WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 08

"A side benefit to me is I get to watch two beautiful women pleasure each other. Girl on girl porn is one of the most popular forms of pornography for men, more so than almost anything else. Watching them pleasure one another is exciting and stimulating to me and helps me to perform my stud duties. Marcia is sexually included in the process and gets to enjoy herself as I am and can see the extent of my emotional involvement with the woman she's surrendered to me. During this process, Marcia learns she can accept pleasure from a woman without guilt or fear. She's not falling in love with them. I'm not concerned or troubled. She has a higher level of trust in me than she had before. Our relationship is improved and strengthened by the choices we've made. Then I let her engage in a fantasy with another man. She ensured I was cared for and tended to during this fantasy. She's more comfortable letting go this time, and we're more sure of each other. We realize how deeply committed we are to one another. There's no stress and very little jealousy because we've been honest and straightforward with one another."

I paused. "Now the process is repeated. I'm performing the same service for others of our friends. Is it easier or harder this time around? The women she shares me with are still disinterested in me emotionally. I'm still trying to make it easier for them by including other women in the process so they're not just fucking some random guy. Our one problem with this whole thing is once we've both loved one of these women, they somehow become part of who we're willing to accept in our bed on a regular basis. We don't want to do that anymore, feeling we're losing some of the exclusivity of our marriage. It can go one of two ways, becoming open on an unlimited basis or try to contain it from spreading. We played with limiting my knowledge of who I was with. Realistically, we know it's less than ideal. I can make guesses about the women I'm with by height, weight, body hair, and a number of other factors. So, we decide to limit it from spreading more by limiting Marcia's contact with the women. We won't continue to include Marcia in any further attempts at impregnation. But now she's back on the outside looking in. It seems unfair to me. Given I'll be having sex with other women she won't, my becoming indignant or upset at her having sex with the ones she has before is patently ridiculous, especially as they're also still available to me. Fortunately, I don't expect to be having sex with most of them unless they're trying to have children. Brianna and Monique might have sex with me, purely out of regard for Marcia, as they prefer her, but they don't expect her to exclude me while having sex with them. If someone's in bed with us, everyone gets included. Chantelle, we both have sex with because it's the one person who will enjoy it equally with both of us. I'm not going to restrict her from enjoying herself with those others given the trust and love she's shown me during all this. I'm happy she can enjoy herself. I don't regret her anything."

"You honestly don't care, do you?"

"Other than being excited by it and unable to do anything in front of my mother, I'm great. Is John done feeding?" I asked Brianna. "I'd like to hold him and burp him if I can."

"Yes. Here you go," she handed him to me along with a burp towel.

I put him on my shoulder and gently rubbed or patted his back. Marcia got out of the pool, the water sloughing off her magnificent body as she wrung out her hair. She was so beautiful and I loved her so much.

She stood behind my chair and bent over for a quick kiss. "My ears were burning. Were you talking about me?"

"Mom was asking more questions about how our relationship worked," I said.

"Did he answer all your questions, Jane, or do you have some more?" Marcia asked.

"He answered for how he felt," Mom said. "I might have a few for you."

"Ask away," Marcia said. "There's very little we can keep from you now. You've seen most everything."

"How do you feel when you watch him making love to another woman?"

"I'm filled with a multitude of different and sometimes conflicting emotions, Jane. It's odd we've reached this point of our relationship because we both took our vows very seriously. I would have been content if he were the last person I ever had sex with. I never wanted to hurt him the way he was before and I've had boyfriends who couldn't keep their dick in their pants which upset me no end when it happened. One of them started having sex with a stripper who was quite promiscuous and I worried if he'd given me an STD. I wanted to shoot him at the time. I sold the personal gun I owned at the time to keep from doing something stupid."

"I didn't know that," Mom said. "It would be rather traumatic, wouldn't it."

"It was. So I was looking for someone who wanted to settle down and quit playing around and Sam fit the bill perfectly for me. Yet somehow, here we are. Your son has never given me reason to doubt his integrity and honor. He's never done anything to intentionally hurt me in which I was not a willing participant. Despite the hard spankings and paddling he's given me during my submission, he's never raised his hand to me in anger at any moment. He loves and cherishes me in a million tiny ways every day. I love him with all my heart, so when I see his cock slide into another cunt or mouth or ass, a tiny part of me wishes it weren't. But a much larger part of me thinks; I've gifted him this beautiful cunt, this lovely mouth, this tight ass, because I do love him and if I asked him to, he'd give it up. He'd stop the instant I asked him to, no matter how close he were to climax and never touch another woman. Therefore, it's my decision he's fucking this woman, and I would give him anything, even this gorgeous woman, to show how much I love him and honor his love to me. More than any pain I might feel to see him with another, I feel this love; my love, for your son." Marcia bent down to kiss me again.

