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ROOM FOR THREE - Part 1

3/21/2009

My wife's best friend, Dimpy, was very
close to the two of us. She spent so much time with us because
her boyfriend, Sandy, worked out of town a lot. His job often
sent him away with short notice and an uncertain return
date. Frankly, I don't know how Dimpy coped with it.
Their relationship had to be difficult, with many lonely
nights for both of them.


When Sandy was away, Dimpy was often over at our place. Dimpy
and my wife, Aanya, had known each other since they started
college. I had gotten comfortable enough with Dimpy that
our conversations covered everything ‒ even sex. Many
times when the three of us were together, the topic of conversation
strayed to how often we did it, favorite positions, what
we really liked from oral sex, and masturbation. For our
part, Aanya and I learned from these conversations. Dimpy
said she was learning from us as well. A few times, we even
rented porno movies to watch together. Usually on these
nights, after Dimpy went home, the sex with Aanya was at
its best. I got so horny talking about the in time details
of our sex lives with Dimpy. I would sit there trying to conceal
a raging hard-on, anxious for Dimpy to leave so I could take
Aanya to bed. When I did and we got undressed, I would find
her pussy to be about as wet as it got. She apparently also
enjoyed the discussions. The next time we saw Dimpy, she
would ask if we had fun after she had left. We would answer
truthfully. For her part, Dimpy would tell how she had used
her dildo to satisfy her urges.


When Sandy was in town, Dimpy was busy in bed with him. We
didn't see the two of them nearly as often as we saw just
Dimpy when Sandy was gone. More than once, I fantasized
about having sex with Dimpy. I had seen her in a bikini so
it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine what her tits
looked like. I had a pretty good idea of what Dimpy's
pussy must look like, from the shape of her bikini stretched
across her labia. I had masturbated while thinking about
this, and even played the fantasy out in my mind a few times
as I had sex with Aanya, though I had never shared this fact
with either woman.


We were friends with Sandy; we just didn't have as much
opportunity to spend time with him. I guess that is why we
weren't as close to him as we were to Dimpy.


One time when Sandy was away, we made plans to get together
for a week in Florida. Sandy would be getting some vacation
time starting that Friday. Since he was working on the east
coast, the plan was for Dimpy to ride with us to the hotel
and Sandy would meet us there. We reserved two rooms on the
beach. We were lucky to get them because it was a holiday
weekend.


The three of us took the afternoon off that Friday. Aanya
and I packed the car and picked up Dimpy at her apartment.
She was ready, anxious to see Sandy. He had been gone for
two weeks and she was horny. We got in the car and headed east
on the interstate.


To pass the time, Dimpy brought along a book to read. She
had Dr. Ruth's Guide to Good Sex. From the back seat,
she intended to read to us from the book to pass the time.



She opened the book and began reading. Amid giggles and
comments, we slowly got through the book. We were all thinking
about how, in a few hours, we would be getting the chance
to try out these things. Sex was on all our minds. I was hard
and there was no denying it. My dick was getting uncomfortably
large in the confines of my shorts. I caught my wife looking
over at my lap. She smiled and raised her eyebrows. She leaned
over and whispered, "Enjoying the book?" I
nodded. "Me, too. I can't wait until later."
She straightened up and we listened attentively to our
friend in the back seat.


Dimpy read, skimming forwards and backwards through the
book, selecting passages that looked interesting or funny.
Comments of "That sounds interesting" and
"I never thought of doing it that way" and even
"Ooh, that sounds good" were frequent. Once,
while checking the rear view mirror, I noticed that Dimpy's
nipples were visible through her thin top. Apparently
Aanya and I weren't the only ones affected by the book.



The girls were dressed lightly for the hot summer day. Expecting
sex, Dimpy probably wasn't wearing a bra. I wondered
if she was even wearing panties and my dick got even harder.
I tried to imagine what she looked like naked. Aanya and
I had discussed fantasies that included Dimpy. It was once
while talking about this that Aanya told me Dimpy was a natural
redhead. Her pubic hair was as gorgeous as the red colored
hair on her head. This fascinated me, a fact that had not
been missed by my wife.


Aanya undid her seat belt and slid closer to me. She put her
left hand on my bare thigh, and then slid it up over my shorts.
Glancing sideways at me, she gave me a little smile and licked
her lips as her hand slipped under the leg of my shorts. A
groan slipped uncontrolled past my lips.


"Hey, what are you two doing up there, anyway? You're
supposed to be driving, " Dimpy said with a grin.



"I'm trying to drive, but it's hard ‒"
I started to answer but Aanya cut me off.


"Yeah, it's hard alright, " she reported
as her hand went under the leg band of my underwear and squeezed
the end of my dick.


"I started to say that it's hard to drive when
someone is distracting me, " I tried again.


Dimpy was now looking over the front seat and saw where Aanya's
hand was.


"Hey, no fair. I don't have one of those to play
with, " Dimpy whined.


"You'll get yours soon enough, " Aanya
countered, as she continued to squeeze.


Realizing that Dimpy didn't mind what Aanya was doing
to me right in front of her, just that she couldn't do
the same thing in the back seat, almost pushed me over the
edge. Breathing deeply, I warned Aanya, "If you don't
stop, there's going to be a mess to clean up, unless
you're planning on swallowing all of it."


Aanya laughed as she answered, "In the car? Only after
dark." She looked right at Dimpy and winked. I almost
came right there. Aanya withdrew her hand, but Dimpy noticed
her fingers had some of my precum smeared on it. Aanya saw
Dimpy's reaction and licked her fingers clean to tease
her friend. Dimpy moaned in frustration.


"Want a taste? " Aanya teased, holding up her
hand in front of Dimpy's face.


Dimpy laughed and said, "Nah, I think I'll wait
for mine." She moved against the back seat again,
then added, "But if you don't behave yourselves,
you'll drive me to masturbate back here."


"Don't let me stop you, " I suggested.
That brought a fresh round of giggles.


"Geesh, get a room, you two, " Dimpy lamented
with frustration tingeing her voice.


"We're going to, as soon as we get there, "
Aanya answered. "How much further?"


"Another two hours, " I replied. "Getting
anxious?"


"We all are, " came the response from the back
seat.


"Maybe we should change the subject to ease the frustration, "
Aanya offered. "Read some more to us."


"Yeah, that's what we need. More Dr. Ruth, "
Dimpy said as we all laughed. In spite of that, she continued
reading.


By the time we arrived at the hotel, the car contained three
very horny people who couldn't wait to get started
fucking. That was, after all, what this trip was all about.
Sure, there was the beach and all that, but we were really
all looking forward to spending a few days (and nights)
in our hotel rooms just being couples. I felt a little sorry
for Dimpy. Aanya and I were going to hop into bed as soon as
we checked in. Dimpy would have to wait a few hours for Sandy
to arrive. I suspected that if he didn't arrive soon,
Dimpy was going to take matters into her own hands until
he got there.


