Cheating

"Oh God Fiona, I so want you," he groaned, slipping his finger into the deep crease in her delicious arse and pressing right on her anus; he knew she loved that.

"God I am so going to fuck you," he groaned undoing his zip and getting his hardening cock out.

*

"You're joking," Amanda said incredulously when Fiona told her how she had smelt the perfume on him.

Amanda had to admit that she had been seeing David, but claimed it had only happened after he had said that he and she were leading separate lives. Fiona had told her what a bastard he was and that she, Amanda, was the third woman he'd had an affair with. Amanda felt terrible.

They talked for a long time, both admitting to thinking they were in love with him, despite him being a bastard.

"Do you still want him?" Amanda asked Fiona.

"Yes, I think so, do you?"

"I don't like to say it and I don't really want to, but yes I do."

"What do we do then?"

It took them a couple of hours, a whole pack of Marlboro lights, a complete pot of tea and a bottle of red wine to agree what they should do.

*

"What?"

"You heard," Fiona said.

"I heard, but don't believe it," David said, genuinely shocked.

"Well you should," Amanda added.

"So when was all this agreed?" He asked.

"That doesn't matter, all that matters is that we both have agreed what's going to happen and really it's out of your hands," Amanda said curtly.

*

"So he was with you, came home and then had sex with me an hour later," Fiona said.

"So it seems, quite an active sod isn't he?"

"Well as you know I'm really his third longish term partner."

"Yes I know and he was setting me up to be his fourth."

They were discussing this as they got near to the dregs in the bottom of the bottle of red wine.

"But in the end result he really is something special isn't he?"

"Yes and I don't want to lose him," Fiona said.

"And I don't want to take him from you luv," Amanda said looking directly into the blonde's eyes as they sat in her first floor living room, their knees almost touching.

*

"You are both fucking joking aren't you?" David said in amazement.

He had come home from work around nine and was surprised, but not that worried, to see Amanda there. After all she and his wife were friends.

He was amazed, though at the news they delivered. They told him that they knew he had been double dealing both of them, but that they both still wanted him. Then they dropped the bombshell.

"No David, we are not fucking joking, we are deadly serious, we actually see relationships as being important," Amanda told him. "That's why we are suggesting that we live together, that I move in with the pair of you, that we have a real ménage a trois."

It was easier than any of them imagined.

Within a week, Amanda had moved in. She had her own bedroom as did Fiona. David had his own small room, his dressing room effectively and he would undress there and sleep with each of them on alternate nights. They had sat down and discussed the arrangements and had agreed that there would be no more subterfuge. It all had to be up front. There was to be no sneaking off by either couple. There must not, at all costs, be any cheating.

It worked surprisingly well, not only sexually, but in most other ways as well.

Whilst 'resting' as an actress, Fiona had trained to be a cordon bleue chef and she and her first husband had opened a high class restaurant in Chigwel, Essex. It was there that she had met David who was also married at the time to his 'childhood sweetheart,' a rather plain looking woman who was, even in her early thirties after having two children, letting herself go. She and David had a brief affair and they both left their partners and set up together.

Despite her background in acting and modelling Fiona was at heart an 'earth mother' and was brilliant at looking after a house and, of course the cooking.

So she did all of that whilst David and Amanda went to work. He often gave Amanda a lift to the station and sometimes collected her in the evening as well; both of them relished the innocence with which they could now do that and they never stopped in a car park!

It was rare for Amanda and Fiona to be alone together, but when they did they chatted about how things were going along and both expressed their broad agreement that it was far better to the alternative of splitting up.

"We've all been there and know what a mess that is," Fiona said as she was preparing dinner.

"Yes some more than others," Amanda smiled.

"Hmmm I think David is a bit of a professional at it," Fiona replied making both of them laugh.

They fell into a routine. Amanda and David would go off to work, singly or together. Fiona would clean the house, do the washing and ironing, go shopping and prepare dinner. Unless Amanda was away on business, which she was a few days each month, they would have a drink before dinner, which they tried to eat around eight. They would usually drink at least a bottle of wine, watch a little TV then go to bed with David joining whoever's turn it was that night.

