Anal At Last Ch. 15

I sat down with a book till they'd finished. I could hear their voices, low and quiet, so I couldn't hear what they were actually saying, aside from a few bursts of laughter. I guessed they were plotting something and sharing some, but not all, of the details of Sam's flirting with me. At one point, Angela came out to collect her overnight bag and went back into the kitchen. About ten minutes later, after me calling out for my wine a couple of times, they came back in.

"Andy, we've got a question for you." said Angela from behind the sofa. I put the book down, and turned around to face them.

Oh, jesus wept. They were both there, in only their underwear, each with an arm round the other one's waist. Angela had a black number on, tight lycra hot pants and matching bra, and Sam had the infamous red set on. They both had huge grins on their face.

"So, which one of us has the best figure?" Sam asked, laughingly.

"No! Absolutely not. I'm not going there. Stop it, and put some clothes on. No way am I answering."

As if on queue, they both turned around, bending over slightly to present their asses to me. Man, what I wouldn't have given to be able to freely walk up to both of them and feel their asses right now. "How about from this side, Andy? Does that make it any easier?" teased Angela.

"No. Bugger off and get dressed you two. Behave like grown women, will you?"

Angela looked at Sam, still slightly bent over. "Perhaps he's not a visual man. Perhaps he'd like to touch."

Sam blushed but laughed, and looked over her shoulder at me.

Right then, I thought. If that's the game they want to play.

"All right then." I walked round the sofa to them, and stood in between them both.

"Oh looky, the man wants to play," said Angela. Sam was quiet.

I rubbed my hands together, and reached out for their two asses. Angela's was tight and pert, honed by yoga. Sam's was nice and round, still firm but bigger. Neither woman was looking at me, so I sensually rubbed both of them, nice smooth strokes, lightly teasing them, running my hands all over, and then sliding both hands down the creases of their asses, down to stroke the bottom of their cleft. Sam looked over her shoulder at me, a fearful look in her eye. I just looked at her, smiled, and winked. Angela did nothing other than wriggle her ass a bit.

"Well?" asked Angela. "Who's got the best ass?"

"I'm not sure yet... I need a bit longer. And I'd appreciate it if both of you looked away. It's not a fair trial if I have to contend with the expressions on your faces."

Both women looked away, leaving me free to slide my hand inside the leg of each pair of knickers, stroking their mound lightly, and then sliding my hands up, still underneath the material, to run over their assholes. Sam shivered, goose bumps breaking out on her back, while Angela just pressed back against me.

I took a few more seconds of feeling them up, and then withdrew my hands and stepped back. The two girls turned round, Sam flushed and embarrassed looking.

"Well?" asked Angela.

"After due consideration, the judge has decided... it's a draw."

"A draw?" squeaked Angela. "You copped a feel of both of us, and it's a draw. That's a cheap trick Andy."

"You're right... Almost as cheap as you two coming in here in your underwear. Now, get dressed, and bring my tea."

I turned round and sat down again, reaching down to adjust my stiff cock to make it more comfortable.

We sat and had a few glasses of wine each, then it was getting late. I stretched and stood up. "Well, you two girls have tired me out, so I'm off to bed." Sam looked at me sharply, and then realised that I meant nothing by that comment. "If either of you feel the need for me to assess any other part of your body, please don't hesitate to ask. I'll be glad to comply."

With that, I went to bed, leaving the two of them to talk. I went into my bedroom, fired up the laptop, and logged into my security software, hoping that Angela had forgotten that I had the camera still running.

I knew nothing physical was going to happen, so I just lay back to listen to the conversation, Angela was talking:

Angela: So he actually touched you?

Sam: Yes, but only though the costume, honestly. Well, he touched my sides, and I guess when he touched my bum he felt that as well. I mean, the costume's quite small, and I'm quite big.

Angela: You're not big Sam, any more than Beyonce is big. You've just actually GOT an ass, that's the thing. From what I've seen, it's a lovely shape. No wonder Andy couldn't keep his hands off you.... So is that it, he's not done anything else?

A pause.

Sam: No... Well, I've caught him looking at me a few times, but to be honest, since I started wearing better clothes, he's not the only one. It's getting quite embarrassing sometimes.

Angela: Oh, really? Are you getting leered at? Well, good for you, you deserve it. You've got a great figure, it's a shame that you've hid it all these years. Just keep the boys in their place, that's all.

