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Breaking the Boy

By: Wayward_Eve



Hi. You can call me Evelyn. 

There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this with you because it gets me off. If you don't like me, I don't care. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. You might want to keep some tissues handy.

Despite the best efforts of my parents and pastor, I didn't arrive at college with my virginity intact. The rules here prevent me from telling that story. Let's just say I learned how to get what I wanted at an early age and leave it at that. The layout of my dorm room was simple enough; a communal living room, kitchenette, and bathroom with four attached bedrooms. I was the new girl, filling a vacancy left by a graduate. My three roommates had been together since their freshman year. They were juniors when I moved in. Lacey and Devon were both slender brunettes. Lacey had beautiful green eyes and a boyish figure. She was studying photography. Devon had a rack on her, the kind that meant she'd never be lonely. She was an English major. Madison was blonde like me. A communications major, she had one of those perfect, pretty faces. Her smile was plastic. She was from money, superior and condescending. I disliked her immediately. That's why I did it.

Parker was Madison's boyfriend. He played football for the school and had a hard body to prove it. He was also a sweet, unassuming boy. I didn't have a car so, on my second day on campus, he gave me a ride downtown to pick out a new laptop. I was wearing a zipper hoodie and a denim skirt. We chatted idly, mostly about Madison. I pretended not to notice his furtive glances at my legs as he talked. I even slouched in the seat a little to give him a better view. Nothing drastic, just a little more thigh. After about half an hour of shopping I picked out a computer and a few accessories. On the way out, I pretended to need a bathroom break. While Parker waited patiently, I took off my shirt and bra and hid them in my shopping bag. Panties? I wasn't wearing any. I almost never do, especially when I wear skirts. Even if nobody comes close to catching a glimpse, it turns me on knowing I could let them. A few minutes later we were back in the car. I was already wet with anticipation. 

"Thanks for the ride," I told him as we pulled away. He nodded and we went back to small talk. I reclined my seat and began to unzip my hoodie. 

"What are you do..." he started to ask, falling silent when he noticed the bare flesh. 

At first, I only let him see the stripe from my neck to my naval. Then, I slipped a hand beneath and started to fondle a breast, pinching and twisting my nipple. I let the hoodie fall open as I ran my other hand over my body. Starting at my neck, I slid it slowly down until my fingers dipped below the waistband of my skirt. "How long have you been with Madison?" I asked, parting my thighs. 

"Umm... We," he stammered. A car horn prompted him to give the road a little more attention. "Three years."

"Ahhh... Mmmm," I moaned, biting my bottom lip. I made it obvious what I was doing. My knuckles pressed against the inside of my skirt. I panted for him, whimpered for a few minutes. More than once, the car swerved. "Cumming... I'm cumming!" I made it showy, writing and bucking my hips as I came. Parker was sweating by the time I sat up. I didn't ask for permission. I didn't say anything. Instead, I reached over, unzipped his pants, and pulled him out. He offered no resistance. Parker was rock hard, precum already beading on the tip. He had a beautiful cock, a solid seven or eight inches. I could see why Madison liked him so much. 

"Evelyn, I can't do this," he protested insincerely. "Madison and I..." His voice trailed off as I made my palm slick and began to stroke. Boys were so easy. They never knew how to handle it when you turn the game around on them. It's like their little worlds falls apart when a girl is the aggressive one. It's so exploitable. After a moment, I ducked my head under his arm and slid off my seat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he muttered as I put him in my mouth. I didn't rush it. Some girls don't like going down. I'm not one of those. It's all about the power. In a few minutes, I made this boy want it enough to risk his three year relationship. I traced his head with my tongue, drawing it out; worshipping his cock. Parker let go of the wheel with one hand and slid it into my hair. "Oh, God," he said between staggered breaths. Right then, with his cock in my mouth, that's exactly what I was: his god. I controlled his fate; when and if he'd cum and when and if I'd destroy him for letting me suck him off. Parker came hard. I swallowed and spent the next several blocks kissing and licking him clean before tucking him away. All the while, reality was dawning on Parker. I owned him now. 

I slid back into my seat, zipped up my hoodie, and pulled the seat back into place. "So, Parker," I said conversationally, "Is Madison any good at that?" He didn't answer. I didn't expect him to. "Don't worry. I won't tell her." His shoulders visibly relaxed, so I let the other shoe drop. "So long as you let me do that again sometime." Turning people on, getting them off; it's all power. I get off on getting people off. It's why I'm writing this. "Tell me you want me to," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Evelyn..."

"Tell me," I insisted. "Say it."

"This is so fucked up," he said, avoiding eye contact with me via the rearview mirror.

"Say it," I repeated.

He swallowed. "I want you to," he confessed, voice cracking adorably. 

"Want me to what?" I asked in my best innocence voice. At the same time, I unzipped him again. He did nothing to stop me as I slipped my hand in and caressed him. He wasn't hard again, not yet anyway. "Tell me what you want?" I whispered into his ear, nibbling his earlobe. I loved these little games, loved making people give in to temptation. The first time had been the heat of the moment. Now, I wanted him to consciously admit that he wanted me to do it. "Be specific."

"I want you to suck my cock," he said. I was willing to bet it was the first time he'd ever said those words in that order. 

"Mmmmmm," I purred. I let people look at, touch, and use me. All the while, they're just doing what I want them to. Just like you are right now. "Does Madison do that for you?" I asked. He nodded. "Is she better than me?" He shook his head, no hesitation. "Hurry up and get hard so I can make you cum again." A few blocks from the dorm, Parker pulled into the secluded corner of a parking lot at my suggestion. He was hard again by then. I opened my hoodie, to let him touch me while I pumped him slowly. His hands were eager things, squeezing and pinching. "You ever do anything like this is public?" I asked.

"No." 

I kissed him and he kissed me back. It was the final nail in Madison's coffin. "Slide your seat back," I told him. When he did, I climbed onto his lap. His cock in my hand, I hovered over him, sliding his head between my lips; teasing, tempting, letting him feel how wet I was. "You want this to?" 

"Yes," he said breathlessly. Three years, up in flames and all I wanted to do was throw more fuel on the fire. 

"That feels sooo good," I moaned for his benefit as sank onto him. Every man wants to think he's the best fuck I've had. I let them. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, using them for leverage as I rocked my hips. I only had enough room to move a couple of inches. It was enough. His hands seized my waist. I let him guide my rhythm. "Mmmmm... Yeah, like that... Oh, Parker... Parker," I gasped until my voice broke. It didn't take much to get me off. Him either. He came a few thrusts later. I milked him with by body, gliding back and forth until his muscles relaxed. "That was incredible," I whispered after kissing him again. Little aftershocks left my thighs quivering. I could see the guilt brewing in his eyes. It didn't matter. I made him want to be unfaithful. I let him cum inside me. He was my plaything now. 

Did I make you cum too? 

Let me know. Maybe I'll tell you more.

Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 01



I thought my life was completely normal, and it was until about 3 months after my wedding when I found out my wife was not only bisexual, but that she had been sleeping with women throughout our entire relationship. Oh and that was women, as in plural, as in multiple. It started as I was flipping through some wedding photos on our computer. We had asked that anyone who had digital wedding photos to email them to us, so that we would be able to create a central record of our 'Big Day.' 

Some of the shots were funny, others were boring, and some, well, let's just say they looked like NASA shots of deep space. I was going through some photos taken by Jane, one of my wife's friends from college and one of her bridesmaids, when I saw a folder I had not seen before. It was labeled 'Bachelorette Party', and had about 20 photos in it. My wife Amanda and I had filled each other in on what had happened at her party as well as at my Bachelor party, so I did not expect anything risqué. Boy was I wrong. 

I was about halfway through the photos, when the girls were partying in the Maid of Honor's apartment, when I saw a blurry photo that stopped me in my tracks. I blinked, squinted, and turned my head sideways to make sure what I was seeing was actually a picture of my darling wife sucking on the nipple of her friend Jane. I guess that at this point of the story I should describe Jane. Jane is definitely not someone who could be described as a wallflower. She is tall, about 5'9", with chocolate skin, big, curly hair and a curvy frame that she had to work continuously to keep from turning to fat. She takes her self-proclaimed role as a Nubian princess seriously, and since I had started dating Amanda she had never dated a guy for more than a month. 

However, my thoughts were not on Jane, whose D-cups were both exposed below her lifted shirt in the picture. They were on my dear Amanda, whose lips were locked on one of those coffee-colored melons. Amanda was a dancer when she was younger, and still kept in shape. It was her legs that first caught my attention, and even now, she loved to wear skirts to work and out to the clubs, knowing that her stems still gathered attention. She was around 5'6", her brown hair cut to shoulder length. Her frame was thin, and her A-cups looked slightly small on her frame. 

I spent a long time studying this photo, and the rest of the photos in the folder, before something dawned on me. The photos were number DSC... in sequence, like all digital cameras do, and I noticed that although the photos leading up to the tit-sucking were in order, there was a gap of about 15 numbers before the next photo, which showed all the girls on their way home in a limo. 

Realizing that those photos may show what happened after the tit-sucking, I decided to dig and find them. Switching over to my wife's computer, I was able to track down the email on which Jane sent us the photos. Scanning through, I saw that the photo sequence was the same, which the gap still in place. On a hunch, I searched her computer for all pictures, and then sorted them by name. Bingo! 

In a hidden folder named 'Too hot for TV,' I found the missing photos, and what a goldmine it was. The photos showed my wife sucking the tits of the other 2 girls at the Bachelorette party, and the other girls sucking each other. Then in the final photo, there was a shot of my wife, smiling at the camera, with her face directly next to an exposed pussy, with two fingers sunk deep into it. Without even seeing the face attached to the pussy, I could easily tell who's snatch it was. The other two girls at the Bachelorette party were my wife's other two closest friends, Anna and Bonnie. 

Anna was Amanda's best friend from High School, a leggy redhead who Amanda had confided to me was a complete and utter freak when it came to sex, and who I had once watched leave a bar with 3 guys. 

Bonnie was Amanda's Maid of Honor, her roommate from college who was a 5'2", mousy Italian brunette who had been dating the same guy since I had met her. She never seemed like the freaky type, but I definitely knew that the pussy in the photo was hers. Why? 

Well when your choices are a pale Irish redhead, a black woman, and a little Italian brunette, you can pretty much go on skin tone. Since this pussy was neither white nor coffee, but somewhere in between, I was sure I had found the owner of the cooch.

After examining the photos closely, I copied them to a USB drive, and put them onto my computer, right in with the 'original' Bachelorette party photos. I examined them again, and decided that I really did want to know what happened that night, beyond the photos. 

Knowing that direct confrontation with my wife was probably not in my best interests, I decided to confront Bonnie, figuring she would be the easiest to 'break'. 

Lucky for me, Amanda and I were going to see Bonnie the next day. It was the birthday of a mutual friend, and we were all going out to the bar. It would be easy enough while there to separate Amanda from Bonnie and me, and get the little brunette to spill her secrets. 

That night, my wife asked me if I was ok at least seven hundred times before we got to the bar. I guess she noticed I was a little distracted and distant. Yes, I was focused on how I was going to pump Bonnie for information, but more so of wondering how well I really knew my wife. 

We had attended different colleges in the same city, and even when we started dating, we had basically led separate lives, only seeing each other some nights and weekends. Until we had graduated and found jobs in the same city, it was basically a part-time relationship. So I realized there was a lot that went on that I didn't know about. 

I was pondering that fact when the taxi pulled up to the bar. After getting in and unbundled from the cold, I did a visual sweep of the bar and found that Bonnie was not there. 

Slightly disappointed I would have to wait, I nursed a beer, watching a college basketball game on the bar's TV. Amanda had run into some college friends, and was catching up for the last few years, showing off the huge rock I had given her. She was right behind me, so I could listen in on the conversation, but my input was not required beyond a basic introduction. 

After a half hour or so of waiting, I finally heard a shriek of "Bonnie!" from one of the harpies conversing with my wife, and turned to see the guest of honor (well to me at least), removing her jacket. 

Like I said, Bonnie was a mousy little Italian brunette, short, dark hair and skin. She was cute, if you liked tiny women. Tonight she was wearing a khaki skirt and dark blouse, obviously not the 'come fuck me' clothes some of the other girls here were wearing, but not exactly clothes for the convent, either. 

I waited for her to greet the circle Amanda had gathered, and yelled across "Bonnie, do you want a drink?" She nodded and yelled back. I could hear her clearly say "rum and coke", but that was not going to help, so I put my hand to my ear in an "I can't hear you" motion, and made her push her way over to me. Once she got there, we were merely inches apart and she repeated her order. I passed this along to the bartender, who quickly mixed it up. Once she got her drink I asked "do you want to move? It's kind of crowded here." Knowing Bonnie wasn't one to rock the boat, she agreed. Amanda, as I had expected, stayed with the circle of people she was talking to. So that left just Bonnie and I in the booth I found toward the back of the bar. 

"Oh, that's better" I said, once we sat down. Bonnie nodded, and sipped her coke. I noticed she looked a little uncomfortable. Perhaps she was remembering how she had my wife's fingers in her pussy?

"So Bonnie, how's things?" With that, we chatted, catching up. I slowly turned the conversation to the wedding, then to the bachelorette party, then the pictures.

"Hey the pictures Jane sent from the bachelorette party, and I think there's some missing. 

Could you send them to us when you get home tonight?"

Bonnie blanched as I said this, but tried to cover. 

"I-I don't have them either." 

"Oh, so you have the same gap." She nodded, staring at her drink now. 

"That's too bad. I wouldn't want Amanda to be missing any of the fun." Bonnie nodded, sipping her drink from the straw.

"After all, it was your pussy her fingers were in, wasn't it?" Bonnie froze, and looked up at me, eyes wide. Her mouth opened to say something, but unfortunately just at that moment, my wife arrived, slipping into the booth beside me and kissing my ear. Bonnie took the opportunity and shot out her side, spitting out something about an old friend before she moved to the other end of the bar, as far away from me as possible. 

Amanda was not a big drinker, and was already tipsy enough that she failed to notice her best friend's escape. She was more focused on telling me what a great guy I was, and how lucky she was, etc. Then she told me how horny she was, and I quickly closed my tab and we left. Having a two-drink maximum girl means a lot of short nights. 

The ride home was uneventful. Amanda slept most of the time, head resting on my shoulder. Even if she was awake, we probably would not have talked much. I was fairly pissed that my plan had fallen apart just as it looked like I would be successful. 

To make matters worse, as soon as Amanda and Bonnie talked next, Bonnie would tell my wife what had happened, and I would be busted for snooping. As we walked up the steps to our place, I finally came to the conclusion that I only had one course of action to find the truth: I had to confront my wife tonight. 

Despite the fact that Amanda had just napped for the last hour, she never was one to go straight to bed when we got home. I knew she would want to change, so I waited for her to go into our room. As she removed the heels she had been wearing all night and changed into something more comfortable, I prepared the computer by opening all the necessary files on the computer. I heard her moving out of the bedroom finally, and called her into the office. She couldn't see the photos as she walked in the room as I had minimized them. 

I waited until she was in the room, impatiently looking at me, before I spoke. I knew I had to surprise her and get her to admit something, and then

run with it. 

"Honey, I wanted to ask you about something." 

"Sure. What?" She sounded half concerned, half pissed. 

"It's about this." I maximized the photo of her sucking Jane's breast, the original one. Amanda immediately blushed, and sat down on the single bed that was in the office. 

"Where did you get that?" She asked, her voice shaky. 

"It was in with the bachelorette photos. How come you never told me about this part of the night?" 

"I - I don't remember it. The girls must have dared me or something." She was trying to dismiss me, but it was not going to work. 

"So they must have each dared you, huh?" I flipped to the other tit-sucking photos. 

"And each other." 

Amanda was quiet now, staring me down. I could not tell if she was angry or scared. 

"And it must have been a big dare from Bonnie to get you to do this?" I flipped to the

final photo, where my darling wife was ring deep in a pussy. My wife's eyes widened now, clearly shocked. Her mouth opened, but no words came. 

"Must have been quite the dare. So what else went on?" I did not sound angry, I sounded curious, which is what I wanted. 

"N-nothing. I don't remember." Amanda was unable look me in the eye now, and I knew she was lying. 

"No honey, you do remember, and you are going to tell me." I took a sterner tone, determined to get the information out of her. 

"Why do you want to know?" Her voice was squeaky now, nervous above all. 

"Because I want to know what kind of woman I married." I didn't sound angry when I said it, but Amanda still recoiled like I had pointed a gun at her. 

"I-I don't know." 

"Yes you do. I want to know what happened that night, and you're going to tell me." I expected some moxie at this point, expected her to question the consequences. Instead, I got the answer, which I did not expect. 

"We-we just had some girl fun. Sucked each other's boobs."

"What about you and Bonnie?" 

"We-we ate each other a little." 

"A little? Your face is covered in juices in that photo." It wasn't, but I was willing to bluff a little. 

"Ok, more than a little." She still faced the floor, ashamed. 

"Did you eat out the other girls?" 

She hesitated before answering. "No. No. Just Bonnie that night." 

I opened my mouth to verify that answer, and realized she had phrased it that way specifically. Like she'd... "That night. What about other nights? Did you eat them out then?" 

Amanda winced now, hugging herself with her arms, rocking a little on the couch, but not answering.

"Amanda, have you eaten out other women?" She shuddered a little now, my words cutting her. 