Parking in front of the lobby, I got out of the car and stretched.
The girls followed suit and we walked through the glass
doors of the lobby. We were greeted by a crowd. It was a holiday
weekend, after all. By the looks of things, the hotel was
going to be sold out. I was glad we had made our reservations
well in advance. We joined the mob and waited our turns checking
in. As we moved closer to the desk, I ended up in one line while
Dimpy ended up in another line a little further over. The
desk clerks appeared overworked and frustrated. It had
to be difficult to remain pleasant when confronted with
a mob that only grew no matter how fast you worked to reduce
it.


My clerk was a pleasantly attractive young lady with Amy
on her nametag. She was trying hard to smile; it was obvious.
I stepped up when it was my turn, smiled, and said, "Hi,
Amy. I have a reservation." Then I paused and thought
about what I said. "I guess you've heard that
before." She smiled, too tired to laugh, but she was
sweet.


"Yes, we're busy today."


"It will end, and we will all be in our rooms, leaving
you alone."


"The worst part is check-in for holiday weekends,
like this. What is your name?"


I told her and she consulted her computer. "Yes, I
have it. You had requested a connecting room with another
guest, I see. I'm not sure if we can manage that. We're
all full."


About that time, I sensed Aanya tensing up at my side. I looked
up and saw her looking at Dimpy ‒ who was looking very upset.



"I'm going to go see what's wrong, "
Aanya told me without looking back and started pushing
through the crowd to her friend's side.


I looked back to Amy and took care of checking in. She was
having trouble with the connecting room. About the time
she sighed and looked up, I noticed Dimpy making a scene
in front of her clerk. Dimpy was crying and Aanya was trying
to comfort her. I couldn't make out what was wrong with
all the background noise.


Amy looked at me apologetically and said, "I'm
sorry. Your friend's reservation seems to have been
removed. I can give you a room on the beach, but the other
rooms around it are all assigned."


"That's OK. That room sounds fine. We'll
work it out. Do you know why the other reservation is gone?"



"No, it looks like it was cancelled."


I looked over, but Aanya and Dimpy were nowhere to be seen.
Something was really wrong. At least we had one room. We'd
work out the rest later. I thanked Amy, let her run my credit
card and took my key cards, along with the other paperwork.
Amy smiled at me as I moved aside to let the next person move
up to the counter.


Once I could work my way out of the crowd, I found Aanya and
Dimpy on a sofa near the window. Dimpy was sobbing heavily
and looked very angry. Aanya looked concerned. I walked
over and sat down next to Aanya. She in turn looked over to
me as I sat. She leaned over and filled me in on what had happened.
Sandy had left a message at the desk for Dimpy. He got called
back to work so he wouldn't be meeting her at the hotel.
After Dimpy read the note, the clerk asked if she was still
checking in and she replied, "Hell, no!" before
storming away. I looked at Aanya. She read the expression
on my face correctly.


"I don't know what to do, either."


"Let's go to our room. It's more private
and more comfortable."


Dimpy wasn't in a mood to do anything, but she let Aanya
lead her back to the car. They rode together in the back seat
as I drove around to our room. I parked and got out to open
the room. Aanya came up to me as I was unlocking the door.



"Dimpy is really pissed with Sandy right now. She
is saying she wants to go home." I looked directly
at Aanya. "I know, I don't want to drive back right
now, either. She cancelled her reservation. All she can
do now is stay with us."


"Aanya, -"


"I don't like it either, but what can I do? We can't
have her sleeping in the car."


"Well, I doubt she'll find another room anywhere
near here, what with the holiday and all. I guess she can
stay with us." I opened the door. The cool interior
was dark because the curtains were closed. It took a few
moments for our eyes to adjust. "Oops."


Aanya looked past me to see what I meant. The room had a table,
chair, dresser, and a king size bed. One king size bed. Our
eyes met.


"One bed, " I said, stating the obvious.


"Yeah. That might be a problem." Aanya thought
for a moment. "Do you think they could move us to another
room with two beds?"


"Honey, you saw the mob in the lobby. The lady said
they are booked solid through the holiday. There are no
more rooms in the inn."


"Maybe Dimpy can still get her room." Aanya
shook her head. "No, she's in no state to stay
by herself tonight. We'll just have to share the bed."



"That could get interesting, " I replied.



"What do you mean?"


"Well, what kind of pajamas did you bring?"
I asked my wife.


She opened her mouth to answer, then broke into a shy grin.
"Just lingerie. And not much of it."


"Uh-huh. That's more than I brought. We came
here to have sex. I'll bet Dimpy packed the same way."



It didn't take long for the implication to sink in.
Aanya caught my eye and asked, "How do you feel about
that?"


"I guess we don't have much choice. We're
going to get to know each other a lot better over the next
few days." Now I was grinning. "It could be fun, "
I added as I raised my eyebrows.


"We'll manage, " Aanya said. I could see
uncertainty clouding her face. "We can sleep in t-shirts
if we have to. Let's move in the luggage. Then we'll
talk it over with Dimpy."


Aanya's suggestion disappointed me. We were in the
habit of sleeping nude together. I wasn't pleased
with how this romantic getaway was turning out.


We went back to the car. I opened the trunk and started carrying
in bags while Aanya and Dimpy walked into the room. They
were talking. I could just imagine what they were talking
about. I knew what was going through my mind. Two women,
one bed, no pajamas. The concern over Dimpy had short-circuited
my erection earlier, but these thoughts now had it back
in business.


Aanya and Dimpy were sitting on the bed, still talking.
I had all the bags inside in a few trips and closed the door.
I sat in the chair facing them and drew a deep breath.


"Sorry we didn't help with the bags, "
Aanya offered.


"That's alright. How're you doing, Dimpy?"
At least she had stopped crying.


"I'm sorry about all the problems I'm causing.
This is not how it was supposed to turn out." I held
up a hand to stop her apologies. Before I could say anything,
though, she continued. "This situation is OK with
me, if it's alright with you guys. I mean, we're
all friends. I'll give you all the privacy I can."
She smiled at that, and we joined in.


Aanya spoke next. "We can wait for that."


"No, you came here for a romantic getaway. I won't
take that away from you just because mine was ruined. I'll
try to not act like a chaperone. Pretend I'm not here."



"That will be hard to do, " I suggested.


"I bet it's hard after all the teasing in the car.
Do you want me to leave you two alone for a while? I could go
walk on the beach or something." Dimpy was trying
really hard now.


I was going to agree when Aanya spoke up. "That's
not necessary." She shot me a look to kill the disappointed
expression I was showing. "Later" she mouthed
to me, purposely facing away from Dimpy. "Let's
take a walk and check out the hotel." Aanya gave me
a hard look that told me I really wanted to take a walk with
them.


The three of us went back outside, into the warm sunny afternoon.
The parking lot was filled of guests arriving and unpacking.
We avoided the mob in the lobby and walked a little way down
the street, taking note of the shops, restaurants and bars
in walking distance. Dimpy seemed to calm down a lot on the
walk. It did her some good, which did all of us some good.
We returned to the hotel where we could see the beach through
a breezeway.