"Oh, sweetheart," Mom said, "that's so wonderful." She handed Sarah back to Brianna and stood up. "Give me a hug." Marcia went to her and they squeezed each other. "I'll never worry about you two again. You're both a little crazy, but I'll never doubt how much you love and care for one another or that you'll hurt one another. Thank you for loving my son."

"You're welcome, mom. He's very easy to love. I credit you and John for raising such a wonderful man. You don't grow up so good and loving without seeing it every day in your home as a child. He had good examples teaching him as he learned."

Mom leaned back and looked up at Marcia. "Do you ever argue?"

"Of course we do. We're not machines. We both have reason to get angry with one another, but it's small things, usually. Him forgetting to bring out the trash on trash night, or me refusing to stop for milk on the way home from work because I'm hot and tense and tired of being on the road. Never the big things, only unimportant ones. But we agreed to never say hurtful words for inconsequential matters. And we talk about the big things, reach agreement on what we both can live with. It's how we've handled the changes in our lives for the last several months. Talk, discuss, reach consensus, agree on limits, establish where we cannot go and still love one another."

"Good night, honey." Mom hugged Marcia again, then me. "Enjoy your night. I'll see you in the morning." She took John and Brianna carried Sarah and they walked into the house, talking and laughing.

I got in the pool and went up to Chantelle. "Hello, beautiful. Are you looking forward to our night together?"

"Oui, monsieur. Very much."

"Watching you and Marcia together was very erotic. I was quite turned on."

Chantelle reached under the water and felt the lump under my swimsuit. "Pauvre garçon. You understand; poor boy. Marcia and I should do something to relieve this condition. Are you ready to go to bed now? Or should we do it here now your maman is gone."

"The bed is far more comfortable."

"Oui. As you wish."

Chantelle took my hand and led me to the steps out of the pool. Marcia had taken the chaise I'd vacated and was lying down with her eyes closed. Chantelle knelt beside her lounge and leaned over to kiss her. Marcia opened her eyes.

"Pardon, madame. Your husband informs me he was aroused by the attention I gave you and is complaining of this." She picked up Marcia's hand and placed it on my stiff cock, becoming stiffer by the moment. "He wishes to adjourn to the bedroom to have us treat his condition. Would you be willing to assist me with his problem?"

"I would love to, Chantelle. I've been bereft of his organ for far too long today. Let's go."

She got up and took my other hand and together led me to our bedroom. They closed the door and brought me to the bed. While I stood in front of the bed, Marcia lowered my wet swim trunks to the tile floor and my cock sprung out from my body. Marcia patted the bed beside her, inviting Chantelle to take a seat.

"Would you like to share this popsicle with me, Chantelle?"

"Oui, Madame."

"Guests first." Marcia kissed her, then held out my cock to Chantelle's mouth.

Chantelle took me deep inside her mouth, sucking down nearly to the root, licking my prick as she rose off it, then aimed it at Marcia. Marcia did the same, though she went all the way down until her lips were touching my balls. Exerting a light suction, she slowly released me, twirling her tongue around me. Then handed it back to Chantelle. Back and forth they passed me, caressing my cock with their soft lips and agile tongues. At one point, they were kissing each other around the head of my prick, both nibbling lightly as they kissed. I was huffing and puffing, breathing hard as they shared me, keeping me on the edge longer by trading places frequently and altering the rhythm of their oral caresses. Chantelle's hand went to my sack and fondled the balls within, slowly massaging them.

"If it would please you, Madame; this slave would like the first taste of his offering," Chantelle said while Marcia worked her spell on my shaft. "I believe he's close."

