Saturday morning, I woke up in a haze. A lot of wine had gone down my throat last night, and in that no man’s land between sleep and consciousness my mind was a flurry of confused images. Heather, tied to the bed, moaning. The sudden alarm of the doorbell. Breasts, pussies, orgasms, bums, arms, and legs intertwined…what the hell had happened?

I rolled over and felt the warmth of the body laying beside me in the bed. I cuddled in, pushing my morning wood up against her bum, cuddling into the cozy flesh of her back, reaching around to caress the large, floppy breasts. The bum pushed back, wiggling against my cock, and I thought, ‘yes, she wants me.’  She willingly rolled over onto her back, and climbing on top I found I was looking straight into the face of my wife’s friend, Sharon!

“Mmm, good morning, lover,” she murmured. “Ready for more, are we?”

I sprang out of the bed and ran into the kitchen. Looking into the living room, I could see Heather passed out on the couch, naked, her robe a pile of silk on the floor. My robe was in a corner, so I grabbed it and put it on, tying the belt. I fumbled with the coffee maker, and managed to get a cup of strong, black brew into a mug. Heather snored on, oblivious, as Sharon walked into the kitchen to join me, stark naked.

Memories flooded back as I watched Sharon make herself a coffee, then sit provocatively at the kitchen table, legs apart for my enjoyment. Heather had come home last night to find me masturbating. At first, she’d thrown the accusation at me that I’d been thinking of Sharon, when really, I’d been thinking about my session with Roberta while looking at the pic of Heather sucking Tom’s cock. Heather had disappeared into the bedroom for a while and then she’d come out, dressed only in her silk robe. We’d had a serious talk at dinner, over a few glasses of wine. Talk had led to touch, and that led to a session in the bedroom, a kind of make-up sex. In our relationship, Heather is quite submissive, probably to balance her need to be up front and bossy all day long in the sales pit. I told her I wanted to tie her up and ravish her, and she was all for it. This was a game we played sometimes. I had suggested it so I could delay intercourse long enough to get a hard on. After all, I was mid-forties and had come twice that day already!

I tied Heather’s hands to the headboard with some handy scarves but left her legs loose. She knew she could ask to be untied at any moment, and she let me do whatever I wanted to her luscious body. When she was tied like that I liked to make her cum multiple times with my mouth or toys, while using various parts of her body to pleasure my cock. Then, I’d finish by fucking her. I had made her cum once already with a vibrator, while stuffing my cock in her mouth. Then, I was tit-fucking her while fingering her pussy. After a suitable interval, I was going at her again with our little clit-sucking device, again filling her mouth. She started gasping, so I withdrew and licked the little drops of precum off her lips.

“Oh, that’s good, keep that up, honey,” she said. So of course I stopped, just to frustrate her. “Hey, don’t stop!” she said. “Keep going! If you’re a good, good boy, mommy has a very nice surprise for you tonight! You’re going to love it!”

I applied the clit-sucker on the appropriate spot and was rewarded with a big moan. “What surprise might that be?” I asked.

“Oh, keep going, I’m close,” she said. “You’ll see. It won’t be long now, I promise.”

I had dark thoughts about anal or something exotic and stuffed my cock back into her mouth. Heather started cumming, so I withdrew so she wouldn’t bite me. Suddenly, the doorbell alarm on my phone went off. I picked it up with one hand while finishing Heather with the other. On the screen I could see someone at the door, but who?

“Well, untie me and go see who it is!” said Heather. I undid the scarves, slipped on my robe and padded to the front door. I opened it up and found Sharon staring me in the face. I was gobsmacked!

“Well, don’t just stand there,” she said. “Invite me in!”

I remembered the old rule about not inviting vampires into your house, but it was too late. Sharon stepped in dragging a small roller suitcase, and in a moment she and Heather were embracing like the old friends they were. Something was up, and I hoped Heather would put me in the picture shortly.

“Get us some wine, honey,” said Heather as she and Sharon sat down on the couch together.

“Red or white?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what Sharon drank.

“Oh, white,” she said. I came back with two glasses of white and then got a red for me. I sat down on a chair opposite the couch. The two of them were yakking like bluejays. I sat there, like a man awaiting execution, wondering just what the hell was going on. I soon found out.

There was a pause in the conversation, and Heather gave Sharon a meaningful look. Sharon picked up on the cue and got up.

“Oh, I’ll just go and freshen up a little. I’ll be right back,” she said. Sharon went off into the second bedroom, roller bag in tow.

