Surrounded Ch. 03

"Well, I left out some of the good stuff. My underwear wasn't the only thing I wore in front of Matt here. You know that one ugly two-piece Amanda has?" Michelle asked.

"You wore that too?" Katie asked.

"Wait, you wore it?" Michelle asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Once again, I'm way fucking ahead of you." Katie spat out.

"Really?" Michelle said, surprised that in all her well-designed planning, she had come to the same plan Katie had.

"Yeah!" Katie replied, annoyed at having to repeat herself. "It was a fucking struggle with these knockers. And I hate putting things on my body that are that fucking ugly..."

"Oh my God, that suit is the worst!" Michelle said, seemingly relieved at finally having someone to confide this fact in.

"Okay, you have nothing in terms of style, but my little sister is a fucking disaster." Katie said.

"Oh my God, I know!" Michelle explained. "She's a fucking train wreck. Could she please put in, like, five fucking minutes and at least try to look the least bit appealing?"

"She's not that bad." I said quietly, causing both of the women to look at me. Honestly, I didn't see any difference between Amanda and 95% of other women. There was literally no difference. Amanda dressed like a normal woman, not the pig-demon that these two were making it sound like. I realized I had spoken out loud when I felt their eyes on me. For a second, I wondered how they would respond to this interruption as their expressions were frozen. Then, they both laughed.

"Boys." Michelle said, shaking her head as Katie nodded in agreement.

"Not that dressing better would fucking help with her face... and her body. Only so much you can do with a girl like that." Katie said.

"She barely has a girl's body." Michelle replied.

"I can't believe I'm related to her." Katie said. "You can't imagine how annoying it is to be cooped up around her. I don't know how Matt does it. Her lameness is infuriating. She makes people less cool when she is around."

"Why do you think we don't have girls nights together anymore?" Michelle said with a laugh.

"Hey, I'm stuck with her. You're friends with her by choice." Katie remarked.

"Here's the thing. I'm her best friend. She's, like, not in my top fifty. She's just some girl I hang out with from time to time. The only reason I've stuck around so long is that her hubby is so fun to look at." Michelle stated, glancing at me. I listened to this, and even though it should infuriate me, her speaking so negatively about my wife, it really fucking turned me on.

"I don't know why I waited so long to do him." Katie stated.

"Oh my God, me too!" Michelle added. "Once I had my plan to seduce him, I wondered why I hadn't thought of it before."

A pause fell between us, a lull in the conversation between these two sluts, bonding about how much they hated my wife. The tone of the conversation had gotten slightly less contentious, so the tension had dissipated slightly. Finally, Michelle spoke up.

"So, what do we do about him?" Michelle asked. Both of the girls turned to look at me, and I froze as I was in their crosshairs. I gulped, knowing the anger they felt towards each other was about to turn on me.

"Well, we can't leave him unpunished for the shit he pulled." Katie said.

"You're telling me." Michelle began, "He let me believe I was the only slut he had on the side. He let me believe I was getting all of that tasty cum of his."

"And I told him to keep it in his pants for one week while I was gone. One week! I made him promise to save all of his cum for me, for my body. Not waste it by his own hand or with some random slut." Katie spat out at me.

"Well, I'm more than just a random slut. I showed Matt here I was wife material. I cooked for him. I cleaned for him. I drained his balls. I showed him I could be the slutty wife he always needed." Michelle proclaimed proudly. Katie rolled her eyes.

"Aww, that's really sweet. That's just really great. While you've been the great fucking wife, filling your head with recipes and ways to fucking vacuum a house, I was busy fucking men, learning every way possible to make them cum. So you can go cook us dinner, and I'll be taking my anger out on him." Katie said to Michelle.

"Hmm, I don't think so. You're a one trick pony, Katie. You do one thing, and you may do it well, but I'm a fucking renaissance woman compared to you." Michelle said.

"My one trick is better than anything you can bring to the table. I'd rather be good at one thing than okay at a bunch of things. I'm a great fuck, so I'm a slut. I don't screw around with other shit." Katie stated.

"I'm a lot better than okay." Michelle replied.

"So, Matt!" Katie began, turning to face me again. "You have to decide, what do you prefer? Do you choose Michelle and her cooking and cleaning bullshit and her okay body, or me, the slut who just hates keeping her clothes on, with the luscious body that you can't keep your hands off of? Don't forget that, whenever you're around me, your slutty sister-in-law, you just can't stop cumming."