It really was a cake and eat it situation for David, who revelled in being able to sleep with both his mistress and his wife on alternate nights. Although something sexual went on between him and his partner pretty much every night, he didn't and probably couldn't have managed full sex seven nights a week. He did though manage to give each of them some form of sexual stimulation nearly every night, even if it was just with his fingers.

What really appealed to him was the variety of the sex he was able to experience with the two very different, both emotionally and physically, women.

He loved Amanda's breasts and adored Fiona's arse. He liked his mistresses more dominant manner, but also loved the way that his wife was submissive to him. He gained enormous pleasure from Amanda letting him cum in her mouth and swallowing it and from fucking his wife's arse. Regrettably neither would do both!

*

"Do think he'll get up to anything, while he's away?" Amanda asked Fiona.

"What with women?"

"Yes."

"I don't know, I don't really like to think about it."

"But you think he'll get up to something?"

"I imagine most men do when they're on a business trip in LA."

David had gone to away that morning and the two girls were about to have dinner.

"Yes I expect so."

"But then Mandy," Fiona smiled as she stirred the white sauce for the sea bass she was preparing, "You go away on business quite a lot, do you get up to anything?"

Amanda felt herself starting to blush for she had been having a 'no strings attached' affair with one of her work colleagues for quite some time.

"Have I got time for a quick shower before dinner?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, but be quick, ten minutes?"

Amanda poured herself another glass of white wine and took that to her room where she undressed, had a quick shower and then dried herself sipping the cold wine before slipping into a loos, hip length, white tee shirt and pale grey track suit trousers; she didn't bother with a bra enjoying the freedom of her unfettered breasts. She often wore that outfit to relax in during the evenings.

"So are you happy with the way things are going?" She asked Fiona as they sat across the kitchen table eating the fish dinner.

"Yes pretty much are you?"

"Mostly yes."

"Just mostly."

"Well I can't help, but I do feel jealous at times, don't you?"

"Not really no. When do you feel that?" Fiona asked.

"At night, when he's with you."

"I see yes I do get some pangs then."

"Particularly," Amanda said not too sure whether she should continue.

"Yes?"

"Well when I hear noises."

"Me? Sorry I know I can be noisy at times."

"Both of you actually, do you hear David and me?"

"Yes the walls aren't that thick, I hear most of what goes on."

They finished dinner, cleared up and went into the TV room to watch an episode of The Sopranos, which was being rerun on a cable channel.

Over the next few nights the girls got to know each other better in their new roles as co-lovers to David. They became much friendlier and closer. They realised they shared a man and both enjoyed his sexual attentions. They really were becoming true partners in this strange, but to both of them at present, satisfying relationship. They were also becoming more open and liberal in their attitudes. They could refer to stuff they did with David, not graphically, but obliquely, albeit in a way the other understood.

As they became more frank and open with their attitudes towards David and their individual relationships with him, so they also became more open towards each other. Hence, Amanda wearing the tee shirt without a bra, Fiona often wearing a long, flowing dressing gown that fluttered open as she moved or sat thus showing all of her long, shapely legs. They would walk round the house in their underwear or wrapped in towels and both sunbathed topless by the small pool.

After David had been away for the best part of the first week of his two week trip, they had become much more comfortable with each other, they were relaxed in each other's company and were becoming ever closer; they were like two sisters.

*

"I've got my cock in my hand, it's so hard, it's throbbing. I'm stroking it imagining it's your mouth. I'm cradling my balls thinking it's your tongue licking them. I'm starting to wank, do it with me. Get your tits out Mands, let me see those big soft titties, play with your nipples Fi, help me cum"

David had phoned several times usually talking to both of them one after the other. This time, an early Saturday evening, he'd said to Fiona.

"Get Mandy on another extension." She had and they had both listened to what he had to say looking at each other.

"Ok, but why?" Fiona said when David had told both of them to go to their bedrooms.

"Don't ask, just do it," he said very firmly playing to her submissive tendencies. They did as he asked.

"Now sit or lie on your beds."

"Did you er, um, er do as he asked?" Amanda said to Fiona on the phone after David had rung off.

"Yes, Mandy I did, did you?"

