Fmf Menage

by Amber Ward

  Sonya and I kissed hungrily, moaning into each other's mouths. I rolled onto my back beside her, making sure Tami and Claire got an unobstructed view of the action. Sonya gingerly cupped my balls as I slowly walked my fingers up her stomach, to the sweet softness of her breasts. With my other hand, I walked the fingers downwards, across the trimmed patch of blonde fuzz between her legs, and slowly began stroking the slippery outside of her cunt.

  "Holy shit," Tami groaned, and both Sonya and I looked back over our shoulders, locking eyes with the two beautiful, slack-jawed voyeurs standing in our doorway. Their hands were clasped together in a vice-like grip and they were breathing fast—either terrified or totally turned on by what they were seeing.

  We said nothing to them—talking always breaks the spell.

  Sonya gently clasped my shaft, loosely sliding her grip up and down just tightly enough to make grazing contact. As she rolled onto her side, both of Sonya's beautiful breasts toppled into my face and my lips captured a plump pink nipple.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Tami's hands drop between Claire's legs, anxiously squeezing the girl through her pants.

  Awesome, so they like the show.

  Sonya and I rocked back and forth on the bed, gently teasing each other until we were both at peak arousal. Sonya's warmth flooded across my fingers. She swung herself around and maneuverer over me—reverse cowgirl—so that we could both have a clear view of our audience in the doorway.

  Taking hold of my length, Sonya carefully positioned her hot, boiling cunt right over the tip—generously lubricating me with her arousal.

  "I can't—I mean, we shouldn't be—" Claire stammered.

  Then I grabbed hard onto Sonya's hips and pulled her down onto my cock.

  "Oh, fuck yes! Finally!" Sonya screamed, screwing her hips around to take me even deeper. Her head fell forward, limp, dropping wavy curtains of blonde hair across her tits.

  It was one step too wild for poor Tami and Claire. They self-consciously backed away and we heard the door shut as they let themselves out of our apartment.

  "Aww, looks like we lost our audience," Sonya pouted.

  "For now, maybe. But they were getting into it, I could tell."

  I dropped one hand to strum her clit while Sonya bounced up and down in my lap. I surprised her by pounded my hips up into her, throwing off her rhythm and provoking a sudden, unexpected shriek of delight.

  She twisted her head back, whispering in my ear as we fucked:

  "I can't believe it, those two are so much hotter in person than they were on the computer!"

  She gave my earlobe a quick lick and pulled off of me, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs invitingly. With a big, dopey smile on my face, I crawled atop her body and plunged inside.

  Sonya and I fucked ALL night. Moaning and groaning without a care in the world. Coming more times than either of us could count. Kissing and crying and laughing as our bodies exhausted themselves making up for all that lost time.

  We slept in until two in the afternoon the next day.

  Once again, it was over a hundred degrees out and, once again, I woke up already sweating.

  "Where's our bloody air conditioning?!" Sonya whined.

  "Power's out again. They're supposed to have it finally fixed by next week."

  "Just in time for summer to come to an end?"

  "It's California, Honey. Summer never really comes to an end."

  We took a speedy shower to rinse the night's lovemaking off our bodies, and then it was time to show Sonya where I'd been spending all my time the past few months: the pool.

  I insisted she descend the stairs first, so I could check out her spectacularly tight fencer's ass in her new bathing suit—the first G-string Sonya had ever bought. It didn't disappoint.

  Neither did Tami and Claire. After their self-conscious exodus from our apartment last night, I'd wondered if we'd find them at the pool today dressed more modestly than usual. Not so.

  Claire emerged from the water wearing an old-fashioned string bikini, emblazoned with the American flag. She'd worn it once before, on the day of our 4th of July BBQ, and that suit had held a special place in my heart ever since.

  Tami's polka-dot bikini covered up a bit more, but then, she had a bit more to cover. Wide triangular cups with no underwire did little to support her massive breasts, and the suit's distinctive cantaloupe colour couldn't help but remind me of—well, you know. Best of all, the material was stretched so thin it was impossible not to see the shape of Tami's prominent nipples, proudly perked-up thanks to the cold water.

  They greeted us eagerly enough, but there still seemed to be a bit of lingering awkwardness after last night.

  "Hey, sorry if we went too far," Sonya said. "We just thought it might be a good bit of fun."

  Damn, four seconds after getting in the pool and I'm already hard again...

  "It's okay, we're all grown-ups," Claire said.