"Do you want a bitchy, one-trick whore, or do you want me, Matt?" Michelle began. "A slut with a crazy hot body who can keep your belly full, your chores done, and your balls empty? With a slut like her, she's so brazen and arrogant... I think she wants to be caught. With me, we can fuck behind your wife's back for years." Michelle offered. "Do you want to stick with a slut like me, Matt?" Katie began. "Are you willing to give up these jugs for her, for that pathetic body?" she added, cupping her jugs and squeezed them. "Compared to my rack, hers is microscopic."

"Are you willing to give up, what you yourself admitted, was the tightest hole you've ever fucked?" Michelle countered.

"Matt, you have to decide. You fucked up big time. What kind of asshole fucks not just one but two sluts behind his wife's back? You had to know we'd find out. Neither of us are as stupid as my little sister. You had to know this would blow up in your face?" Katie stated.

"Sluts like us don't play nice, Matt. We play for keeps. Don't you know how competitive girls like me are? When a slut like me fucks a guy, she owns his life. You can't have two sluts in charge of you. So, you have to choose." Michelle added.

"You have to pick." Katie added.

"Who do you like better, Matt?" Michelle asked. Finally, the two sluts were silent. Waiting for my response. Waiting for me to take action.

What do I do? If I pick one, the other would surely be furious. The other one could blow this whole thing up and ruin me. I mean, Katie, her tits, her ass, her body, her bitchiness, God, she just did it for me in the worst way. But Michelle, she was skilled, she was sinewy, and her asshole was crazy tight. Sure, Katie had a tighter pussy, but Michelle's ass was, as she said, the tightest hole I had ever fucked. Michelle's ass was just perfect, the best ass you could ask for, but Katie, her enormous rack was just mouth-watering. How could I pick one over the other?

Then, it hit me. The cold, corrupted monster that these two had made me into came to the surface, as it only could in a circumstance like this. Me, on edge, confronted by my actions, with balls full of cum. With a cold clarity, the way forward, the way out of this situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew exactly what to do. The fear and nervousness drained from me, and when I spoke, even I was surprised at how calm and clear my voice was.

"This situation blowing up doesn't help any of us." I began. "Me picking one of you doesn't help any of us. What we need to do is to learn to get along."

"What?" Katie said.

"What are you talking about?" Michelle asked.

"We all agree that what makes the affairs I've been having so hot is that we're doing it behind Amanda's back. Picking one of you is just like picking neither of you, because I have no doubt neither of you would hesitate to blow this whole thing up if I didn't choose you... right?" I asked.

I watched both of them hesitate and then nod in agreement.

"Yeah, probably." Katie said.

"Yeah." Michelle agreed.

"We're in this together, whether either of you like it or not." I stated. "So either we all lose out on this, or we learn to work together." Both of them looked unhappy at this conclusion, but I think they knew I was right. "Now, I have shown I can get along quite well with both of you, so if we're in this together, we need to learn to work together. You two need to learn how to play nice."

"Uhhh, seriously?" Katie replied.

"Do we have to?" Michelle pouted.

"I know you don't want to get along. I know there's that cattiness between you. But you guys have to get over it. So, you guys need to learn to get along. You need to bury the hatchet. Say something nice to each other." I asked.

"What?" Katie asked.

"C'mon." Michelle stated, not wanting to compliment this whore she clearly disliked.

"We need to do this, or we're all screwed." I said amicably. There was a long pause before, finally, Michelle spoke up.

"Fine." she said snottily. Michelle paused, asking herself if she wanted to actually do this, then finally, she bit the bullet and spoke up. "Katie, I... uh... fine, I never admitted this, and I might have said otherwise before, but... uh, your tits are fucking perfect. I mean, I've never liked you, but I've always thought your tits were fucking perfect."

"Well, yeah, I know they're perfect." Katie replied arrogantly.

"Katie." I warned, asking her to play nice. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't think this changes anything, Matt. This bullshit might make you feel better, but it won't make us best friends." Katie stated.

"I'm not telling you to be best friends." I began. "I'm just telling you to be cordial. So say something nice."

Katie sneered at me, unhappy at having to do this. Finally she sighed and said.