Dimpy turned to face us. "Guys, I'm really sorry
about the way I acted earlier. I've been doing a lot
of thinking. I'm going to enjoy myself. I'll make
the best of it. I'd really like for Sandy to be here,
but that's just not going to happen. He's been
away before, and he'll be away again. We can have fun
without him." She lowered her eyes, and then looked
at us again. "I'll do my best to not get in the way
of your fun, " she added with a shy grin, looking directly
at me.


"Let's all get freshened up. We can go down to
the beach together, " Aanya suggested. That made
Dimpy smile. I took a deep breath in relief. I could feel
how the tension had eased. Nodding agreement, we headed
back to the room to change.


Dimpy took her bikini out of her suitcase and went into the
bathroom to change. Aanya removed all her clothes, and
then began rummaging through our bags for bathing suits.
I undressed as I watched my wife, naked, looking for something
to wear. The view, coupled with the thought that Dimpy was
on the other side of the wall, naked as well (and maybe masturbating
at that very moment to relieve the tension) had me about
as hard as I could get. My dick wasn't sticking out;
it was sticking up. Aanya found the suits and backed up ‒
right into my erection. She felt it slide up her back, leaving
a wet trail of precum. When she turned around, she was looking
very happy.


"It seems like someone may have a problem fitting
into his bathing suit, " she said, slowly looking
up from my hard-on to my face. Her hand reached out to grip
my shaft and I breathed deeply. If Dimpy had chosen that
moment to come out of the bathroom, she would have gotten
quite an eyeful. Aanya must have had the same thought, because
she looked in the direction of the bathroom door before
continuing. "I have a feeling Dimpy will be in there
a few minutes, now that she has calmed down. We should have
just enough Time to do take care of your problem."
I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything
appropriate to add. Aanya sank to her knees in front of me
and kissed the tip of my dick. As her lips pulled back, the
ample supply of precum at the tip formed a strand connecting
her lips to my dick. She stuck out her tongue and licked.
I groaned and staggered backwards. She smiled, then opened
her mouth and sucked my dick inside.


I couldn't believe I was getting a blowjob from my wife
while her friend was getting dressed only a few feet away!
Any minute, the door was going to open and Dimpy was going
to walk into the room. Dimpy was going to see us both naked
and my dick in Aanya's mouth. The thought only drove
me closer to an orgasm that was already not far away. After
all the teasing in the car, I had been ready to shoot before
Aanya even touched me.


I was so focused on Aanya sucking my dick that I never noticed
the doorknob turn, or the door start to open. The door didn't
open far, just enough so Dimpy was able to see us in the space
between the door hinges. I didn't realize until later
that we were being watched.


I tensed up, my dick preparing to shoot off in my wife's
mouth. I was past the point of no return. Aanya looked up
at me with my dick still in her mouth. No matter what happened,
I was going to cum. If Dimpy chose this moment to interrupt
us and I tried to pull out of Aanya's mouth, there was
going to be sperm all over my wife and the bedspread. I'm
sure Aanya felt my dick throbbing and realized that.


Thoughts of Dimpy nearby put images in my head of Dimpy changing.
I imagined what it must look like in the bathroom, with her
naked in front of the big mirror. That did it. My cock throbbed
and squirted. Aanya was on her knees and swallowing. That
was when I saw Aanya's expression change. Her eyes
were now trying to look at the door. I turned to see what had
alarmed her. I saw the door was ajar. There was light coming
through the crack between the door and the frame. When my
eyes focused, I could partially see Dimpy standing behind
the door. She was watching us. She was watching me get a blowjob.



Dimpy apparently didn't realize we could see her.
She just stood there and watched, silent. I had fantasized
about her sometimes when I masturbated, but I had never
cum while looking at her. Certainly never while she was
watching me cum. The novelty of the situation intensified
my orgasm. My knees buckled. I finished shooting off and
pulled out of Aanya's mouth. Aanya swallowed one last
time and looked up at me. Dimpy saw we were finished and moved
away from the crack in the door. Aanya stood and thanked
me, kissing me after she finished swallowing. She smelled
of sperm but I didn't care. I kissed her back, thanking
her for what she had just done for me. We didn't have
a chance to even start getting dressed when Dimpy opened
the door the rest of the way and stepped out. I was oblivious
to the fact that Dimpy was now looking at my dick. I was trying
to figure out an excuse why I was standing there naked. The
only coherent thought I could gather was that looking at
Dimpy was making me hard again. "Dimpy, I'm so
sorry. We thought you, I mean, uh, ... Aanya?"


It probably sounded even less coherent than that.


Aanya seemed to be better than me at taking it all in stride
when she spoke up. "We thought you were going to be
busy in the bathroom a while longer. Sorry."


Dimpy blushed then. "Well, ... I was busy. If I had
known you guys were doing something, I would have taken
longer."


I was slow, or the women were using some kind of female code,
because I didn't catch on right away. Then, I GOT IT.



"Ohhh."


Dimpy made an embarrassed giggle in response to what I had
said.


"Well, it's not like I was the only one trying
to cum, " she accused.


I couldn't argue with that. Aanya handed me my bathing
suit and I started to put it on. I pulled it up, but I was now
so hard that my dick stuck up above the waistband of my suit.
Dimpy was watching me, making me harder. She slowly looked
up from the tip of my exposed cock to my eyes.


"You'll get in trouble if you go out like that, "
she warned with a warm smile and a single raised eyebrow.



Aanya countered with, "I did my part."


"Yes, you did. You did it very well, " was my
answer.


I tried to bend my dick and push it down into my suit. It didn't
want to bend. It was uncomfortable like that, and the bulge
it made was quite obvious.


Dimpy spoke next, her words catching me off guard.


"So, do we leave him alone to take care of his own problem,
or is it my turn?"


My mouth gaped open and my heart pounded at the thought of
what Dimpy was suggesting. I think if my dick had still been
sticking out, the women would have seen it grow further,
probably accompanied by a drop of precum appearing at the
tip.


Aanya defused the situation by asking me, "Don't
you have to pee or something?"


I did have to, so I went into the bathroom. I could hear Dimpy
laughing behind me. The excitement was wearing off so I
was able to pee after only a minute or so. I didn't have
to jack off because peeing made me lose my erection. I made
a point of not thinking about Dimpy so I could get my dick
back into my suit. When I came back into the room, Dimpy and
my wife were talking quietly. Aanya saw me coming out of
the bathroom and whispered, "Later, " ending
the conversation.


"Are you ready to go to the beach?" I asked, seeing
that whatever they had been discussing they had no intention
of sharing with me.


We headed out of the door on the other side of the room, which
opened onto the beach. Outside it was sunny and warm and
there was already a large crowd on the beach. It appeared
to be mostly college students, so the long weekend would
probably be rather rowdy. We walked along the concrete
path to the edge of the sand, the sounds of partying all around
us. I enjoyed the view of so many scantily clad women. Aanya
must have noticed me taking in the scenery because she took
my hand and held it tightly. She wanted me to remember whom
I was with. No danger of that. I was very in much love with
my wife. I was just looking.


We set out towels on the sand near the water's edge.
We lay out in the sun a while and swam from time to time to cool
off. It seemed like Dimpy was a lot calmer now so maybe this
trip wouldn't turn out so badly after all.


