Tanya

"I hadn't thought about that, but I agree to that too."

"I love you," she murmured. "Let's go to bed. To sleep."

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Of course, the days, and the nights, passed incredibly slowly, as they always do when you're waiting for something special and nice to happen, made worse because of Tanya's rule. Oh, we kissed (without tongues) and cuddled and put our arms round each other, but more than that was strictly taboo. Sitting beside me while watching TV, she would put her arm round the back of my neck and play with my ear, or stroke me, but never touched my legs, thighs or crutch. Either of us could arouse the other in any number of ways and usually did so whenever and as often as we could. But now there was none of this. Tanya wore demure clothes, shorts so that I couldn't see the tops of her thighs or her cunt, leggings that refused to hint at what lay beneath, and tops that restrained her breasts (as much as they could) and partly hid her wonderful nipples. I hated it.

And at night she wore those revolting cotton pyjamas, and whereas she would normally sleep in just her pants, cuddled tight up against me, one of legs between mine so that she could feel my cock and balls on her thigh, (so she told me) and her head and long, thick flowing hair on my chest, now she moved as far away as possible to the other side of the bed, her back towards me. So I couldn't even enjoy the wonderful sensation of either her cunt nestling against my thigh, or the cheeks of her lovely tight, round, firm ass pressing against my cock either.

Sometimes, if Tanya had been kneeling above me and lowered herself onto my cock for our final orgasms, she would just lean forward and rest the top half of her body on me, my cock still nestling inside her hot wet cunt, and she would doze off in that position. Only when my cock dozed off itself and left her tight wet hole of its own accord would she stir and lie beside me in her normal position. I missed it all like hell!

If I am hard during the night I often wake to press my cock against her and caress her, which usually wakes her too. But now I couldn't do anything like that and had to force myself to go back to sleep. A few kisses, a quick cuddle together and then "night-night" was all there was. I hated every bloody minute of those days and nights.

But eventually the Friday morning dawned, as it does, and we cleaned around the house in preparation for our visitor, went shopping and returned home to await her arrival. After putting the shopping away, Tanya turned to me and gave me a huge hug, like the ones you get when you haven't seen your lover for a long time.

"Thank you for being so understanding, sweet Davey," she said. "I know it's been very hard, for me too, but now it's finished, the rule stops and we can enjoy each other again."

"Yes, it has been bloody hard!" I agreed somewhat waspishly. "I hope you don't ever want to start a rule like that again. I shall say no."

"Don't think I could put up with it either," Tanya agreed.

"So is there anything special you want me to wear this weekend?" I enquired.

Now I should explain that Tanya and I have a very extensive wardrobe, of outer clothes of course, but also of underwear for our own pleasures, mostly chosen by her. I hate nearly all men's' underwear and refuse to wear it, which explains the short-shorts-and-nothing-else in the supermarket. Fortunately, Tanya also has the same dislike of it. Cotton boxer shorts which hide everything and don't show the contours of what's beneath clearly, with a hole in the front from which to extract your cock (for whatever reason)? Horrible. Thick, cotton material which restricts and often itches? Positively medieval. And as for Y-fronts! As Tanya put it to me:- 'you have to pull aside one piece of material one way, then another piece the other way just to get inside them. Ugh! It's like fighting your way through a maze!'

And I hate having my cock and balls restricted inside any clothing. Y-fronts grip you as if determined that your cock will never see the light of day. Like a bloody chastity belt. Some boxers do this too, but I do have one or two pairs of soft, micro material that stretches, and so does free my cock to go up or down as it wishes and does show what there is if I wear them. Not often though. And neither do I like lace pants or bra on a woman. It's often thick, and rough on the lips and tongue if I am licking through it.

So Tanya usually chooses our underwear, always thin, soft material, stretchy and if possible always see-through or nearly so. We have all types of shape, size and colours. Tie-ups, side ties, silk, satin, thongs, G-strings, big pants, but they all have the same thing in common. They act like a second skin and show the contours of whoever is wearing them, or they are loose fitting, (usually for me) or they stretch to allow complete freedom underneath. She always buys two pairs of pants, one for her and one for me and very occasionally a matching bra for her if she really likes the style. The first time she saw me wearing pants like this, my own, she evinced no surprise but cooed approvingly and murmured that she liked that very much. So we share our pants and she often chooses what she wants me to wear round the house or if we are going to bed.

