The Monogamists Ch. 03

"Traffic."

"Streets are quiet."

I was about to reply when I saw Anya on the couch, in jeans and t-shirt, bare feet tucked under herself, perched with a glass of white wine in her hand.

"I was waiting for Anya to get here," I confessed.

Anya shrugged. "I was early."

Jen poured a glass of wine and offered it to me.

"Bit of Dutch courage," she said. "I was going for tequila, but Anya talked me out of it."

Jen crossed over to the couch and sat down next to Anya. I remained standing, taking a mouthful of the wine.

"So," I said, "I guess you two have been talking already."

"Don't be like that," Jen replied.

"Yes," Anya interjected, "Yes, we have. I have some questions, and some conditions."

Anya's chin came up, defiantly, looking at me with those sultry dark eyes.

"Okay," I said, "Let's go. Fire away."

"Are you attracted to me, Henry?"

I began to stammer a reply; this was not going to be a continuation of the brunch conversation after all. Anya obviously had another tack.

"No," she interjected, "Just give me the answer."

I took a swig of wine, not really tasting it, just needing a moment to compose my reply. This was going way too fast, but there was only one answer I could give.

"Yes," I replied, "I think you're beautiful."

Jen shifted in her seat, unsettled.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

She had a strange look in her eye. I was taken aback by her directness.

"The truth," she reminded me.

"I'm here for Jen," I said, "Not you."

It was Anya's turn to take a sip of wine, like this was some moronic truth or dare drinking game. I decided to take the initiative.

"I'm here because Jen wants to fuck you," I said, "And I hope she still wants to fuck me. We just need to work out how to live with that, if we're gonna make this work."

It felt strange, having such a direct conversation with Anya. Jen was caught between us, watching us both intently, but staying silent. We had arrived at the crux of it: how Anya and I dealt with each other was going to decide whether this relationship was going to work.

Anya handed her glass to Jen and looked me straight in the eye as she hooked her hands into the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing a white, lacy bra. She dropped the t-shirt onto the floor and reached behind her back, never taking her eyes off mine. She shrugged, and the bra fell to her knees, freeing her ample breasts. The bra joined her t-shirt in a pile on the floor. Anya took her glass back from Jen and waited expectantly, completely topless, defiant.

I handed my glass to Jen and pulled my t-shirt over my head. My hands paused for a moment on my belt buckle. Point of no return, I thought. I unfastened my belt and undid my jeans. Returning Anya's stare, I wriggled my jeans and underwear down my legs in a single motion, kicking off my shoes and standing in front of both women, completely naked. I reached out, took my wine glass back from Jen and took a mouthful of the cold, tart liquid.

For a long while, no-one moved. Both sets of eyes were on me. To break the impasse, I took Jen's glass from her hand and handed both to Anya. I leaned over Jen, conscious of the blood rushing into my manhood as I thought through what I was about to do.

I pulled Jen off the couch and, without asking permission, I began to strip her. She complied, allowing herself to be turned around so I could undo her bra, letting me slide her panties down her legs, responding to the little push on her bottom to get her to kick off the puddle of clothes around her ankles. I stood behind Jen's naked body, my hand resting lightly on the soft skin of her hip. I gave Jen another little push and she took a step closer to the couch, bringing her crotch directly into Anya's line of sight.

"Ladies first," I said, stepping around Jen to retrieve my glass from Anya.

Jen reached out a hand, and pulled Anya off the couch, sliding her hands down Anya's firm breasts and supple stomach until she reached Anya's jeans. Anya's defiance had faded, replaced by rapt attention to Jen's movements, allowing the taller woman to strip her naked and lead her over to the bed in the opposite side of the room.

Jen had prepared the scene, dimming the main light and setting candles on the shelves. She pulled Anya down onto the bed and climbed over the top of her, seeming to forget completely that I was watching. I sank down onto the couch and took another sip of wine.

This was the end result of my blurted comments at lunch. The agreement we had finally come to earlier in the day was that jealousy was fed by secrets and the only way to fight that was to not hide ourselves from each other. I would get to see how Jen and Anya made love and in return Anya would get to see Jen and I. If one of us couldn't handle it, we would find out tonight. After this, we would know if we had a chance.