"Amanda, look at me. Look at me. Have you eaten out other women?" She finally looked up, and I saw her eyes were bloodshot, cheeks red, and that tears were starting to form. She looked at me for a few seconds, and finally blubbered: 

"Yes. I have. I've done them all, ok. I'm a box muncher." With that admission, the tears flowed freely.

I was a little ashamed now of making my wife cry, but now I was more pissed than curious. My wife had sex with other women? It wasn't just a one night thing? 

"Amanda, who else. What other girls have you done things with?" 

"All of them. All the girls. Never together, but all of them." 

"All of your bridesmaids?" She nodded, staring at the floor again, tears streaming down her face. I sat back for a second to let it all sink in, and a thought shot from the back of my brain, like an urgent message. Nicole! Her sister! Amanda's younger sister was a bridesmaid! 

"Even Nicole?" 

I asked it quietly, hoping to give Amanda a little redemption. Instead, she let out another big cry, and looked up, nodding. 

Her younger sister! My mind was overloaded by the fact my wife had deceived me so badly. I was still dealing with this when Amanda spoke. 

"I'm sorry." It squeaked out in between sobs. 

"For what?" I asked, exasperated. 

"For not telling you, what I am, what I've done." 

"Not for doing it. You're not sorry for cheating on me." There was a long silence as my anger had finally boiled over. I stared at my wife, eyes not leaving her crying face, which looked nowhere but the floor three feet in front of her. Finally her crying subsided a little, and she spoke. 

"I'm sorry for that too. But its part of who I am. I've been with them since before I met you." 

"With them? What do you mean by that? What

are you, some big lesbian orgy group?" 

"No!" Of anything I said, that was what she took offense to. My use of the words 'lesbian orgy'. 

"We only pair up now or then. The bachelorette party was the first time I'd been with any of them since college." 

"What about your sister." 

My voice was cold, emotionless, even though my brain was racked by Amanda's words. 

"That was only once. The night... the night before the wedding. The girls wanted to give me one last night. I don't think Nicole knew what was going to happen, until it happened. But she... she joined in." 

"I don't want to hear this." But I did. 

I needed to know it all, so I could get past it. 

"I'm sorry" she whispered again. She'd stopped crying, but she still could not look at me. I did not blame her. My look probably would have killed her. 

At this point, I'd had enough for the night. I had found out that not only was my wife into women, she'd cheated on me with them, including her sister, only hours before she walked down the aisle. I stood up suddenly, looming over my emotionally destroyed wife. 

"I'm going to bed" I said, still no emotion in my voice. "You can stay here." This elicited a new round of sobbing, and as I left the room, I saw Amanda turn over onto the bed, curling up in a fetal position, crying.

I will not lie and say I did not sleep that night. The night was so emotionally draining that after an hour of trying to process what I had learned, I finally passed out. I guess the night's event carried over to my dreams as well. 

I dreamed that the evening started the same at the bar, but instead of confronting Bonnie, I confronted Anna. As I mentioned earlier, Anna was 90% leg, long legs that she kept as tanned as her pale, Irish complexion would allow. She had the vocabulary of a sailor, and the sex drive of a porn star. The first time I met her, she asked if I made Amanda cum yet, a comment that looking back was probably her comparing our sexual skills. I also knew Anna had enough notches to fill all four bedposts. 

Back to the dream, I dreamed that when I confronted Anna, who was for some reason dressed in her bridesmaid dress, flowers and all, she admitted everything and offered to make it up to me. My dream ended with a vision of Amanda and Anna intertwined, legs wrapped around each other, each giving the other oral pleasure. 

I awoke with a start, fully aware that it was a dream, and I was still alone in bed. Light had just started to peek through the window, the haze of dawn, and I knew it was still several hours until I would normally get up. I lay there, wrestling with what had happened, what my wife had admitted, and the future. 

Strangely, I realized that I was madder at her for deceiving me, for running around my back, than her actual actions. The more I thought of it, in fact, the more the thought of my wife having sex with women turned me on, rather than off. 

Finally, after a couple hours of thinking it over, I decided how to handle the situation. Getting up, I threw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt of the boxers I had slept in, and walked back to the office. Amanda was still lying there, facing me now, and shivering slightly in her tank top and shorts. The bed was not made up for sleeping normally, and she obviously had not gotten up to get a blanket during the night. Her only warmth was provided by our dog, who had curled up at her feet. 

When I appeared at the doorway, the dog stretched and got up, expecting breakfast. I let it walk by me, and sat in the desk chair again, resuming our positions from the night before. 

"We need to talk" I said, locking eyes with my wife. 

"I'm upset about what you did, but I can forgive you. Give me some time." Amanda nodded, eyes tearing up again. 

"But I think we need to even things out." I let those words hang in the air. 

"What do you mean?" She croaked, voice hoarse from her crying. 

"I want what you had." I said, not smiling, but not angry. 

"What do you mean? What I had?" Amanda lifted her head now, a quizzical look on her face.

"I want to see you with them. Each of them. And I want them too." 

"My friends?" She asked, still puzzled. 

"Yes." 

"You want to.. sleep with each of them?" 

"And you too. Just once each." 

"I-I'm not sure that's such a good idea." She looked a little scared again. 

"I do. I think it's a way to give me closure." 

"But.." she started. 

"Think about it." I interjected. " Give it twenty-four hours. But I think that's the best way to repair what's happened." 

My piece said, I got up again, and left the room. Even though it was Sunday, I decided to go into the office for a couple hours to give Amanda time to clear her head and think about my proposal. I figured that if I gave her time, she would agree to it, as I could do a lot worse based on her actions. I quickly changed into clothes appropriate for working on a Sunday, and slipped out of the house without running into my wife again. 

A couple hours turned into a couple more, and my stomach was growling for dinner by the time I finally left the office. Breakfast had been skipped and lunch had come from a vending machine, so I was one hungry beast when I left the office. That and almost a full day of work had reset my mind, and it was not until I slammed my car door in our driveway that I remembered why I had gone into work in the first place. Nervous about what to expect when I walked in the door, I took a deep breath, scanning the windows as if I might be able to see the future through them, and headed inside with a sense of worry. 




Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 01



As soon as the door opened, the smell of good food hit me, and my stomach took over my thought process in a way that only one other organ was usually allowed to. I heard the sound of the vacuum, and turned the corner into the living room to find Amanda, dressed in a cocktail dress and heels, vacuuming the carpet, oblivious to my entry. I stood there in the doorway, work bag in hand, watching her, admiring the beautiful creature that had agreed to commit to me once years ago, a second time when we co-habitated, and a third time months ago. I knew what I had found out and acted on was going to cause tension between us, but I also knew that being with her was paramount to me. Amanda finally shut off the vacuum, lowering the sound barrier between us. 

"Hi", I said from the doorway, catching her off-guard, which caused her to whirl around from her crouch. 

"Hi" she said feebly, as she wound up the vacuum's cord. "You were gone a long time." 

"Yeah, I lost track of time. I'm sorry." 

"That's okay. Dinner isn't ready yet, anyways." 

As she finished and stood up, smoothing her knee-length dress, I asked: "Should I change?" 

"No-no. You're fine. I just... I don't know.. thought I should..." She looked flustered and nervous. I dropped my bag and stepped over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders, rubbing her bare arms. 

"You look beautiful." I kissed her forehead, and looked down at her, and I saw her relax. 

"Let me go wash up, and I'll be down for dinner." 

"Ok." 

She sounded timid, like she wasn't quite sure of herself. I wondered what that meant, but knew it was better to discuss it after my stomach received a shot of whatever had permeated that wonderful smell through our house. I grabbed my bag, threw it in the office, and went upstairs. I was not dressed like a total schlub, even on weekends, my company wanted us in polo shirts, but my shorts and sandals were definitely a few dress codes below my wife's outfit. But, since it was my house and it was just us, I didn't feel a need to dress up, so I used the bathroom, washed my hands, and headed back down to the kitchen. 

Walking in, I found signs of a meal being prepared, but no settings on the table. Confused, I looked into the dining room and that the meal was set in there. I stepped into the room, and my face must have betrayed my confusion, because Amanda, who was seated already, said "I thought it was time to try it out," which made me chuckle. 

Our dining room was completely under-utilized. Since we had moved into the house, we had eaten zeo meals in there. It had served as the buffet table for a couple of parties we hosted, but its main function had served as a holding area for all of our wedding presents. Amanda must have spent the day finally unpacking the remainder of the gifts, or moving them to yet another storage location in preparation for the day's meal. 

We ate in silence interrupted in a couple of my comments on the quality of the meal. Finally, after eating my fill and feeling the warm feeling of full radiate from my now-satiated stomach, I leaned back in my chair and decided to turn the conversation serious again. 

"So, what did you do today?" Amanda was starting to gather up her silverware to transfer it back to the kitchen for cleaning, and froze at my question. She clanked the fork in her hand onto the plate, and looked up at me. 

"I-I talked to Bonnie today." 

"What did she have to say?" 

"She told me what happened at the bar last night." She didn't sound accusing at all, which surprised me. 

"And..." 

"And I told her what you said this morning. About us being even."

"And..." 

"And she's nervous about her boyfriend." Bonnie's boyfriend was definitely the dominant personality in their relationship, and not my favorite person. 

"He doesn't need to know anything." 

"But she's nervous..." I wasn't sure if Amanda was just relaying Bonnie's concerns, or trying to back out. It appeared I was going to have to take control of the situation. 

"Tell Bonnie that she's going to spend next weekend with us. Make an excuse to her boyfriend about a girl's weekend or something. Tell her the longer this drags on, the more likely it is he finds out." 

Her eyes widened at this, and she nodded and murmured "Okay" before standing up to move into the kitchen. Before she could slip out though, I spoke up again. 

"What about the others?" 

"The... others?"

"The rest of your bridesmaids. The other one's who owe me." 

"I... didn't... it's embarrassing... " 

I knew that what she meant was that Anna and Jane would probably be okay from a sexual perspective, they would never let a man have that kind of power over them. 

"You're right, we'll deal with them one at a time. It will be easier that way." I started gathering up my dishes as well. "So, honey, what's with the dress? Hot date later?" 

Amanda's face fell at that, and she looked hurt. "I wanted to look nice for you." 

I realized she was walking on eggshells with me, and would be every day, unless I put a stop to it. She started to walk past me into the kitchen, and as she passed me, I put an arm out, stopping her progress. She nearly dropped the dishes, so I took them out of her hands with my free one, setting them back on the table. Standing up, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as I had so many times before. I leaned down, kissing her neck, working my way up and over to her lips. She melted into me, letting her tension and worries that had gathered on her over the last twenty-four hours melt away. 

We bumped against the table, and I realized that just as we had never eaten a meal in the room until today, there was something else we had never done in the room. As our lips and tongues intertwined, my hand slipped around behind her back, searching for the zipper that I knew was there. I found it, and I started to lower it, she whispered "Here?" 

I nodded, and the zipper reached the end of the line. My lips left hers, heading back down her neck, trailing my fingers which were pushing her dress off her shoulder. After it fell off one shoulder, I kissed across her collarbone and repeated the motion. 

My wife is a beautiful woman, but curvy would not have been an adjective to describe her, so after the dress fell off that second shoulder, there were no curves on either front or back to hold it up, and it fell in a puddle at her feet. She stepped out, exposing the rest of her outfit. 

It appeared that although she thought I was mad at her, she was dressing up for private as well as for public. Her small breasts were encased in a strapless red-and-black bra that pushed what little tit-flesh she had and put it on display. The matching thong panties shared her bottom half with a lovely set of thigh-highs. Amanda loved thigh-highs and stockings, but since her bare legs were so fetching, they were rarely necessary. 

My lips stayed north, kissing her neck, shoulders, collarbone, and finally, her half-exposed breasts. My hands; however, took a more southerly route, caressing the back, stomach, legs, and other areas that I had come to know so well. 

Finally, my left hand came north again and found the clasp of her bra. Releasing it, my lips immediately invaded the newly-exposed skin, kissing circle until they found a rock-hard pebble of her nipple, which I sucked up into my mouth. My hand was performing the same on the other nipple, pinching and pulling the exposed nubbin lightly. I was crouched in an awkward position as I did so, and realizing my chair was still right there, I pulled Amanda from the small of her back, my lips and fingers never releasing her as I sat back into the chair, pulling her on top of me side-saddle. She could feel my hard cock there on my lap, and tried to reach under my shirt and into my shorts to get it, but our position prevented it. Finally deciding that was more important than the attention she was getting, she slipped off my lap and knelt on the floor in front of me. 

She looked so gorgeous crouched there, legs sticking out to her side, high heels, stocking, panties, and nothing else on her smooth, creamy skin. Her delicate, manicured hands lifted my shirt and undid my shorts. She didn't bother to slip them off, just reached inside my boxers, exposing my cock, which was more than happy to come out and join the party. Her hands roamed up and down it a couple times, and then she leaned in, licking and sucking. 

I was not a huge fan of blowjobs and it was not a regular practice in our relationship, but I think it was her way of acquiescing to our situation. My hands roamed through her hair as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. Her hands stayed in my lap, holding back my shorts. I could feel her try to lick under to my ball sack a couple times, but the angle prevented out. Deciding I would like to feel her tongue on my balls, I stood up over her, my shorts falling to my knees. 

Smiling up at me, she rose to her knees, and pulled my boxers and shorts down to my ankles. My full package fully exposed to Amanda now, she wasted no time diving right in. Her hand stroked my spit-covered cock as her lips sucked my balls. Feeling my balls were now properly cleaned, she moved back to my member, taking as much as she could inside, her hand holding the rest. I let her continue for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of control that comes with a woman kneeling at your feet, pleasuring you, before deciding it was time for the main course. 

Stepping back from Amanda, I held out my hand, pulling her to her feet. I turned her towards the table, and positioned her so she faced towards it. Pushing between her shoulder blades, she bent over, turning the focus to her tight ass, which was bisected by the thin patch of cloth she called panties, and her dancer's legs that stretched all the way to her heels. I moved behind her, letting her feel my body against hers, my cock trapped between my body and her ass. My fingers slipped inside the sides of her panties, and I slipped them slowly down her legs, feeling the strong yet soft flesh under them. When they hit the ground, I let her slip out of them. I was crouched behind her, and kissed her ass cheek lightly. My hands slipped back up her legs, on the insides now, and by the time they reached the top, I had properly spread her legs for what would come next. 

My wife's ass was beautiful at all times, but it was at its most beautiful now, when she was bent over and spread for the taking. I stepped up behind her, my feet between hers, her high heels and the table putting her at the perfect height for me. My fingers cupped her sex, feeling the warmth and wetness there. I slid my index finger up and down her slit, opening her slightly, before my stick followed, pushing into the same slit, making it a hole. I felt her groan as I opened her up, slowly, until my balls slapped against her pussy, indicating I had reached maximum depth. 

I started to thrust slowly, in rhythm, the way two lovers that had done this a hundred times before. Her oral administrations had warmed me up, and her as well, and it was not long before I felt her start to moan in her pre-orgasm way. I pushed a little harder, and a little deeper, hoping to push her over the edge. It worked, and I felt her shudder under me as her orgasm hit. 

Amanda clutched at the tablecloth as she did, and her body twisted a little on the table. I loved to see my wife cum, and the vibrations that coursed through her pussy did the same to me, and I unloaded my balls inside her still-pulsing pussy. It took ten or twelve strokes for me to cum completely, and when I was done, I stopped thrusting, taking a deep breath. 

Amanda was spent too, lying there on the table, cum and juices starting to ooze from her freshly-fucked cunt. I pulled out, my shrunk cock slipping out easily. Amanda rolled onto her side and stood up, reaching down and swiping her finger along her southerly lips. A dollop of cum came with, and she stuck it into her mouth, sucking our combined essence into her mouth. She had a demure look on her face while doing it, and as she went back for a second helping she said: 

"I usually don't do that, and never in front of you, but I couldn't let it fall on the tablecloth and ruin it." 

I chuckled and stood up, trying to pull her with me, but instead she resisted. She continued to expel cum from herself, and bring it to her northerly lips. Finally, she stuck a finger into herself, and I could see her swirling it around, making sure she missed nothing. 

Finally satisfied, she stood up and looked around. It appeared our actions had not managed to destroy the table or anything on it, and we stood up, basking in the warm post-coital afterglow as we gathered our discarded clothing. I only had to pull up boxers, so I was finished quickly and had time to watch her as she slipped her panties back up her legs and smoothed her stockings. Next was the bra, which took some fidgeting to correctly align her chest ornaments. Finally she picked up her dress where it had been discarded. She didn't slip it back on, instead she silently brushed it off and left the room, to hang it up I assume. 

Watching her perfect ass leave, I wondered what I was getting in for with trying to turn the tables on her harem of friends, and where it would lead us. But that was for another day, right now I was just enjoying Amanda, her body, and our christening of our dining room, which had now served two meals for her, and one for me.



Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 02



The week flew by as I plotted the weekend, when Bonnie would be joining us. The story that Bonnie was told to give her boyfriend was that Amanda and Bonnie would be going away for a girl's weekend. In fact, we wouldn't be leaving our house.

I told you Bonnie's boyfriend wasn't my favorite person. There was not one thing in particular I disliked, it was just his general nature. He was kind of a snob, kind of a dick, kind of controlling. Altogether, unlikeable. The fact that they had been together longer than Amanda and I, yet there was no hope of a ring on the horizon, did not help matters. The fact I was doing to him the same thing that the girls had done to me did not weigh on my conscience in the slightest. In fact, it was a fringe benefit of the situation.

