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I think this may have had something to do with the way you smelled that afternoon. No, that is the actual reason you came inside and found what you did.

The slam of a nearby car door was passed off as a neighbor's visitor. The chime of the doorbell sounded awfully familiar, yet you figured it was the humidity carrying the tone across the yard. Half an hour had gone by and there were no signs or sounds of her. You knew you left her inside to tend to her favorite chores. It was agreed before you left for the gardens in the distant back yard that you would share in a refreshing afternoon wine cooler before completing chores for the day.

That chiming sound resounded in your mind as the need for a beverage overcame your dry mouth. Sweat gathered in beads across your brow before dripping through your eyelashes and down to your chest, skipping that well defined jaw line.

Finally you gave in on waiting for the drinks to be brought out to you as usual. You wiped the sweat with the inside lower hem of your well worn t-shirt. The water droplets of your labors added a sexy touch to your rugged appearance.

As the screen door slammed behind you, the voices upstairs silenced. Still, they were not quieted fast enough. You could not identify the second voice, but it was all too familiar. The giggle was undeniable and did not belong to your woman. All sorts of visions passed through your mind while the house became dead silent. Only your footsteps could be heard, one by one up the birch staircase.

You entered the kitchen to find your beverage waiting for you. Two empty bottles stood next to the water marks from the other two glasses. You bypassed the need for a glass, and sucked it down right from the bottle. Grabbing another, you proceeded upstairs. Not even your own breathing could be heard as you ascended. The stairs were carpeted and you stepped more cautiously, hoping to "catch" whoever it was that was (in your mind) entertaining your lady.

Smaller footprints on the newly vacuumed carpet was a clear sign there was a woman with her. Shoes lay by the foot of "your side" of the bed. Shorts were strewn across the room, followed by two blouses and one lacy bra. As you walked toward the other door leading to a back room, you kicked at the shorts trying to unearth more material. Finally reaching the other room, you found a pair of panties and the second bra in a distinct design on the floor. They managed to shape out your initials.

An enormous smile came to your face as you eased the door further open. What waited for you inside made you freeze.

The furniture had been rearranged. The bed was shifted to the next wall over where the sun could shine in on it. The breeze reached the pillows and gently shifted their hair. A new addition to the room, there was a chair positioned quite appropriately.

The women had made themselves comfy on the crisp white comforter with the lace and satin trim. It matched the curtains as well as the sheets that were soon revealed.

Just as you entered the room and parted your lips to speak, one of them whispered out to you – "Sit".

You sat. You finally began breathing again and closed your mouth. One more sip of wine cooler gave your mouth the lubrication it needed. You were absolutely parched after standing so long with your jaw gaping open. There was no predicting what you were about to see

There they were on the bed, barely dressed and touching one another. The breasts you thought were yours for fun and pleasure were now being shared, and without your prior approval. Had she asked, you would have shown her the rock of a cock in your pants that sometimes tries to communicate on your behalf. The vision of her with another woman was all you've wanted for the last year or five, it's just that you never thought she'd go for it.

This event, being her idea was the best way for you to settle out of the hard day laboring in the yard. She has been forgiven for not doting on you. The way they lay beside one another on that fluffed up white bed was something of your fantasies.

Your racing mind reflected on whether you mentioned it to either of these women who now embrace each other before you. All of their actions reflect what was in your recent thought. If ever it was to happen, it would be just like this moment.

Your woman was tracing the outline of the other's face with her fingertip, around her hairline and along her jaw until her finger was in her mouth. That is where the sucking began. It started as one fingertip gently clenched between her teeth, then moved to knuckle-deep and the nipples hardened in response to the sucking. You didn't know where to look.

That did not matter much, because the touching did not stop for an hour. The motions were duplicated from one woman to the other. It was a game of follow the leader for quite some time. Finger sucking led to wet fingertips rubbing on the other's nipples until they shifted from soft and supple to hard and ready. The moans were so delicate and feminine. The physical contact of a hand on a pussy to the fingertips that worked into their own slits for added pleasure were amazing for you to watch.

You leaned forward in hopes of joining in, but they both called out to you to sit and watch. That is why they brought in the chair. The ropes that hung from the bedposts finally caught your eye, but you didn't dare ask any questions. One line had a recognizable knot in it and you knew just where that was going to find a new home. You knew your friend liked it rougher, and you were about to learn the hidden desires of your own woman.

She kept it all a secret. She wanted to please you in this way, showing the pleasure you could all share if she were to let you watch as she suckled another woman's breast and played with her stuff as well. She was turned on knowing you were watching at close range. When her mouth popped off that nipple, she asked you to take your shorts off.

You listened. You removed them completely and tossed them aside. You moved your hand to your cock and sat with it comfortably in your fist. You did not move, you did not stroke it and you did not even change the grip. You held it and waited for more direction. It was never given. You pulsated your fist around the shaft, but did not slide it or stroke it.

The women continued to fondle one another. Those beautifully painted fingernails matched their toes and even matched what was left of

the garnet lipstick glossing their smiles. Most of the shine was from their own mouths. Pursed lips gave a new sensation as a nipple passed along them. A larger sucking started as they each lay head to head with a tit in their mouth. It became a silent challenge to fit an entire breast in their mouth, just like they'd be trying to deep-throat his cock and get the balls in too!

As their mouths consumed tits, a spare hand from each of them reached between slightly parted legs to find the wetness that lie between 'em. First one fingertip until the lower lips glistened. One finger silently disappeared between them. Then another followed. Before his own eyes and in short notice, each woman had at least three fingers inside her. The moans continued to coincide with the pressure from a thumb. A shift of the legs and a grinding of their hips was all the talk needed. One of them removed the nipple from her mouth and she slid along the bare torso of her bed buddy.

In seconds, they were both about to dive into the other. Those fingers once inserted became the tool to part the petals and allow a knowing and exploring tongue to lap up the nectar from the fragrant flower.

You could hardly sit still. The very first motion you made with your hand as it tried to remain so still was cause for you to moan and press on it to keep yourself from shooting so soon. The ladies lay in the sexiest 69 you've ever seen. Somehow it seemed so natural when they did it. You could even hear the music of their lips smacking and slurping.

Your moan followed by the unstoppable ecstatic orgasm made them look up at you. With their chins sparkling and eyes glazed over, the sight of your cock in your hand in front of them both made them cum. It was amazing that the three of you could do that even when you had no physical connection with them.

Once you all took a breath and collapsed – it occurred to you that those ropes were not yet brought into play. One of them caught you looking that way, and all that was said was "next time" You winked just as she did and smiled in anticipation of the next round...whenever that may be.