Sam: Well, it's a man I'm thinking of actually.

Angela: A man? Oh do tell. I take it he's a bit older? I had an older man as my first lover, and he was great. All the experience without the clinginess of young boys.

Sam: Oh, no Angela, he's not a lover. I, well, I'm saving myself for marriage.

Angela: Ah yes, Andy mentioned you were a Christian. OK, so it's still nice to get a bit of attention from an older man, even if he's not going anywhere near you.

Sam: Yes, it's nice... Very nice.

Angela: Is it now? The look on your face says it's a bit more than nice! Have you been making out?... Oh Sam, stop smiling, you dirty girl. (Laughter). Oh Sam, you can't stop grinning can you? He must be nice. Perhaps you should bring him over one night for dinner with Andy and I, let me check him out?

Sam: No Angela. I... er... I'm not ready for that.

Angela: OK, later then. If he's that nice, I definitely want to meet him. Maybe when you're tired of him, we could swap. You take Andy off my hands, and I'll console your man's aching heart.

Sam: Angela! How can you say such a thing?

Angela: Relax Sam, I'm only joking. So Andy's behaving himself then? That's not like him, normally he'll take a mile if you give him an inch. Seriously Sam, is he behaving himself? Don't be afraid, I'm not going to take offence if he's tried anything on with you. I'll just put him back in his face and keep his grubby little hands to himself.... Well? Has he done anything you didn't like?

Sam: No, not at all.

Angela: OK, good, good. Well, you just keep using him as a guinea pig, you already seem to be getting more confident, and that's a good thing, trust me. I can't believe you stood there just now and let him feel your ass.... Did you like it?

Sam (sounding shocked): Angela!

Angela: Oh come on Sam, it's just us girls. Did you like it? I loved it. Don't tell him I said this, but he actually felt me up, sliding his hand in all sorts of places that he really shouldn't with you there... Sam? What's wrong- Oh no, he never did!? The dirty bastard, I'll chop his fucking balls off!

Sam: No, no Angela, it's OK, it's OK. How did you know?

Angela: The disgusted look on your face tells me everything I need to know.

Sam: Angela, it's OK. It was...

Angela: What?

Sam: Kind of nice.

Angela (laughing): You liked it?

A pause.

Angela: Well, I did say he had good hands. But I thought you said he hadn't touched you since the sunbathing incident?

Sam (backpedaling furiously): Oh, no, I meant apart from today. Honestly, nothing's happened. Apart from today.

Angela: Well, alright then.... Listen, Sam, I want to be honest with you about something else. I know you like Andy, and I'd hate you to think bad of him because you didn't understand the situation.... Oh god, this is difficult to say... I know it's going to sound weird and kinky, not only because you're a Christian, but also because you're so much younger and more idealistic than us...

Angela: Anyway, as you know, I'm going to the States for a year, and it couldn't have come at a worse time, just as I'm falling for Andy. So I've made a brave decision. I know that if we only see each other every few months, we won't last. We're both quite... physical, if you know what I mean. And repeatedly going for two months without sex, and perhaps more importantly, without having Andy to hold at night, well, it's not going to be good for the relationship.

Angela: And I also know that if we agree to have an open relationship, it won't last also. After a year, one or both of us is bound to meet someone, and inevitably, if we spend more time with them, and have more sex, we'll wean ourselves off each other and fall for the new person. I don't want that to happen. Andy's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. He's warm, passionate, funny, not too emotionally needy, and (she laughed) great in bed. I want him to still be around when I get back. Just don't tell him I said any of that, for God's sake.

Angela: So, I can only think of one thing. I've got together with two friends of mine, and agreed a plan, and they're going to carry it out whilst I'm away. Andy is allowed to sleep with other women - don't looked shocked, Sam, just hear me out - he can sleep with other women, but only for a month each. After a month, he's on orders to call it off. That way, he can still have sex, I wouldn't forbid him that. But the month is short enough that he won't get attached. Likewise, I'll date other people, but for a month each.

Angela: And I need your support on this.

Sam (sounding a bit stunned): What? How?

Angela: Well, Charlie and Jules, my two friends, aren't going to be around an awful lot. Oh, and Charlie's short for Charlene, by the way, not Charles. And you're around more often. Can you keep an eye on Andy - I'll tell him you know of this one-month limit - and if he's not called it off, either tell him to, or give Charlie or Jules a ring? I'll give you their numbers at some point.