Tanya also has several short, elastic mini-skirts of the same stretch material. They're not see-through but they're soft and pleasurable to touch. Some are shiny. But they're short! When she first wore one for me she asked if I liked the miniskirt.

"That's not a mini-skirt, it's a manhole cover," I told her. She burst out laughing and the name stuck. She doesn't wear one outside much, except in the garden, because if she sits in front of me it immediately reveals everything and rides up to cover just one inch of her thighs, and if she bends over it does the same thing, riding up to cover about the top two inches of her ass cheeks.

Those miniskirts are short!! Very occasionally she would put one on if we went for a walk in the evening twilight so that other people couldn't really see what it was, (or almost wasn't), but she always wore pants underneath. She would have been arrested if she hadn't. And of course I knew if she went out dressed like that that she wanted us to have sex outdoors somewhere.

Now Tanya pondered my question.

"Um – yes. Let me think about it. Shall I wear a shirt?"

I nodded. "Please, my sweet. You know what it does for me."

"Oh, I know!" she said lasciviously. "No bra?"

I shook my head.

"I am aching to caress and suck and lick your lovely breasts and nipples," I said. "No bra."

Tanya put her hands over her ears in mock horror.

"Stop it! Stop it! It's not Friday evening yet!" But she smiled as she said it and I took her into my arms and hugged and kissed her.

"I love you so much," I said. "You're just incredible. I feel so lucky to have you. You could have chosen any man you wanted in the world."

Tanya gazed into my eyes, her lips mere inches from mine.

"But I didn't," she whispered. "I chose you, you lump, you lovely wonderful, caring lump. I chose my sweet Davey, with your strong arms, your loving heart, your gorgeous cock and balls and ass, who turns me on and makes me cum, even with just words, never mind your caresses, your touch, your tongue or the lovely feeling of your cock in my ass or my wet cunt or the feeling of your cum shooting on my face or the taste of your cock and your cum in my mouth or ---- "

"Hey, hey, hey!" I protested. "That's not fair!"

She leant forward and kissed me, her tongue for just a brief moment flicking between my lips and into my mouth before she pulled away again.

"I know!" she said impishly, "But lovely!" and she danced away from me and disappeared into the bedroom to sort out clothes.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

And at seven o'clock the doorbell rang.

We looked at one another.

Tanya raised an eyebrow at me.

I nodded. "And you?"

It was her turn to nod firmly. "Absolutely sure."

So she opened the door.

"Hallo," she greeted the girl standing there. She was carrying a small hold-all.

"Come in. Davey, this is Toni."

Toni stepped up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek, then on Tanya's.

"Hallo Dave." (Not Davey.) "It's very nice to meet you and thank you both for inviting me."

Tanya smiled and gestured her to come inside. I sensed that she was watching me very closely.

"You're very welcome," I said. "It's a pleasure to meet you too."

And it was.

It was more than a pleasure. It was a positive delight.

Toni was a little taller than Tanya, but still shorter than I am. She wore a V-neck top which showed the curves of her breasts, bigger than Tanya's but firm and round, a short flowery skirt which swished and swirled as she walked, occasionally flashing a tantalising glimpse of thigh, and flip-flops on her feet. Her legs were longer than Tanya's but beautifully proportioned and smooth. They were very brown, as were her face, arms and hands. Her hands were slim, with long tapering fingers and I had a quick vision of them curling round my hard cock. Her face was elfin like, longish, with big round eyes, a petite nose and luscious lips that bore no hint of lipstick. But her hair was the biggest surprise. It was dark, and she had it cut very short, like a boy's, and styled like that too. She had an innocent air about her, she looked very young and she was absolutely gorgeous.

I sensed Tanya's eyes on me.

"Come in," I invited, gesturing to the sofa.

We made ourselves comfortable. Toni sat in an armchair opposite Tanya and I on the sofa. Her flowery skirt rose just high enough to show her brown thighs and I had to tear my eyes away. I offered to get drinks. When we were settled Tanya cleared her throat.