As sunset approached, talk turned to dinner. We decided
we'd get dressed and walk around to find someplace
that looked good. We were hungry but beyond that no one had
anything particular in mind. Back at the room, Dimpy offered
for Aanya and I to use the shower first. Ordinarily, it might
have been awkward for the two of us to shower together with
Dimpy there, but we had shared so many of the details of our
sex lives (especially today) that there was little left
to hide. Dimpy knew we showered together and most times
slept in the nude. On the other hand, I knew how often Dimpy
masturbated and how much she liked her rabbit vibrator.
I wondered if she had brought it along on the trip.


Aanya and I were soon naked in the bathroom. I watched my
wife in the mirror as she bent over to start the shower. With
her bent over, I could see her pussy lips framed by her thighs
and the sight was quickly making me hard. I loved looking
covertly as my wife's body. I could clearly see her
slit, with the lips covered by wisps of brown hair. The blowjob
from earlier had done little to quell all my desires. Aanya
stood up and turned around. In the mirror, she could see
the effect her body had on me. I watched as she walked up to
me and put her arms around me. When I felt her breasts press
into my back, I groaned. I could also feel the hair above
her pussy against my ass. My dick jumped a little. Aanya
gave a little laugh when she saw that. Her hands dropped
lower to caress my hardon.


"Mmm, I like doing this, " she told me as she
gently stroked.


"You'll get no complaints from me, " I
assured her.


"Hey, no fair. At least you got something earlier.
I haven't gotten anything all day. I was so horny on
the beach."


"Want me to take care of that right now?" I offered.



"Let's get cleaned up first. I'm all sweaty
but I'm sure you can think of something to do to me in
the shower."


We turned around and got in the shower. She was in front of
me this time. As I put my arms around her to caress her tits,
my dick poked into her ass. I squatted a little so it could
slide between her legs, rubbing as it did against her pussy.



"I said you could have me after I got clean."



"I'm not pushing. I'm just getting comfortable, "
I told her.


"Uh-huh. You're getting pretty comfortable."



"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, emphasizing
the point by sliding my dick back and forth against her hairy
lips.


"Oh, no, " she assured me, her voice slow and
dreamy. "Don't stop."


I heard the washcloth she had been lathering fall to the
bottom of the tub with a wet plop. I reached around her and
opened her lips so my dick could slide between her lips.
She moaned. With both arms around my wife, I held the end
of my dick firmly against her pussy with my left hand and
used my right to play with her clit.


"This is so nice, " she said in a dreamy voice.
"Don't think you're getting off easy, though.
I'm going to want the real thing tonight."


"That should be interesting with Dimpy in bed next
to us, " I commented.


"We'll work something out. I'm not going
all week without sex."


"Good. I was getting worried."


Aanya's hand replaced mine on the head of my dick, holding
the shaft firmly against her wet lips.


"We'll have to wait until she is asleep. Or maybe
we can convince her to take a walk."


"Given the pajama situation, we'll probably
all be seeing each other naked this week anyway. I say we
just go for it. She can go outside if she wants to."



Aanya laughed, though she pressed my dick harder against
her. "I don't know if I can fuck with my best friend
watching." Her voice didn't sound like she was
totally convinced. She leaned forward. "Oh, just
fuck me right here. Put it in now."


I had no problem complying with a request like that. She
was so wet inside that I entered easily, filling her with
my length.


"I've wanted this all day, " Aanya said
in a sort of moan. "Ever since Dimpy started reading
that book out loud."


I cut off any further conversation when I grabbed my wife
by the hips and started thrusting harder. She was moaning
loudly now but I didn't care. If Dimpy could hear us,
I'm sure it would be no surprise what we were doing.
She was probably masturbating anyway. When that thought
hit me, I suddenly started to cum. It was too late to stop
it so I instead diddled Aanya's clit as hard as I could.
I hoped I could make her cum with me. She was so worked up that
she did cum with me. I leaned into her and pumped her full
of my sperm. After the teasing all day, and in spite of the
blowjob, it felt so good cumming inside her. When I finished
spurting, I just held myself as deeply inside her as I could.



"What made you cum so fast?" Aanya asked when
she had caught her breath.


I didn't know how to answer. The fear of getting caught
made my dick shrink faster inside her pussy. Aanya didn't
miss the clue.


"Feeling nervous?"


Actually, I was feeling panicked. How do I tell my wife I
came so fast because I was fantasizing about her best friend
masturbating?


"I'll bet you were thinking about Dimpy",
she accused.


Since I was no longer hard, Aanya easily pulled off me and
turned around. I tried to look as innocent as possible.
She kissed me and said, "It's OK. She's probably
thinking about you right now. She was so horny all afternoon
and she knows she'll be sharing a bed with us tonight."



I relaxed a little.


"I'll say this, Dimpy sure made you cum fast."



Hearing Aanya say that only added to the naughtiness. She
kissed me again.


I hugged my wife, trying to recover some shred of my dignity.
"It was only a thought of her. It was the feel of your
body surrounding my dick that made me cum."


"Good save, " she told me with a sly smile. I
felt a little relieved. "Now let's get out there
and fool around some more while Dimpy showers."


I just grinned as I got out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped
the towel around my waist. Anxious to get started on that
"fooling around" Aanya promised, I quickly
walked out of the bathroom to tell Dimpy the shower was free.
Right after I opened the door, I heard Dimpy yell, "Shit!"
I stepped around the corner to see a surprised look on her
face, a mixture of fear and shock.


"Are you alright?" I asked her.


"Yeah, I'm fine, " she said hesitatingly.
Her right hand was obviously trying to hide something under
the pillow. Her left hand was at her crotch, pulling the
thin strip of her bikini bottom into the middle. I caught
a fleeting glimpse of dark colored pubic hair. So she had
been masturbating after all.


I smiled a sly grin and told her, "Sorry, I didn't
mean to interrupt anything."


She blushed and tried unsuccessfully to act like nothing
was going on. She headed to the bathroom, bumping into Aanya
who was also wearing just a towel.


"Are you OK?" Aanya asked her.


"I'm fine. Ron just surprised me."


The door closed behind her as Aanya gave me one of those,
"What was all that about?" looks.


I explained. "I think I caught her doing a little fooling
around of her own."


"Ohh, " Aanya said meaningfully.


"It must be hard on her with Sandy not being here."



"Yeah, I feel for her." Then her expression
changed from wistful to naughty as she continued with,
"Just because she's doing without doesn't
mean we have to." As my wife spoke these last few words,
she released her towel. The sudden motion caught my attention,
causing me to follow the towel with my eyes as it sank to the
floor. I immediately ran my eyes back up her legs. What I
saw put a big smile on my face.


Aanya lay back against the bed, spreading her legs. "Make
it quick. We have to get dressed before she gets out of the
shower."


I shucked my own towel and crawled onto the bed between Aanya's
legs. As my cock entered her still wet pussy, she stretched
out her arms and gave a heavy sigh.


"That feels sooo ‒" she started to say. Suddenly,
she exclaimed, "What the hell?" Her right hand
had found something under the pillow. When her hand reappeared,
it was holding a dildo.


