Here I was sucking on a young woman’s nipple while she held my cock. My wife, staying just out of my sight, was undoubtedly watching the whole thing. I decided to play it safe and I soon pulled off her boob and told her it was clean.
Finally Julie walked in. I hadn’t moved since Julie left us to take Cathy’s clothes to the washer, and Cathy didn’t let go of my dick, either. Julie made no mention of her hand on my cock and walked right past us to the sink, where she turned on the water and started to wash her hands. Cathy never once let go me.
“Greg, honey,” Julie said, “Why don’t you go up and get yourself a shower so you’re all fresh for dinner and our try-on session, okay?” She reached her lips up to kiss me. “Ooh you taste like sperm,” she said licking her lips, “get doing, darling.”
Now, Julie doesn’t call me ‘Darling’ very often. She considers it one of those special words that should not to be used unless you mean it. She used it on the day I proposed, and she used it on our Wedding day. She called me ‘darling’ the day I told her about the sex-filled fantasy weekend I planned for her, and maybe one or two other times. But the point is, she doesn’t use it often and when she does, she uses it to praise me and I always cherish those moments moments like this.
As I turned, she slapped my butt softly as if to hurry me out of the room. I got half way down the hall when I remembered my clothes lying in the middle of the kitchen and turned to go get them. As I approached the kitchen, though, I heard them softly talking.
“See what I mean?” Julie giggled. “He’s so cute, isn’t he?”
“That was so, so hot,” Cathy said, “I swear, Julie, if you ever divorce him, you’ll be able to find him at my house!”
“Oh, that’ll never happen, he’s a keeper, honey,” Julie said, “so, on to step 2 now?”
“Okay,” Cathy said, “if you’re sure about this.”
“Just follow the plan,” Julie said, “and everything will work just like we said. You wait a few minutes, and then go into the bathroom with him. Just tell him I sent you in there to get cleaned up, too, and to make sure he’s a good boy. He’ll know what you mean.”
“Are you sure about the finger thing, Julie?” Cathy asked.
“Oh yeah, that really drives him wild, you’ll see. Just tell him I told you wash him up everywhere. Feel free to have your self a good time, do anything you want even play with yourself if you want. Just don’t let him put it in you….. I don’t think he’ll try to, but, he’s going to be so frustrated once you’re in there, there’s no telling what he’ll do. I know he’s really on the edge now – he had two days worth of sperm built up, so I know he’s got maybe 2 loads left for tonight, and you might get 2 or 3 out of him tomorrow as long as we keep him on that edge. Oh yeah, remember to get your panties real wet and find a way to tease him with them if you can, and then leave them in the bathroom, I’ll need them for later step 4, right? And, don’t let him cum again.” Julie told her.
“Okay,” Cathy said, “you’re the boss here. I just feel so guilty doing this and you’re like…. sharing this absolutely wonderful man with me.”
“Cathy,” Julie said, “all three of us are going to get something out of this. He’s gong to get more pieces of his fantasy and tonight he’s going to discover something about himself…. plus you’re going to learn more about men in the next 24 hours than most women learn in a lifetime. And, I’m going to get something that I’ve wanted for a long time, too.”
“The strap-on thing?” Cathy asked.
“Well, not only that,” Julie said, “but, he desperately wants to be stripped of all his humility and bared explicitly in his fantasies to someone else. That’s the only way he can confront and then accept his real desires. I read all about it on the internet there’s just tons of stuff out there on this. We have to break his pride down, show him it’s okay to be vulnerable and then give him his reward if he does what he’s told. It’s pretty simple, actually. I just want to be the one to take him through this, and I want him to know that I love him and that I’m interested and willing to do it, too. We already talked about having to spank him to break that pride down.”
“I still don’t know if I could do that, Julie,” Cathy said, “I’ve never ever spanked anyone.”
“Cathy, listen to me,” Julie replied, “it’s the only thing that might get him to see us as his sexual masters. If this is going to work, he has to know we are strong and that we can be forceful. It’s got to be a full, hard spanking, too. It has to shock him and force him to face the realization of what he really wants.”
“Okay,” Cathy said, “I’ll try. I’ll really try if it’s what he needs.”