  "We just weren't expecting, you know," Tami giggled. "Although, after all the wicked tales Michael told us about what you two got up to in college, I suppose we really should have been more prepared."

  I gave Sonya a wink.

  "How much have you told these two about our sex life?" Sonya exclaimed, feigning outrage.

  "Oh, he told us everything," Tami laughed.

  "Really? Has he told you about the Waiting Game?"

  I discreetly shook my head at her. Sure, the exhibitionist part of me had been tempted to tell the girls how prominently they had featured into our fantasy lives, but it had always seemed just a bit too inappropriate to ever actually bring up.

  "Ooh, what's that?" Tami asked.

  I cut Sonya off before she could say anything else. "We tell each other sexy stories when we're using the webcams, that's all."

  Claire and Tami could sense that I was hiding something, but they let the matter drop. We spent the next hour splashing around the pool just as we had all summer, though this time I had the added pleasure of Sonya's wet, dripping body prancing around in my field of vision. When Claire reminded us that they had actually baked Sonya a "welcome to the neighbourhood" cake yesterday, we all decided it was time to dry off and head over to their apartment for some afternoon dessert.

  Soon as we got inside, Tami turned to face us, shifting slightly from one foot to the other.

  "So, I've got a question about all that sex in public stuff you guys used to do."

  "Used to?" Sonya smirked.

  Tami ignored her, "Don't you ever get, like, nervous?"

  I took Sonya's hand in mine. "Of course, we get nervous. But it's like a first kiss—the nervousness just makes everything that much more satisfying."

  "Does it make the sex better?" Claire asked.

  "Oh god, yes," Sonya laughed.

  "Now where's this cake?" I asked.

  Tami looked questioningly at Claire, and the redhead gave her an excited nod in return.

  "It's in the kitchen," Claire said, speaking quickly. "But first I'd like to wash off the chlorine, if you don't mind. I'll only be a second."

  "Yeah, we'll only be a second," Tami giggled, then followed Claire into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. A second later the shower turned on and Sonya and I both burst out laughing.

  "Well, I at least THEY'RE having fun," Sonya grinned.

  "I gotta say, I'm a little disappointed. With the way Tami was talking to us just now, I kind of thought that those two were gonna—"

  Click.

  The bathroom door unlocked. Sonya and I turned towards it, wondering if we'd really heard what we thought we had. A second later, the doorknob turned, and the door swung open, just a crack.

  Oh my god.

  With bated breath, I took Sonya by the hand and walked across the girls' apartment, standing nervously outside the unlocked bathroom door. Were these girls doing what I thought they were doing? Were they really inviting us to—?

  Sonya opened the door before I could finish thinking.


  I almost lost it when that door opened. I almost came, just from the sight of what awaited us on the other side of that door.

  Tami and Claire were PAWING at each other behind the glass shower door. Smooth thighs, rubbing together. Slender fingers, gripping soft skin. Lips and tongues, eagerly exploring.

  Every inch of their hot, soapy bodies was on full display for Sonya and I.

  At first, they were too lost in each other to pay us much attention. But eventually Tami's nervous eyes swivelled in our direction and saw the lust on my face.

  She immediately turned her attention back to Claire and gave the girl a ferocious kiss, moaning:

  "Oh god, Claire, they're right there! They're really looking at us!"

  We really were.

  As they kissed, their glorious tits mashed together—slipping and sliding all over the place from the soapy water.

  Claire hazarded an amorous glance in our direction, then gasped in surprise as Tami urgently dropped her mouth to the girl's wet nipple and started sucking.

  Never taking her mouth away from Claire's perfect tit, Tami deftly reached a hand down between her lover's legs and started rubbing—

  "Mmm..." Claire moaned, her fingers grabbing a handful of Tami's long black hair.

  I took a moment to appreciate how beautiful Claire's tall, graceful body really was. Though I'd briefly glimpsed Tami naked all those months ago, I had never once seen her beautiful copper-haired girlfriend in the buff.

  "I had no idea Claire was completely clean-shaven down there," I whispered to Sonya.

  "Eight weeks of fantasies, and we've been getting it wrong!" she whispered back.

  Claire's cry of pleasure brought us back to attention. She was getting close to her limit, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Suddenly dominant, Claire pulled Tami's mouth off her breast and pushed the girl back against the wall of the shower. Then she grabbed the detachable shower nozzle off the wall and slid it down along Tami's body—over the shape of her enormous breasts and wide, healthy hips—until it was pressed firmly against her clit.

