Weekend for Four Ch. 04

Claire released me from her kiss, grinning, and said while still holding my gaze, "Do you think my husband would like two hot women sharing him?"

Not quite believing this was happening, I managed only, "He would..."

It was Claire's turn to scoot down the bed. Both decidedly feminine pairs of feet dangled over the foot of our bed; I noticed, but that wasn't what I watched. Claire and Rita took turns licking the length of my erection, from balls to head, each one going up and down twice before letting the other do the same. I wanted to cum so badly, but didn't want to abbreviate my joy at having the two of them have their way, and mine, with me.

They didn't speak, and I suspected they had done this before, maybe with Bill, maybe with other men, or women. Their coordination was flawless, and I imagined watching them doing this with Bill, each of them switching positions automatically after hours of practice, maybe, after the inevitable climax they would grant him, maybe even sharing his cum together, or all three of them, their tongues and lips gooey with the white fluid...

After several minutes of trading off, neither one looking at me but with their silent attention on each other, they changed what they were doing. Rita took me into her mouth, slowly, agonizingly taking me in about halfway before pulling her head back. Claire moved a little further down, and took my balls into her mouth, almost soothingly sucking and tonguing them as Rita sucked on me.

My hands started cramping painfully, and I realized I held the sheets in a death-grip while my two girls tormented me with my first double blowjob. I hoped fervently it wouldn't be the last. Willing my hands to unclench, I caressed the top of Rita's head with the left one, feeling her soft auburn hair under my fingertips as she presented me with another incredible sucking of my shaft. Claire was too far down for me to reach, still gently kissing and sucking my balls, building me to an orgasmic frenzy in time with Rita's practiced mouthwork.

"Oh God, girls... Fuck... I'm about to cum..." Claire moved her mouth onto my shaft, and the two of them played my cock like a harmonica, running their open mouths on each side of my erection, one at my sac and the other at my head, sliding back and forth, their lips brushing against each other as they moved up and down my quivering shaft. It was incredible, and they had me so close.

My cock started to pulse, a spasm that presaged my orgasm. "Ohhhhh..." That was as coherent as I could be for the moment, but it was enough. My eyes were closed, my back arched in anticipation and I felt both of their mouths on my glans, kissing and licking it, and I couldn't hold back any longer. The first spurt of cum shot onto my stomach, and they took turns catching each of the next spurts, and I heard contented coos and sighs from them, and felt a single velvety tongue trail down from my navel to the tip of my still quivering hard-on, then slide me into her mouth, taking the last dribbles of my semen as her prize and due.

I opened my eyes, and saw Claire and Rita sharing my cum in an open-mouthed kiss, thick, gluey strands of cum dripping out of their mouths onto my cock. They slid up towards my mouth, and stopped at my chest, tantalizingly close, letting me watch them share my load. If that hadn't already been my jism, the sight by itself would have made me cum hard. They finished it off, cleaning what had escaped their mouths, swallowing the last of it and settling in on either side of me.

We held each other for a while in the afterglow of our mutual orgasms. Once we had caught our collective breath, we still lay there, enjoying the company. Still, I had to know. "So, you guys did this with Bill sometime, I assume..."

"Twice..." Claire looked wistful, as she replayed the memory, clearly happy she and Rita had finally had a chance to do the same with me. "Long weekend years ago..."

"There was one other time," Rita chimed in, still cradling my happily exhausted cock in her left hand and kissing me on the cheek.

Claire giggled. "Oh, yeah! What was his name? Henry?"

"Marty." Rita wriggled, evidently reliving some part of the event in her mind. "The one with the twelve-inch dick, fucked us both all night."

My wife chuckled, and it felt a little surreal, being bedded by two gorgeous women who chatted between themselves about past conquests, ignoring me completely and literally talking over me, or at least over my chest. "Yeah, but he couldn't eat pussy for shit. Five minutes at a time, and then he had to be inside one of us."

"He sure loved watching us eat pussy, though, and that long pole of his felt great inside..."

"Sure did! Rita, I forget... Was Marty your idea or mine?"

"Mutual decision. We both latched onto him at the party." I was immediately sorry I hadn't been at that party with them instead.