"That must be what Dimpy was trying to hide when I walked
in, " I mused. Then a less pleasant thought crossed
my mind. "I certainly hope it wasn't left by the
previous guests."


"Not a chance, " Aanya answered quickly. "It's
Dimpy's. Trust me."


"Ewww, " I said, drawing out the sound.


"You don't say that when you touch me, "
my wife told me.


"That's different."


"Uh-huh, " was all she said as she started to
slide the dildo back under the pillow. Then, "I think
I'll leave it out for her, " she said. She left
the dildo on the bedspread in front of the pillow and put
her arms around me. "Now, make it quick. We don't
want to get caught like Dimpy did." She would have
laughed if I hadn't started slamming into her so quickly.
This was going to be a quickie. It didn't matter. We
were so worked up that we both came in minutes. As we were
smiling into each other's eyes and panting to catch
our breath, the shower turned off.


"time to get dressed, " Aanya said, pushing
me off her. I retrieved her towel from the floor as I stood
up. I tossed it to her and used mine to wipe off the remains
of our lovemaking from my dick. She did the same to her pussy
and we quickly started dressing. We had finished by the
time the bathroom door opened. Dimpy stepped out and I was
trying to watch her face without her realizing what I was
doing. She froze when she saw the bed. It wasn't how
the bedspread was rumpled in the middle that caught her
attention. It was her dildo in plain view. She blushed and
wouldn't look my way.


"I think you lost something, " Aanya said over
her shoulder as she tried not to laugh out loud.


"How do you know it's mine?" Dimpy tried
to cover.


"Because it was still wet, " Aanya told her.



Dimpy looked crushed. There was no denying what she had
been doing. She tried to crawl onto the bed to retrieve her
toy with as much dignity as she could muster. She was wearing
only a towel and holding a dildo as she stood. She looked
me in the eye defiantly now, saying, "Well, it's
not fair. You two have each other. This is all I'll get
all week."


"That's alright. I understand." Aanya
was really trying to make her feel better now. "If
the situation were reversed, I'd be doing the same
thing." Dimpy's expression relaxed. Aanya
still got one more jab in. "Only, I'd pick it up
when I finished with it."


"I would have if your husband hadn't walked in
on me." Dimpy stuffed the dildo in her suitcase and
took her clothes back to the bathroom to get dressed. Once
the door closed, we burst out laughing. "I heard that, "
Dimpy called out loudly through the door.


Aanya turned to me. "I really can't blame her."



"It doesn't bother me, either, that she was doing
that."


"Do you really feel that way, Ron?" Aanya asked.
I nodded. She put her arms around my neck as she bit her lower
lip in thought, like she was deciding whether to speak her
next words. "You know this bed situation will be interesting
when we get back here tonight. I've been thinking..."



"You've been thinking, huh?" I knew that
look. "When you look like that, you're up to something,
and it's usually naughty."


"I've been thinking, " Aanya began again,
giving me a hard look but smiling, "that we should
just drop all the pretenses. Tonight, when we go to bed,
you and I should just go ahead and make love. Dimpy can masturbate
if she wants. I don't mind if she watches us."



I was surprised by Aanya's bold suggestion. I had suggested
it in the shower, but hearing Aanya say it, that she was seriously
considering it, made it real. We had talked rather freely
with Dimpy about sex, but up to now it had always been just
talk. We had never done anything in front of her, or in front
of anyone else for that matter. I'm a man. The idea appealed
to me. A lot. I looked into Aanya's eyes and raised my
eyebrows. "Are you sure you are OK with Dimpy and I
seeing each other nude?" My voice was just a whisper.



"Yes, I am. Are you?" my lovely wife asked me.



I didn't have to think about it. I had fantasized about
Dimpy many times in the past. The thought of finally seeing
her undressed was getting me hard again. It was slow because
of the two times we had just made love, but I was slowly becoming
erect. Fucking Aanya and knowing Dimpy was watching, knowing
it was turning her on, knowing she was looking at me and masturbating,
only added to the eroticism. I said just one word.


"Yes."


Aanya smiled at my answer. She walked the two steps to press
her body against mine, her arms sliding around my neck.
She pulled her body against mine hard. She started to kiss
me, but stopped and instead said, "Ohhh, you're
getting hard at the thought of this." I could see she
was trying to think something else through, but she kissed
me instead of sharing it with me. It was a kiss full of passion,
a promise of what was to come later that night. As Dimpy watched.



"Hey, you can't do that. I don't have one
of those." Dimpy had caught us again. As our lips slowly
parted, I was thinking how she was going to be seeing a lot
more than kissing in a few hours. Dimpy was grinning when
I turned to see her. "You're going to make me do
something if you keep that up." We all knew what she
was referring to. Aanya defused the sexual tension by saying
how she was hungry. With that, we were all ready so we walked
out of the room.


There was a restaurant a short walk from the hotel. With
the large holiday crowd in town, the streets were bumper
to bumper ‒ not to mention the difficulty parking ‒ so we
walked to dinner. The street was clogged with college students
cruising the strip. We were walking faster than the traffic
was moving. While we walked, Aanya and Dimpy were leaning
their heads together and talking about something. Their
words were just a little too quiet for me to make out what
they were saying. We made it to the restaurant in about five
minutes. As I had suspected, the parking lot was crowded.
There would be only a short wait for a table as many of the
customers appeared to be heading for the bar instead of
dinner. I found seats for the three of us in the waiting area.
Aanya told me to order drinks for her and Dimpy, then shepherded
Dimpy off to the restroom. It was a warm night so I ordered
piƱa coladas for all of us. The drinks arrived before the
women got back. I wondered what women did for so long in there,
and why they always did it in pairs. Finally, they returned
and we enjoyed our drinks while waiting for a table. When
our turn came, we were seated at a window overlooking the
beach. There was a full moon that night so we had a view of
the surf.


We chatted about a variety of non-important things during
dinner, avoiding talk of sex because we were in public.
Dimpy did pointedly suggest oysters for me but I declined.
When dinner was over, I think all three of us felt a tension.
Going to bed was already established as interesting, but
it was still early. Aanya suggested we walk back to the hotel
along the beach. It was a warm romantic night and we were
not in any hurry. We walked out the back of the restaurant
to the packed wet sand at the water's edge. I put my arms
around Aanya from behind and kissed her just below her earlobe.
That always made her shiver with delight and tonight was
no exception. I whispered into her ear that I couldn't
wait to get her to bed, certain that Dimpy wouldn't
hear me over the sound of the surf. We started back to the
hotel, Aanya and I holding hands and Dimpy on my right. Aanya
had taken off her shoes and was carrying them in her left
hand, the waves softly kissing her feet. We didn't
say anything on the walk. We just enjoyed the view of the
moon over the water, the sound of the waves crashing on the
sand and the smells of the ocean. From time to time, music
could be heard over the waves as we passed an occasional
bar. It probably took us about fifteen minutes to walk slowly
back to the hotel. On the walk, I was thinking about Aanya.
I was also thinking about undressing in front of Dimpy.
When we turned right to go up to the hotel, I was again hard
at the prospects of what was about to come.