  Their mouths crashed together once again as the rubbing resumed, Tami with her fingers and Claire with the showerhead. Steam filled the bathroom, giving the whole scene a hazy, almost unreal atmosphere.

  The moaning and groaning in the shower intensified, until both lesbian lovers were teetering on the brink. They turned towards Sonya and I—looked at us, looking at them—and then they climaxed together in a beautiful harmony of sexy screams.

  We both applauded their performance.

  "That was like, the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Sonya breathed.

  The duo of naked girls stumbled out of the shower, still embracing one another in post-coital bliss.

  "That was like the sexiest thing I've ever DONE," Tami laughed.

  "Now it's your guys' turn," Claire insisted. "You two need to rinse off all that icky chlorinated water, too."

  She was looking at Sonya as she said it, plainly ogling my girlfriend's skimpy G-string bikini.

  "Of course, we do," Sonya said, releasing my hand and walking over to Claire. "But first, could you help me take off my bathing suit?"

  Claire looked to Tami for approval, and quickly got it. Then we all watched as Claire's trembling fingers pulled loose the catch on Sonya's strapless bikini bra and let it fall to the ground. My girlfriend's full, round breasts popped free right in front of Claire's face, and it looked for a second like she was actually going to give them a lick—

  But she chickened out, and instead she circled around behind Sonya and loosed the skimpy piece of string holding up her bottoms. For good measure, Claire gave Sonya's tight butt an appreciative little squeeze as she lowered the G-string down her legs.

  "Now you," Tami said playfully, turning her attention to my hilariously tented swim trunks. I couldn't stop staring at her naked body, now only inches away from me. Weeks ago, I had been so close—SO FUCKING CLOSE—to having Tami all to myself. I knew I'd made the right choice by being faithful to Sonya, but fantasies of Tami had caused me so many sleepless nights since then. I wanted her so badly, I didn't trust myself. So I just stood there like a statue and let her decide how she wanted to disrobe me.

  "Do you still think about that night? About what might have happened?" Tami asked, sidling up to me.

  "You have no idea," I answered, prompting Sonya to laugh.

  "So, do I," Tami whispered. The longing in her eyes spoke volumes. Was it possible? Had she been fantasizing about me just as feverishly as I had her?

  Then my inner monologue turned into drunken gibberish as Tami closed the distance between us and pressed the thick tips of her nipples against the smooth muscles of my chest. She slowly dropped to her knees, dragging those nipples down along the entire length of my body as she went. I almost came as I felt the weight of her tits sliding along the length of my erection.

  When she was mouth-level with my trunks, Tami leaned in and grabbed the waistband with her teeth, then gave the whole suit an exaggerated tug to get it over my turgid cock. With my erection now millimetres from her lips, Tami gave me one final, appraising smile, and returned to her feet.

  Sonya grabbed me by the hand and pulled me impatiently into the shower.

  "You need to fuck me right the fuck now," she panted.

  We didn't waste any time as Sonya hiked up one of her athletic legs over my hip and used it as leverage to stuff my cock into her pussy. We kissed beneath the spray of the water, fucking impatiently while Tami and Claire watched from the side-lines. I gently pressed my thumb against Sonya's clit, and felt feminine fingers clawing into my back in gratitude.

  Her wet breasts slapped against me with every urgent thrust, splashing droplets of water up under my chin.

  "Oh yes—oh yes—oh FUCK YES!" Sonya came, arching her back and thrusting her tits up into the air.

  My stomach tightened, my cock pulsed, and a monstrous climax rose up, ready to destroy me—

  I looked lovingly into Sonya's eyes, but then she touched a finger to my chin and turned me to face our audience.

  They were fingering each other again!

  I exploded inside of Sonya, my excess cum pouring down her inner thigh to be washed away by the shower. She and I collapsed against one another in the shower, struggling to stand up straight. Sonya turned and smiled at the other girls—the objects of so many of our fantasies.

  "Now, who wants to have cake?" Claire asked.

  CHAPTER 4 - AND EAT IT.

  Nobody bothered to get dressed as we all sat down around the coffee table to finally get a taste of that long-promised dessert. The cake wasn't anything fancy—lemon sponge cake with buttercream frosting—but Claire was an excellent baker and whatever secret ingredients she snuck into that recipe made it easily the best piece of cake I'd ever eaten in my life.

  As Claire went to cut us all a second slice, Tami casually turned to Sonya and me and asked, "So, what was all that about a 'Waiting Game?' Sonya was gonna say something, but you stopped her, Michael!"