I told Amanda to prepare a large, formal dinner for Friday night, and then we would get Bonnie settled and see where the weekend took us. In reality, I knew where it was going to go.

Bonnie was told to come straight from work on Friday, and arrived while Amanda was still putting the finishing touches on dinner.

I have described Bonnie as 'mousy', and that wasn't completely fair. She was small, maybe 5'2"or 3". Her hair was dark brown, and currently trimmed shoulder-length, although she had it up in a bun when she arrived at our house.

Her figure was proportional, tiny and compact like her build. I had seen her in a bathing suit a couple times and was surprised by how much curviness she did show, despite her height and build.

It was her personality that kept her a level below the other girls. Anna and Jane both had outsize personalities that drew guys to them. Bonnie was much more quiet and shy. That was why I always thought of her as 'mousy'.

I removed Bonnie's jacket at the door, and took her bag. She looked positively fearful, greeting Amanda with the normal pleasantries but positively wooden with me. She was wearing a conservatively-cut navy blue dress. It was cinched around her waist with a silver belt that accentuated her trim figure. She had on stockings and heels that matched dress. Altogether, very put-together and formal, like I had asked.

I sent Amanda back into the kitchen and led Bonnie into our living room where the bottle of wine was already open. I poured her a glass, and saw her take a sip, and then a gulp, obviously trying to increase her courage.

"So Bonnie, how is work going?"

"Oh-okay. I got a new boss recently."

I kept up the small talk, using the opportunity to break down some of Bonnie's defenses which were currently standing several feet higher than her. I could see it was working, and her posture finally opened up a little.

We were still chatting when Amanda came in. She let us know dinner was ready and refilled her own wine glass. I grabbed the bottle, plus a second, and led my 'dates' into the dining room.

Amanda was an excellent cook, and the meal was an excellent concoction. As the meal went on, the girls chatted, and everything seemed 'normal'. I was the obvious 'third wheel' in the conversation, but there was nothing abnormal about it.

As the conversation finally winded down, the girls were both on their third glass of wine. I had no other plans for the evening, other than sticking my dick both of these beauties. So I was pleasantly surprised when Bonnie made a comment that I could use:

"Mandy, I love that dress. Where did you get it?" 

Amanda was dressed in red tonight. The dress was a little more daring than Bonnies, tight and stretchy on top, but cut relatively low. It was high in the front but low in the back, and it was obvious my wife didn't have a bra on. The sleeves went all the way to the wrist, but were large and loose.

"Oh, Macy's I think. I like it, but it was terrible to cook in. I ended up having to roll the sleeves all the way up so I didn't dunk them in the food or catch fire."

We all laughed at that, and I cut in before either girl could respond.

"Stand up honey, model it for us!"

Amanda stood up and did a twirl, sleeving flying out. The dress was tight enough the skirt didn't do the same.

"Those legs" I said, complimenting my wife on them for the umpteenth time.

Amanda stuck one out, modeling them as well. Her legs were bare, and her heels were dangerously high, as usual, giving her calves even more definition. I cupped her foot and pulled her towards me. She fell into my lap, giggling. We kissed, and I looked over at Bonnie.

"Why don't you model as well?"

Bonnie shook her head 'no', but a little encouragement from Amanda and she stood up as well. I motioned my hand to 'spin', and Bonnie reluctantly did, slowly.

"Faster" I said, so she took a second twirl. This one took her skirt up high enough I knew they were pantyhose, and not thigh-highs.

Amanda clapped and whistled, and Bonnie blushed, quickly sitting back down.

"No", I said. "Something isn't right."

Both girls looked at me, confused.

"Bonnie, stand up again."

She did, but looked down now, shy.

"I know what it is. Those stockings."

"My legs?"

"Yeah, we are inside, you don't need them."

Bonnie kind of nodded.

"Take them off."

"H-here?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Bonnie couldn't muster a counter-argument to that, so she bent over and reached under her dress. She fussed under there for a minute, and then finally her hands came back out, dragging the pantyhose with them. It took her a couple iterations to get them completely down her legs. When they were, she stepped out of her heels, removed the rest of the fabric and they were off.

She was close enough to me that I reached out and took them from her. I made a 'let's go' motion, and she stepped back up into her heels. I motioned 'spin', and she did.

"That's much better, don't you think, Amanda."

This whole time, Amanda still sat on my lap, silently watching what was happening. I think she knew the reckoning was at hand, but didn't react or say anything to Bonnie.

"Yeah, much better" she finally said in response, fidgeting in my lap now.

"Go stand with her honey, let me see you both."

I tapped Amanda's back, and she slid off and joined Bonnie.

"Turn around, let me see your backs."

The girls did, spinning in place.

"Now, hold hands and face each other."

Again, they obeyed, although they both now looked a little uncomfortable.

I stood up, and handed each their glass, offering a refill. They both took it, and took a big swig of wine, but neither moved from where they stood.

I set down the wine bottle and stood perpendicular to the two of them. 

"Bonnie, how do you think Amanda looks?"

The tension in the room had not dissipated with more wine, and with my words it was so thick you could cut it.

Bonnie opened her mouth and squeaked out "Good."

"Just good. That's not much."

"Hot?"

"Hot. Yeah, she does look hot." I turned from Bonnie to Amanda, and slipped my hand up under her skirt, cupping her ass.

"Amanda, how do you think Bonnie looks tonight?"

My wife was frozen on the spot. She opened her lips, and finally got out "Hot?" in the same little voice she had used when I confronted her the previous weekend.

"C'mon, be more original. I think Bonnie looks beautiful. Sexy too, now that we got rid of those tights. Don't you think so?"

Amanda nodded, rather than speak. My hand continued to cup and squeeze her cheek, possessing her in a way that made her uncomfortable.

Bonnie wasn't enjoying this either. Her right arm had come up to cross her body, her right hand on her left elbow.

"I mean, I would fuck her. Wouldn't you?"

I heard both girls' breath catch now. Both were frozen, Amanda staring past Bonnie at the wall, Bonnie staring at the floor.

"Wouldn't you?" As I said it, I pinched Amanda's ass, and she yelped out a "Yes".

"Good. Let's go fuck her then."

Without giving either a moment to think, I took each girl's hand, and led them upstairs to our bedroom. Their hands were loose in mine, an outwards sign that they were not in lockstep with my plan. 

We reached our bedroom, and I stopped. I stepped to the side, and swept my hand towards the bed.

"So, show me what happened that night."

Neither girl moved, so I repeated myself.

"Tonight is about me seeing what you two did behind my back. I am sure neither of your is especially eager to show me what you did, but you both agreed to it, and so here we are."

I paused, and saw the girls share a look.

"I am going to get the bottle of wine."

Before I stepped out of the room, I stared hard at Amanda, silently telling her that if they were both still there when I got back, there would be consequences.

When I got downstairs, I found that between the three glasses and the bottle, there was less than a full glass, so I dumped that into my glass and grabbed a fresh bottle. Opening took more time than I had allotted, and as I walked back upstairs, I listened for signs of... anything.

It wasn't until I was at our doorway that I heard the 'smack' of lips kissing. I stepped through our doorway to find Amanda, my beautiful wife, locked in the embrace of Bonnie, her best friend.

The two women appeared to have only started a minute or two earlier. They were each sitting on the edge of the bed, half-turned towards each other, so close their knees were touching.

Rather than interrupt them, I silently set the bottle and two glasses on my wife's vanity. The full glass I kept for myself as I pulled out her vanity chair and sat in it, facing the bed.

The lovely couple seemed oblivious as they softly kissed each other. Amanda's hands were on Bonnie's face, stroking her cheek, jaw, and neck as their lips locked and tongues met.

It was easy to see they had done this before. I wasn't surprised by that, knowing what I know now. It was disconcerting to see Amanda this way, but I was more intrigued than angry.

It was several more minutes of making out before Amanda escalated. She didn't break her kiss with Bonnie, just simply lifted her ass off the bed so that she could pull her dress up and over her head. 

It fell in a heap on the floor at their feet as Amanda attempted to repeat the move with Bonnie. First she reached around the smaller brunette and unhooked the silver belt. Next her hands searched Bonnie's dress, clearly looking for a zipper. Not finding one, she pulled back and took a harder look at the blue fabric that was currently her foil.

When their kiss broke, Bonnie was frozen there, lips pursed, eyes closed. She stayed that way for the second it took Amanda to realize that the dress was meant to be pulled down, rather than unzipped. 

Bonnie smiled as Amanda dove back in, kissing her neck and shoulder. My wife's fingers traced down her friend's shoulder, pushing the dress in front of her. When it was off Bonnie's shoulder, Amanda tugged at it, pulling it down.

As the dress fell to her waist, Bonnie's eyes opened with surprise. Her eyes met mine, clearly remembering for the first time that I was there. She froze, passively letting Amanda stand her up and pull the dress all the way off.

Amanda noticed Bonnie's focus on me at this point, and turned to look at me as well, smiling. She was clearly horny, feeling the wine, and had given in to my edict of watching her show off her lesbian lovers.

Despite the slight goofiness to her tipsy grin, my wife looked gorgeous standing there in nothing but a thong, flaming red to match the color of the dress she had discarded. In her heels, she towered over Bonnie, their natural difference in height doubled. 

While my wife had come around and was clearly ready to go, Bonnie was still not. Bonnie's underwear was much more conservative. Despite that fact that her breasts were no bigger than Amanda's, she wore a full-cup black bra and panties. They were trimmed in lace, but compared to my wife's lingerie, it was very blase.

I had seen Bonnie in a bathing suit before, but I was struck by the fact she did not have an extra ounce of fat on her body. Her stomach was tight and her ass was lean. If anything, I wondered if a couple extra pounds might lead to more flesh in the right places.

Amanda was clearly becoming annoyed with Bonnie's frigidness, so she pushed her back onto the bed. Bonnie's shoes fell off as she did, leaving her in just her underwear. Amanda straddled the smaller girl, kissing her mouth before heading south once again.

When she reached the top of Bonnie's bra, I could see the smaller girl contort so that my wife could reach under and unhook it. With a flick it flew across the room and joined the dresses and shoes on the floor.

I could hear the smack of my wife sucking something, but the angle wasn't right, so I moved around the room to a better angle. 

Amanda had zeroed in on Bonnie's nipples, and was giving the one farther from me a thorough bath. That left the nipple closer to me exposed, and I could see that despite the tiny Italian's small breasts, her areolas were quite large and puffy. I was jealous of my wife for the snack she was getting, though I knew I would get whatever I wanted later.

Amanda finished snacking on the far nipple and headed south again. I saw Bonnie's panties slip off and fly across the room, but even with Amanda's hair pulled back, which it was, I could not see too much of what was going on. I moved back and forth around the room, but couldn't find an angle. 

What I could see was Bonnie in ecstasy, writing under my wife's oral attentions. Her hands grabbed her own tits and nipples, twisting and squeezing as she squirmed from the bolts of pleasure my wife was giving her.

Finally giving in to the need for a better angle, I set down my wineglass and sat down on the bed in the farthest corner from the sapphic lovers.

Bonnie was too far gone to notice, but Amanda must have noticed because she grabbed Bonnie's haunches and turned her towards me so that I could watch her 'box munch', as she had called it.

My wife knew what she was doing, that was for sure. She was achieving such intense reactions out of her best friend that I felt like I should take notes. It wasn't long before the tiny brunette let loose a shriek, her back arching against Amanda's face as she achieved a major orgasm.

Her spasm lasted for ten or fifteen seconds before her strength left her and she collapsed back. Amanda took the opportunity to pull away. She rolled back on her knees and looked over at me, covered in her best friend's pussy juices.

"That's what I did at my Bachelorette party" she said, clearly proud of herself.

I gave her a little clap, waiting to see what she would do next.

She wiped her face, batting her hair away again. She stood up, ever graceful, and stepped past her dress to her vanity, where she grabbed a hair-tie and pulled her hair back in a ponytail. 

She stood there, face shiny, tits at attention, nothing covering her body but panties and heels. She looked fantastic, and even without the show she had given me, I would have wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her.

Standing there now, hands on hips, she looked back and forth at Bonnie and I.

"Okay, now I want mine. Whose face do I sit on?" She gave a giggle after she said it, but her aim was clear.

I stood up and stepped to her. I leaned down and kissed her once. 

"Get me naked and I will give you something even better."

I leaned back in and kissed my wife again. I could feel her smile through the kiss. She definitely was on-board with our activities now, more than a willing participant. Her hands quickly worked enough of my shirt-buttons that she could pull it up and off. Next went my belt, and then her hand shot inside my pants, feeling my hard cock. 

She pulled it out, jerking it a little. I felt her body shift, and then the feel of a cold, leathery heel against my cock. Surprised, I broke our kiss and looked down, watching one long, sinewy leg tipped by a red heel push down my boxers and pants to my calves.

Rejoining the kiss, I slipped off my shoes, and stepped out of my pants, leaving me naked. As soon as that happened, Amanda grabbed my cock and turned me towards Bonnie, exposing me to her.

Her body behind mine, her tits pressed into my back, her hand snaked around me, she slowly jerked my fully erect cock, displaying it to her best friend.

"Finally you get to see the cock that I have been telling you about for years". Amanda could barely say it without giggling, but kept at it, accentuating my length to her prone friend.

Bonnie had obviously come to and was lying on her back, propped up on her elbows as she watched me disrobe. Her eyes were locked on my member, her face a mixture of disbelief, fear, and was that a little hunger there?

Amanda stepped around me and ground her thong-covered ass against my cock, pressing it up against my body. She shimmied her body a little, grinding her taut ass against my hardness.

"So, baby, what are you going to to for me?" Her voice was pure sex.

Despite the fact that I was nearly ready to blow my load now, I pulled my dick away, and responded:

"First, we need to get rid of these." My hands grabbed her hips, and slowly slid the red thong, the last of her clothing, down her body. As she stepped out of them, I thought about removing the heels, but decided to keep them. They were too sexy.

"Next, I am going to feel you all over." My hands started to roam her body, rubbing every nook and cranny. I knew Amanda loved that, loved me feeling her skin, which was why I did it.

"And your friend is going to spin around and lie on her back with her head at this end of the bed."

Despite the fact that she had just cum in front of me, because my wife ate her out, Bonnie still seemed nervous, but Amanda reached out a hand and guided the nubile young woman into position. 

"Then you will climb on top of her, and let her eat you out."

I guided Amanda into position, cupping her ass as she climbed on the bed and straddled Bonnie's head. Bonnie sat there, Amanda's pussy inches away, but doing nothing until Amanda herself lowered her body, forcing Bonnie to eat or suffocate.

As much as I wanted to step back and watch Bonnie work, I resisted the urge. My hands continued to roam Amanda's kneeling body, but spending more time on her tits now.

Finally I felt her relax as Bonnie's mouth did its work, so I silently moved on to the next step. I pushed my wife lightly on the back, forcing her over onto all fours, assuming a prone position that left her ass exposed to me.

I slapped my wife's ass lightly. She gasped, enjoying the contact, but Bonnie jumped, breaking contact with Amanda's pussy. That was my opening, and I lined up my dick and entered my wife from behind.

Her pussy was well lubricated, and I slid right in. I stroked a couple times, my dick coating itself with my wife's juices, before freezing in the 'out' position.

I looked down past my cock at Bonnie, trapped there under my wife, inches from the point where I was entering her.

"I want you sucking her clit while I fuck her. Unless I freeze inside her. Then I want you sucking my balls. Got it?"

Bonnie nodded, no other option available to her. I didn't move, watching her, until finally she realized I was waiting for her to start and she clamped onto my wife's love button.

Amanda moaned out her pleasure, enjoying her friend's attention. I then started to fuck her with hard, deep thrusts.

I could feel my balls smacking Bonnie in the face, but didn't acknowledge it. When I felt my balls start to boil, I froze inside my wife's pussy. I could feel Bonnie realize what had happened, and adjust herself so she could suck my balls.

Yes, I knew that the first contact between the two of us was her chomping my balls. I wanted it that way. This menage-a-trois wasn't for her enjoyment, despite the fact she had achieved the first orgas.

I started thrusting again, my crotch hitting Bonnie in the face until she could move back to Amanda's clit. With everything we had done, it wasn't long before my wife started to shudder.




Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 02



Recognizing her impending orgasm, I sped up. Amanda came hard, her pussy shuddering around my cock. 

As she came down off the orgasm, I left my cock nestled in her pussy, my ball-washer doing her job. When Amanda was finally recovered, I spoke:

"So, should I let her suck it out of your pussy, or get a direct dose?"

Amanda turned to look at me, clearly not realizing what I meant. I pointed at my cock, and she smiled:

"Direct."

I smiled back, and pulled out of her pussy with a 'pop'.

Amanda shifted forward, but didn't roll, pinning her friend to the bed. I looked down at Bonnie, who was looking back at me, upside-down, or more accurately, looking at my cock. 

I smiled down at her and said:

"My lovely wife says I can blow my load in your mouth. What do you think about that?"

Bonnie's eyes widened, and it was clear she wasn't okay with the idea, but when she opened her mouth to say something, I stuck my cock in instead.

To her credit, Bonnie didn't struggle or try to spit me out, instead she started sucking the best she could in this position. Lucky for her, fucking my wife had left me close to boiling, and it only took a minute or two of fucking Bonnie's face and caressing my wife's perfect ass before I went off.

