she’d enjoy a little more direct clitoral stimulation, I reached around with one hand to strum her button. Mina’s arms promptly gave out and she collapsed tits-first down onto the carpet, screaming and moaning, her juicy butt still up in the air, getting railed.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair with my other hand and gave it a sharp tug, provoking a shriek of excitement. The sudden sensation shattered her nervous system into pieces, and a flood of pleasure immediately filled in the cracks.

“Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Oh godddddd!!!” she screamed, her whole world collapsing into an avalanche of ecstasy.

I was desperate to come at that point, but first I owed my incredible wife her own climax. Summoning all my willpower, I pulled out of Mina’s spasming slit and tried to get my heart rate under control...

Annie practically tackled me from the side. She had worked herself into a frenzy watching me and Mina, and now she was ready for some release. She reached down to guide my dick between her thighs and let out a grateful gasp as I bottomed out, as if she had breached the surface of the ocean after nearly drowning. Filled to the brim, Annie immediately started grinding, fiercely smashing her clit against me.

“You’re both so beautiful when you’re fucking,” Mina sighed, cuddling her post-orgasmic body up against us. She stroked her hand lovingly across Annie’s cheek, then snuggled up behind her, reaching around with both hands to fondle her breasts.

“Mina...” Annie whimpered. She glanced back over her shoulder and parted her lips expectantly–an offer Mina happily embraced with a slow, sensual kiss.

As I watched their exploratory kiss unfold before my eyes, Mina trailed her fingertips down Annie’s stomach, through the dainty red curls of pubic hair, and finally into the heated space where my cock was rapidly thrusting up into my wife’s body.

I felt Mina’s fingers brush against me, but it was just a coincidence of my cock being right next to the real objective: Annie’s engorged clit. Mina found her target and started strumming like she was bringing down the house with an epic guitar solo.

I felt the juices of Annie’s cunt turn boiling hot around me as her pleasure neared its pinnacle. Mina and I tag-teamed my beautiful bride with everything we had left, stimulating her entire body with an assault on the senses: the sound of erotic moans, the taste of messy wet kisses, the sight of naked, thrusting bodies, the feel of probing fingers and my hard-thrusting cock, and the aroma of sex (and a particularly delicious homemade breakfast).

“Holy shit!” Annie screamed, suddenly rocked by an absolute monster of an orgasm. Long red hair fell in a sweaty mess over her adorable blue eyes. The two women shared a final, grateful kiss, and then they both turned their full attention to me.

“I think he’s ready to finish,” Annie whispered.

“How do you want us?” Mina asked.

My cock was twitching as I rose to my feet, helping the women up with me. I wrapped my arms around both of them, kissing and groping to my heart’s content. Silky soft femininity surrounded me on all sides.

When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I reached over and hastily shoved the breakfast plates aside to clear enough space for both women to lay down on the table, side by side. They smiled up at me with the two cutest, sexiest faces in the entire world.

I reached into the heaping bowl of fruit salad and pulled out two fistfuls of sweet, juicy berries–then I smeared them all across the women’s breasts like a preschool fingerpainting.

“Still hungry?” Annie joked.

“Famished,” I answered with a growl.

I dove in, feasting on an overabundance of berry-flavored boobs. My cock took on a mind of its own, spearing into Mina’s pussy and thrusting with abandon. The breakfast table creaked and whined from my efforts.

I pulled out and started fucking Annie–then went back to Mina–and back again. Each woman, so beautifully unique. Each body, so perfectly desirable.

The women’s three sexy voices moaned in perfect tandem. Urging me towards my finish...

Wait, three voices?

“Uhhhh!” Lisa howled through the wall behind me.

From the sound of things, Lisa, Chris, and Erik had decided to start their morning just as vigorously as the rest of us.

The world became a blur as I slammed my dick into Mina’s cunt, knowing this was finally the end for me. I gripped the table with white knuckles. Annie rolled onto her friend and sucked the blackberry smear off Mina’s nipples.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m gonna come again!” Mina moaned, her eyes pleading with me to hold off just a few moments longer. I gritted my teeth and kept thrusting, tightening every muscle in my body to fight back the nuclear explosion building inside of me.