Claire looked at me again, still talking to Rita. "My husband is much better at cunnilingus." She kissed me and snuggled in.

"Agreed." Rita did the same thing. "He really deserves everything we're going to do with him. You're such a lucky girl." Then, to me. "You had some idea how wild your lady love's sexual conquests were in college. Do you find that hot?"

"Very." I'd always known, but being literally in the middle of it was another level entirely.

"Knowing that she and I had our first threesome with Bill?"

"And your first foursome, I think, with both of us." It was a point I was eager not to concede.

Claire spoke up. "Yes, our first foursome, definitely. Loved sharing you with them!"

"So, do you care to fill me in on the rest of the day's festivities?" Rita cocked an eyebrow at me, and a look of mischief came over her face. Claire looked back at her, but neither said anything for now.

They shepherded me into the shower, where all three of us happily soaped and rinsed each other off, but didn't indulge in further sexual antics for the moment beyond kissing and light petting. The clean, thick towels were wonderful, and we spent several minutes drying each other, then walked naked to the living room. Mount Rainier's outlines were sharp against the sky. Air that clear meant only one thing; it was going to be cold all day. My initial thoughts of the three of us leisurely laying out, and laying, on the deck was probably not going to happen.

"Hot tub, ladies?"

Claire gave me a look. "Food first. You, young man, need your strength to keep up with us. Don't think we'll need clothes all day, though, so the hot tub is a definite possibility. Later."

Eggs, fruit and coffee filled our tummies while we chatted around the clear glass table. More than once both of them caught me eyeing one, then the other, appreciatively, and they returned my attention, also admiring each other. Claire, with her golden-brown hair and bush, and petite Rita, with glorious red mane and matching carpet, as they say, were very, very easy on the eyes. Both giggled when my dick stirred while we ate, and I found myself imagining what they had in mind for me.

It was almost eleven when we finished eating. We cleared the table and washed the dishes, and some of the soap suds made it onto our bodies, with Rita sporting a sudsy bikini that really covered nothing, and Claire responded by rinsing the suds off her, and drying her nipples with her own tongue.

Our clean-up done, we went into the living room. Claire had already laid a pair of thick, thirsty towels on the loveseat, and motioned for me to sit in the middle. It was clear that the last thing she wanted us to have was a lot of space between us, and we all had a great view of the valley and the mountain. Once I was seated, she and Rita sat on my knees, my thighs actually, their arms around me and each other.

"Here's what we're going to do," said Claire matter-of-factly, as if she were assigning chores to all of us. "I loved watching Rita edge you on Thursday, the two of you making out without going all the way to fucking...'til later.

"The three of us are going to make out together. Hands, and mouths, completely off pussies and dicks. Tits are fair game, of course, but everything stays above the waist." She leered at me. "You going to be able to do that without putting your cock in one or both of us?" She clearly relished the thought of me holding back, and me not holding back.

I countered with, "Will you two be able to keep from sixty-nining again?" This sounded like a very fun game, and I saw Rita's eyes twinkled with the same eagerness I was sure mine had also.

Claire kissed me, a long, lingering touching of our lips, before she parted hers to flick her tongue against mine, then pulled away. "For now..." Both of them wore impish grins, and leaned in for open-mouthed kisses with each other, an inch from my face, their hot breath charging the air in front of me with erotic lightning. At the same time, they put one arm each around me and drew themselves to my chest, and their breasts rubbed against each other and me.

Vigilant about keeping my arms above their waists, I stroked their backs and sides, watching the two of them, eyes blissfully closed, French kissing in front of, on top of, me. Rita was first to break contact, and she turned, eyes still closed, and started kissing me. I saw Claire lower her mouth to Rita's breasts and begin to suck lightly on her nipples, which stiffened in response. Then I closed my eyes and lost myself in Rita's kisses, until Claire took her place, and it was Rita's turn to tongue my wife's nipples.

Our hands and mouths wandered all over, studiously staying on the upper portion of our bodies, and we worked ourselves up within to rising moans and panting at any touch of our fingers or grazing of lips. My thoughts wandered a little, and I realized blindfolds might be fun if we did this again, or sitting together in a pitch black room, unable to use any sight at all. Relying only on touch and sound and taste and smell while enjoying either or both of them would be literally very sensual.