Not caring about Bonnie's reaction, I followed my natural instinct and drove my cock deep as I came. I could hear Bonnie making coughing and choking noises, but was too far gone to care. It was only after I finished spilling my seed that I pulled back and saw what I had done.

As I pulled out, Bonnie coughed out what had to be the majority of my cum. Amanda was watching now, and her hand snaked out and cupped the semen, and pushed it back into Bonnie's mouth.

"Spitters are quitters" Amanda said in a singsong voice as she fed my load back in to her best friend's mouth. Bonnie demurely allowed it, sucking on Amanda's finger and swallowing my load.

The transfer gave us all a respite, and I planned my next move. Sitting onto the bed, I grabbed my wife and pulled her close to me.

"Baby, I think Bonnie needs a break. Why don't you see if you can suck-start me for another go?"

Amanda was clearly not finished either, and pushed me onto my back. She leaned over to kiss me, a warm, sensual meeting of the mouths. We continued for a moment until my wife's mouth left mine and trailed down my chin.

As she continued to kiss down my body, her ponytail followed, lightly sweeping across my bare chest. She reached her target and I felt her hand grab my awakening soldier and hold it to the side as she sucked on the base of the shaft, an extremely sensitive area. 

Amanda's mouth didn't stay long, and soon she has properly touched every area of my crotch. Obviously, this had consequences, and just at the point I was at full mast, she kissed my cockhead lightly and turned away.

"Okay Bonnie, your turn. Come hop on." She called excitedly, clearly aroused herself.

Bonnie had taken these couple minutes of oral minstrations to recover, but I saw her eyes kept close track of my trouser snake.

She didn't respond immediately, but I wasn't sure what her reserve was for. I gave her a couple more seconds to respond, and when she didn't, I took charge again.

"Amanda, roll her onto her stomach. I want to take her from behind."

I saw Bonnie's eyes widen at this. The thought of my monster impaling her from behind was not what she had envisioned.

It didn't matter as my wife positioned Bonnie with her ass pointed towards me, her cute little pussy sticking out between her legs. Amanda stayed at Bonnie's head, and I could see she had some type of light grip on her best friend.

I moved into position, holding my cock in one hand. I didn't want to touch Bonnie and spoil the surprise, so I steadied myself before simply sinking slowly into the mousy brunette.

Bonnie was tight, her pussy small and compact like her body. I was unable to sink my full self into her on my first try, despite her earlier orgasm, so I pulled out until just the head was in her and repeated my push.

The second time, I got deeper, and I heard Bonnie moan into Amanda's lap.

The fourth time, I finally hit bottom, my balls resting nicely against Bonnie's lips. Entry achieved, I took up a slow rhythm now, letting Bonnie feel the full size of my penetration each time. The pleasure of what I was doing finally overwhelmed Bonnie's physical reservations, and I felt her body relax around me. 

I kept my slow, steady pace, but allowed my hands to roam the tiny brunette's body. She had the soft skin and tight body that I had expected. Her small size allowed me to even reach all the way up and cup her tits.

As I did so, I locked eyes with my wife. Amanda was relaxing, Bonnie's head in her lap, stroking her hair. She smiled back at me, the dreamy smile of someone who had been properly fucked.

Our interaction was broken by Bonnie letting out a muffled shriek as she came. Her pussy spasmed around me, then sunk. I wasn't done, so I grabbed her hips and held her up as I continued to fuck her, slow pounding strokes as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Bonnie, to her credit, recovered, and after a minute she took control of her own weight again, and my hands went back to roaming her body.

Amanda was becoming restless, so I suggested she slip under Bonnie and resume the 69 they had been earlier.

It took a minute, but she succeeded, and let me know she was there by a quick ball-suck. I resumed my slow, hard pounding of her best friend's pussy as my wife clamped on her clit.

I could tell when it started because Bonnie cried out, a cry that quickly became muffled when I shoved her head into Amanda's pussy. I was sure she wouldn't do her best with some much pleasure coming into her body, but I didn't want her to realize what was coming next.

Amanda had allowed me access to her ass with my fingers and even a toy now and then, but she had never completely warmed to anal sex. I had never pushed her since she was open to so much else.

But after fucking Bonnie and staring at her rosebud, I had decided I was going to take it. I had no idea what her feelings on anal sex were, and I didn't care. This weekend was about the girls getting theirs, and I decided a little humiliation was in order.

I pulled out of Bonnie now, exposing my slimy cock and my wife's face underneath. She smiled and opened her mouth, happy to suck my cock if that's what I wanted.

I shook my head, and pulled my cock away. I nodded to continue, and Amanda did, sucking Bonnie's clit again, her eyes watching me.

With one hand, I managed to push down on Bonnie's ass, holding her in place while my other hand held my cock and lined it up to the tiny rosebud I was about to invade.

I pressed my cockhead against her sphincter, and it wasn't until a half-second later that Bonnie, wrapped in the pleasure my wife was giving her, realized what was happening.

"N-no. Please." It was the first time she had spoken, except for moans and shrieks of passion, since dinner.

"I-I haven't."

"You are a virgin there?" I asked, not pulling away, just holding my cockhead against her.

Bonnie nodded, her body tensed.

I leaned over her, letting her feel my body weight on top of her. My head just behind and over her's, I whispered:

"Well, you took something from me, so now I am taking something back."

I pushed harder now, and felt my tip pop inside her, which brought out a grunt.

"Relax. It is happening, you may as well enjoy it. Plus, my wife is eating your pussy. That is what got you here, and it will help you get through it."

With that, I stood back up, keeping one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip. With her body tensed, it was not easy going as I slowly sunk my cock into her butt.

When I was a couple inches in, I felt Bonnie finally relax. The going was a little easier now, but it was obvious she was not lying about being an anal virgin.

When I was in as deep as I was going to get, I felt Bonnie tremble around me, and realized she was cumming again. I took the opportunity to get some strokes in.

The trembling body, tight sensations, plus all the fucking I had already done finally caught up with me, and as Bonnie went limp from her own orgasm, mine hit, and I unloaded my load deep into her bowel.

I kept fucking until it was complete and then pulled out, my cock rapidly softening with my second orgasm of the night.

When I was out, I climbed up on the bed, exhausted. I looked over and saw my wife push Bonnie off her, reverse herself, and crawl up to me. 

As she snuggled against me, I saw Bonnie was asleep, passed out from everything that happened that evening.

Amanda kissed me, her face and lips pungent from her friend's pussy. I didn't care, given what I had just done to her.

"Was that your plan all along?" She asked. "Fuck her in the ass?"

I shook my head no. "It just came to me. I wanted to take something from her."

Amanda nodded, looking at her sleeping friend. "Yeah, well, you took something, but it sounded like you left something in her as well, not to mention you fucked her so hard she passed out."

"I think that was you, honey." I kissed Amanda again. "Umm, what do we do with her?"

Bonnie was laying semi diagonally on the bottom half of our bed. There was no way we could sleep with her like that.

"Umm, I am going to grab a washcloth to clean off my face... and your cock, I guess... You move her to the guest room."

I shrugged, mentally drained. I got up and picked up the tiny brunette. As i did, I saw a white spot leaking out of her ass. I smiled, knowing the surprise she would have in the morning.

I was barely back in bed, my dick cleaned by my wife on the way back, before my eyes closed.

The rest of the weekend was a bacchanal treat for me. Bonnie was not allowed a stitch of clothing the rest of the weekend, and Amanda and I played with her body mercilessly. 

By the end of the weekend, my dick was chafed from all the fucking I had done. I did not fuck Bonnie anally again, but enjoyed her pussy and mouth immensely. Amanda too, got her fill, and by the time we sent Bonnie home after lunch on Sunday, my wife was as worn out as I was.

Bonnie stammered out an apology to me before she left, but I knew she was never the ringleader. I accepted her apology, and sent her home with a present.

Right before she left, after she was finally allowed to put clothes back on, I fucked her one final time, bending her over the back of the couch in our living room.. When I was close to cumming, I asked my wife where I should leave my final load, pussy or mouth.

Amanda clearly didn't want to make this choice, knowing her friend would have a ride with either cum breath or it leaking out of her. Her face grimaced, and as she opened her mouth to answer, I said it was too late, and deposited the load deep in her pussy.

When I was done, I pulled out my slimy, sticky cock. I pulled Bonnie's panties back in place, pulled down her skirt (that was a poor choice by her) and slapped her on the ass, telling her she needed to leave now.

Her face was a mix of submission and panic as she walked out. I didn't watch her go, instead preferring to closer the door and have my wife clean my cock of the juices deposited there. It was a perfect end to the weekend, which went better than I had hoped.



Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 03



I spent the next week planning our next encounter. Before she left, Bonnie had made an agreement with me that if the mousy brunette did not tell anyone what had happened or why, neither would I. That meant Amanda's other friends/lovers should not be warned of what was going to happen.

Picking between the next two girls was not easy. While Amanda and Bonnie both fell on the 'quiet' and 'introverted' side of the scale, Jane and Anna most certainly did not.

Both were loud, kind of obnoxious, and it was not going to be as easy to make them agree to my wishes, much less to 'break' them. If their boasting was true, both had done things sexually that I had not and I was going to have to leave my comfort zone.

I considered going down the BDSM route, but I was afraid it was going to come off too hoaky. Whatever happened, it needed to be natural.

It took a couple days, but I figured out both the girl and the plan.

The girl was Anna. The redhead with the big, dirty mouth seemed slightly easier to tame, so I figured it would be easier to leave the 'alpha dog' of the pack until last.

Anna and Amanda had been best friends in high school, and while they hadn't lived in the same place since, they still spoke regularly and saw each other a couple times a year.

After the complication with Bonnie passing out on our bed, plus my reservations about Anna's response to my 'suggestion', I decided to make the next weekend an away game, so we booked a hotel room at a tourist town nearby.

Amanda wasn't confident she could control a phone call with Anna, so I decided presenting our proposition in person was preferable. I am sure Anna was surprised when Amanda called and invited her for a 'girls weekend', but it obviously didn't raise any questions that Amanda couldn't dodge.

On Friday Amanda picked me up from work and we drove out to the hotel. It was about an hour away from our house. It was the offseason, so the hotel was neither expensive nor crowded. Amanda checked in while I waited in the car in case Anna beat us there. Controlling the initial conversation with her was paramount.

After checking in without incident, Amanda came back to the car and announced that Anna had texted her an ETA of 45 minutes. That left time for me to move my things into the hotel room.

After that was completed, we moved to the hotel's indoor bar where Amanda took up residence at the bar while I found a quiet, dark table in the back where I could see my wife and the entrance without being in Anna's direct sight line when she came in.

Anna's ETA turned out to be overly optimistic, and so we waited. Amanda's status as a lone female at the bar meant she was drawing some male attention. She had already accepted one free drink from a male suitor. Either her wedding ring was doing nothing to discourage pickup attempts, or my wife was not trying very hard. 

Amanda was just accepting a second drink when Anna entered. I saw her first since my attention was not held by a possible suitor. Anna went to school for business and held some position in a corporation in a nearby city. I wasn't exactly sure of her position, but she dressed the part of a businesswoman in a smart skirt-suit that showed off her legs to perfection and contrasted nicely with her pale skin and copper locks.

Amanda was probably a little tipsy and focused on the guy in front of her so she didn't see Anna until the redhead was only a couple steps away. She shrieked a welcome, which surprised the guy she was chatting with.

He was even more surprised when Anna stepped between the two of them and planted a long, sensual kiss on Amanda. When the kiss finally broke, Anna turned back to him and said something short. It was to the effect of "Sorry, bud. She's taken" I'm sure. Who Anna thought she was taken by was up for debate.

Amanda's suitor slinked away and Anna ordered herself a drink. Anna's back was to me, which was how I had set up so I was pretty sure I would not be discovered until I wanted to be.

I had coached Amanda on what to do and I hoped that coaching would hold up to the alcohol coursing through her body. Either it did or Anna realized it would be a short night without feeding my wife, because after ten minutes they moved to the hotel's restaurant. I watched them go as did most other male eyes in the area, I was sure. I waited another ten minutes before following. 

The restaurant was nearly empty and the girls were seated in a booth away from the other patrons, just as I wanted. The only hiccup was that Anna was facing me this time, which meant she saw me before I got to the booth.

Her voice was icy as she greeted me:

"Charlie, I didn't realize you would be joining us." Her eyes moved to Amanda, who chose to stay engrossed in the menu.

"Well Anna, I am afraid you were lured here under false pretenses."

Anna put down her menu now, the 'professional' in her focusing on me alone.

"I know what has been going on behind my back, specifically at the Bachelorette party."

Anna laughed and picked up the menu dismissively.

"Amanda and I have talked about it at length. How... close... you two have been since high school."

Anna gave a 'hmph', clearly trying not to engage me.

"She and I have also agreed that she was wrong to deceive me."

I saw the waiter approaching now, so I stopped my semi-rehearsed speech.

We all ordered without incident, but as the waiter departed Anna and I both jumped to gain the upper hand in the discussion.

As she blurted out: "So what", I calmly continued.

"Amanda and I also feel that all of you are to blame as well, since you goaded her and encouraged her behavior well after it should have stopped."

Anna sat back now, arms crossed. Her face was in a great grimace, her 'bitch shields' going up. I had seen her cut down people before with this well-rehearsed scheme, so I was prepared.

"I can see by your expression you do not agree. That is too bad, since one of the other girls has already admitted her fault. She and I also came to an...arrangement that wiped the slate clean between us."

I could see Anna's wheels starting turning, so I moved the discussion so she wouldn't focus on who and what.

"I don't want to drag anyone else into this, but as the wronged person in this, I would like you to show some remorse."

Anna gave another 'hmph' and went to pick her menu back up.

"Well then, if you don't mind, perhaps you wouldn't mind if I shared some of these photos."

I took Amanda's phone out of my pocket, cued up a photo, and handed it to Anna. 

At first, she didn't break eye contact with me, but once she looked, she quickly flicked through the entire album. I saw her visage change from 'pissed' to 'nervous' as she did. I had created an album from a subset of the pictures that started the whole thing, an album which only contained incriminating shots of Anna. I had even cropped a couple photos to remove the other girls.

"Where did you get these?" Anna asked, clearly surprised. 

"Jane supplied them." Not a lie.

"It doesn't matter, its not like you can fucking post these on Facebook. It wouldn't be the first time someone took a nudie of me."

Anna loved to brag about her experience.

"Facebook? Oh, I am sure that while my friends would enjoy a couple shots of freckly tits and a firebox, that wasn't my target audience."

"Oh, some sick website. Again, not the first time."

I laughed now. "C'mon Anna, what would that gain me? This is about leverage, not spreading your... nudies."

Now I knew Anna took extreme care to keep her life as a buttoned-down workaholic separate from her personal proclivities, which was probably a good move since her professional reputation would be ruined if the two met.

"You can't... there is no way."

"There is always a way, Anna. For instance, I have a contact at the company you work for, and I am sure there is some type of whistleblower office that would prefer not to employ someone who had photos like this on some... sick website. So yeah, there is a way."

I let my threat sink in. It was true, Anna's company took their reputation seriously, and if the photos were posted and my contact made aware, I am sure it would blow some serious heat her way.

After a minute, Anna's face wrinkled up like she smelled something bad, and she responded:

"Fine, what is it you want?"

I smiled back, knowing that while I hadn't won the war, I had won a major battle.

"What I want, is to see what Amanda has done... with you...

That earned me another "Hmph".

"And do whatever I want... with you..."

I thought her face looked disgusted before, but now Anna screwed up her nose and showed full disgust.

I tried to remember that face for later when I was giving it to her, but waited for a response.

My silence gave Anna time to counterpunch, so she came out swinging. Not at me, but at Amanda.

"Mandy, how could you? Do you really want to know that I have seen him naked? What about him? Isn't this cheating?"

The fiery girl was starting to raise her voice, so I put my finger to my mouth in a 'shush' motion.

"This agreement is between you and me, Anna. Amanda made her peace with what is going on, and is a willing participant in anything that happens."

"Plus, it isn't like you are going to be the first of her friends that I fuck."

I said that as an insult, and Anna, ever prideful, took it as one.

"Fine, you want me, you fucking got me. I just hope you can handle me. Wanna go now? How about I duck under the table for a couple seconds and suck your cock. That should be long enough to get you off."

I smiled back, knowing I had won another battle. 

"No thanks, though I appreciate the offer and your enthusiasm. But we are both famished, and you should get some food in you as well. You are mine for the weekend, and who knows if you will be able to leave the room to eat.."

As I had said, Anna had a mouth like a sailor, and I had decided to enjoy the back and forth.

"All weekend? You won't fucking last until midnight." Anna snorted her derision, and took a big sip of her drink.

"Didn't you hear? I practiced last weekend." I knew she hadn't, so she screwed up her face again, guessing.

Our banter was broken by my wife, whose nervousness at the situation manifested in a full bladder. I stood up to let her out, then sat back down.

By the time Amanda returned, the food had arrived, and we ate in silence. Amanda was clearly uncomfortable, but I had enjoyed the banter. I think Anna did too, though she would never admit it. Perhaps it was part of her mating dance.

After we all finished eating, I stood up with a flourish and held out an arm, pointing.

"Ladies, shall we return to our suite?"

Anna shot up and went to walk by me, but I agilely grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Surprised, she stopped and waited. 