Sam: Angela, I can't really spy on Andy.

Angela: It's not really spying Sam. You're protecting him from doing something stupid. If you don't want to do it, that's OK, I understand. But I'd really appreciate your help. Also, I hope you don't mind, but Andy said about your Dad's new girlfriend, and how you don't get on with her, and I thought that keeping an eye on Andy would give you an excuse to get out the house more often.... So, can you help me out?

Sam: Well, I like you, both of you, and I think you and Andy are good together. Plus if it means I get more time here... I mean, more time away from home... Well, away from Babs, to be specific... then I guess so. But I want Andy to know I'm doing it.

Angela: Thank you Sam, that means so much to me. We'll tell him tomorrow, both of us. Oh, and one more thing Sam. Andy and Charlie have met, and she took quite a shine to him. I trust her implicitly, so I've ... I hope this is not too shocking for you ... I've said that she's the first out of the twelve.

Another pause.

Angela: Sam? Are you OK? You went a bit white there.

Sam: Oh, I guess... Well I guess it's a bit of a shock to think that it's actually going to happen. I mean, I was thinking that in principle Andy could meet one woman a month, but he might not meet anyone at all. After all, it took him a long time to meet you, more than a year, I think, so I guess I was hoping it would be just me and him for a year.

Angela: (joking) You wanted him to yourself Sam? Are you sure there's not something you should be telling me?

Sam: (grasping) Oh god no Angela. No. I meant...

Angela: You meant that it would be nice to carry on with your flirting practice, without another woman involved... It's OK Sam, I understand. But you can still carry on. I'll bet he'll grow to love it, as you get more skilled and confident. What man can resist having a nubile young woman like yourself flirting with him, whilst his ... well, his girlfriend, I guess I am now... is away and letting him screw other women. Indeed, the first other woman was set up by his girlfriend! Jesus, his ego will be unbearable. Remember, it's important more than ever to bring him down a peg or two as well, keep him on his toes.

Sam: (laughing) I'll try to remember.

Angela: So, enough about me. Tell me about this sugar daddy of yours.

Sam: He's NOT a sugar daddy. He's just ... older than me, that's all.

Angela: And?

Sam: (hesitatingly) Well, I've known him a while... but never thought anything of it, and I guess all this flirting... with Andy... has made me see him in another light. Not Andy! I mean my other man....

Angela: Well, it's a good job you're not seeing Andy that way. Can you imagine, you over here keeping an eye on him for me, him thinking that you're actually flirting with him because you fancy him, and you ... how did you put it?... seeing him in another light? Jesus, the mind boggles to think what might happen. Especially as he's already felt you up.

Sam: Oh Angela, nothing's going to happen, honest. I'll keep my eye on him.

Angela: So... Keep talking. How are you getting on with your man? Are you behaving yourself? (Laughter) Sam, I can read you like a book! What have you been up to?

A pause.

Angela: OK, I'll start. I know we shouldn't be talking about Andy when he's just upstairs, but what the hell, we can blame it on the wine. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling it already.

Sam: Me too. I've had quite a... tiring day, and I think the wine's hitting me hard.

Angela: We'll swap one story, and then we'll go to bed. So.... let me think... Ah yes, I've got it.

I sat up to look at the laptop. The two girls were sat on the sofa, both with their legs underneath them, facing each other. I could see Sam's face, but not Angela's. Sam had an excited, eager look on her face as she listened to Angela. I dropped my head and resumed just listening.

Angela: Was it last weekend or the weekend before? I can't remember. Anyway, it was hot. It was the weekend he stayed at mine, when Daniel was away at his mums. We'd gone out to do some sunbathing... actually, that's two sunbathing events, isn't it? Maybe if he goes sunbathing again, while I'm away, you could go with him, make sure he behaves himself. Maybe even get him to rub your back for you, eh? (laughter).

Angela: Anyway, we were putting lotion on each other, and obviously got a bit carried away. We ended up having sex in the garden, can you believe it? (A gasp from Sam). Broad bloody daylight, and there we were at it like rabbits. Anyway, Andy noticed something. There's a young boy, about your age, maybe a bit older. Nice lad, keeps himself fit, if you know what I mean. It turns out he was only watching us!

Sam: No! What happened?

Angela: Well, I thought he'd gone away with his parents, which is why I wasn't bothered before, but when Andy pointed out that he was there, I... Well, I found it quite exciting. I couldn't exactly turn round to look at him, but Andy said it looked like he was having a - I mean, playing with himself.