Of course I was close. The two magic mouths stroking my manhood were expertly working to extract my semen. Just watching the two pairs of lovely lips opening to accept my shaft, one black and one white, was enough to power my most potent fantasies. Marcia surrendered my cock to Chantelle and as soon as she sucked, I gasped "Ahh, fuck" and felt my cum streaming up my shaft and into her mouth in powerful pulses. She quickly absorbed the first part of my load before transferring my prick to Marcia for her to collect the remainder of my semen. As my throbbing grew weaker, Marcia pumped my cock with her hand to get the last few drops, then she turned to Chantelle and kissed, sharing my seed between them. I collapsed to my knees, unable to stand any longer, and both of them kissed me and I tasted myself on their tongues as they speared my mouth, one after the other.

"That was incredible," I said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Monsieur," Chantelle. "If it please Monsieur, this slave is very anxious to cum and I would borrow your wife to achieve her goal."

"Be my guest," I said. "I can hardly object to watching two lovely women pleasing each other after they took care of me so delightfully."

"Merci, monsieur," Chantelle said, pulling Marcia farther up the bed.

For a long time, they did nothing more than kiss, though eventually, their hands started to wander, going first to the full breasts and taut nipples of the other, then sliding down between their bodies to penetrate the moist folds with avid fingers. Marcia eventually turned head to tail and pulled Chantelle over her, Chantelle's legs spreading to grant Marcia's face and mouth access to her pouting pussy, wet with desire. Watching Marcia's pink tongue slithering through the damp folds of Chantelle's chocolate slit soon had my cock standing at attention once more. I put my hand on Chantelle's ass and stroked it's cocoa curves while watching Marcia's face begin to glisten from the fluids evading her seeking mouth.

Marcia climaxed first, her back bowing even under Chantelle's weight as she surrendered to her pleasure, her mouth an 'O' of passion, her eyes closed in delight as the waves of gratification swept through her. Chantelle orgasmed soon after, her pussy pulsing her release, her ass rising into my hand, her ardor dripping from her cunt as Marcia lapped to gather each drop.

As soon as the waves washed over her, Chantelle said, "Fuck me, Monsieur. Fuck me now!"

Who was I to deny such a request. I spread her legs wider and kneeling over Marcia's head, slowly thrust into Chantelle's liquid cunt, feeling Marcia's tongue slide along my shaft until it disappeared, completely engulfed in Chantelle's sheath. I paused, luxuriating in her warmth and slick wetness. Marcia began nibbling on my sack and I shuddered and pushed even harder into Chantelle, and she moaned her desire.

"Fill me with your wonderful cock, Monsieur. Make me your bitch. Fuck me now," she whispered. Marcia laughed and resumed licking her delicious cunt.

I started stroking into her, slowly at first, then faster, than slow again. Every so often, I would pull out of her pussy to her disappointed groans to let Marcia lick me, then push back in driving hard for her depths. She orgasmed once more, as did Marcia.

"Fuck her ass, Sam. Fuck this bitch and cum in her ass," Marcia panted.

"Oui, Monsieur. Fuck my ass. Make me cum on your prick," Chantelle breathed.

I pulled out of her soggy pussy and Marcia pulled her cheeks apart, exposing the dark star of her puckered sphincter. Using nothing more than the coating of her pussy spend, I put my cock at the gate to her ass and leaned forward, pushing in past her defenses. Chantelle groaned to feel me penetrate her bottom. Giving her time to accustom herself to my invasion of her nether hole, I finally pushed in until my balls slapped against Marcia's face, still licking the cum slick folds of her cunt.

"Now, Monsieur. I'm ready now. Fuck me," Chantelle moaned.

Never one to deny a beautiful woman begging to be fucked, I started stroking into her dark passage in counterpoint to the moans she released as her erogenous zones were all played upon.

"Mon Dieu. You're making me cum. I'm cumming so hard," Chantelle moaned. "It's incredible. Keep licking my clit, Marcia. Keep fucking my ass, Monsieur. Don't stop. Don't stop. Aaahhhh!"

Her rectum was clasping my cock in velvet gloves as she spasmed through her orgasm. I could feel Marcia's head bobbing beneath me as she teased Chantelle's clit. I continued pumping into her as she throbbed and bucked beneath me. The continued contractions of her ass flexing over my cock did me in and I felt my balls churn as I released my load, flooding her rectum with my cream. I grunted my release, teased and pleased by the heavenly palpitations of her ass.

When I was finished, I couldn't collapse on her back or I'd squish Marcia. I twisted to the side and collapsed on the bed, totally spent. Marcia and Chantelle continued to pleasure each other until Marcia had her second orgasm. Marcia pushed on Chantelle's hip to get her off and fully breathe.