Heather gulped her wine and held it out for a refill. I got her another from the kitchen and sat back down beside her.

“I’ve really been thinking about our situation, and about Sharon. I’m ashamed that I reacted like a jealous shrew to the thought that there might be something between you and her. That made me think! You’ve been great about my sexual explorations and how they’ve enhanced my career. I really admire your openness. So, why can’t I do that for you? Sharon is lonely, she needs some fun in her life. I know she likes you, and I like her. I’ve even started to think about women in that way if you know what I mean. So, I thought why not get together?”

“You mean…”

“Yes, why not?” Heather held my hand. “Sharon needs it, and we’d both enjoy it. I asked her, and she’s up for it. I even invited her to dinner tomorrow night with Roberta and Tom. I asked Roberta and she’s fine with it.”

Yes, I could well imagine that Heather and Tom were both smacking their lips at the thought of having another younger woman at their disposal. Heather was sure to get that account now, and I was certain that the mercenary motives were foremost in her mind. But it was one thing for us to admit strangers into our beds, and another to be intimate with a friend. But before I could voice an objection, Sharon re-appeared, wearing a fabulous little baby-doll set.

My god, but she was hot! There was a lot of woman there, but nicely packaged! My eyes took her in from top to bottom and I could feel my cock hardening up. Sharon came over and sat beside me, so that I was between Heather and Sharon. I looked at Heather and she nodded with a slight smile. I turned to Sharon, and we began to kiss. Kissing developed into touching, our tongues intertwining, our hands wandering, seeking the outlines of her fabulous breasts, her delicious softness. I felt Heather’s head in my lap, and in a moment she had my cock in her mouth, teasing and sucking. Then, to my surprise, Heather knelt on the rug and spread Sharon’s legs. I had watched Heather on her phone video with Roberta, but Roberta had been the initiator and Heather the willing recipient. I’d never known Heather to even speculate about going down on a woman, yet her she was sucking Sharon’s pussy in front of me. Sharon’s hands wandered to caress my cock while I had her tits out of her top, sucking and playing with them both.

Heather’s attentions to Sharon built her quickly to orgasm. I held and kissed her as she came, feeling her shake and listening to her moan. Heather giggled to see how successful her first foray into female oral stimulation had been. Then I stood up, and taking each by the hand, led them off to our bedroom.

The scarves were still attached to the headboard and the toys lay scattered about. Sharon raised her eyebrows and commented that it looked as if someone had been busy. Heather answered that she hadn’t seen anything yet. Heather and I laid Sharon on the bed and got down to work. Sharon had already cum from Heather going down on her, and by the way she was grabbing my cock I knew she wanted me in her. Sharon lay down on her back, and I lay down on top of her, entering her directly and starting to stroke. Heather kissed Sharon a little bit, and Sharon’s hands wandered over Heather’s breasts in a random fashion. Not that I was paying much attention, since I was focused on fucking her, but Sharon seemed shy about pleasing Heather physically, as the idea of being with a woman was still new to her. Plus, she was absorbed with the sensations of being fucked, trying to concentrate on that and responding to my thrusts. She broke off the kissing with Heather and pretty much lay there gasping and moaning as I slammed her pussy. Heather seemed to enjoy watching Sharon’s reactions, and as Heather had already cum several times earlier when I was playing with her, she seemed content. But for myself, since I had already cum twice today, I wasn’t in a rush, even though fucking Sharon while my wife watched was intensely stimulating. So, before I finished, I pulled out of Sharon and grabbed Heather.

Heather was sitting beside Sharon’s chest. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, so she was straddling Sharon’s wide hips, her tits dangling down, touching Sharon’s large breasts. I was kneeling between Sharon’s legs, but inserted myself into Heather, doggy-style and began fucking her. Sharon had a view of Heather’s face as I fucked her, watching her tits swing with the impact of my thrusts. I noticed that Sharon had her eyes wide open, watching, and hands wandered up to tweak Heather’s nipples. I tried to get a hand down onto Sharon’s pussy, but his put me off balance and I went back to grabbing Heather’s ass cheeks for support. The sound of my body slapping against Heather’s ass combined with her moans to fill the bedroom. Then I felt Sharon’s hand seeking out my balls and I think her other hand got onto Heather’s pussy somehow and we both went wild.