No-one spoke. Jen began to kiss her way down Anya's body, taking the time to caress her skin. Jen paid attention to Anya's nipples, breaking off to circle her breasts with light brushes of her lips. I began to understand how Jen responded differently with Anya than with me; I was able to see how Anya's hands came up to stroke and tease Jen's breasts in return, how she reared up to kiss her lover on the lips, both partners reacting to the same cues, deeply in touch with how their caresses would feel for the other person as they mirrored each other.

Anya's hand snaked down Jen's body, brushing her hip before coming to rest on her firm bottom. She gave it a squeeze and in response Jen's kisses began to progress lower and lower on Anya's body, circling her belly button before brushing against her neat strip of pubic hair.

As Jen descended, Anya ran her fingers through Jen's tousled blonde hair, sighing with delight as her lover worked her way over Anya's hip bone and then carefully down her thigh to her knee. Jen stopped and smiled up at Anya, then slowly began to work her way up the inside of Anya's thigh, kissing the soft skin.

When she reached the top of Anya's leg she breathed gently on Anya's waiting pussy.

"Would you like me to?"

Anya nodded, fixated on her lover's face so close to her crotch.

"I bet you would."

Jen began to kiss her way down the inner thigh of Anya's other leg, gradually working her way away from Anya's moistening slit.

"Such a shame."

I realised that my glass was empty and my cock was rigid. Watching the two of them together was one of the strangest and most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I got up to get a refill; neither woman paid me the slightest attention; they were now only concentrating on each other.

I watched Jen tease her lover endlessly, circling back to her crotch only to then embark on a new navigation of Anya's body: up to her breasts, or down to her knees, and then back around in the cycle. Each time, Anya's hips would buck in protest as Jen's lips and tongue came close to her waiting pussy, only to move away again.

When Jen reached Anya's pussy the next time, she stopped and hovered over it.

"You ready?"

"Uh huh."

Jen's mouth opened wide and clamped down hard on Anya's pussy, making her squeal with shock and enjoyment. I saw Jen's face muscles straining, evidence of her tongue working tirelessly deep inside Anya's slit. Anya began to groan and Jen broke off.

"Do you like this?"

Jen's tongue reached down to swirl around Anya's engorged clit, forcing Anya to raise her knees up involuntarily. She moaned in response.

Jen continued to work on Anya's pussy, thrusting her tongue inside her lover, withdrawing it and then clamping her lips over Anya's clit, sucking greedily. Anya began to writhe in response, and I felt my erection throbbing.

Anya's fingers ran through Jen's hair, bunched into fists and pulled, bringing Jen's head up.

"Kiss me," Anya breathed, guiding the other woman up her body.

"Do you want to find out what you taste like?"

In reply, Anya's mouth found Jen's and they began to kiss passionately. Anya shifted her hips and wrapped both of her legs around one of Jen's thighs, grinding her pubic bone against Jen's clit. Jen bore down in response, pinning the other woman under her body, grinding her own needy slit against her partner.

I watched as Jen began to hump herself against Anya's crotch, fascinated by the way that Anya responded in return, shifting her legs and angling her hips to maximise the friction. Jen began to grunt with each stroke and Anya raked her long nails down the other woman's back.

"Harder," she said.

They picked up pace and Jen buried her face in Anya's neck, blonde hair intertwined with dark, obscuring Anya's face completely. Jen shifted position slightly, adjusting her angle, then opened her eyes. She was looking directly at me, making sure that I was watching, seeing me painfully erect, sitting there on her couch. Her eyes closed then, and I heard her gasp as she began to grind in earnest against Anya. Something about seeing me enjoying what she was doing to Anya had spurred Jen to greater heights.

Jen reared up and Anya's hand instantly found Jen's pussy. Jen moaned as she felt Anya's fingers invade her, Anya's thumb rubbing over her swollen clit. Jen reached down in response, burying her fingers deep inside Anya, curling them around in Anya's hole, searching for her most sensitive spot.

I could see then just how well they already knew each other's bodies, how a particular touch would trigger a wave of arousal in the other, where the fingertips of one woman should probe inside her lover to hit the exquisite pleasure point, how far to push and when to cool off, bringing each other to the brink. It was concerted and gentle, in a way that I realised was very different to how Jen and I made love.

Anya sighed and Jen kissed her passionately on the mouth in response.

"You want to cum, babe?" Jen asked.

"You first," Anya replied, breathlessly.