"Toni," she began, "We both want you to understand that while you're here this weekend, our home is your home. We'll show you round in a minute, but if you want anything, food, drink, TV, just help yourself. Please don't feel that you have to ask us for anything. We hope that you will feel completely relaxed and comfortable with us. Whatever we're doing," she added significantly.

"I feel relaxed already," Toni said, her eyes glancing from me to Tanya. "I'm sure I'm going to enjoy every minute with you both."

But she was looking at me as she said it.

Tanya stood up.

"Bring your drink and we'll show you round."

We took Toni round our house and she stopped now and again to look at pictures or photographs or to admire some little gew-gaw that we'd acquired. She often looked at me and smiled and once she winked at me. I knew Tanya was watching me watching her looking at me and she must have seen the smiles and maybe the wink and I thought are we going to have a problem after all and I thought about Toni and imagining what lay beneath the skirt and the top, thinking about her cunt and whether it was small, big, tight or not, her ass and her breasts, how her mouth would feel surrounding my cock and how it would feel to slide my cock inside her cunt or her ass and whether she would be very wet like my Tanya is but of course that was off-limits and ---

"And so there you are," came Tanya's voice and we were back where we started. Tanya gestured to another door. "That's our spare bedroom," she explained. "You could leave your bag and stuff in there, and of course the room is there for you if you want it."

"I shan't want that room," said Toni firmly. She was looking directly at me as she spoke. "But I will dump my stuff there."

She picked up her bag and went into the bedroom.

Tanya whispered fiercely into my ear.

"She fancies you like mad!" she said. "Did you see her looking at your cock?"

I could hear the sound of the bag unzipping in the other room and rustlings as Toni extracted her belongings.

"I'm staggered!" I told Tanya. "She's gorgeous! She's lovely! How the hell did you manage to find her?"

Tanya grinned at me.

"You fancy her too," she accused me, but in fun. "I knew you would. Wouldn't have been much point in it if she'd been fat and lumpy."

"You've met her before," I accused in return.

Tanya nodded. "Yesterday in a coffee bar. We had a long talk and got to know each other and talked all about this weekend. I knew you were thinking about licking her and fucking her just now. I knew exactly you'd fancy the pants off her."

"And you're not worried?"

"Nope." Tanya shook her head. "You know I trust you and we have our agreement. I know very well you'd like nothing better than to slide your cock into her cunt and feel how wet she is and fill her full of your cum but you'll have to be content with her mouth and her ass."

"How do you know she'll take me in her ass?"

"I know," Tanya replied. "We talked. There are only two taboos. She's not allowed to call you Davey."

I knew this. Tanya had coined the name Davey for me and no-one else was allowed to use it. If she introduced me to anyone she did it as Davey, but if the person responded by saying 'hallo Davey' she would immediately say, 'his name is Dave,' and the tone of her voice and the gleam in her eyes made it crystal clear to everyone that this was her name for me, and hers alone.

"Her cunt is the only other taboo. But you can lick it!" she added devilishly. "I want to watch! And I have a big surprise for you!"

I couldn't imagine what other surprise Tanya could possibly present me with after Toni but as she is a girl in ten million, if she said she had a big surprise, she would have one.

Toni returned from the spare room.

"It's a lovely room," she said. "It's a lovely home and you are both lovely people and I think you're very lucky to have each other."

She was again staring straight at me as she spoke and she added, "I'm sure I'm going to enjoy this weekend and have a wonderful time with you."

"Yes, and I think –" (I very nearly said 'I') "-- we'll have a wonderful time with you," I answered her with a smile.

Tanya watched this interplay with a smile playing on her own lips.

"Well, I'm looking forward to it," she said and grabbing my hand she led me over to Toni where she put one arm round her, the other round me and proceeded to kiss my cheek, then Toni's, took one of my hands and placed it on her own breast and her hand on one of Toni's.

Toni grinned at us and took my other hand to her other breast. Her own hand went straight to my crotch and rubbed me through my clothes, just long enough to start an immediate hard-on, then left me and slid her cupped palm between Tanya's legs and rubbed her too.