I don’t know how my body generated a third cum load that day, but I thrust deep into Heather’s cunt and unloaded with a series of satisfying grunts. I don’t think Heather came, but she certainly made a lot of noise and clenched down on my cock as I finished. Sharon was moaning with excitement to watch us finish. As I was done, I sort of fell off of Heather, who collapsed prone beside Sharon, who still lay face up. I was panting and only half-conscious by this point, but I noticed Sharon was caressing her own breasts and panting. Seeing our clit-sucker on the floor beside the bed, I picked it up. Sharon felt me touching her pussy, so she used her hands to spread her lips and I applied the clit-sucker to her. It only took a minute or so to generate another huge orgasm for Sharon. I saw Heather watching through droopy eyes, fighting off sleep long enough to watch her friend cum at my hands. As Sharon finished, I tossed the little device onto the floor, snuggled in beside Sharon and fell asleep. At some point during the night, I heard a thump. It was Heather falling off the bed (it was only a double, after all), and she padded off to collapse onto the couch.

In the morning, Sharon and I ended up in the kitchen having a little chat in hushed tones while Heather still slept on the couch. I asked Sharon what she thought was going on.

“I’d say Heather is trying to preserve some equity in your relationship. She explained to me on the phone yesterday that she’d been having relations with clients, but that it was just sex as far as she was concerned, and that you were ok with it. But she’s worried that you might feel you should have the same opportunities, that things should be more open.”  Sharon took a sip of coffee and her lovely tits jiggled.

“Uh, do you think you could put some clothes on?” I said. “I’m finding it hard to concentrate.” Even with a hangover, I was starting to get a hard on looking at  Sharon, and I didn’t want Heather to wake up and find the two of us at it in the kitchen.

Sharon shrugged her shoulders, which made her massive breasts shake invitingly, then disappeared into the bedroom. She returned wearing a t-shirt and shorts, which only improved the situation slightly. We continued our conversation.

“But you’ve got a thing for me,” I said, “and Heather doesn’t realize that. And, I really like you, we’ve been friends a long time. So it wouldn’t be unnatural to develop feelings for one another, and that’s dangerous, to be honest.”

Sharon sniffed. “You’re not wrong. But, it’s been six years since I’ve been with someone, and I’m glad it was you who broke that drought. I do have feelings for you, I can’t help it. But I also know I can’t have you. So I need to branch out, to see others, to develop other relationships. Like tonight, for example, you guys expect me to swing with this Tom guy. Just have sex with some random man I don’t know! I’ve never done that, but I’m ready to try the experience, to start putting myself out there. I have to get past the notion that you are the only man that I want to sleep with, or I’m going to do some damage. I know that, but whether I can act on that knowledge, I’m less sure.”

I took another long sip of coffee while I gathered my thoughts. Sharon was the first woman I’d been with since meeting Heather many years back. I loved her, in my way, but Heather wasn’t looking for some polyamory type thing. She just wanted us to both open ourselves to new experiences, sexually. Starting with a close friend was a misstep, but it didn’t have to be fatal. I decided to change tack a little bit.

“Uh, I noticed that you weren’t exactly into Heather last night. Are you still getting comfortable with what might go down in a threesome, or what’s going to happen tonight with Roberta and Tom?”

Sharon shook her head. “I’ve never been with a woman before, and I know from what Heather told me that her experience with Roberta the other day was the first time for her. It takes some getting used to the notion of another woman touching you. Like, it’s not something I fantasize about, you know? When we were on the couch I was super-excited, so I didn’t mind Heather doing things with me. I know she is just getting into the swing of it, so experimenting with a friend probably seemed safe for her. I mean, she just took a giant leap by letting another woman touch her husband, for goodness sakes! What about you? Are you going to suck Tom’s cock tonight?” Sharon laughed, because she knew the answer.

“Uh, no! I have no ambitions in that way,” I said.

Sharon smiled. “Guys are stupid. You think it’ll be like a porn video, where the girls are all doing each other. I know Roberta will want to touch Heather and me, because she’s already shown her hand that way. But how do you know what Tom expects? Do you ever fantasize about sucking a cock?”

“Funny you should ask. I do think about it sometimes. I mean, girls do it all the time, and it seems fun. I’d like to experience it, in an abstract sort of way. But when I see a good-looking guy, there is nothing inside me, no desire, no impulse to even imagine sucking that specific cock.”

“Yes, well that’s why you never see it in straight porn videos. The women are almost always bi, but the guys are straight. It’s a stupid taboo. You should ask Heather. I mean, you were probably excited to see her go down on me last night, and I didn’t mind it either because it felt good. But ask her if she wants to watch you suck Tom’s cock. I bet I know the answer.”