"Age before beauty."

Jen laughed at what appeared to be a well-worn discussion between them.

"Fuck you," Anya replied.

"That's the idea."

In response, Anya began to grind the palm of her hand forcefully against Jen's pussy, massaging her clit through the hood, sending Jen into spasms of bliss. Jen began to groan loudly.

"Finally," Anya gasped, as Jen began to return the favour with her own hand in Anya's crotch, "Now it's a party."

Both women began to build towards climax, Jen moaning and Anya beginning to emit a higher-pitched cooing sound. The fingertips of Anya's free hand began to dig into the soft curve of Jen's bottom and her face contorted in anticipation of bliss. Jen's fingers were thrusting deep inside her now, her thumb playing frantically across Anya's clit.

Anya orgasmed, back arching with enough force to nearly knock her lover off her. This triggered an immediate response in Jen and she came too, burying her face in Anya's shoulder, her groans muffled by the tangle of blonde and dark hair.

Finally, they subsided and Jen rolled off Anya's prone body, onto her back, chest heaving. Anya caught her breath too, then patted Jen on her shoulder.

"Nice work babe."

"It was my pleasure."

"Yes," Anya said, swinging herself off the bed, "It certainly was."

I got up from the couch to meet Anya half-way as she came towards me. To my surprise, Anya raised her palm to me. I followed suit and she high-fived me.

"Tag," Anya said, looking pointedly down at my engorged manhood. "Thanks for letting me go first. I think you're gonna make quite a mess," she observed wryly.

When I reached the bed, Jen was lying with her hands behind her head, grinning.

"What's so bloody funny?" I asked, my hand brushing gently down her side.

"You look like you're about to burst."

Jen reached out to run a finger over the swollen head of my cock. It was shiny and a deep purple, and the feel of her finger moving across the sensitive skin sent shivers down my shaft.

Jen grinned at me and said, "You can skip foreplay. Unless you need to warm up first."

"You ready to go again?"

Jen looked smug, and replied, "Oh baby, you have no idea."

I took her at her word and knelt down between her knees, lowering myself down onto her body. My tip found the wet heat of her entrance and I pushed myself all the way into her slick passage with a single stroke, filling her. She closed her eyes and I felt her wrap her arms around me.

"Oh God, that's good," she affirmed, eyes closed now, concentrating on the feeling of me sliding out of her and pushing back into her. I set up a steady rhythm, trying to stave off the inevitable, but she felt so good around me I knew I wouldn't last if we stayed as we were.

"Want to try another position?" I asked.

"Sure."

I swung us both to the edge of the bed so that I was sitting on the edge, both feet planted firmly on the floor, Jen straddling me. She lowered herself down onto my member and began to grind herself up and down my shaft. The motion sent waves of pleasure through me as she used my cock for her enjoyment.

"I'm close," Jen announced, her arms wrapping me tightly, pinning me to her, burying my face in her breasts.

Part of me was wondering if Anya was watching all this, but the feeling of Jen's pert breasts sliding over my face soon banished all other thoughts. I opened my mouth and sought out a nipple. Clamping down hard, I heard Jen squeal and felt a pulse of contraction from her pussy, engulfing my cock.

I tried to control the pace but realised that I had chosen the wrong position for it.

"Change again?" I asked.

"Fuck. No. I'm good like this."

I gathered a good handful of her blonde locks in my hand and pulled her head back.

"I'm going to have to insist," I said, "Tonight I get what I want."

I pulled her off me and guiding her by her hair, positioned her on hands and knees on the edge of the bed. I stood up, patting her beautiful bottom.

I ran the tip of my cock up and down the slit of her pussy lips, teasing.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

I rubbed my tip against her over-sensitised clit.

"Yes, sir."

I couldn't quite believe that she had slipped into her submissive character with someone else watching.

"Good girl."

I plunged into Jen without warning, burying my shaft all the way to my balls inside her. I heard her moan loudly, but at this point I was concentrating on the developing feeling inside me that told me I was building up to release.

I kept a gentle pace, using slow and measured strokes.

"How many people do you want to fuck you tonight?" I asked.

"Two, sir."

"And how many orgasms?"

"As many as I'm allowed."