"Yes?" Mandy replied as she lay on her bed, her jeans round her ankles, her panties round her knees and the tee shirt round her neck. She was cradling the phone between her ear and her shoulder, one hand was still idly stroking her breast the other was resting on her mound. The fingers on that hand were sticky with her womanly excretions that had flowed from her body as her lover had said.

"Come on both of you, fuck yourselves and think it's me."

"Well that was pretty way out wasn't it?" Amanda said to Fiona after they had both showered and were downstairs about to prepare dinner. She was again wearing the baggy tee shirt with no bra and the tracky trousers whilst Fiona was wearing a little silky camisole sort of top with spaghetti straps and a low front and short shorts.

"Bloody amazing he's a sod isn't he?"

"Yes," Amanda smiled at her friend, "But a rather thoughtful one. I needed that didn't you?"

"Mmmm, I did, it was lovely."

"Yes, I thought you enjoyed it," Amanda smiled.

"Was it that obvious?"

"Well let's just say it didn't seem as if you were faking it."

"Oh dear, sorry," Fiona said looking a little downcast.

"Don't be that luv, it was good."

"Good, how do you mean?"

Amanda had to think for a moment, she wanted to recall accurately her memory of what had gone on, for she was slightly disturbed at her feelings and emotions.

As David had explained how he was pumping his cock and imagining, as he put it "I'm fucking your cunt Mands and your arse Fi," Amanda had been pinching and pulling her nipples, squeezing her tits and rubbing her clit. As she was doing that, so Fiona was laying on her back completely naked, her legs were wide open and her knees were drawn up. She had both hands between her thighs with one set of fingers plunging in and out of her pussy and the other stroking and rubbing her clit. She was grunting and groaning, moaning and sighing as the waves of her climax flooded over her.

Amanda, hearing her friend on the phone making such noises felt strange. She too was near to cumming as she listened to David saying what he was doing and what he would like to do to them. That was exciting, but hearing Fiona was equally so. Having her friend make such noises in her ear was hugely erotic Amanda thought. So much so that as she climaxed, not only did her mind dwell on David and his lovely cock, but also on Fiona and her beautiful face and slim, lovely body. Amanda had no sexual experience whatsoever with other women.

"I found everything very erotic," she finally said very quietly.

"Everything?" Fiona asked opening a bottle of white wine.

She looked right at Amanda, who held her gaze.

"Yes Fi, everything."

"What exactly do you mean by everything?" Fiona asked leaning forward in front of the seated Amanda to pour wine into the glass Amanda was holding out.

"What David said he was doing, what he'd like to do to us and what I was doing to myself and er, never mind."

"I know what you mean Mands."

"Do you?"

"Yes I think so."

"What?" Amanda asked tentatively as she looked right down the front of Fiona's top seeing her small breasts topped by dark, nearly brown areola and nipples, which looked to be hard.

"What I found sexy too."

"And what was that?" Amanda asked as Fiona straightened up, walked across the kitchen, her gorgeous arse wiggling wonderfully in the tight, short shorts, and leaned against the work surface. Her long, tanned legs were stretched out in front of her crossed at the ankles as she sipped her wine, looked at Amanda across the top of her glass and said softly.

"You making those noises Mands, I found that sexy and I guess you did too with me. Yes?"

Still holding each other's gazes across the kitchen, Amanda said very softly "Yes Fiona, I did."

*

Amanda had indeed found Fiona's noises hugely erotic. She had never heard another woman cum in real life. That and the intimacy of her friend being just a few feet away, albeit out of sight in another room, greatly and totally unexpectedly aroused her.

But then so much was doing that to her recently. She was finding many and new experiences arousing and exciting.

The whole ménage a trois, the expectancy of what would happen with David on her nights with him, the thought of Fiona being in the next room, hearing her and David when it was not her turn, having such regular and fulfilling sex all contributed to making her feel as if a large part of her life revolved around sex.

It was that, she reconciled, which was leading her, and presumably Fiona as well, to develop more open, frank and liberal attitudes and behaviours. Or was it, she smiled as she thought about it, the liberalisation of their attitudes that had led them into sharing a man? A bit chicken and egg there.

Since her marriage break up she had not had the regularity of sex that she was now getting from David. When she and he talked about that after sex when they were alone he'd said.