Sam: You can say 'wank', Angela, I'm not an eight year old.

Angela: Ah. Right. I just thought, with your religion and everything...

Sam (somewhat irritated): Oh, I'm sick of hearing that. Just because I believe in god, doesn't mean I can't swear and drink and have sex and do anything else I want!

Angela (confused): You've had sex? I thought you were saving yourself for marriage?

Sam: Shit. I don't mean sex. Just... other things.

Angela: Ah. I see..... Sorry... Anyway, it seems Peter - my neighbour's son - was watching us and playing... I mean, having a wank. Can you believe it?

Sam: So did you stop?

Angela: Did we buggery. We carried right on with it. In fact, we put on a bit of a show. I mean, at least when you watched us after the clothes show, it was with our permission. Well, my permission. But Peter was just helping himself. It actually got both of us quite excited.

Sam said nothing for a while, and then:

Sam: Do you often do that? I mean, have sex when someone else is watching?

Angela: No that was the only time. Well, I mean, OK, so you watched Andy wank off that night. And the first night when you caught him coming over my face. But it's not the same as full sex, is it?

Silence.

Angela: Sam, you've got that look again. Have you watched Andy and I at other times?

Sam: Oh Angela, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.

Sam started to cry a bit.

Angela: Oh Sam, don't be silly. Come here.

I sat up. The camera showed Angela giving Sam a cuddle on the sofa, Sam's face buried in Angela's chest. Angela was murmuring something softly to Sam, too quiet for me to make out clearly. After a few minutes, they broke apart.

Angela: So, Sam, it's OK. Tell me about it.

Sam (sobbing a bit): Well... it was that same night... after the shopping. I watched him wank, as we agreed... and then...

Angela: And then after I checked on you, you came down and watched us have sex.

Sam: Yes

Angela: Well I'll be... I thought you'd fallen asleep quickly, but I blamed it on a hard day's shopping, the tension of showing yourself off to Andy, the wine, and the excitement of watching Andy wank.... Did you just fall asleep for a few minutes and then woke up? Or were you pretending?

Sam: Pretending.

Angela: Did you see all of it? I mean, could you hear what we were telling each other?

Sam: Yes... I thought that you knew I was watching, but I realised it was just a fantasy... But then earlier when I came in- ... Do you often talk about me while you're having sex?

Angela: Well, maybe not often, but we've done it a few times, yes.

Sam: Oh.

Angela (after a pause): Is that OK Sam? You're not freaked out or anything, are you?

Sam: No. I don't think so. I mean, it's no different than me watching you, is it?

Angela: I guess not. Listen, Sam, I don't have an issue with you watching us, but I don't know how Andy will take it. It's supposed to be, well, to help you learn a few things. Andy might be a bit freaked out that his little babysitter is watching him fuck me.

There was a pause, and then both girls laughed.

Angela: As if, right? That little fantasy has made him come like gangbusters on a few occasions, let me tell you. Hell, if I were you, I'd be a bit worried that with you flirting with him, Andy might want to put it into practice.... Actually, that's something to prepare yourself for. If you're staying here at all while I'm away, it'll be awfully frustrating for Andy. He might be tempted to see if he can catch you naked or something, just to get his little kicks. Hell, if I were you, I'd lock the door, he might try to sneak in at night and slide the covers off .... Oh Sam, you need to learn a poker face. He's tried to catch you naked, hasn't he?

I looked up at the laptop, so see Sam leap up from the sofa, backing away from Angela.

Sam: No, no Angela. Absolutely not, I'd never do such a thing.

Angela: Calm down honey. It's not your fault if Andy sneaks around... He has, hasn't he?

Sam: Angela, I...

Angela stood up, went over to Sam, and pulled her in for a hug.

Angela: Sam, it's OK. What happened?

Sam: Well... I'm not sure... I woke up a couple of mornings with some sort of splashes on either me or the bedclothes. I thought it was maybe a leak, but Andy had a look and said it wasn't. Do you think....

Angela: Do I think he might have stolen in and wanked over you? I wouldn't put it past him. He's ruled by that... fine... prick of his, and I know him well enough to know that the thought of wanking over you, particularly in this heat where you might have kicked the covers off, would have been tough for him to resist.... So... you didn't wake up or anything?

Sam: No, I didn't hear a peep.