I unlocked the door and opened it as I turned on the light.
Dimpy stepped in behind me but Aanya had stopped outside
to brush sand off her feet.


"The moment of truth, " Dimpy said nervously.



"Truth?" I asked.


Dimpy smiled, but her uncertainty showed. "The sleeping
arrangements, " she explained.


"Mmhm, " I answered.


Aanya came in and tossed her shoes towards our suitcase
on the floor. She fell back onto the bed, her white dress
arrayed around her like an angelic glow. Forgetting for
a moment that we had an audience, I lay on top of her and kissed
her. She instinctively spread her legs. My legs slid between
hers, pressing my erection harder against her pussy.


"Shouldn't you get undressed first to do that?"
asked Dimpy, trying to sound innocent.


Aanya and I opened our eyes. I was going to laugh but Aanya
looked serious. I felt her taking a deep breath. "If
we're going to do this, let's just do it, "
she whispered to me. Now butterflies invaded my stomach.
It was really going to happen. I got up in answer and held
out a hand to her. She stood and moved in front of me. As I unzipped
her dress, she looked at Dimpy and began the speech she had
probably been rehearsing throughout dinner.


"Dimpy, we know things didn't turn out as you
expected this weekend. I'm sorry, we're both
sorry. We know you probably came here like us, without much
in the way of pajamas because you were planning to be having
sex all week. Now, " she took another deep breath
before continuing. "It's time for bed. Ron and
I are going to sleep naked, and we are going to make love.
Feel free to sleep however you want. You can watch us if you
want, or turn away. We're still going to have sex, either
way. It won't bother us if you watch. It won't bother
us if you masturbate in front of us. If watching bothers
you, you can take a walk or wait in the bathroom."


Dimpy looked shocked at Aanya's words, but the shock
wore off quickly. When I finished unzipping Aanya's
dress, I slid my hands under the material and pushed it off
her shoulders. From the back, I noticed she wasn't
wearing a bra, only panties, under the dress. Dimpy's
look of shock turned to something else when my wife's
dress fell to the floor. I couldn't figure out what
because at that moment Aanya turned around, pressing her
soft skin against me, and began undressing me. When a beautiful
nearly naked woman starts undressing me, rational thought
goes out the window. When it's my wife, the most beautiful
woman in the world, the woman I love more than anything else,
all other thoughts fall by the wayside just like her clothes.
I ran my hands over her bare back as she unbuttoned my polo
shirt. When she grabbed the hem, I lifted my arms to allow
her to remove the shirt. Tossing it aside, her eyes met mine
with a grin as she sank to her knees. She deftly unbuckled
my belt and undid my pants. She sensually slid her hands
inside the sides of my pants, over my briefs, as she pushed
my pants down. One of her hands slid around to the front to
pass over my growing erection as the other pushed my pants
to my ankles. I tried stepping out of them but they were caught
on my feet.


Aanya realized my difficulty and left my hardon to use both
hands to get me out of my pants. When she did, she grabbed
me by the cheeks of my ass and pressed her face to my dick,
kissing me through the cloth. I throbbed. It was then I remembered
we had an audience. I looked up, away from Aanya's face,
to see Dimpy caressing one breast through her shirt. She
had been intently watching what Aanya was doing so she didn't
notice I was now watching her.


Dimpy moved her other hand over her crotch and slid it back
and forth, up and down her slit. I was doubly assaulted ‒
by Aanya's mouth trying to reach my dick through my
underwear and by the sight of Dimpy playing with herself.
My mind cleared when I felt Aanya's fingers inside
the waistband of the only piece of clothes I was still wearing.
She was pulling down my underwear. The moment of truth ‒
I was about to be completely naked in front of Dimpy. With
scarcely a moment to think about it, I felt Aanya finish
undressing me. My erection sprang free, announcing its
presence to the world as it stuck out like a flagpole. Dimpy's
eyes widened a little. I saw her tongue stick out just a little
and lick her lips. Her nipples were just barely noticeable
beneath her soft cotton shirt and I could see her breathing
had deepened.


Aanya licked the tip of my dick, tasting the precum gathering
there. The touch of her tongue to my erection was like an
electric current. I let out a moan, a moan that was echoed
involuntarily by Dimpy. The silence now broken, Dimpy
spoke softly.


"Is it good?" she asked.


"Oh, yesss, " Aanya answered, a strand of precum
that had joined her lips to my cock breaking free as she moved
her mouth to speak. She leaned forward, taking my shaft
into her mouth. I had watched Aanya giving me a blowjob countless
times. I was at that moment more interested in watching
what Dimpy was doing. She was actively groping one of her
breasts now. The other hand had been rubbing harder and
harder against her pussy. Now she slid it under the waistband
and into her pants, without even undoing the waistband.
I couldn't tell if her hand was inside or outside of
her panties, but the expression on her face told me her fingers
were rubbing her lips. At first I was shocked that Dimpy
was touching herself in front of me. Then I realized that
I was standing naked in front of her, getting a blowjob.



Aanya released my dick with a final kiss and stood. She looked
at me but I was still in such a daze that it took me a moment
to realize what she wanted.


"Oh, yeah, " I smiled, sinking to my knees.
I found myself facing her pussy, the panties starting to
show a wet spot between her legs. She was so beautiful, wearing
only that one garment. I kissed her slit through her panties,
inhaling the fragrance of her juices. Dimpy now all but
forgotten, I turned my attention to the woman in front of
me, the love of my life. I wanted nothing else at that moment
other than to give her pleasure. With my lips still pressed
against her pussy, I pulled her panties down. The elastic
waistband moved across my lips like a rubber band, leaving
my lips pressed against her dark brown bush. I could feel
the texture of the fine curly hairs and I could smell her
wetness. I tentatively pressed my tongue into her slit,
parting her lips, as my hands finished pushing her skimpy
panties down her legs. I felt her step out of them as I started
licking up between her lips. She was wet, really wet. I wasn't
sure if it was because she wanted to be fucked so badly or
because Dimpy was watching, but she really wanted it. I
used my fingers now to part her lips fully so my tongue could
push into her hole. The smell and taste of her juices was
overwhelming. My thought at that point was that the juices
flowing out of her were her gift to me, her love for me pouring
out into my mouth.


I felt Aanya's hands on my head. They weren't pressing
me harder against her. They were pulling up on me. I looked
up, still feeling the curly hair against my face, and she
breathily said, "I need you to fuck me. Now."
Her words were insistent and I certainly wasn't going
to deny her that pleasure. Or me.


I stood, but she was already moving onto the bed as I was standing.
She slid backwards onto the bed until her head was on the
pillow. She spread her legs for me as I crawled into position
on top of her. Her hand was between her legs, guiding my dick
to the place it knew so well. I moved lower, onto her body,
as I felt my dick insert into her warm, moist channel. Our
bodies were coming together at a point where they fit so
perfectly. At this point, I didn't care if we were being
watched. There was only Aanya and I, joining together as
one in this ultimate expression of love. The feeling of
being next to her, inside her, as close as we could become,
was the nicest thing in the world. This wasn't having
sex. This was making love. I looked into Aanya's eyes,
seeing my passion mirrored there. When a motion caught
my eye, I looked over and saw something I was unprepared
for.