"Fine, I guess... your body's not pathetic. It's... pretty good." Katie said, although it seemed painful to her. "I mean, it doesn't compare to mine, but..."

"Just pretty good? Katie, you can do better than that." Michelle needled. Katie rolled her eyes.

"Fine." she said annoyed. "You have a great ass. You happy? You have a fantastic ass. There, I said it."

"That's better." Michelle said, smiling wide.

"So what are we trying to accomplish here with this stupid bullshit?" Katie asked.

"There's only one thing we can do at this point. There's only one way we're all walking away from this happy. Where everyone gets what they want. And, to get that, it will require teamwork between the two of you." I stated, letting that sink in.

"What do you mean..." Katie began, pausing as the truth hit her. She looked at me in surprise. "So, that's what you're playing at, huh?"

"It's the only way we all get what we want." I stated.

"Look at you. The man that got married to my baby sister would never try pulling this shit. Look at you now." Katie stated.

"It's like you said. I'm the monster you made." I replied.

"What, what is he doing?" Michelle asked, still not sure what I was playing at. Katie turned to Michelle.

"He wants a threesome." Katie said simply.

"Ugh, really Matt?" Michelle said, a bit surprised and maybe a bit disgusted. "I don't want to be in a threesome with this whore."

"And I don't want to be in a threesome with this princess." Katie stated.

"You both came here looking for one thing. Neither of you are leaving without it, so, it's the only way we all get what we want." I stated.

Both of them stood there and thought about it. I turned up the heat a bit.

"You both were so confident about who was the bigger slut. Now's your chance to prove it. This is the way to see each other in action and truly prove who is sluttier... who is nastier... who is filthier. But, if either of you are too afraid to step up and prove it, that's up to you." I said, feeding into their competitive natures and egos.

Both women looked annoyed that I was trying to pull this off, but neither was stepping away. They were clearly contemplating this new depth of depravity. Finally, Michelle spoke up.

"Fine. I'm in. Let's do this." she said. We both turned to Katie.

"Ugh, fine, whatever." Katie acquiesced. I couldn't believe it. I was about to have a threesome with my wife's older sister and my wife's best friend! This was so fucking wrong, but my dick was throbbing with need, as it now knew pleasure was near.

"But don't think you're getting away with something here. You're gonna pay for making me wait. I was a good girl. I could have been getting laid with some random dudes back home, but I waited at home. I wasn't getting some on the side like you were. I lived up to my end of the deal. So, I'll do this fucking threesome, but I get your cock first. I haven't cum in a week! I'm climbing the fucking walls here!" Katie said.

"You haven't cum in a week? Jesus..." Michelle said sympathetically, as if this was an incredible burden for Katie, to have not had one orgasm in a week. I know there had to be women out there who rarely had orgasms, let alone not cumming for a week, so probably few women would sympathize for Katie's plight. But then I realized, for women with such voracious hunger as these two sluts, not cumming for a week sounded like hell on Earth.

"So, are we doing this thing?" Katie asked.

"Yeah, let's get started." Michelle agreed, nodding at me. Inside, I was terrified. I was shocked I had been smooth enough to make this happen. But, I was pushing my luck here. I had talked two filthy sluts into a threesome, two women that kinda hated each other. Two filthy sluts that could ruin me in many ways. This could all blow up, but then I thought about their flesh. So much bare, smooth flesh, so much tits and ass. Two angry, horny sluts, competing on my dick, trying to out-fuck each other by using me. I knew this was risky, but the thought of these two babes in bed together with me drove me forward. I only hoped I could keep up with their voracious appetites.

Katie led us towards the bedroom as I was lost in thought. My earlier confidence had fled me. I followed these two sluts bouncing asses as they led me into what would no doubt be another level of pleasure. I had been so tense in trying to prevent a huge blow-up, that I almost couldn't believe I steered this conflict into the bedroom. I was still terrified this uneasy truce would fall apart and this maneuver I made would completely blow up in my face.

Before I knew it, all three of us were in my bedroom, and Katie and Michelle turned to face me.

"Well, I bet you feel pretty smart, don't you Matt?" Katie sneered at me, clearly angry at my little bit of manipulation. "You think that just cause you're about to pull off a threesome with two busty babes that that makes you in control here? I don't think so. I'm running this show." she said, grabbing the hem of her top.