I looked across at Anya. She was standing by the couch, naked and apparently frozen to the spot. Her eyes met mine as I began to pound earnestly into Jen's willing pussy. I don't know why I did it, but I beckoned her closer. I don't know why she did, but Anya took a few steps forward to approach us. It felt strange and wonderful, the pleasure emanating from my manhood as I felt the exquisite friction of Jen's pussy and the nearness of another person. I realised that far from it being a barrier, I enjoyed being watched by Anya, and I could tell that Jen loved it too. I wasn't an exhibitionist but this was different, special.

I gripped Jen's hips tightly now, grunting with the effort of each stroke, feeling my balls contract and tense in anticipation. Jen was groaning loudly by now, and I could feel small spasms inside her that told me she was very close. I could have slowed at that point and maybe made it last but I didn't want to. I needed to fill her right now.

"Gonna cum," I breathed.

"Do it! Uhhh, harder."

My hands slithered up Jen's sweat-soaked back and I seized her shoulders, gripping them tightly and using my entire length now to drive into Jen's body. She whined and then clamped hard around my cock, cumming hard. I answered her with my own release, forcing myself into her furiously, each stroke powering a thick stream of cum into her. It was an intense, primal feeling and my mind blanked for a moment as something deep inside me drove me to fill her completely.

At last, I sagged down onto Jen's sweaty back, still buried deep inside her. She supported my weight and I could feel the extension and contraction of her ribcage as she breathed heavily. It made me feel like we were the same body, working in unison. I had never quite experienced a release so intense.

Finally, I pulled out, cupping my dwindling cock in my hand to stop cum spilling from my slick shaft all over the bed. I'd produced quite a load.

I patted Jen gently on the bottom.

"Let me just go deal with this," I said. I walked past Anya to the bathroom. Her eyes went from me, to the figure still on her hands and knees on the bed. I held up my hand. Belatedly, Anya realised what I was doing but there was no tagging this time; Anya shrugged instead.

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When I came back from the bathroom, I found Anya and Jen sitting nude on her couch, arms entwined. They were both looking at me, and I suddenly felt the absurdity of the situation, standing completely naked in front of these two beautiful women. We were all waiting for something, but I couldn't say what. I was a long way off the edge of the map, out in unexplored territory.

Jen patted the seat next to me and smiled. On the other side of her Anya nodded, and I could see that they had been discussing this moment between them. They'd already worked it out.

"Would you like some more wine?" I asked, barely believing I'd just said it, as if we were now going to be polite and make smalltalk after what had just happened.

"Yes please," Anya said.

Jen nodded and I went to fill our glasses up. It gave me time to think, but thinking was useless now. I realised that I was just waiting for the verdict.

I brought the glasses back to the couch and handed them to Anya and Jen, taking a sip myself before committing to the couch. Jen snuggled up next to me, laying a hand casually on my thigh. Anya's hand was on Jen's thigh, mirroring mine. I drank some more of the wine and waited; there was not a chance in hell that I was going to be the first to speak.

"Well," Jen said, "That was new."

Silence descended again. We all took another drink, then Anya threw her shoulders back and leaned forward.

"I'm in," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, "But I think we need to make some rules."

Jen stared at her, and I found myself doing the same.

"I liked the way we could be together," she continued, as if giving a project debrief. I realised that she'd already been putting a lot of thought into this, planning.

Anya looked at me, "And I also really appreciated the way we respected each other's boundaries. I think we work well as a team."

"A team?" Jen echoed, and I thought I could hear an overtone of humour.

"Yeah Jen," Anya explained. "We're a team. We need to stick together and have each other's backs. Or maybe you can't see the tidal wave of shit we're gonna get."

"Shit?" I said, feeling suddenly conspicuous that I too was parroting her words.

"Especially you," Anya said to me, "Bedding two beauties, one at each end, fucking us both until sun-up. It doesn't matter what you try to explain to Lily, she's sure we're in some depraved threesome. We're all going to have to live with that."

"But it's not the truth," I said, "I...."

"She's right," Jen said, cutting me off. "The odds are stacked against us, and that's before we talk about jealously and all that shit just between us three."

No-one spoke, as we contemplated Jen's words. Putting it so bluntly, it all looked quite hopeless.

"Jen, how long do you have on your lease?" Anya asked.

"Couple of months," Jen replied. Anya looked at me.

"Three and a half," I said.

"Can you break it?" she asked me.

I shrugged, and said, "Maybe, if I give some notice."