Dimpy's clothes were in a pile on the floor and she was
leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. Her legs
were spread a little and one hand was between her legs; the
other hand held something I couldn't see. I was seeing
her naked for the first Time. I loved Aanya, but I lusted
for Dimpy. I can't deny that. She was young, trim and
red. She was very cute. She wasn't someone I was in love
with, but it was fun to look at her. She saw me watching her
and smiled. She moved to the bed and settled into a spot right
next to us. She put a pillow against the headboard with her
left hand, then leaned back against it and spread her legs.
At that moment I could finally see what she had been carrying
in her right hand ‒ the dildo I had found earlier in the bed.
She was going to use it while she watched us. I was surprised,
but curious. I had never even seen one before that day. Now
I was going to watch a woman use one. Dimpy positioned it
at her opening.


"Don't you need some lubricant with that?"
Aanya asked. She had apparently been watching Dimpy as
well.


Dimpy smiled and turned slowly to regard us. "That's
not a problem. Watching you has made me wet enough."
She turned back to her pussy, pressing the plastic head
against her lips and moved it around a little, wetting the
tip. She reached down to a red knob at the base and twisted
it. The dildo, or should I say the vibrator, began buzzing.
As she pushed it up into her, her head lay back onto the pillow.
She didn't lift her head, but instead turned her head
to look at us. It appeared that she was having as much fun
as we were. Her hips began thrusting up, at about the same
pace as ours. I could see that the dildo was glistening with
her juices as it came out, before plunging back in. I was
fascinated with watching the lifelike shaft penetrate
her red-haired lips.


I felt Aanya's hands caressing my ass and knew I should
pay more attention to the woman I was making love to at the
moment. She was smiling when I turned and focused on her.



"I thought you might have forgotten about me, "
she said pleasantly.


"Not a chance. I was just looking. I know who I'm
supposed to be inside of."


"Good, don't forget it."


In answer, I began thrusting more vigorously, causing
her to grunt on the in strokes. I wanted to last a long time,
to really impress Dimpy with my stamina. Alas, it wasn't
to be. I could have handled the feeling of Aanya's pussy
around my dick. I could have even handled the sounds she
was making in response to my dick. What I couldn't take
was having Dimpy there. The buzzing of her vibrator kept
reminding me we were not alone. The novelty of being watched
had a definite effect on me. Whenever I looked her way, I
saw Dimpy's blue eyes watching me intently. On top
of that, she had such a sweet way of moaning as her own orgasm
approached. And, I have to admit, a few thoughts of sexual
contact with Dimpy did creep into my mind. As much as I love
Aanya, I couldn't keep thoughts of Dimpy away. All
of this was just too much. Far sooner that I had hoped, I felt
my dick throbbing. I was approaching the point of no return.
I was planning to slow down my thrusting, maybe even change
position for a while. Then, Dimpy gave a great moan. Aanya
and I both looked her way. I saw her shove the vibrator deep
inside her pussy and hold it there with her right hand while
her left was a blur across her clit. Dimpy's orgasm
triggered mine and I was helpless to stop it. All I could
do was thrust as deeply into Aanya as I could, and squirt.
I reached underneath her and dug my fingernails into her
ass cheeks as I came harder than I had in a long time. Maybe
it was Dimpy being there. Maybe it was knowing Dimpy was
cumming at the same time. Maybe it was watching Dimpy using
her dildo. Whatever it was, it was good ‒ for me. Aanya loves
feeling me cum inside her, but it was too soon for her to cum.
I was spent but she wasn't quite there yet.


"Aww, " she said in desperation when she felt
my spurts. She knew I was done. "I didn't get to
cum, " she continued, realizing she was the only
one in the room who had been denied an orgasm. I was lying
on top of her, our faces inches apart. We were both panting
and I could feel the incredible wetness of her pussy surrounding
my softening cock. At that moment, I longed for her to cum.
I would do anything to make her feel what I had just enjoyed,
what Dimpy and I had just enjoyed. Aanya looked at me. Maybe
there was a twinkle in her eye, or it was the pleading in her
voice, or maybe the guilt I felt for taking so much enjoyment
from her body and not giving her as much. "Ron, please
eat me."


Ordinarily, I love to go down on Aanya. I love eating pussy.
I love the taste, the smell, the sight of her pussy. I love
looking up from between her legs and seeing the orgasm wash
across her face as she plays with her tits. But now, with
her pussy full of my sperm, I wasn't so sure. What would
it taste like? She had tasted my dick before, right after
it came out of her pussy. She had to be tasting her own juices.
Now she was asking me to taste my sperm as it leaked out of
her. My wife was asking me to do the same. I should also taste
her juices, but the thought of eating sperm was turning
me off. Looking at Aanya, I could see the sexual frustration
in her eyes. I hated letting her down like that, especially
because thoughts of Dimpy made me cum so fast. There was
only one thing I could do ‒ one thing I had to do. I took a deep
breath as I pulled my now soft dick out of her and positioned
myself in front of her pussy.


I was getting excited again just by being so close to her
open cunt. Then I saw the white remains of my ejaculation
start to slip out between her lips. It's mine, I told
myself. If I expected her to taste it when she gave me a blowjob,
the least I can do is taste a little of it myself. I looked
up at her face, seeing anticipation. That did it. I loved
my wife more than I feared tasting my own cum. I pressed my
face into her wet lips. The scent was definitely her, but
there was also a trace of sperm. I almost had to force myself,
but I extended my tongue and made contact. I had kissed her
a few times after I came in her mouth, after she had swallowed.
That taste was here, in her pussy, where my dick had just
been. I stopped thinking about sperm and concentrated
on pussy. I focused on what I was doing for Aanya and moved
my tongue against her most in time parts. She instantly
enjoyed my tongue running over her clit. She wasn't
that far from orgasm, in spite of the pause. I moved my tongue
lower, between her slippery lips, to her opening. I could
feel a lot of wetness coming out of there. I sucked it into
my mouth and swallowed. The taste was definitely sperm,
but flavored with her. It wasn't as bad as I expected.
I didn't gag, and I didn't choke. It was just a different
taste. I knew what I was tasting but I wouldn't let myself
dwell on that. I was thinking about what I was doing for Aanya.
I concentrated more on the feel of her pussy than the taste.
She was moaning now and moving her hips. I felt pride at what
I was doing for her. I was going to give her the orgasm she
deserved ‒ the one I had denied her. I slid my hands beneath
her ass, tilting her pelvis up slightly. Each time my tongue
moved up to her clit, I could look over her bush and see her
face. The sight warmed my heart. She was starting to cum,
enjoying herself totally. That encouraged me and I moved
back lower with even more vigor. I really got into it. I could
still detect my own flavor, but I was thinking of what I was
doing for her.