I was hard again, and their pussies trailed moisture across my legs when they moved, marking my skin with their loving scent. Rita spread her legs, turning and straddling my right leg, then she slowly dragged her gash and fiery red bush along my skin. My dick ached for her.

"Hey." It was Claire. "No touching below the waist..." She didn't sound like she was objecting so much as sorry she hadn't thought of it first. Sure enough, she soon pivoted on my left thigh, straddling it, and rubbed her slippery blonde pussy on my skin. They started rocking in unison, humping my legs, bracing themselves against my body, softly panting with rapidly intensifying passion. I opened my eyes a little, and saw theirs were closed, enjoying the sensation of my skin against their warm, wet slits, two horny and sexy women ready to cum.

I kissed Claire first, and she threw her arms around me, kissing back with horny abandon. Her gentle humping motion became more and more pronounced, her pussy pressing down harder with strokes both shorter and more powerful. Her knees spread further, and the wetness was heavier now as she started to rock almost desperately. I felt her body tense, breasts rubbing against the hairs on my chest, and she moaned an orgasm into my mouth. Droplets of her juices ran on either side of my thigh, and she trembled with each moan.

Moments later, Rita seized my face, turning it to hers, and drove her tongue longingly into my mouth, rubbing her snatch on me, frantically in time to her tongue probing mine. Both arms came around me, clutching me tight to her as she fucked my leg, but not by any means a dry hump. I grabbed her ass with my right hand, adding my motion to hers, and she redoubled her frenzied humping, then let her face fall to my shoulder when she came. Her waters gushed out onto my leg, a lustful rainstorm, and she shouted her orgasm to the room, then collapsed into me, chest heaving.

"You cheated." Eyes open, delight shining in them, Claire wasn't chiding me, and sounded amused. "No hands below the waist, baby."

"What's my punishment?" I felt rather puckish, enjoying two women humping me to soft, wet orgasms.

"No punishment, baby. Let's rest for a bit."

"I didn't cum yet..." Just pointing it out, not complaining a bit, of course.

She smiled with an extra helping of cheeky charm. "Then that's your punishment, but only for a few minutes." She got off my leg, and stretched sinuously, her pussy inches from my face. I leaned forward, wanting to tongue her right there, and she stepped back with a giggle. "You're on time out, sweetheart!" She stepped back and headed to the kitchen, and I heard the refrigerator open.

Rita lifted her head from my shoulder and kissed me deeply. "Claire is a very lucky girl," she said for the second time today.

"How do you mean?"

"You're a fucking excellent lover, you love to experiment, and willing to share her with...old friends who turn up for surprise sleepovers. I also love that she's willing to share, too..."

Claire came back with three chilled bottles of water and distributed them, finally sitting cross-legged on the floor, cracking the seal on hers and guzzling down half of it immediately. I teasingly touched mine to Rita's spine and trailed it up her back for a moment, feeling her legs tighten in surprise at the cold plastic against her skin. "Fucker!," she murmured playfully, swatting it away and getting off my thigh before settling down next to my wife on the carpet, also cross-legged.

We drained our waters, and I stood, my cock right in front of Claire's face, echoing her flirty play a little bit ago, and she leaned in, lips parted and her tongue flicking between them, then pulled back with a chuckle. "Still on time out...," and handed me her bottle to take to the trashcan in the kitchen. Rita handed me hers, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my hard-on.

"I'm ready to have you off time out, but it's Claire's rules..." She didn't look at all penitent, and I crushed all three bottles and took them into the kitchen, discarding them before returning to find them lying on the floor, both of my naked beauties facing each other and whispering.

"You're going to punish me with having to watch more lesbian licking?," I hazarded.

Claire looked at me with an impudent expression, filled with potential. "No, I think you're off time out now." She patted the patch of carpet between them. "Sit. I'll explain what we have in mind."

I sat.

"It's something new for all of us, and I think you'll really like it." She sat up and leaned in to me, while Rita lay on her side, propping her head on an elbow, leering at us.

"How do you know I haven't done it before?" I was sure she was right, or would have been before the past few days, but I was feeling very playful.