I waited for my wife, still tipsy, to stand up, then hooked both of their arms and practically sauntered out of the restaurant. There were only maybe three other people in there, but I knew that being paraded on my arm like a trophy would increase the flame in my fiery new companion.

We made it to the lobby, and I told to Anna to press the door to the elevator. She did and then made to step away.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"I need to get my things out of the car."

"Anna, I don't think you will need anything this weekend. And since I am in charge, I can almost guarantee it."

Her jaw dropped a little now. I don't think she expected me to be so... in charge.

"But, my stuff. What if someone breaks in to my car?"

I smiled warmly.

"Okay, give me your keys.. You and Amanda go up to the room and.. get comfortable. I will get your things and meet you up there. Oh and Anna?"

She paused now, deer in headlights. I had her on the ropes.

"Give me your phone too. You have no need for it."

She give me her stink-face again, but handed over the keys and phone.

I headed towards the parking lot to pick up her stuff. I hoped Amanda had enough sense to relay my wishes. I didn't want to fight Anna the entire weekend, but I did get an evil glee from giving her orders.

The fiery redhead packed remarkably light, but I took my time to grab the things and head back upstairs.

I made sure no one else was in the hall with me when I got to our door, and put an ear to it before I inserted the card into the slot.

Hearing nothing, I entered.

The room was a small suite. You entered into the 'living room', which contained the requisite couch, TV, coffee table, and desk. There was also a small kitchenette off to the side.

Near the windows on the left were a set of french doors that led into the bedroom. It was from in there that I now heard a smacking sound.

Dropping Anna's bags against the far wall, I removed my sport coat and looked in.

I wasn't sure what I had expected, but the sight that greeted me was probably the most likely scenario.

Anna was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her arms. She had removed her coat to display a nice cream-colored camisole but otherwise, she seemed fully clothed.

She had a big grin on her face, which was obviously due to the fact that my wife was between her legs, eating her out. Anna's panties on the bed next to me confirmed that Amanda had free access.

Anna's skirt was hiked up to her hips, but I couldn't see anything else due to my wife's head. Amanda had not removed her clothes either. It looked like they had just walked in, Anna had plopped down, and Amanda dove right in.

Like I said, I should have known this was coming. Anna was going to be a tougher horse to break. I had to resume control now.

"Amanda, honey. If you can hear me in there, take a break. You are going to ruin your dress."

She must not have been ears-deep, because I heard the smacking stop and my wife turned towards me and smiled sheepishly through her brown hair..

I helped her to her feet, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off her shoulders, letting it puddle on the floor. I picked it up and hung it in the closet while my wife stood there in her underclothes, on display.

Her dress tonight had been a Little Black Dress, and her bra and panties were black to match. Not extremely provocative, but not bargain bin either.

"Baby, why don't you make Anna more comfortable too. I would not want her to ruin her outfit either."

Anna looked defiant, but allowed Amanda to remove her cream-colored camisole and gray skirt. As my wife walked into the main room to put them with Anna's blazer, I took my time to admire the redhead.

The camisole must have had some type of integrated support because Anna was now sitting here naked, not that she was ashamed of it.

Anna's tits were not large, probably a B-cup, but were slightly upturned and just as pale and freckly as the rest of her. Her legs were sprawled back open so I could see that she shaved her pussy. Too bad. I had never touched a true firebox.

Anna sat there, letting me watch her. Amanda returned, unsure what to do. She stood there, fiddling with her own panties.

"Well girls, what about me?" I looked Anna in the eyes as I said it.

Her smile clicked down a notch, but she stood up and came over.

As my wife went to unbutton my shirt, Anna nudged her out of the way.

"Why I don't I do this, Mandy. You work on his shoes."

Anna's heels were as tall as she could wear without looking slutty (her entire getup was, really), so when she stood in front of me, she was only a couple inches shorter than me. She looked me in the eye as she undid the buttons, slowly. When that was done, she opened my shirt and pulled it from my pants. She ran her hands over my chest and arms to remove my shirt. She was trying to get a rise out of me, and it was working.

Amanda finished one shoe, and I stepped out of it. Anna grabbed my belt now, unbuckling it, then the zipper. She paused to let Amanda get out of the way as she finished the second shoe.

"Well, let's see if this cock Mandy has talked about for years is as fucking big as she says."

With that, she reached inside my pants and grabbed me. She smiled devilishly.

"Not the biggest prick I have ever held, but its alright."

I smiled, not taking the bait. Instead, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down, forcing her to her knees like my wife.

Once she was properly in a position for worship, I motioned for her to continue. Together, the girls removed my pants and boxers at once. My cock sprung out at full attention.

I gave Anna a look of "well?" and she grabbed my cock with one hand and kissed it.

Just like with Bonnie, I wanted our first contact to be one-sided, so I let her continue. I reached out to my wife and pulled her in to join.

Standing there letting two beautiful women work me from their knees did give me a great feeling of power. I didn't want to let it go to my head, or my balls, so after a few minutes of top-notch cocksucking, I pushed them away.

"Good work, girls. Now why don't we move to the bed."

I held out a hand, helping each of them to their feet. They climbed on the bed, shucking their shoes as they went. I stood at the edge, watching.

"Anna, be a dear and remove Amanda's bra and panties. She is overdressed. Plus they will prevent you from sucking her tits and eating her pussy."

Anna did as I asked, but I could see she still chafed at following my direction. 

Once my wife was as naked as the rest of us, I grabbed Anna by her hips and positioned her at the edge of the bed on all fours. While last week I had allowed the girls to play while I watched, I didn't feel like giving Anna the same freedom. She had to know this was about me, not her.

"Honey, slide over so Anna can suck your tits."

The girls complied, and my wife gave a nice moan as her friend went to town on her small, perky breasts.

I moved behind Anna and I lined her up where I wanted her without breaking the girls' contact, and reached under her, cupping her sex.

My wife's work down there had already wetted the field, but it didn't keep me from probing Anna's pussy with my fingers. I was a little rougher than I needed to be, but that was how I wanted it.

After confirming that she was, in fact, wet and willing, or at least wet, I lined up my cock and sunk deep in her with the first stroke.

I heard Anna's breath catch when I entered her, and she let go of Amanda's nipple to spurt out a response.

"Don't fuck around, do you?"

My response was to grab both hips and start pounding her from behind. Anna was a girl who liked to get hers, so I am sure that doggystyle wasn't her favorite position.

As I stood back there pounding the pale redhead from behind while watching her suck my wife's tit, I watched her slide one hand under her. I felt something bump up against my cock, and I realized she was going to use it to get herself off.

Well, that was just unacceptable, so I grabbed Anna by both of her elbows and pulled up and back, forcing her face into Amanda's crotch. In this position, she had little ability to support her upper body so it was munch or drown.

After a beat or two where she struggled against me, she started returning the favor my wife had given her.

This was good. Anna was giving pleasure to two people while getting little herself. 

Unfortunately, crouching over the redhead and holding her arms made fucking her difficult, so I had to change it up.

"Amanda, be a dear and keep her face pinned in your pussy. Don't let her play with herself."

My wife nodded, her mouth open in enjoyment of the treatment she was getting. Her hands moved to Anna's head, stroking her fiery mane, but also letting her know she wasn't coming up for air.

I let go of Anna's pale arms and grabbed one hip and one shoulder. I really went to town now, our bodies smacking together with each in-stroke.




Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 03



At this point, I really noticed Anna's ass was right there for the first time. Anna's best feature was her legs. They were long and graceful, another set of dancer's legs. However, those legs were topped by a fantastic ass.

Now I have described my wife's ass as perfect, which was probably true, but if Amanda's was 1A, Anna's had to be 1B.

Over the years, I had stared at it more than once. Anna had that great 'flick' to her ass when she walked, cheeks bouncing from side to side. It dawned on me that I finally had it in my hands.

Not wanting to waste the moment, I grabbed two handfuls of ass cheek, kneading and pinching the pale, perfectly formed flesh. Her tiny little rosebud was there too, but that was for later.

The combination of the fucking, anticipation of the weekend, and the ass I currently had two handfuls of finally caught up with me, and I felt my orgrasm approach.

Now, since I knew that breaking Anna's spirit was going to take some work, I had planned my loads for the weekend. First up was mouth. This meant I had to move fast.

I pulled out of Anna from behind, and used one arm to flip her over. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her to me and shoved my cock in my mouth.

She didn't seem surprised, and dutifully rolled her tongue around my cock, not phased by her own fresh taste on there. It was only a minute before I couldn't take anymore, and I dumped my load into her mouth.

Now, my wife had said "Spitters are quitters" to Bonnie last weekend. My wife had gotten that phrase from Anna, so I had no doubt this load was not coming back out.

When I finished cumming and pulled out, Anna lay there, a smile on her face.

"The hair pull was a nice touch. Good load too. Amanda, he isn't a half-bad fuck. Too bad he has no stamina though."

I was too spent to respond, so I slid on to the bed next to my wife and motioned to her pussy.

Anna dove right back in, and it was only a few minutes before my wife joined me in orgasm, her pelvis thrusting in the air. As she started coming down, I saw her push Anna's head out of her crotch.

Anna stood up now over us, face covered in a sheen, and grinned.

"Well, it looks like you two are done. Was that it?"

Amanda had snuggled into my shoulder. It appeared that was that was it for her. I wasn't going to give in so easily, however.

"What's the matter, Anna? Are you mad because no one thought to give you an orgasm?"

"Well, now that you mention it, you barged in before Amanda could get me off, and your fucking just didn't ring my bell, you know what I mean?"

"Mmm, I think I do. Unfortunately, per the terms of our arrangement, I don't think it would be proper for you to 'ring your bell', and boy, am I tired."

Anna looked a little peeved at this. Clearly she thought I would tell her to go fuck herself.

"You mean you don't want to eat my snatch like your darling wife has so many times?"

Ouch. That one hurt a little.

"C'mon. Have a taste of red snapper."

"Is that what you call yourself? Come to mention it, it does smell fishy in here."

Never tell a girl her pussy stinks. Especially a redhead. Especially a redhead with a temper.

"Fuck you, Charlie. Fuck you and your stupid pictures. Yeah, I fucked your wife, I fucked her long before you, and I plan to keep fucking her. And if you don't like it, you can kiss my ass. You don't own me..."

I am sure Anna would have continued, but she saw me pick up Amanda's phone and start doing something on it, ignoring her.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Just sending an email I had queued up earlier, just in case. Someone is going to have a surprise Monday morning."

"No, wait, you can't. Ohmigod don't. Goddamnit fine. You're in charge."

As she said that, Anna rushed over to me. She didn't try to rip the phone from my hands, she more attempted to just prevent me from completing my task.

Bait taken, I set the phone back down, but not before I had covertly taken a couple pictures of Anna's nude body next to me on her knees. So that was a bonus.

"Okay Anna, but that was unacceptable. You will apologize."

"I am sorry."

"And you will make it up to me."

"Fine, I will suck your dick again."

"No, no. There will be time for that tomorrow. I want some more time to recharge."

Anna looked so enticing there on the floor in a semi-begging position. I sat back against the pillow again and looked her over.

"Why don't you show me your best trick."

"My what?"

"Your best trick. Let's say you are in a competition to perform the sexiest maneuver you can. What would you do?"

Anna sat there, looking kind of confused. I was surprised. It wasn't a look I saw on her often.

"Think of it like a stripper. What would you do on the main stage to earn your money. If you are good enough, I will let you get off."

The word 'stripper' seemed to stir something in Anna. She paused for a second, thinking, and then ran into the bathroom.

I sat there, wondering if I had said something to really set her off. I barely had time to sit up before she rushed out of the bathroom and back into the main room.

I stood up and started to follow her. I found her rummaging through her bag, looking for something. Now I was really concerned. What could she possibly be doing?

"Go back in the bed. I don't want you to see it."

Okay, that was good, she sounded.. excited. I guess she was the type of girl that if you give a competition, she has to win it.

I had just settled back in the bed when Anna sauntered in, one hand behind her back, a large grin on her face.

"Okay, this is my best trick. Amanda has seen it before, hell, she helped me figure out how to do it."

I was surprised to hear a giggle from next to me at that. I thought my wife was sleeping, but I guess not. She turned her head to see Anna now, her brown mane in full 'bedhead'.

Anna stood there, smiling, waiting.

"Okay, so like I said, I think this is pretty spectacular. But, umm, you aren't going to be able to see it from there. Come closer on the bed."

Still confused, I sat up and slid until my feet were hanging off the end of the bed.

"There, that should do it. Now, close your eyes."

I gave her a look of 'What The Fuck', but she kept up the Sales pitch.

"C'mon, its a magic trick."

Shrugging, I closed my eyes. They were only closed for a couple seconds before the redhead said to open them.

I opened them, and saw Anna standing perfectly still a couple feet from the bed. Her feet were together, but in front of them was a bottle of shampoo or something.

"See the bottle?" The glee in her voice was noticeable.

I started to nod, and Amanda nearly tackled me from behind.

"Say 'yes' honey, c'mon. This is good."

"Yes Anna, I see the bottle" I replied, as my wife wrapped her arms around me and rested her chin on my shoulder. I guess the excitement was contagious.

"Okay, close your eyes again. Real good this time."

I barely got the lids down before Amanda slapped her palms over my eyes.

"I got him. He won't peek."

"Okay" I heard Anna say, and then a thump and a shuffling sound.

"Okay, open them." Amanda pulled her hands away.

"Ta-da!" Anna was sitting on the floor now, legs out in a perfect horizontal split, arms up in a V to accentuate the 'ta-da'. 

Okay, she did a split. That wasn't that impressive. Amanda could do that too. Wait, where was the shampoo bottle?

The look on my face must have changed because both girls burst out laughing. 

I was just starting to stare at Anna's pussy when she rolled her torso back to show that, yes, in fact, the shampoo bottle was now lodged deep in her pussy.

Now, the bottle was not a 1 gallon container of shampoo or anything, in fact, it was both small and cylindrical with a tapered top, so it was a great shape to 

'swallow', but still, the fact she just stuck it up there so fast, in a split, was impressive.

As Anna used her hand to pop the bottle out, I started a slow clap.

"That was definitely impressive. Why the hell did you learn to do that?"

"Well, it started in high school, betting each other to stick stuff up there. In college, it was a great way to prove I was a better fuck than another girl."

"Girls do that?"

"Girls like me do." Anna sat there, legs still splayed, I saw her rubbing herself a little. It couldn't have felt great. If I was a sick fuck, I would have taken right then, but I was sure she wouldn't be walking right the next day either way.

"I don't even use this brand of shampoo anymore. I just fill my stuff in here so I see the bottle. It's a nice pick-me-up."

"Wouldn't masturbation be easier?" I had recovered my wits now.

"It might. Speaking of...?" Anna was giving me her best pleading smile now.

"Yes, your trick was impressive. You may now get yourself off, as long as it doesn't involve either of us or ruining your holes for the rest of the weekend."

Anna grinned, and went back to her bag again. This time she came back with a bullet vibrator. She proceeded to walk right by us with it, and plop herself in the middle of the bed, propped up on the pillows, and spread out.

"Uh-uh. I didn't say you could use the bed. Bed is for us, not you. You get the couch."

Anna looked hurt again.

"Not even to play?" She gave a great 'hurt' face that said, 'please play with me.'

"Get down, let us get settled, and then you can come up and use whatever space is left."

Anna didn't respond, just slinked off the bed. Amanda and I settled back in, her head on my chest, her long leg curled over mine, my arm around her back.

"Okay, you can play with your toy now."

Anna practically flew onto the bed. She sat and spread her beautiful legs wide across ours, and gave us a great view of her pale pussy as she turned on the vibe and got to work.

One hand spread her lips while the other used the vibe on her clit. She was wet already when she started, and all of our playing must have really warmed her up because it was only a minute or two before her breathing got ragged and her hips thrust to the sky.

Next came a steady repetition of 'oh fucks', followed by a loud shriek. At that point, her body seemed to be moving on its own accord, spasming out her bliss.

It was definitely hot, and not only did I feel my cock hardening, I felt Amanda shifting against me as we watched her oldest friend bring herself to orgasm mere feet away.

The shriek was followed by several grunts, and then everything gave at once, and Anna collapsed into pile of pale skin and red hair, her chest pumping up and down, trying to catch her breath.

Before she could, I sat up and and looked over her.

Mimicking her voice, I said: "Was that it?"

Her response was a middle finger. I chuckled, and started to stroke her leg which had ended up splayed across me. My cock was getting ready to go again, and while fucking this talented redhead again was definitely on the 'to-do' list, her pussy was in no state for it, and I needed to reclaim my territory.

Grabbing Amanda, who was also sitting up, I pushed her forward so that her head landed next to her recovering friend's. Moving behind her and spreading her legs, I stuck my hand between her legs to confirm that she was in fact frisky.

Receiving a positive a positive for wetness, I lined myself up and entered. Like usual, my wife was a comfortable, pleasant sheath for my sword. I fell into a steady rhythm, my cock pistoning in and out.

Amanda had taken up what I like to call the 'bicyclist' position. Her forearms were flat on the bed, hands angled in towards her head. Her head was down, which helped her push her perfect ass up nice and high. It was a great position to fuck against, and so fuck I did.

Since I had already cum once, my body was ready for a marathon, so we went for several minutes before my rhythm was broken by Anna attempting to slip her legs under Amanda so my wife could eat her out.

Burying my cock in my wife's pussy, I addressed our third wheel.