"Oh, I think we're all going to have a really wonderful time!" she said to us both.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Tanya cooked us a meal and as she prepared it she would pause and come to me, hug me and kiss me, deep kisses with our tongues thrashing together, rub my cock through my clothes and then return to her cooking. The next time she would go to Toni, kiss her the same way and caress her breasts and rub her between her legs. We were fully clothed and all this was done outside them. She never tried to get my cock out or go inside Toni's top or under her skirt.

We opened a bottle of wine and sipped away as we both watched Tanya's expertise in the kitchen.

(A girl of many talents she is, but you know that.)

We talked small talk about this and that, none of us asking any personal questions. It didn't bother me and I suspected the girls had asked all the personal and intimate questions they wanted at their meeting.

At one point Tanya looked round from her cooking at me, then at Toni. "Feel free," she said.

Toni looked at me and a smile appeared on her lips. It reached deep into her eyes and she came towards me and threw her arms round me, pressing her lips against mine and then forcing her tongue into my mouth. She tasted sweet and delicate, and I felt her nipples harden beneath her top. Her hand went to find my cock again and she massaged it and rubbed it and cupped her palm beneath my balls, all outside my clothes, as she gently caressed them.

Our tongues continued to explore each others mouths. My hands went behind her and pressed against her ass, pulling her hard against my hardening cock, then pulling the cheeks of her ass apart gently to signal that I wanted that too. She pressed herself hard against me as if she wanted me in her cunt there and then.

"Feel my pants," she whispered as she finally released her passionate pressure on my mouth.

She backed off from me a little to allow me room to slide my hand down the front of her skirt. My fingers followed the contour of her love mound, slowly inching down and round, beneath her and between her legs. The bottom of the skirt passed my fingertips and I was caressing her pants, right between her legs, feeling the soft lips of her cunt as they parted slightly to invite me in. To my huge delight her pants were soaking wet. I rubbed them gently and my finger found her clit through the material. She made a little guttural noise and pulled away from my hand.

"Oooo! I've been waiting for that!" she gasped. "Ever since I arrived!"

I looked across at Tanya. She was smiling broadly, watching us, and her hand was between her own legs, massaging herself through her clothes.

"The sooner we eat, the better then!" she laughed.

Small talk continued through the meal. Tanya had (carefully?) positioned us so that the girls sat on either side of the table with me at the end. Both of them let their hands fall on my thigh beneath the table now and again, rising higher until they reached my crotch. At one point I had a hand on each thigh and their fingers must have met because they stopped, looked at each other and smiled. A second bottle of wine was demolished between us, just enough to loosen any last reservations (I don't think there were any, for anyone) but not enough to make us sleepy or affect our libidos.

And after so long without touching or fucking my beloved Tanya, or even a wank, my own libido was at bursting point. I didn't care whether it was a cunt, an ass or a blowjob but I knew I wanted release from the pressures inside my balls as soon as possible. It was just short of being actually painful.

We helped Tanya clear away, wash and dry, and returned to the living room.

Toni looked at me with that look again.

"I'm going to go and choose what to wear," she said. And to Tanya, "D'you want to come and help?"

"Absolutely!" Tanya agreed. "And Davey can go and get ready too."

I took this as an instruction to go into our room and get ready. Tanya and I had already decided what I was going to wear, although she wouldn't let me know what exactly she had chosen for herself.

"You'll see," was all she would say.

So I obeyed her instruction, went to the bathroom to shower, shave again and clean my teeth (nothing worse for a woman than a rough stubble against her thighs or bad breath!) and then went to the bedroom to get dressed. I waited there, knowing that Tanya would come in when she could. I heard the sound of the shower again and Tanya appeared at the door.

"Okay, Toni's showering," she said. "She's really got the hots for you. Can't stop talking about you. Didn't even touch me when we were alone in her room. She really wants your cock in her cunt but she's promised again not to."

"Oh, but you're a hard mistress!" I said to her jokingly in my best Shakespearean voice. "How can you be so cruel as to tantalise me, excite me but not let me----"

"Shut up!" she laughed. "She's nice though, isn't she?" she added seriously.

I nodded first and then shook my head. "She is that!" I agreed fervently. "And I marvel at how you found her. Apart from a lovely figure and body she has a nice personality too."

"Important!" Tanya wagged a finger at me. "Don't want a dumbo or a slut. It would spoil everything. Now go away while I get ready myself."