"I surprise myself, I never thought I would want it every night, but I do, it's the variety I suppose," as his fingers trailed across her full breast

Amanda laughed "What like Little and Large is it?"

Cupping her boob, he kissed it, "Yes something like that, they compliment each other."

"What my and Fiona's tits?"

"Yes, very much."

"Well they aren't alike are they?"

"No not at all, that's what I mean."

Amanda, a little tipsy and glowing in the aftermath of her second orgasm in an hour had said rather coquettishly. "Which do you prefer?"

"Don't go there Mands, that's not fair is it?"

"No, I guess not."

"Let's just leave it that if Fi's nipples were on your tits, I would die the happiest man in the world."

Despite having such 'regular servicing' Amanda had recently started to masturbate again. She had used that method of relief fairly frequently before moving in with Fiona and David, but had stopped once she was being 'looked after' every other night. In the past couple of weeks, though, she had found the nights when David was screwing Fiona to be hugely frustrating. Hence, as the sounds from the other bedroom suggested that they were doing it so she would do it to herself. Sometimes on her back legs open or clamped round her hand, sometimes on her front, both hands between her legs and sometimes sitting or standing in front of the mirror. It didn't matter for all that concerned her was that she wasn't being fucked and that she needed the relief, so she gave it to herself.

The erotic nature of their three way relationship was, of course, heightened and stimulated each night when David and his partner would go to bed. They had got into the habit of having a nip of brandy or a small Scotch around ten just as the news started. After finishing those, David and Amanda or Fiona would go to bed and the other girl would clear up, lock the doors and follow them up the stairs ten to fifteen minutes later. Watching Fiona leading David out of the room and up the stairs knowing that shortly they would be screwing really was a huge turn on for Amanda. That was made even stronger by the grunts, groans, moans and indecipherable words she heard when she passed the door of their room and went into hers next door.

She thought it probable that the change in the mood and atmosphere was also the prime reason why she was more relaxed in what she and Fiona wore around the house. Both girls exposed much of their bodies, especially their legs and breasts, to each other and both were relaxed by the other looking at them.

*

"I wish my tits were more like yours Mands." Fiona said as Amanda slipped out of her beach wrap and sat down on the lounger alongside Fiona's by the pool the day after their three-way phone call with David. Amanda was wearing a red patterned bikini, the bra of which was slightly on the small side for her and her boobs seemed to be tumbling out of the cups.

"They can be a bloody nuisance at times," Amanda replied glancing up and feeling odd when she saw her friend's eyes glued to her breasts and the deep cleavage created by the tight bra.

"What at the gym and golf, I assume?"

"Yes, it's a bloody nightmare on the running machine," Amanda said rubbing oil into her arms and upper chest and looking at Fiona's small bare breasts and the big, dark areola and nipples that David would die a happy man for if they were on her tits. They did, Amanda thought, look very erotic, more so than her pale pink rather small jobs.

"Bet the men don't reckon that, I bet they love it, do they stare much?"

"All the time."

Amanda oiled her legs aware that Fiona was watching her. She glanced up several times and they smiled at each other.

"Ok luv?" She asked?

"Mmmmm yes, I love the sun."

Amanda lay down on her front and reached round and unclipped her bra.

She hadn't put any oil on her back Fiona noticed as she looked at her friend's squashed breasts. She almost asked if she would like her to put some on her back, but she pulled back. She felt awkward about that, thought it was slightly too intimate for the setting and worried what Amanda might think. She also worried about how she would feel.

Fiona was nowhere near being a lesbian and didn't even consider herself to be bisexual, but over the years she had, as she thought of it, 'messed around with girls' a bit. But then in the actor/model world she had inhabited since her teens that was pretty much the norm, everyone seemed 'play' a little bit now and then, boys and girls, she almost giggled.

Her mobile rang. She clicked it on listened for a few moments, rang off and said "Fuck."

"What's up?" Mandy asked turning and lifting herself up so she could look at Fiona.

"My bloody mother's popping in," she said her pulse racing a bit as she looked at Amanda and saw her friend's breasts hanging down from her raised body the nipples just grazing the lounger.