"No Anna, if you want it you have to work for it."

"Work for what?"

"My permission to be eaten out."

"Oh c'mon, Charlie. You had your fun. Let's have some fucking fun."

"Nope. But I am feeling generous with my cock buried in my beautiful wife, so I will compromise. Spin around and if you do a good job sucking Amanda's clit, she will return the favor."

Anna's 'disgusted' face returned, but she did as I said, slipping under Amanda until I could feel her head bump up against my balls.

Amanda's hips suddenly started, so I guess Anna found the spot. From what I had learned, she had years of experience in that area, so I wasn't surprised.

As the redhead turned on the suction, I turned on the thrusting, and got back into rhythm. Every third or fourth stroke of my balls hit Anna's forehead, but I didn't care. I was enjoying myself.

Leaning over my wife's back, I flipped her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck and shoulder.

Whispering loudly, I said to her:

"Amanda, darling, is our little ginger fucktoy doing her job?"

Apparently she was, because my wife only nodded.

Pushing myself back, I resumed my rhythm. 

"Well then, after you get off, you feel free to munch her firebox, okay?"

Amanda nodded again, clearly only half-listening. Soon came her pre-orgasm moans, which caused me to pick up the pace. This caused my wife's brunette hair to flip back and forth as her pleasure peaked, her moans one long, continuous noise punctuated only by slapping sounds of our bodies.

As Amanda hit a crescendo, her body throbbed, and any hope of keeping a rhythm while fucking her ended. I grabbed her hips and held on, pushing into her as much as possible as her body spasmed.

Finally she gave up and half-collapsed, trapping her friend's head underneath her. I lifted Amanda's slack hips and heard Anna suck in a big breath underneath. I set my wife on her side and let her recover as her friend did the same, sucking in large breaths that made her pale, freckly breasts heave.

Lying on her back with her legs extended, her arms at her side, her red hair splayed around her head, face covered in my wife's sheen, and her pale skin flush from exertion, Anna had never looked hotter. It wasn't really in my plan, but I had to fuck her, right then.

Plus, Amanda was out of it, so Anna's were the only holes I had, shampoo bottle or not.

Before Anna could recover and spoil it, I stepped around the bed and climbed between her legs. Spreading them with my hands enough to enter, I lined up and pushed my way into her pussy.

Anna hadn't recovered her breath yet, so all she could do was lift her head and look at me. Her face was a mix of exhaustion, resignation, and was that a little wanting? It clearly wasn't the resistance I expected.

Up until now, my exposure to the girls had been most in doggystyle position or other positions where we were not face-to-face. Doing it missionary, as we were now, was much more intimate.

But, given the circumstance, I couldn't help myself, so after establishing my presence in her primary orifice, I leaned over and looked Anna in the eyes.

Now that Anna had her breath back, she looked... uncomfortable. Was that finally a little guilt now that her friend's husband was looking her in the eye as he fucked her?

Oh wait, it might be the fact she had worn out her pussy with her bottle-trick less than a half-hour earlier. Either way it was not going to stop me.

I adjusted myself so that my arms were on either side of her head, trapping the feisty redhead under me. Anna wasn't sure what to do either, her hands meandering around aimlessly with nothing to do.

"Grab your tits", I said, taking further control of the situation.

Anna looked at me like I asked her to take out the trash, but she knew she would like it. Her hands cupped her pale, freckled tits, pushing them together. They weren't large, a small B-cup, but as she held them up and together, I saw my chance and struck.

Leaning down, I captured one of her nipples in my mouth. Sucking in her tit-flesh, I heard Anna groan a little. Other than her time with the vibe, it was the most reaction I had heard or seen.

Attempting to duplicate, I pulled back and moved to the other breast. This one was held up and waiting, and when I sucked this one in, I got another groan. I guess I had found Anna's kryptonite.

As I continued to fuck the redhead, I rolled her pink nipple around my tongue. She tossed and turned a little, but didn't pull away. I kept it up for a couple minutes, and then pulled away.

Sitting up, I looked her in the eye, daring her. Anna's face was flushed now, her eyes heavily hooded, mouth open in an 'O'.

My rhythm had slowed, giving her more pleasure and less pain. I sat there, looming over her, glancing at her breasts, which she continued to hold up towards me.

"What, do you want me to suck them?" I said it dismissively.

Anna nodded, clearly upset her pleasure level was dropping.

"Well, ask nicely."

"Please." She got out between slaps of my hips on hers.

"Please what?"

"Please... suck my... breasts."

"Your whole breast? They aren't that big, but I don't think I can fit the entire thing in my mouth."

I could see Anna's face screwing up now. This clearly wasn't a fun game for her.

"Please suck... my... nipples."

I feinted an attack on one, and pulled back again.

"Wait, which one?"

The only response Anna gave was an "RRggghhh" of frustration.

She rolled her eyes as she did, and I used the distraction to lean in and capture one nipple and suck it as hard as I could.

Anna responded, a pleased groan escaping her mouth as her back arched and forced her mammary farther towards me.

I was just about to slip over and switch to the other nipple when Amanda bumped against me. My wife had recovered enough to join in the fun, and chose to do it by sucking Anna's other nipple.

This lifted the coppertop to new heights, and a "yes" was followed by a rhythm of "oh fucks" that started on the beat with my fucks, but quickly degraded as Anna lost it and gave in to the pleasure.

Anna sucked in a large breath, and responded with a loud shriek that startled both my wife and I.

I was buried deeply in Anna's pussy when she let loose, so my cock stayed put, but her sudden shudder combined with her hands tightening on her breasts caused both of us to lose our hold on her nipples.

I sat up, refusing to stop fucking her, and Amanda sat back as both of us watched her friend writhe in pleasure under our touch. 

Watching this happen started to boil my balls, so I doubled down and picked up my rhythm again, grabbing Anna's hips as I drilled her.

She was still mid-orgasm, her senses dulled, so she made no move to stop me. By the time she came down, she was exhausted, and so she still had no resistance when I reached the point of no return and pulled out.

Climbing up Anna's body and straddling her, I unloaded my second load all over her chest. I did a good job of painting her chest without it all dripping off the sides of her body, and so when I was spent and sat back, most of the semen stayed put on her upper torso.

My wife, the only one who wasn't currently recovering from an orgasm, made a move to go in and clean it up, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her.

Shaking my head, I told Amanda: "She can clean up herself."

With that, I laid back, sprawling at the top of the bed as I had after my first orgasm.

Amanda responded by curling up on me again. I could tell she still wanted to go a little, but I was spent after my second load. I offered to get her off manually, and she nodded, settling her crotch under my hand so I could stimulate her with my fingers.

I had just started to rub Amanda's clit when Anna finally stirred.

"Ughh, I'm all sticky."

"Yes, clean yourself up so you don't ruin the couch." I said it without even looking at her, though I had her trained in my peripheral vision.




Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 03



"Mandy, you want some of your husband's sticky mess?"

"She's a little busy right now. Be a good girl and suck it up."

Anna gave me a look at that, and I turned and smiled. Finally giving in, she started to scoop the cum into her mouth. She even managed to lick a little off her breasts, which was a feat given her meager endowment. 

There was something so powerful about watching a woman gather and swallow your load, so even though I had cum twice already, watching the fiery redhead scoop my cum into her mouth stirred my cock a little. It didn't help that my wife was now moaning next to me, approaching another orgasm herself.

Anna finished scooping my load into her mouth and moved over, clearly planning to try and transfer some to Amanda.

"Uh-uh. That's still spitting. Swallow and head to the couch. You are done for the night."

Anna's look when flippant again, and she gave an understated swallow and slid off the bed. Her top-shelf ass shifted back and forth as she walked into the next room, but I could see in her gait she was as exhausted as I was.

I pretended to turn back to my wife, who was starting to moan under my touch. I watched as Anna went to unzip her suitcase.

"Anna, what did I say earlier? No clothes. There are a blanket, pillow, and sheets, that's all you need."

Even though she was 20 feet away and in a dark room, I knew Anna rolled her eyes, but she complied and started to make her bed. I guess she was too tired to fight me any more tonight.

Amanda came again, smaller this time, but an orgasm nonetheless, and one that took whatever remained of her strength. As she relaxed from the final sexual pleasure of the night, I reached over and turned off the light. Grabbing my wife, I pulled her onto my chest, and she quickly fell asleep.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer myself, but I wanted to make sure our guest was settled.

"Goodnight Anna. Get your rest. Tomorrow is a big day."

I didn't get a response, so I chuckled knowing that either I had outlasted her or pissed her off into submission. Either way, my plan was going well, and I still had a full Saturday plus Sunday morning to break the will of this fiery filly.



Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 04



I awoke Saturday morning a little sore and sticky. As I rolled over, I could see that it was still twilight. Damn my body for not letting me sleep in.

My arm was trapped under my wife, so I gently slid it out from under her without waking her. As I sat up, I remembered that she was not the only woman there.

I looked out into the living room of our suite and verified that her friend Anna was there on the couch. She was, and must have gotten warm during the night, because she had kicked off the covers, leaving the top half of her naked body exposed.

Her red hair was splayed around her head, contrasting as always with her pale skin. Her long, dancer's legs were currently in a 'P' shape, covered by the sheet.

Her b-cup breasts with their sensitive, upturned nipples heaved slightly with each breath. I smiled, remembering that not only had I spent the last night fucking the gorgeous redhead and my wife, but that I had another day plus to continue doing so.

After stretching and taking a piss, I decided Anna had slept long enough. I knelt down next to her and whispered:

"Anna, it's time to wake up."

I had to repeat myself a couple times before she finally started to stir a little. Despite my coaxing, she wasn't really waking up, so I decided try something else.

Knowing the sensitivity of her breasts and nipples, I started to stroke and massage the teat closer to me. After a minute of attention, Anna finally responded with an "Mmmm", though her eyes still did not open.

I kept going, and finally her whole body started to respond. Her legs shuffled a little, sliding the sheet down just far enough that I could see her pussy. When her legs opened a little, my other hand snuck in there and went for her slit.

My finger slid down her slit, touching her clit, which elicited a gasp from my wife's oldest friend. That gasp left her mouth ajar, which was the opening I had been waiting for, literally.

I abandoned her pussy, and instead grabbed my cock and roughly pushed it into between Anna's lips.

The sudden intrusion woke Anna from 10% to 100% in under a second, and I was greeted with her eyes opening nice and big as I fed her my snake.

She did not react by trying to push me off or close her mouth, instead what I saw seemed to be a little respect, like 'you got me.'

Once she fully had her senses, she took control of her own mouth, and started to give me a great blowjob.

Now like I said, Anna was extremely competitive, and since cocksucking is the pursuit of competitive women, she was excellent at it.

Her lips, tongue, and two hands were in constant, synchronised motion, designed to maximize my pleasure. Even her eyes were a weapon, staring up at me when she was going slow, closed or facing down when she was going fast.

I was a passive observer, my only input to stroke my hand through her coppery hair as she pleasured me. The only sound in the room were the smacks and pops of her oral ministrations, and my grunts when what she did was especially good. 

As the blowjob went on, I saw Anna look towards the bedroom, wondering if my wife Amanda was going to join us, or what my plan was. I think she was becoming bored with blowing me. When her attention slipped especially badly and my cock popped out of her mouth, I decided a little correction was in order.

I reached down and simultaneously twisted one nipple while cupping her jaw, which prevented Anna from crying out.

I whispered: "Amanda needs her sleep. If you wake her up, I will send you to get us breakfast downstairs in nothing but a smile. Your only job is to get me off."

I saw the fire in Anna's eyes, outward signs of the anger she was feeling towards me right now, but she must have taken my threat seriously because she wordlessly went back to quietly sucking my cock, though I caught her massaging her breast to take the sting out.

My little correction re-engaged her attention, and it was only a couple minutes later when I felt the familiar feeling of impending release deep within my balls. I did not make any purposeful outwards sign of what was going to happen, but Anna must have picked up on something because she suddenly dropped off the couch onto her knees.

Grabbing my cock with one hand, she captured only the head in her mouth while she jerked me with one hand, and massaged the base of my cock where it met my balls with the other.

The pale girl knew her stuff, and it was only a couple strokes before I started to cum. Anna felt it too, and froze, ready to receive my seed into her mouth.

Unfortunately for her, that was not the plan, so I grabbed my cock and pinched off my urethra with one hand. My other hand went to Anna's head, pushing it back so that she looked back up at me.

"Close your mouth" I said, the strain in my voice evident.

Anna's lip rose in a disgusted sneer, but she obeyed, closing her mouth and pushing her hair back behind her ears, presenting a nice pale freckly target.

I pointed my cock at the point between her eyes and fired. As the first stream flew out and painted Anna from her left eyebrow across her nose to her right cheek, my brain randomly wondered how many freckles I could cover in one load.

The next shot was lower, catching her lips and chin, which caused Anna to start a little. I didn't want to miss, so I pinched myself off again and aimed higher. The third shot was another direct shot, dripping off her nose onto her left cheek.

The fourth shot fell limply on to her chest, so I leaned in and started to wipe the rest of my load across her face as the remainder of my semen dribbled out.

I was still holding on to Anna's head with my free hand, so I used it to steer her mouth to my cock. 

The fiery redhead could not open her left eye due to my semen draped over it, but she opened her right eye and took my cock into her mouth to finish sucking out my juices.

When my cock was too sensitive to continue, I pulled out, and Anna fell back against the couch. As her hands found her face to free her eye from the stickiness enveloping it, I grunted out:

"Don't waste it."

That got me a snotty look, but she complied, moving the semen from her eyelashes into her mouth.

As I turned to find somewhere to sit, I heard a burst of giggles from behind me.

Amanda was sitting up in the bed, long legs pulled up to her chest, her mouth buried in her knees. Her brown hair was a mess, as could be expected by our night, but her eyes had a smile in them.

"Ohmigod Anna, he got you good."

I walked over and leaned over the bed to give my wife a good morning kiss. 

"You will never, ever do that to me" she said, still chuckling.

I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, much too low for Anna to hear in the living room.

"Until your debt is paid, I will do whatever I want". I punctuated my point by reaching behind her and pinching her ass.

The mood broken, my wife's giggling cut off abruptly. 

I did not want to dwell on the moment, so I stood back up and announced:

"Okay, shower time. Time to wash off last night' activities."

"Thank God" Anna said from the next room. "I am so fucking sticky."

Amanda went out and helped her friend to her friend to her feet. Anna still had not gotten all the cum off her face, and as they walked into the bathroom, my wife helpfully pointed out the last remnants.

I let them pass me and enter the bathroom.

The suite's bathroom was probably too large and took up too much room in the floorplan due to the large shower, but it would definitely come in handy if you had three people in there.

However, that was not my plan.

"Anna, where do you think you are going?"

"I'm going to take a shower and wipe your cum and our fucking off me." Her voice was defiant, but I could hear fear there as well.

"I don't think there is room for three in there. And we are in a bit of a hurry, so we don't have time for two showers. You can clean off with a washcloth while we shower."

Of anything I had done so far this weekend, I think this pissed her off the most.

"No way. I am not walking around with cum on my face. And my pussy feels like I fucked a fire hydrant last night. And my hair must looked like a fucking trainwreck. I am going to take a shower."

She moved towards the shower, so I moved towards the bed. Picking up Amanda's phone, I made like I was doing something.

Anna saw my reflection in the mirror and whipped around, her quick turn of mood and anger increasing her reputation as a redhead.

"Oh c'mon. Fuck. Fine."

I put down the phone, walked into the bathroom, and handed Anna one of the washcloths. As she stood there, not sure what to do, I pushed my wife into the shower and followed.

The water felt extravagant. It was even better since Anna had to stand there using water from the sink as Amanda and I soaped and rinsed each other under the steaming hot water. 

I wasn't a complete dick though. I offered Anna the soap when we were not using it. I also managed to cop quite a few feels of my gorgeous wife's thin, athletic body, including her A-cup breasts and fantastic ass, though I stopped before things got too serious. We had a long day ahead of us, and I wanted them both on edge, not satisfied.

As the three of us toweled off, I explained the itinerary for the day. I would be choosing their clothes, of course, followed by breakfast.

We would spend the morning walking around, maybe doing some shopping. After lunch we would hit the beach if it was warm enough.

After that we would come back to the hotel, change and find a place for dinner. I did not say what was after dinner, since I assume they knew it would be another sex-filled night.

When we were done drying off and moved back out into the bedroom, I told the girls to get cleaned up and do their makeup first while I got ready and got their clothes out. I let them get their makeup bags, and then shut the door to the bathroom behind them.

I quickly dressed and went into the closet. I could not trust that Anna would bring what I wanted, so I chose her outfits for the weekend out of Amanda's wardrobe at home and brought them with us. Luckily the girls were the same size, although since Anna was a little taller and bustier it meant everything I brought would probably be a little short and tight in key areas.

I had laid out their outfits and was just pulling my own socks and shoes on when Amanda opened the door and asked if they could come out.

I nodded and the door opened fully. Both girls were lightly made up, enhancing their natural beauty. Anna had even put her hair up in a bun, so while it wasn't wet and clean like Amanda's, it did not look like the bedhead it did when she went into the bathroom. Amanda's was still wet, so she let it hang down over her shoulders.

As they stepped out, they both saw the outfits, and I saw Anna relax a little. I think she was concerned at what I might make her wear out in public.

The sundresses I had chosen looked to almost be a matched pair. 