“Good,” Julie said, “then if everything else goes well, by the time this night is over, everything should be clear to him and he’ll figure the rest out on his own. He’ll enjoy the day with you tomorrow more than he can ever imagine.”
“So, do you think he’ll be okay seeing us together?” Cathy asked.
“Honey, that’s every man’s fantasy, believe me,” Julie said, “no man will turn down a chance to see two women doing it….. and I promise I’ll be very gentle with you.”
“Oh Gawd,” Cathy said, “I am so wet. See?”
I heard enough. My mind was reeling from listening to their conversation. I tip-toed back into our bathroom, closed the door gently and turned the shower on. Removing my socks and the camisole, I stepped into the shower and let the water run over me. Their words were running around in my head and I started to feel remorseful about eavesdropping on them. How could I sneak around like that? I kept thinking how much I loved Julie and how she was orchestrating all of this like a well drawn project plan – leaving nothing to chance and bringing me to the height of my desires and feelings. Again, I told myself I would give myself totally to her, without question and without hesitation. But I was now starting to get scared. There was a very detailed plan being hatched.
Five minutes later, I heard a soft knock on the bathroom door to break me out of my emotional high. I slid the shower door back and poked my head out as the bathroom door opened a few inches.
“Greg?”
It was Cathy. Looks like they were putting step 2 of their plan into motion.
“Greg, Julie told me to come in with you.” Cathy said. “Is that okay? Can I come in?”
“Oh,” I said, trying to give some degree of surprise, “yeah, if that’s what she told you, sure, come on in.” I slid the door closed and peered through the smoked glass of the shower stall. Her skirt was now gone and she was dressed only in her panties.
She stood just inside and closed the door behind her. My eyes were drawn to the cute panties she wore. Her mound puffed out a little and my cock started to grow again.
“Greg, Julie told me to get in the shower with you. Is that going to be okay with you?” Cathy asked.
“She said what?” I asked, keeping up my fake surprise act.
“Look,” she said, “this wasn’t my idea. I think you’ve been through enough today, enough for anyone to bear, but, I’m still really sticky from your sperm getting all over me and, well, Julie wanted me to make sure you weren’t touching yourself, so, I’m kind of here to make sure you’re being a good boy. She told me you would know what that meant.”
I stayed silent for a while to make her think I was contemplating what she said. But in reality, I was stroking my cock and I knew that Cathy wouldn’t be able to tell what I was doing.
Peering out through the glass doors, I watched as she put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties pushed them down her thighs. Her vagina was plainly visible to me now. I stroked my cock as I looked at her. She was mostly shaved her lips were completely hairless and there was just a small patch of hair above her lips. The crotch of her panties hung up between her legs and as she stood on display to me, I could see the inside of the gusset of the panties, the part that lay against her pussy lips. It was a sight taken right out of one of my fantasies – a cute girl standing with her panties halfway down letting me look at the crotch of her panties and her pussy at the same time. My hand quickened on my cock.
“Greg? Did you hear me?” Cathy asked. “I’m coming in with you.”
She stepped out of her panties and placed them on the counter. Walking toward the shower, she reached for the sliding door and slid it open. As she stepped in, I was still stroking my cock. She reached out to stop my hand saying “Your wife told me not to let you do that. I’m sorry, I’m just doing what she told me to do.”
I let go of my cock, and when I did, she latched onto it. “Can I get wet, please?” She asked.
I moved out of the spray and she moved into it, still holding my rock hard cock. “Good thing I came in when I did.” She said. “I think Julie would have been unhappy with you if you had cum again.”
I looked down to the shower floor, playing the role again. “Where is she, anyway?” I asked.
“She’s making dinner. I’m supposed to wash you up.” She said. “We better get started.”
Cathy reached for the soap from the soap tray and brought it to my chest. As she started to soap me up she said “Greg, I want you to know how much I appreciate the way you and Julie have welcomed me into your home and into your sex life. I’m completely blown away by the trust and love you guys share… okay, turn around now.”
I turned around and she started to wash my back, neck and arms. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” She said.
“Sure, go ahead” I answered.
“What’s it like?” She asked, “You know…. getting it in the butt?”