"Oh my God, how great was that?" I said, panting.

"Mmmm, I enjoyed it," Chantelle said.

"Next time, you have to be on the bottom," Marcia said. "When you climaxed, you'd forget to hold yourself up and almost crushed me."

"You don't look much the worse for wear, my darling," I said, "still good enough to eat."

"Hold that thought," Marcia said. "Let's clean up quick and you can prove it to me."

We hopped in the shower and took our time soaping each other. By the time we were finished, everyone was ready for another round, including Mr. Happy.

Marcia grasped me by the handle, saying, "Come with me, Sam. I have plans for you. You too, Chantelle. I'm not done with you yet, either."

She walked me to the bed, then pushed me down. "Make yourself comfortable. You're going to be busy for awhile." I inched my way to the center of the bed and looked up at my beloved. She smiled down at me. "We're going to play a version of musical chairs," Marcia said. "Chantelle will be starting on his cock, and I will start on his mouth. Every three minutes, Chantelle and I will switch places, and the other one will ride his cock. Whoever is riding his cock when he cums will be the winner, and will be queen for the night, able to command her two subjects to do all she wishes for the balance of the night."

"What do I win," I asked, "since I cannot ride my own cock and have no opportunity to compete in this contest?"

"You mean licking the cunts of two beautiful women and cumming in one of said cunts, then serving her for the balance of the night is not prize enough for you," she teased.

"It is an extraordinary treat," I replied, "but likely one I'd be enjoying anyway."

"I thought you'd feel cheated, so I've arranged with Brianna for Chantelle for her to be your slave for twenty-four hours beginning at eight tomorrow morning when my slavery starts, and as an added bonus, since my slavery has been so broken up this trip due to all the job related things I had to do, I will extend my slavery for an additional day, until eight PM the day after tomorrow."

"I'm in," I said. "Sign me up now."

Marcia laughed, then stroked my cock. "I thought you'd enjoy my idea."

"Queen for the night, and slave to Monsieur for twenty-four hours? I too, wish to sign up for this contest. Will you be sure to punish me, Monsieur?"

"Of course. It's one of the joys of being a Master."

"Don't plan on winning this contest," Marcia added. "I intend to be riding his cock when he cums, sister."

"You're on," Chantelle laughed. "I will extract the cum from Monsieur's marvelous cock."

"Since we've extracted it twice already, it should take awhile for him to give us our treat. Sam, we expect you to hold out as long as possible. We want to cum several times before you do. If you don't last for at least ten minutes, you lose our slavery. Mount him, Chantelle."

Chantelle settled herself over my prick, sliding easily over my pole and began to ride me. Marcia sat on my face and I inserted my tongue in her cunt, already slick with her desire. So it began. Every three minutes, they'd make a fast switch, and I'd be tasting a new cunt, and another silken sheath would be sliding over my cock. Marcia was the first to cum on my cock, on her second time riding my rod, Chantelle cumming on my mouth about the same time as I sucked her fat clit. It was during Chantelle's third ride, I began to feel the need to climax, but remembering Marcia's admonition to last as long as I could, I started thinking of other things, trying to delay my orgasm as long as I might. Unfortunately, it caused me to neglect Marcia's cunt, currently riding my lips.

"Why are you ignoring my pussy, Sam? You're usually more attentive."

"I'm starting to feel the urge to cum. I'm trying to think of other things so I don't climax too quickly."

"It's no excuse for neglecting my cunt. Concentrate on pleasing me to ignore your cock. Strive to make me cum."

I redoubled my efforts on her slick folds and she climaxed shortly after."

"I'm going to win," Chantelle said.

She was wrong, for now. I managed to hold on until it was time to change again. Marcia started riding me and I concentrated on Chantelle's cum soaked cunt. I knew my face was covered with their fluids. I could feel the glaze around my mouth from my chin to my nose. Marcia started working her PC muscles, strengthened during her frequent Kegel exercises, trying to extract my cum. I tried to deny her. She'd told me to hold out as long as I could. I was only doing as she ordered, and I wanted to see what Chantelle would do if given control over us. I focused on Chantelle, bringing her to another orgasm. I don't know how I did it, as hard as Marcia was clutching my cock, but somehow I didn't climax and they switched again. As soon as Chantelle established her seat, I groaned and ejected a mountain of cum into her cunt.