“The answer to what?” It was Heather, wrapped in her robe, bleary eyed. “The answer right now is to get me a fucking coffee, please!” I made Heather a coffee, double cream, and a sweetener, which brought a smile to her beautiful lips. Heather was clearly suffering, but Sharon was giving me some challenging looks, and for a moment I considered dragging her off into the bedroom while Heather recovered. But I decided not to test Heather’s commitment to openness quite so far right now, so went off and took a shower. When I returned the two of them were chatting merrily, gossiping about a few common acquaintances. I gathered the plan for the day was for the two of them to go shopping, to renew Sharon’s somewhat dated wardrobe. There was also some talk about a hostess gift, which I thought was ridiculous because the whole point of going over was to let them fuck us, and we were even bringing an extra woman.. Heather glared at me and told me I knew nothing about maintaining client relationships, which I admit is true. I was to be left to my own devices, so I decided to take my Ford for an oil change watch football.

I was sitting in my car, waiting for the drive through oil change, when my phone buzzed. I picked it up and there was a pic of Sharon with some hot new lingerie! Heather was in the background, and I knew she must have pulled a few strings to get her friend into her exclusive shops. Plus, we were likely footing the bill, but Heather could afford it, so I didn’t care.  I put my phone away, and after a few minutes it buzzed again. I picked it up, expecting more pics of Heather and Sharon, but it was Roberta! It was a tit pic, taken in her bathroom, and I was still staring at them when the oil change guy knocked on my car window. Evidently, everyone was getting worked up thinking about tonight’s activities!

When I got home I switched on the football game, and watched most of it, interrupted by occasional pics from Heather and Sharon, and more hot pics from Roberta. I was beginning to feel as if I should take a supplement or something to last through the night, but then I remembered that Tom would also be there with his enormous dick. I could probably cadge a Viagra or something off of him if I needed it. The prospect of the night to come was alluring and terrifying at the same time.

The girls got home about four o’clock and there was a flurry of showering and other preparations to get ready for dinner. I thought I should return Roberta’s good turn by snapping some illicit pics of the two girls as they got ready and sending them on to her. She enjoyed those and said that she and Tom were working up a good appetite. Then she came back and said she wanted a pic or two of me as well. I did a selfie and got a sad face back, saying ‘no, stupid, not that kind of pic.’ I suddenly clued in. How the hell was I going to produce a dick pic?

The girls were busy in the bedroom getting their lingerie on, so I cracked the door and spied on them. Heather was helping Sharon get her substantial breasts inside a saucy little number, and both were wearing the briefest of panties. Heather’s perfect ass was on full display, while Sharon’s more ample assets were shaking and rolling in full view. Fuck! I popped into the bathroom, dropped my drawers and in a few strokes had an amazing hard on. I snapped a quick pic, sent it on to Roberta, and got a smiley face immediately. Job done!

Heather and Sharon dressed, finally, and were in the bathroom doing their hair. I snuck into the bedroom, which was now in chaos, shopping bags and wrapping strewn across the floor, discarded clothes hanging from the dresser. I put on a pair of tight-fitting underwear, clean (and matching) socks, tan dockers and a fresh shirt with a button down collar. Nothing too exciting, but everything was clean and fit nicely.

I was in the living room when the two girls burst from the bathroom, giggling and smiling. At that moment, I thought they were the two most gorgeous women I had ever met. Both early forties, mature, lovely and both ready to share my bed. Sharon was giving me killer looks, and I wondered again how this was all going to turn out. I took a photo of them and sent it to Roberta. Heather looked at me with dismay.

“Honestly, you weren’t going like that, were you?” It was a rhetorical question. Heather hauled me back into the bedroom, insisted that I put on a more colorful, form-fitting, shirt and then took me into the bathroom to mousse my hair. Finally satisfied that I was at least presentable, we headed off for the dinner. Heather insisted on taking her Mercedes, even though Sharon could barely squeeze into the back seat.

While on the way, my phone buzzed again. Heather grabbed it, and found it was a pic of Roberta stroking Tom’s massive cock. Roberta had added, ‘can’t wait to see you all!’ Heather snorted and threw the phone to Sharon, who commented that she hoped Heather would take that on because she didn’t think she could handle it! The girls started laughing hysterically, and started betting who would be the first to endure Tom’s member. Clearly, the fun and games were about to commence!

The GPS took us to Roberta and Tom’s house in an upscale subdivision of large houses and even larger lots. I pulled into the driveway, and between the three of us, our excitement was about to boil over. Saturday night had arrived!

(Stay tuned for Part 6 - Roberta Takes Charge!)