"Because it requires three, and you haven't been in a threesome before, so you couldn't have done it yet." This was Rita, her logic impeccable, and Claire nodded primly, hands folded in her lap, the gesture contradicted by the fact we were all naked. "The one thing we both want is you. Our nefarious plan is to fuck you hard all day, but I think you've already sussed that out." I just stared, but not in surprise. I felt a deep gratitude and love for my wife and for whatever she was going to propose. "Since Bill's not here, we talked about what to do the rest of the afternoon."

I chuckled ruefully. "Seems like Bill's flights get in the way of his sex life."

Rita sat up and leaned into me, and ran her tongue around my ear, Claire's signature move, one of many. I wondered again who had taught whom that trick, and others. "We talked over some ideas, and Claire wants to suggest something."

It was Rita's turn. "I don't have to leave until after dinner. Only a four-hour drive home, and I would just love to leave on a high note. Just the both of us and you. You've been a great host, and I, for one, would like to acknowledge that with something...noteworthy." It came out so sweetly that I was instantly in favor of it.

Claire went to the kitchen, and I heard a drawer open and close. She returned with three sets of dice, the same ones from Thursday night. Sitting back down, she said, "We'll decide based on who gets the highest roll."

I felt a little left behind. "Decide what?"

"You'll see..." With that, she doled out the dice again, and we rolled. Claire rolled a seven, I got an eight, and Rita rolled a twelve.

"Boxcars!" she shouted excitedly, and started to look the two of us up and down hungrily, while I tried to figure out exactly what they had planned. She made a show of scooting over to me and running her hands over my body, nuzzling my ear and kissing me tenderly. Still eyeing me, she slid over to Claire, and did the same, ending in a long passionate kiss, fondling each other for a minute or two.

Rita looked at her, then at me. "I think you'll both like my decision." She extended one finger to me and crooked it once, somehow making the motion even sexier than her best kiss. "Lie down on your side." I did as invited, and she lay down with her face hovering inches from my straining manhood. I started to move my face to her crotch, and felt Claire's hand at my shoulder, holding me back.

"Not so fast, babe. You have to leave room for me." She lay down between my face and Rita's pussy, her lips almost on the redhead's labia, and her pussy by my face, one shapely leg bent, and nearly vertical, leaving plenty of room for me. Rita's legs were spread wide for Claire. "It's called a daisy chain."

Rita snickered, then started a sing-song chant, "I suck you, you lick me, put your face in my pussy..." Claire started to giggle uncontrollably, then I recognized the tune.

"Fucking Barney?" I dissolved into laughter too, and the three of us, faces so close to each other's crotches, only settled down after a few minutes.

It was Rita who finally broke the ice, fitting since she was the one who had swept us into gales of laughter. She leaned into me, kissing the tip of my dick, then her mouth took the head in just past her lips, and the tip of her tongue orbited the fleshy crown. One of her hands played with my balls, and the other one ran along my shaft, sending thrills up and down my spine.

Moving forward myself, I started delicately licking the familiar and wet pussy in front of me, reaching with one hand to cradle my wife's ass and pull her closer. At the same time, Rita moaned around my cock. I couldn't see, but instead felt the muscles in Claire's back stretch and tighten as she worked on Rita's pussy. Rita changed position, either pulled closer or moving closer to my wife's face.

I had trouble believing this was happening. Claire and I had sixty-nined before many times, but knowing there was a third person, sucking me off and enjoying Claire's tongue at the same time, had me as excited as I had ever been. My thoughts turned to how it would have been if Bill hadn't left. Where would he be in the arrangement? Would we have done boy-girl-boy-girl, or a more exotic combination, maybe his cock in my mouth, and Rita and Claire the opposite sides of that erogenous square?

This was my first daisy chain, and it was very racy but a little frustrating, not just the physical sensation, but the sound and the taste, all of it; so much was going on I had some trouble keeping track. Intent on my wife's pleasure, I licked her pussy for all I was worth, then stuck my tongue out, as far out and as rigid as I could manage, and bobbed my head to and fro, fucking her wet hole. At the same time, Rita had me deep in her mouth—when the hell did that happen?—and bathed my cock with her pink tongue. It felt like the softest, finest satin, and I lost more than a couple of beats with Claire, struggling to hold my orgasm back.