"Ha. Well, we'll see about that." Michelle replied, doing the same. I stood frozen as I watched these two sluts begin to undress.

Katie peeled her top off and threw it aside, revealing her massive, bra clad breasts, her smooth, bulbous flesh overflowing the red fabric. I swear they had grown a fucking cup size since last week. Michelle did the same as Katie, tossing her top aside, revealing her massive, soft breasts filling her pink bra to the brim. Both women eyed each other's boobs as they lowered their jeans, peeling the thin denim down and stepping out of them, revealing each of their matching thongs. Both women stood now in their underwear, and they couldn't help but appraise each other.

Michelle eyed the blimps on Katie's chest and shook her head.

"I've never liked you, Katie, but I've never doubted your body. Your tits are out of this world. Just fucking huge. And I fucking love that thong." Michelle complimented.

"I know, right?" Katie replied, spinning to let both me and Michelle fully appreciate her thong clad ass. "It was a bit pricey, but it seemed perfect for me."

"It really is. You have to tell me where you bought it." Michelle said. Katie eyed Michelle's juicy body, and she couldn't help but stare at Michelle's ass.

"And I meant what I said before. Your ass is really fucking amazing." Katie stated.

"I know." Michelle said confidently. "I mean, my thong is hot, but that thong on my ass would just be perfect." Katie rolled her eyes.

"Okay, that's enough. Can we just cut this girly crap and get down to business?" Katie said. "Listen, we're not friends. Let's not act like this is something it's not."

"Listen, Katie. If we're gonna be having sex, then we might as well at least get along." Michelle proposed.

"First of all, we're not gonna be having sex. We are both gonna be having sex with him, not each other." Katie replied.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were dainty around other women." Michelle said. "When I said before that I had had sex with women I meant it. I'm not afraid of it. I dive in."

Katie rolled her eyes again and glanced at me. Michelle smiled, seemingly having got one up on her rival. Katie spoke up.

"Is this what you want, Matt? You want me and her to bond, to be best friends?" Katie asked mockingly. "Is that how you plan to escape this predicament you found yourself in? Is this just an attempt at female bonding?"

I shook my head at this. That was partly the truth, to be honest. Katie stared at me, before rolling her eyes once more. Before anyone could react, Katie reached out and grabbed Michelle by the back of head. Before Michelle could react, Katie pulled her in and jammed her tongue down her throat.

I almost jumped in shock. Michelle was taken aback but she melted into the moment. I was suddenly watching my sister-in-law French-kissing my wife's best friend. I was watching these two women, women who hated each other, making out. Their plump, soft lips pressed roughly together, their tongues in each other's mouths. My dick was pulsing as I watched these two gorgeous sluts making out. I watched Katie's hands slide down Michelle's body and squeeze her firm ass cheeks that were just hanging out of her thong. Michelle's hands were also busy, sliding up between them, letting her hands immerse themselves in Katie's huge, squishy breasts, squeezing them firmly. Both of the beautiful women dove in completely, letting the passion of the moment overtake them. They were simply going at it, trying to gain the advantage in this kiss. Finally, they pulled away with a sigh, spit connecting their plump lips.

"Still think I'm dainty, bitch?" Katie gasped out.

"Mmm, no." Michelle whispered. While Katie was able to turn off the switch, Michelle seemed a little more into it, lost in a daze of pleasure. Both women turned to look at me, noticing my expression of stumped shock.

"What are you waiting for?" Katie asked. I jumped into action, ripping off my shirt and unzipping my pants.

"Look at you Matt." Michelle said. "You must have been so uncomfortable, being around the three women who are currently spreading their legs for you. And now, when the moment comes to take action, you don't know what to do."

Emboldened by these two sluts once again, I ripped my pants down to my thighs, causing my rock-hard shaft to spring upward coming to a stop. I watched as the girls' eyes watched it bounce, following it until it stopped moving. I let the girls admire my thick shaft for a few moments. After all of today's teasing, I was on edge, and my dick was positively dripping with cum. The women couldn't pull their eyes away, and I took the opportunity to step out of my pants and my briefs, leaving me naked in front of these two sluts. With a confident swagger, I stepped forward, approaching the dick-hungry sluts. As I got within arm's length, I felt one set of fingers curl around my shaft, followed by a second set. I looked between the two women, lust in their eyes as they gripped my shaft. Then, they attacked.