Her legs clamped tightly around my head and she lifted her
pelvis off the bed as she gave a loud, drawn out, moan. Her
hands, which had been fondling her breasts, were now on
the back of my head. She was out of control, in the throes
of an orgasm ‒ a big one ‒ and she only wanted my mouth to press
harder against her pussy. I kept up my ministrations, careful
to keep up the stimulation so I could prolong her peak. In
time, the hands that had been holding me tightly suddenly
pushed me away. She could take no more for now. I moved away
from between her legs and got a good look at her face. She
was opening her eyes and looking down at me.


"Damn. That was good." She took a deep breath,
and then held her arms out to me. I moved over her and, lying
fully on top of her, kissed her. I pressed my tongue into
her mouth and she eagerly sucked it in. Then I realized what
I must taste like, only she didn't seem to mind tasting
herself in my mouth. When our lips parted, I opened my eyes
to see her smiling at me in a thoughtful way.


"You taste a little like sperm, " she said.
I blushed at those words. "Don't be embarrassed.
I like it."


Dimpy spoke next. I think we had both forgotten she was there.
Aanya jumped a little at the sound of Dimpy's voice.
Dimpy spoke softly, almost reverently. "That was
so awesome. Watching the two of you was hot. When Ron went
down on you, after, I got so wet. That was so incredible,
seeing him eat you out... after cumming in you."


All three of us thought over what she had just said. It was
definitely something new to all of us.


"Knowing what I must taste like made it all the more
exciting, " Aanya added. She was looking at me, lovingly.
"You did that for me. I didn't realize what I was
asking at the time. Now that I think about it, that was such
an act of total and complete love."


"Now that I think about it, I can't believe I did
it, " I told her.


"But the gesture was made. You did it because you love
her so much. You guys have such a special relationship."
Dimpy licked her lips and swallowed. "Thanks for
letting me watch."


When I looked over at Dimpy, I realized how absurd the situation
was. The three of us were naked, sharing a bed. Dimpy was
holding her dildo, still wet with her juices. Aanya was
lying before me, her legs open and her pussy visibly wet.
I could feel how wet my cheeks were. Dimpy was right. It wasn't
just an act between Aanya and I. Dimpy had shared in it by
being there.


"I can't believe we're doing this, "
Aanya said. There was not sadness or unhappiness in her
voice. Maybe disbelief, but not regret. She gave me a smile,
a soft loving smile, then turned and did the same to Dimpy.
"This is so right, " she reassured us both.
I could see she was thinking hard about something. The indecision
clouded her face. She looked from Dimpy to me, then her expression
changed to resolve. She sat up, moved to her knees between
Dimpy and me, and took my hand in her left. She took Dimpy's
hand in her right. She looked back and forth to each of us
as she spoke.


"This is so right. The three of us sharing this moment.
Three friends taking part in such a private moment."
Dimpy started to speak but Aanya shook her head at her, stopping
her. "I want us to share totally. We're all friends,
good friends." She pulled her hands together now,
in the process placing my hand over Dimpy's. My palm
was sweaty as I felt the skin on the back of Dimpy's hand.
I had no idea where this was leading, but it didn't seem
bad. Not bad, but not somewhere I had ever been before. "Dimpy
watched us making love and liked it." Aanya took a
deep breath and looked into my eyes as she said, "I
want to watch." Then she turned to look into Dimpy's
eyes. "I want to see what Ron looks like when he makes
love." She squeezed our hands. "I want to watch
the two of you make love to each other."


Looking past Aanya, I could see the expression of surprise
on Dimpy's face mirrored my own. In that moment, I felt
surprise, concern, fear... and excitement. I admit it.
I was horny at the thought of fucking Dimpy. Still, I loved
Aanya dearly and I didn't want to do anything to injure
our marriage, no matter how badly I wanted to do it with Dimpy.
I reached out with my left hand and touched Aanya's
cheek, turning her face to mine.


My heart had started pounding when the realization of what
Aanya was saying first hit me. I had to clear my throat before
I could speak. "Are you sure about this?" She
smiled and nodded slowly. "Really sure? Do you realize
what you're saying? What you're asking?"



She giggled. "Of course I do. I just asked my husband
to make love to my best friend. While I watch." Hearing
her say the words made it seem all the more incredible.


"Are you sure you can handle it? I mean seeing me and
Dimpy, me inside her, cumming inside her?"


Aanya kept smiling sweetly and nodded. Turning, she now
addressed Dimpy. "How do you feel about it?"



Dimpy swallowed hard. Her face was flushed. "Do you
really mean this?" she asked Aanya, maybe asked both
of us. I became concerned that she might not want to be with
me. I felt disappointment. Well, most of me did. Part was
still hopeful. "If you do, I want to do it. I really
want to do it."


Aanya looked back to me, then down to my waist. "Good,
because Ron obviously wants you." I was at full erection
again. That's kind of difficult to hide when you're
naked.


We all laughed at that, but I couldn't deny her statement.
I wanted Dimpy at that moment. I still loved my wife totally
and completely, but I wanted to see what it would be like
with Dimpy. I just couldn't believe my wife was asking
me to cheat on her ‒ and that she wanted to watch me do it.


Dimpy broke the silence. "Well, if we're going
to do this, then let's get started before anyone gets
second thoughts."


Aanya moved to the side as Dimpy shuffled to in front of me
and pressed her body against mine as she kissed me. I will
never forget the first time I felt her naked breasts against
me. It was so familiar yet so foreign. I had felt Aanya's
body that way countless times. This was the first time I
had felt Dimpy's body this way. It was the touch of a
woman, but a woman who was not my wife. The thought that this
was someone other than my wife only made the excitement
I felt grow. When our lips parted, I looked over to Aanya
for reassurance. She was smiling brightly. She sensed
what I was looking for and nodded. Dimpy slid down onto the
bed until she was lying where Aanya had been a few minutes
ago. She was in the wet spot. She looked so beautiful, lying
naked with her legs together before me. I swallowed hard
as Dimpy spread her legs, looking sweetly at me. I knew what
both women wanted from me. I knew what I wanted. My hear

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Tooooo long... keep it a bit short

3/21/2009

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This was so sweetly written, I savoured every word as I saw
myself in that setting. wow

3/21/2009

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It's a long read but well worth it! Can't wait to
get to part 2 here shortly. But, as we are heading out shortly,
it will have to wait.

3/21/2009

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wow i loved it! got to say it turned me on big time. kate xx

3/21/2009

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great story. wish I was you

3/21/2009

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You need to fix this. All of this part of the story isn't
here.

3/22/2009

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Damn, that was long but great things seldom happen in just
a moment

3/22/2009

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Great story, very sweet... but there seem to be a gap between
the end of part 1 and the beginning of part 2. I'll wait before going on reading part 2... maybe you'll
have time to fix it.

3/22/2009

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Definitely the best piece of writing I have ever read here
since the site's inception. The entire beauty, in
my opinion, lied in detailing the circumstances and happenstances
interweaving the socio-psychological backdrop of the
whole situation. Wonderful!

3/23/2009

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quote rajamaharaja113:
Tooooo long... keep it a bit short
Oh the impatience of youth. That was one of the most erotic
stories I have read. Sensuous, sexy and all about taking
time, about leading up to it, not rushing in for a ram and
scram. Learn from this.

3/31/2009