Amanda's was white with a red flowery print on it. It had a halter top that made it tight through the chest with thin straps that met behind her head. The rest of the dress was loose and hung to mid-thigh.

Anna's was white with a green palm leaf print on it that increased in coverage as the dress went down. It was strapless, and was cinched tight down to the waist. On Amanda it fell to mid-thigh, but on Anna it would be a few inches shorter.

After handing each girl her dress, they both headed for their bags, ostensibly to grab underwear.

"Uh-uh. I just handed you what you are wearing today. You can pick out shoes, but nothing else."

Both girls froze, and I saw them trade a look. I moved into the bathroom to get cleaned up and left them to get dressed.

I could hear whispering while I was in there, but when I came out, both girls were dressed. They had both chosen flats to wear, white and red to match their dresses.

"Ready to go?" I asked, and both girls nodded. Amanda's face looked nervous, but Anna looked pissed.

I grabbed my wallet and phone, Amanda grabbed her purse, and Anna stood there still looking angry, knowing she would not be allowed to carry anything.

I walked to the door, touched the handle, and turned around.

"I directed you both to wear nothing but the dress. Is that what you did?"

Both girls nodded again, but Amanda still looked nervous. I was not sure if she was nervous because she was not wearing underwear, or because she was wearing it, so I decided verification was in order.

"Well, I think I need to check. Pull up your dresses."

Both girls looked at me, surprised, so I pantomimed the motion of holding up the front of a skirt.

They both did as I asked, reaching down and pulling their front hem up to their stomach, exposing two bare pussies, just as I had asked.

"Good girls. Now to check the tops."

I took two steps until I was within an arms-length of each of them and unceremoniously slipped my hand into the front of their dress.

Amanda froze, apparently more nervous that I knew she was naked under her dress, while Anna gave me a look of 'happy now' as I proved there was no bra under there either. 

Happy that I had easy access to all their bits and parts, I gave each girl's nipple a tweak, and pulled my hands out. A grin on my face, I turned and opened the door, heading out for a long day of fun.

Being the offseason, not every restaurant was open for breakfast. I had found one hotel that served a brunch a couple blocks away.

Our walk there as uneventful except for the girls' realization that it was windy that day, meaning they had to be on guard at every moment to prevent their dresses from flying up.

At the restaurant, we were shown to a booth. The place was sparsely populated, which was not surprising. As the girls went to sit, I directed one to each side. I slid in after Anna, pinning her in the booth.

As we looked at the menus, the girls discussed how starving they were. After picking out my entree, I lazily kept looking at the menu and slid my left hand up Anna's leg and under her skirt.

She was talking as I did, but cut off abruptly as if to say "What are you doing?"

I ignored her reaction and just lightly stroked her thigh. I could see her giving my wife looks and indicating what I was doing. Amanda just gave a little smile and buried herself in her menu.

Our waitress was a middle-aged woman who took our order pleasantly and departed. After she was gone, I accelerated my touching, riding farther under Anna's skirt until I touched her pussy.

After a few more strokes, I touched both legs to make her open up. She ignored me, so I turned and looked her in the eyes.

Her face showed resentment, but her legs opened. I turned back to the front just in time to see our server return with our drinks.

Our thirst was as large as our hunger, so we all attacked coffee and juice with gusto. Once my initial thirst was quenched, my hand went back under the table. I found Anna's legs closed again,but they opened back up at my touch.

I lazily diddled Anna's pussy, brushing her clit, slipping a knuckle into her, just basically keeping her on a low simmer.

Amanda was aware of what I was doing, so the girls just sat there in silence, letting me play. Finally our food came and I slipped my hand out. I heard Anna gasp from relief as my hand reappeared above the table.

Eating took priority over playtime, and the three of us devoured breakfast, sharing openly among our three plates.

When I was done, I slipped from one side of the table, pushing Amanda into her booth. I think she knew what was coming, because when I slipped my hand under the table, I found her legs were spread. I looked at my wife and she smiled back with a shrug.

Anna looked... sad? that I had moved to the other side of the table and was now playing with her friend instead. I saw her shifting a little bit, rubbing her legs together as if to scratch an itch.

By the time the check came and we departed, both girls were simmering.

Even though it was the offseason the town still got enough foot traffic that a lot of the shops were open.

It took a couple more blocks of walking to get to the shopping area, but with our full bellies it was good exercise. When we got there, I surveyed the area and found what I wanted. Taking the girls' hands, I pulled them down the street and into a swimwear place.

Both girls protested that it was too cold to swim and they had brought bathing suits, but I pointed out the hotel had a pool and hot tub, and I wanted to buy them new suits.

I think they both squirmed a little, knowing what I would pick out for them.

I quickly found two string bikinis and sent them in the back to try them on.

I took a couple more minutes to find more, and then went back there near the fitting rooms.

The shop was being minded by a college-aged guy who was more focused on his phone than us, and the changing area was not visible from the front of the store, so I knew I could have a little fun.

I found a seat just outside the changing rooms where I could see anyone approaching.

Amanda came out first wearing a blue and white striped number. My wife's fantastic body was on full display. The triangles of cloth fully covered her small A-cups, but displayed her lithe, athletic body and trim stomach. The bottom covered about half of her ass. She looked like the 10 she was.

As we were both admiring her in a mirror, Anna came out in a pink number that was almost the same cut. She was a knockout as well. 

I smiled, grinning at the fact I had already nailed both of these beauties and had another day of doing so.

But then I let my evil side take over.

"Girls, you both look great of course, but I made a mistake. I gave the wrong bikini to the wrong girl. Go ahead and switch."

The girls made to go back inside their rooms, but I kept talking:

"No need to go back in. Just do it quick out here."

They both looked at me, mouths aghast. I motioned my hand to swap, so they did, quickly swapping tops and then bottoms.

Their speed caused clumsiness, and I was treated to a full moon of my wife's naked bottom as she bent over to pick up the pink bottom she had dropped.

When they were done and adjusted, I moved between them and looked at all three of us in a mirror.

"Wow, you both look gorgeous. The colors are right now too. But I don't want to buy the first thing you try on. Here are three more each. Go try them on and come back."

The next half-hour was a fashion show of all colors of bikinis. All were cut very daring. I even had Anna try on one that was a V-shape that ran from shoulder to waist, leaving her exposed from belly button to throat.

Every outfit complimented the girl and vice versa, so it was hard to pick a couple.

When the girls had each tried on their last outfit, I told them I had one more each. I handed them the outfit and sent them back in.

Both girls had great bodies and knew it, so each time they came out of the dressing room, even in a bikini, they wore it proudly. This time; however, they both kind of slinked out. Anna even had her hand across her chest.

This bikini was the tiniest of tiny. The top triangles were only a couple of inches across, and barely covered the girls' areolas.

The bottom was just as small, and I could see the top of Amanda's slit peaking out of hers. The back was just a string. It was definitely not something you could wear out in public without causing a scene.

Anna in particular looked uncomfortable. Looking closer, I saw she had tied the top so tight it was probably cutting off circulation. 

I moved closer, touching both girl's bodies, seeing what was covered and what wasn't. I asked how they felt, and Anna blurted out "exposed".

Maximizing the situation, I commented that Anna's white suit was not really the right color for her. I told her to go ask the clerk if he had it in black.




Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 04



Her eyes bugged out, and she said "No fucking way", but I pointed to the front of the store and she went.

Halfway I guess she decided to join the fun and lowered her arm from covering her tits.

I stood where I could see their conversation. The guy barely looked up, but when he did, his eyes bugged out as he stared at this gorgeous redhead standing there basically naked in his store.

I could see his responses were stammered and that he was less than helpful.

Anna returned, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Well, when he could talk between the drool, he said no, these are leftovers from this year's stock and all there is."

"Too bad, you girls looked so good in them." I pointed out two sets each to buy, and sent Anna up front to pay for them with a credit card.

Amanda I grabbed and pulled into the dressing room. First I pulled out my camera and took a couple pictures of her in the mirror, first by herself and then me standing behind her with my hands all over her.

I could feel her melt into my touch, so I pulled the bottom strings on the bikini and let it fall to the ground. Reaching around my wife, I snaked my hand into her pussy and started to diddle her clit while kissing her neck and shoulder.

Amanda watched in the mirror, her arms curled back around my neck as I touched her. The warmup at the restaurant plus the show had gotten her motor going, and it was not long before she started moaning.

She was just getting close when Anna knocked on the door.

"Hurry up you two. I am checked out and dressed."

Amanda groaned out a response, frustrated at the break in attention. I refused to stop, and doubled-up by reaching under her bikini top and pinching her nipple.

My wife climaxed now, losing her balance and leaning forward against the mirror. When she was done, I pulled my hand out and she turned around. We shared a long, sensual kiss before I backed out of the room. I grabbed the micro-bikini on my way out and took it with me.

Going to the front, I paid for it as well, since we had definitely defiled it. Amanda would never wear it out of the house, but that was fine. It would provide a tangible memory of the weekend.

When I was done, Amanda and Anna joined me. Amanda looked sheepish, and Anna looked pissed, but gave the clerk a big grin.

Once we were out of the store, Amanda and I burst out laughing. Anna was less enthused.

"I was so embarrassed. I think he knew what you guys were doing, so I had to distract him. Ughh, and he saw me like that."

"C'mon Anna, just think, you were the highlight of his day. In fact, I bet he jerks off to you tonight."

Anna smiled at that. Like I said, she was competitive, so being a guy's fantasy was a plus.

The rest of the morning was less eventful. The girls did some serious shopping, and I paraded them around on my arm while copping discrete feels on each of them whenever possible.

Lunch was at a small brewpub near the beach. No booths this time, we were seated in the middle of the room, and it was more crowded, so we kept it PG. It was only after I paid the check and we were going to leave that things got interesting.

"I have to pee" Anna said.

"You can't hold it until we get back to the hotel?"

She shook her head like a petulant child, so I shrugged and she headed to the bathroom.

Watching her walk away, ass swishing in the dress, knowing there was nothing under there, I decided a little mid-day fun was in order.

I kissed Amanda on the cheek and told her I needed to pee too. I quickly followed Anna to the bathroom.

The bathrooms were single user, so the door was locked when I got there. I knocked, and told Anna to let me in.

A moment passed, and I was just about to unleash another threat when I heard the door click.

Looking around, I quickly opened the door and slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind me.

Anna had resumed her position on the toilet, clearly upset at this intrusion.

"Can't I even pee in peace?" Her voice was strained. 

I sat on the sink and watched her. She was seated on the toilet, skirt pulled up, legs spread.

She could not, or would not look at me, and I heard nothing happening.

After a minute of nothing, I chuckled. 

"Performance anxiety?"

"I don't like people watching me pee, okay?" I could still hear the strain in her voice. It was the most strained I had heard from her all weekend. Apparently this is what got to her.

"Okay, I will turn around, but I am not leaving." I did as I said and faced the corner, checking my phone. Again I managed to snap a couple pictures as I finally heard the stream of pee start.

When she was finished, I turned around again, just in time to watch her wipe. I grabbed her hand before she could flush, and spun her around so she was backed up to the sink.

My hands slid down, past the high hemline of the sundress, and slipped under it. Sliding back up her hamstrings, my hands stroked her perfect ass, all the while staring her in the eyes.

My hands worked south again and cupped under her ass cheeks. With a grunt I lifted her up and set her on the sink. My wife's redheaded friend was surprised by this, and her hands went to my shoulders.

She left them there as my hands moved down her thighs, around, and then up between them, spreading them and lifting her dress.

She clearly knew what was going to happen, but didn't protest, as I exposed her pussy.

One finger ran up and down her slit, stimulating her genitals, and then the other hand split her lips, opening her up. My finger moved to her clit, starting to rub her bud in circles.

As Anna started to relax, I whispered to her: "Pull your dress down." 

She reached for the hem, and I corrected her: "Not there. The top."

She silently complied, more wanting of my touch than anything else. Her hands grabbed the top hem of the sundress and pulled it down, her tits flopping out.

I dove right in, doubling up my finger work with oral stimulation on her breast.

Anna leaned back, placing both hands on the sink behind her to better orient her tits for my pleasure. I moved from one breast to the other, evening out the action.

My mouth sucked all over her breast before paying special attention to the areola, and even more to the nipple. I could hear Anna's breath go ragged and knew she was well on her way.

I was just switching back to the original breast when one of Anna's hands came around and grabbed my belt, clearly trying to undo my pants.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Getting you out to fuck me." She said it matter-of-factly.

So it was a bit of a surprise when I slapped her tit. I didn't hit her that hard, but on a bare, sensitive area, I was sure it had stung.

"I decide who, when, and what I fuck."

I went right back to sucking her tit. Anna was clearly surprised I had hit her, but complied with my wishes, and her hands stayed put while mine rubbed her pussy.

After a couple more minutes I finally pushed a couple fingers into her pussy, adding another stimulant to the redhead's world.

"Yes" she cried out, a little too loud for my liking.

This time it was a bite, delivered to the side of her breast.

"Be quiet" I said, and went back to sucking her nipple. 

Anna's concentration was broken by my second assault, but she quickly spooled back up. This time she bit her lip, and it was only when she was very close to cumming that audible moans came out again.

She was doing her best to be quiet, so instead of correcting her I sucked harder on her nipples and drove another finger into her.

That was enough, and the pale redhead unleashed her orgasm on me. Her body shuddered, and her legs clamped down on my hands, trapping one inside of her. 

As she shuddered, she lost her grip on the sink and grabbed on to me instead, pulling my head to her chest for balance.

I chuckled as this was the closest I had ever gotten to a hug from Anna, and let her ride out her waves of pleasure.

When she finally relaxed and let me go, I pulled away from her grip. She stayed on the sink, catching her breath.

"Now you can flush" I whispered, and she did.

It took her a minute to re-situate her tits in the dress and smooth the skirt, so I took the time to wash my hands.

We exited the washroom together, as I had no reason to hide what we had done. Unfortunately for Anna, there was a middle-aged woman outside when we came out, and the dirty scowl she gave the redhead was worthy of Anna herself.

I took Anna's hand in mine and strolled through the restaurant, showing off the knockout I had just taken care of in the bathroom. I couldn't see Anna's face behind me, but I am sure she wasn't happy.

Amanda wasn't visible at the front of the restaurant. As I was just pulling out my phone to call her, our waiter walked by.

"Have you seen my wife?" I asked.

He looked at me, and then his gaze went down to my hand, and up to Anna's face. 

"Umm.." Clearly he was confused by my question.

"Oh sorry, this is my girlfriend. My wife is the brunette."

His jaw dropped a little at that, but he pointed out the side door, where I could see Amanda now, looking out over the ocean.

I pulled Anna that way, her willingness to play nice dropping with every step.

When we got outside, Amanda turned and looked at us, holding hands. I could see she wasn't happy.

Other than my wakeup for Anna this morning, this was the first time I had any solo action with either girl. Apparently that was crossing the line to my wife.

Anna must have seen it too, because she decided to drive the wedge in deeper.

"Yeah, he just asked the waiter where his wife was while holding my hand, and then called me his girlfriend. He bit me too." Her hand went to her breast, touching the damaged area.

I knew Amanda was still processing, so I decided to deal with her friend first.

"Would you rather I introduced you as my wife's girlfriend, the one who forced her to cheat on me, and who I was 'renting' for the weekend as revenge? Maybe I could have loaned you to him."

Anna heard the anger in my tone and backed off. Clearly she was coming around to seeing things my way.

I turned to Amanda and saw she was less than angry. I decided to lighten the mood.

"And I bit her because she was too loud. That's why I married you, honey. You know how to keep quiet when I finger you in a dressing room."

Amanda giggled at that, and said "Just fingered?"

"Yup. Anna tell her what happened when you went for my pants."

"He slapped me across the breast."

I shrugged to my wife, who giggled more. 

"Okay ladies, I think it is time to hit the beach. Anna, you are good for what, ten minutes, before you burn?"

The redhead put her 'bitchy' face back on.

"I brought sunscreen."

"Oh good. So maybe fifteen then. Let's go back to the hotel and change."

Situation defused, we headed back to our hotel. It was barely past lunch and each of us had already cum once. It was going to be a long afternoon and night.

A half-hour after our little tiff at the restaurant we departed our hotel room again. The girls were dressed in the string bikinis I had made them 'trade' that morning, pink for Amanda and blue/white stripes for Anna. I let them wear the sundresses over them, as the girls pointed out we could go more places without them looking out of place.

When we got down to the beach, we found it was too windy to do much, and the water was too cold to swim, so we moved back to the hotel's outdoor pool.

Despite being the peak of a gorgeous, sunny day, the pool was empty when we got there. I wondered if the appearance of two bikini-clad twenty-somethings would change that.

After setting out our towels, we went about putting on sunscreen.

I let the girls do each other so I could sit and watch. 

My wife Amanda was already fairly tan, so she didn't need much. I could see the stuff she was putting on Anna was much more serious. When they were done, I told Anna she could put it on me now.

She didn't look happy about it, but applied it pretty well. I had to remind her a couple times as she missed spots. I think that was in the hope I burned.

We sat for a while to let the sunscreen adhere, and then went for quick swim. After that was a nice lay in the sun. 

The arrangement this weekend had been that I always put myself in the middle of the two girls, but this time I let Amanda sit next to her friend, and the girls chatted as I relaxed. It was the most 'normal' we had been all weekend, and the girls finally got their 'girl talk' that had been on hold since I had appeared at the dinner table the night before.