Annie helpfully dropped her fingers to Mina’s clit, rubbing in furious tight circles while my veiny shaft pistoned in and out, in and out...

Mina blew a gasket, coming for the third time that morning. Her voluptuous body convulsed on the table before my eyes in a shaking spectacle of bouncing, orgasmic flesh.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssss!!!” she wailed.

I detonated with an unholy roar, unloading the full force of the blast directly into Mina’s core.

Still spurting, I withdrew and sprayed white-hot ropes of cum across the two spectacularly naked women in front of me.

My exhausted legs promptly failed me, and I fell backwards onto the carpet, wheezing like I’d just finished a marathon. I was dimly aware of the continued moans coming from Lisa and Erik in the other room.

“I can’t believe that just happened ... I can’t believe that just happened...” Mina repeatedly whimpered, delirious with bliss.

“Long overdue,” Annie said sweetly.

I just closed my eyes and tried to breathe. Even if I’d been able to speak, I don’t know what I could have possibly said.

The six of us reconvened in the living room shortly after that for a clear-eyed discussion about everything that had happened. As expected, the noisy threesome in the breakfast nook had woken up everyone else. They’d even spied on us for a while (we were too distracted to notice our audience) before adjourning to the other room for some action of their own.

Lisa and Chris had come to a similar decision as the rest of us, namely that there would be no limits for the rest of the week. Chris discovered he had quite a kink for watching his wife getting fucked by another man. Maybe it had always been there, or maybe it was sparked by all those horny internet dudes and their lewd memes about Lisa. In any case, the guy was more than happy to take a front-row seat and watch while Erik threw Lisa down onto the bed and hammered her with Mjolnir.

I guess she was worthy, too.

It took us all a few hours to recover from the morning’s festivities, during which time we had a long, clear-eyed conversation to make absolutely sure everyone was having fun, and no hearts had been broken. In fact, our wild escapades had actually made us all feel closer to our spouses; swapping partners had been the ultimate gesture of trust, love, and vulnerability.

Annie and I, in particular, felt as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from our shoulders. The nagging question of “what if” had finally vanished forever.

But another question now hung in the air, with the six of us still trapped inside the house together:

“What’s next?” I asked.

“Well,” Annie answered with a grin, “Since the beach outside is still out of commission, why don’t we set up that pretend beach in the living room again? Only this time, let’s make it clothing-optional.”

“Sounds perfect,” Lisa answered.

I turned to Chris and said, “Hey buddy? I’m counting on you to make sure my wife doesn’t get a sunburn today. You’re gonna have to be really thorough applying that sunscreen.”

“Of course. What are friends for?” he laughed.

ASPEN, COLORADO, ONE YEAR LATER...

I’m twenty-seven years old.

The steamy water of the hot tub bubbles up to my shoulders. Annie and our friends are laughing at Mina’s raunchy joke. A nice white wine is swimming around my head, giving life an extra-rosy glow.

Our annual “Summer Friend-cation” has been officially rebranded this year, and for all years in the foreseeable future: “Summer Swap.” Seven days out of the year, we all agreed, when the walls come down and the rules stay home.

We’re much better prepared this year. Toys, games, lube, high-definition cameras, and edible lingerie. Annie even tells me she’d like to take things a little further with the other women this time around.

The wives are all wearing identical red bikinis; slutty, skimpy uniforms. A trio of cheerleaders for the Crimson Nymphomaniacs. I take a moment to ogle those matching swimsuits, knowing the girls won’t be wearing them much longer.

It’s time. We’ve been waiting twelve months for this moment. My wife climbs off my lap and scoots over to lock lips with Chris. Lisa straddles Erik. Mina climbs aboard my tented swim trunks.

Summer in Aspen really is a paradise on earth. Magnificent mountains tower above crystal clear waters. Colorful hot air balloons dot the horizon.

There’s not a cloud in the sky.

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! I genuinely love getting reader feedback, so please don’t hesitate to shoot me an email or leave a comment.

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