After about an hour I was getting too hot so I decided to take another swim. After doing a couple laps I decided to have a little more fun.

I called the girls to get in, and they shook me off. Not taking no, I climbed out of the pool and ambled over.

I stood between their chairs. The girls were both lying on their backs, heads turned towards each other. As I approached, their conversation trailed off and they both looked at me.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked playfully. Amanda smiled, looked over at Anna, who shook her head no, and then back at me. 

"Sorry honey."

Well, that was unacceptable. I kept smiling as I stepped over to my wife. I easily picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I then turned and headed back to the pool.

"Don't you dare.." She said, just in time to be launched off my shoulder and into the pool. She did manage to get out the start of a scream in the air.

I turned back to the chairs, and approached Anna. The redhead watched my approach like a cornered cat, pulling her legs up, obviously looking for a way out.

She feinted a dash off the chair and I lunged, catching her ankle. As I moved to pick her up as well, she threw her hands up.

"Okay, I will go willingly. Don't fucking throw me in the damn pool."

I backed off, and she stood up and headed towards the pool.

As she approached the edge, where Amanda sat watching, arms draped over the side, Anna suddenly darted away.

Unfortunately for her, I had stayed close, so she only had step on me, a step I quickly made up and caught her around the waist.

Picking her up, I started to carry her back towards the pool. Anna did not give up so easily, and kicked at me with her heels and dug her nails into my arms.

All that earned her was a less-than-graceful dump into the pool. She came up spitting, sputtering, and cussing. There was the Anna I knew.

I executed a perfect pencil dive into the pool and came up next to my wife.

"That wasn't nice, you know" she said, but kissed me anyway. We both laughed as Anna swam over, clearly bent on revenge.

I dove away, and let her chase me around the pool a couple times.

While the girls had the dancing background that gave them grace, dexterity, and balance on land, I had grown up on a lake, swam competitively, and even life-guarded, so in the water, I had the advantage.

The chase ended when I led Anna into the middle of the deep end, and then swam under her. I came up behind her and deftly untied a string of her bikini bottom without surfacing.

I could hear her shriek from underwater, so I quickly departed the area and surfaced near my wife, who was laughing so hard she had a hard time with her balance on the wall.

"He untied my bikini" Anna blurted out as she swam to the wall, one hand underwater holding her coverage together.

I shrugged, and whispered to the poor pale girl now struggling with her tie:

"You might not want to yell so loud. Might attract attention."

Anna's head shot up at that, and she quickly scanned the area to see if anyone had witnessed her undoing.

No one else had appeared, so she went back to tying herself up. When she was done, she moved to climb out.

"Aww, is our game over?" I said, goading her.

"What game?"

"I thought we were playing tag. Aren't you it now?"

Anna dove at me again, and I let her catch me this time. Her hand went to my trunks to try and shorts me, but I was a veteran, and was not undone so easily.

I let her struggle for a minute with my tie before I said "This is the worst handjob ever."

Anna was in full fury now, and the push she gave me was surprisingly strong. I flew off the wall and under water, swallowing a mouthful.

That gave both girls a laugh, and by the time I swam back over Anna's mood had improved.

It improved even more when she used my approach as a diversion to reach over and pull the string on my wife's bikini top.

Amanda quickly ducked down so her exposed breasts were underwater and tied herself back up, but now it was on.

The game quickly devolved into a game of 'tag' where the object was to grope the other participants or pull a string loose.

Halfway through, Anna gave up on her bikini bottoms and let them drift away. that made it harder to grab her, but also made it when you caught her you could probe her.

The game ended with the three of us huddled in the shallow end. I was in a seated position, a girl on each knee. Amanda was fingering Anna's uncovered pussy, I had my hand in my wife's bikini doing the same, and Anna was rubbing my cock through my trunks.

I wasn't sure how much farther it would have gone when we all heard the door to the hotel slam. It was only about 20 feet from there to the gate to the pool area, so we quickly broke apart. 

Anna panicked as she was bottomless and her bikini bottom was at the far end of the pool. I placed my hand on her shoulder reassuringly and dove underwater.

I wanted to be subtle in the retrieval, and swimming the length of the pool and back was no trouble. I just had to be careful not to splash too much when I plucked the bottom from the surface.

The operation was successful, and Anna was able to subtly tie her bottom back on while the newcomers, who turned out to be an older couple, placed their towels on their chairs.

When Anna was done we swam together to the ladder closest to our chairs.

Amanda had already climbed out and was nice enough to be standing at the top with our towels. 

Anna went first, which meant I was treated to a lovely shot of her ass as it broke the surface. Unfortunately, in her panic to re-tie her bikini bottom, she had put it on backwards, which meant that as soon as she left the water the flimsy garment simply slid off.

It was too late to put it back on, so Anna quickly slipped into the towel Amanda was holding out. I stuffed the bottom into the pocket of my trunks and followed.

When I was comfortably in my towel, I turned to see if the older couple had seen our third wheel's wardrobe malfunction. If either had, there was no indication.

Anna was now bottomless, so we couldn't stay at the pool. Amanda and I gathered our things as Anna kept two hands tight on her towel, and the three of us paraded inside.

We had to pass the older couple on the way, and as I trailed behind the girls I saw the man watched them both go and then turned back to me with a big grin on his face. He gave me a nod as if to say 'good work' and then went back to staring at my companions.

I returned his nod and then continued, wondering if his wife was in for a good rogering tonight because of us. I knew I was going to be in for some good fucking myself, plus whatever else it took.



Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 05



It was late Saturday afternoon, quickly becoming Saturday evening. As we sat in the hotel room, drying off and changing from our extra-curricular activities in the hotel pool, I reflect that the weekend was now more than halfway over.

The weekend was all about one thing, Anna, my wife Amanda's friend from high school and one of her bridesmaids, admitting that the fact that she had been wrong to pressure my wife into sex behind my back throughout our relationship, and especially at her bachelorette party.

So far, I had made limited progress towards that goal. I was holding the specter of revealing Anna's wild activities to her employer and coworkers over her head, which earned me a modicum of control, but overall, Anna was still not anywhere near admitting her fault.

I had to kick it up a notch. I told the girls to put the sundresses they had worn earlier that day back on.

I went into the bathroom to pee, and when I came back out, Anna was ready to go, wearing the green and white sundress I had lifted up to finger her to orgasm in a restaurant bathroom at lunch.

The dress was tight on the redhead's top, showing off her dancer's body and long legs. Her b-cups were hanging loosely, and I could tell she had nothing on under the dress.

My wife Amanda was ready as well, though she had to be reminded to remove her bikini bottoms from under her red sundress. I admired her long legs as she did, her long brown hair covering her embarrassed face as she removed the only clothing under her thigh-length dress. I stared at her chest, and convinced myself there was no bra on her A-cups.

As she shot them down her legs and off, my wife asked:

"Where are we going? It's way too early for dinner."

I nodded. "We have one more shopping stop to make."

Poor girls uncontrollably sighed at this. Anna's was defiant, but Amanda just looked tired. 

I looked at my wife, having one of those 'conversations via look' that only couples can.

"Honey, I'm exhausted."

"Are you kidding?"

"Please?"

"Ughh, fine."

"Thanks babe."

With that, Amanda headed towards the bedroom. Anna, oblivious to the language we were speaking, watched her and looked back at me expectantly:

"We're not going?"

I considered my options for a minute.

"No, she is catching a nap so she is ready for tonight's activities. You are still coming with."

I walked into the bedroom to find my wife lying on the bed. She was just settling in. I leaned down and kissed her, whispering "Sweet dreams."

She barely whispered "Thanks" in response before she fell asleep.

I walked back out to find Anna with her arms cross, full 'bitch mode' in effect. What was it going to take to break this girl?

"Let's go." I growled.

This trip was too far to walk. We didn't talk on our way to the car. Anna was trying to silence to her advantage, but I refused to bite. Plus, I had an advantage.

"My car?" She blurted out when I pressed the unlock button and her BMW honked in response.

I nodded, and got in the driver's seat. I could hear the fiery redhead huffing as she got in the passenger's seat.

I pulled out of the hotel and immediately caught a red light.

Without looking, I reached over and began to idly stroke Anna's thigh. She didn't resist, but did nothing to assist.

"Where are we going?" She asked, sounding honestly inquisitive.

"One more stop" I said vaguely.

Being a touristy town, there was a red light at every corner on the main street we were on, and they were timed out of sequence to prevent cars from getting up to speed.

Combined with the Saturday shopping crowd, it meant we spent a lot more time going zero than above it.

I wasn't upset about it. The slow drive gave me plenty of time to tease Anna's nether regions, and by the time we got close to our destination I had the firebox on a nice low simmer, just how I liked.

When I pulled into the parking lot and parked, Anna saw where we were and huffed out a 'Ughh, yuck."

Before she could continue her response, I barked out "Stay here" and quickly jumped out.

Finding an adult store in the town wasn't easy. This one was off the main strip, but its web presence was significant enough I was able to find it.

I hadn't originally planned to have to make this trip, but since Anna had not been remorseful to my liking yet, I decided it was necessary.

Speaking to the proprietor, I was able to quickly procure what I needed. Returning to the car, I put the bag in the trunk and climbed back in.

"What did you get?" Anna asked, sounding sincere.

I looked over at her like she was an idiot.

"I think you will find out."

With that, we repeated the trip back to the hotel. This time Anna tried to situate herself out of range, but a quick nipple pinch correction solved that. By the time we reached the hotel Anna's legs were wide open to my touch, pussy exposed, along with her left breast which I had removed from the sundress.

She was lost in the clouds, not noticing we were parking until her brain realized that both my hands had left her body.

"Clean yourself up." I said as I got out and retrieved my package.

The walk back to the room was uneventful, unless you count my groping of Anna's bare ass in the elevator while an older couple stood in front of us.

By the time we got off, even I could smell Anna's pussy in the air. 

Again, simmering. Just how I liked it.

When we got in the room, we still had over an hour, so I decided some cleanup was in order.

Amanda was still napping, so I sent Anna in to shower while I called to confirm our dinner reservation.

That only took a few minutes, so I took the opportunity to torture the redhead some more. Entering the bathroom, I sat and watched her in the shower.

Since she hadn't showered since arriving in town, my wife's friend found the shower extremely enjoyable. Her luscious red hair hung over her shoulders, its color darkened by the water, contrasting even more than usual with her pale skin.

Her back was arched, pushing out her pale, freckly breasts, slightly upturned, nipples at attention, water rushing over them. Even with her heels flat on the ground her ass was accentuated by her natural curves, topping her long, dancer's legs.

She was absolutely gorgeous, but she knew it, and I think that's why she was such a bitch. She knew guys would give her the benefit of the doubt.

Satisfied that Anna wasn't satisfying herself, I walked back out into the bedroom and awoke my sleeping wife with a kiss.

After our swim, I thought she might want a shower, but she declined. It wasn't until she felt my hand way up under her skirt that she woke up with a sultry "hmm".

I guess the nap had restarted her motor, because I put her on a simmer too, before Anna emerged from the bathroom.

She was wearing a towel around her head, and a second around her body.

I shook my head 'no' at her, and she scowled, but removed the lower towel, exposing her freshly washed body to my sullying eyes.

Anna went to her bag and pulled out some type of lotion, which she started applying to her legs. It wasn't meant to be a sexually arousing act, but considering how hot she was, almost anything she did naked would be.

"Anna, I am a little disappointed. I thought I had given you enough moisturizer already?"

That earned me another look from Anna, but a giggle from my wife.

Since they were both engaged, I decided to unveil their outfits for the evening. While the sundresses were 'decent' and hadn't received too much protest, I expected some resistance this time.

My wife I liked to dress in red, and tonight was no exception. The dress Amanda would be wearing was short and tight, barely covering her ass. The top was split in half, leaving her breastbone exposed to well below her breasts, and tying behind her head, hanging loosely over her chest. If not properly maintained, what time she didn't spend covering her ass would be spent covering her tits. The fabric was stretchy, so it would form-fit her gorgeous frame, and I knew it would be a hit with any guy we saw.

Anna's dress was gray. The color was perfectly neutral and contrasted nicely with both her hair and her skin.

The dress had to be pulled on, it was also stretchy, which meant it was tight in all the right places. The top half was basically a giant loop of material that started behind her neck and looped over her breasts.

The way the top was done meant her back was mostly exposed. The only thing holding the bottom half up was about 6" of fabric across her stomach that connected the loop to the skirt. The bottom half was stretched tight around her ass, but again, one tug. The skirt ran to mid-thigh.

I could see that neither girl was taken with her dress, but I knew every guy we saw would be.

I quickly pushed them to get dressed, and when they were, inspected them, tugging her and there.

They both looked gorgeous, albeit slutty.

While they did their hair and makeup I changed into a suit. 

When they were finished, I told them both to pick out their shoes. I took the opportunity to unpack my bag from the adult store.

When the girls were properly heeled, I handed each a box. They each opened them and sighed, clearly not happy with what they were given.

"Well, you wanted to wear panties. So I got you panties". 

Anna's were a sheer, black thong. I don't think her objection was to that. I think her objection was to fact that the panties contained a vibrator. A vibrator that I now demonstrated for her by pressing the remote in my pocket.

"If you are a good girl, I will give you the remote" I said, ignoring her response and turning to my wife.

Amanda's box contained a pair of panties as well. But her's was a 'strap-in'. They were red, matching her dress, and pretty small cut, but contained a snap on the inside of the crotch where a black dildo was mounted. 

"Don't worry honey, I didn't buy the deluxe model with the butt plug. And if you are a good girl, maybe I will let you turn it inside out so you can fuck Anna with it."

I chuckled, seeing the girls' disgust. At this point; however, they knew better than to argue, and proceeded to don their assigned underwear.

Anna's thong showed no lines, but Amanda's dong required more support, and the panty lines across her ass were clearly visible.

It was even more obvious that something was up when my normally sure-footed wife nearly waddled down the hallway to the elevator.

Once there, I could see her fidgeting with the panties, trying to make the phallic invader as comfortable as possible.

In the elevator, I goosed the remote and was rewarded with Anna nearly jumping out of her shoes. I chuckled, but we decided to turn the dial down a little. After all, the goal was to stimulate her, but not so much it was obvious.

Amanda's gait did not improve in the lobby, and even though the restaurant was not far away, I decided it would be better to drive.

This time we took our car, since Anna's backseat was tighter than her ass. Well, probably it was. I planned to find out later in the night.

Getting in the car proved to be difficult for Amanda. She sat shotgun, and watching her shifting in her seat concerned me.

"Don't like that cock?" I asked playfully.

"No, its not that. The straps, they cut into me. But if we loosen them, the damn thing will rattle around inside me."

I could hear the pain in my wife's voice, and felt empathy. While she was being punished, I didn't want to cause her physical pain for no reason.

"Okay, take it off." 

There was a heartbeat afterwards where both girls said nothing. I think they were both surprised I had shown pity like that. Once they recovered, both spoke at once:

Anna blurted out "Me too?" while Amanda said "I'm sorry, don't be mad."

Their reactions showed me which girl was properly penitent, and which one still needed some work.

Stopping hard at yet another red light, I reached over and stroked my wife's legs.

"Yeah, it was supposed to be pleasurable, but if it's only painful, take it off."

I paused, looked back at Anna, then back at my wife, who was trying to slip the contraption off her without unbuckling.

"You two can share the vibrating set. Anna now, and Amanda later."

That gave both girls a pause. They both knew how short their dresses were, and going commando was a recipe for them flashing their clams.

The rest of the drive was silent. At the restaurant we parked, and just like earlier, I put a girl on each arm on the way in.

My early reservation plus a 20 in the hands of the maitre d (yeah, it was the offseason) meant that we got the type of seating I wanted: A round booth.

I don't think either girl realize the possibilities of this table, but I did. I motioned for Anna to sit first, and then Amanda behind her.

I slid in the other side, all the way in until my hip nearly touched Anna's.

"Amanda, be a dear and slide around."

My wife did as I asked. Keeping her body close to the table so as to not to stand up and draw attention, she swiveled her hips around the table, into the other side of the booth. Halfway around, she realized that this position exposed her nearly bare backside and pussy to the world, and her hand whipped around to push her skirt down.

Since I was facing the room, I could see that several pairs of eyes were locked on our table and caught my wife's show.

I met eyes with one distinguished-looking gentleman a couple tables over. He nodded his head in salute, and I did the same, then took the opportunity to lean over and kiss my wife deeply. 

When we released, I turned towards Anna. Correctly predicting the look of disgust on her face, I instead pressed the remote button, and watched her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure.

The restaurant was a higher-end steakhouse. As I expected, the wait-staff was exclusively male. Our waiter was Mediterranean, dark, curly hair and swarthy skin. He looked to be about thirty, and I was sure he had quite a few notches on his bedpost.

When he arrived at our table, I could see his eyes light up at these two gorgeous twenty-something in scantily-clad attire. I could see him looking around the table, trying to figure out which girl was mine and which wasn't. He was probably planning to turn on the charm and see if he could get a set of digits for later.

Unfortunately for him, I was feeling possessive, and I ordered wine for the table without either of the girls giving input. Not that either was really capable.

Amanda had become quite shy since she had mooned the restaurant, a fact I pointed out to her, along with several of her admirers.

Anna was normally quite engaged and authoritative, but she was currently focused on the sensations in her pussy which I had triggered as the waiter approached.

It wasn't until he left and I switched it off that she blurted out "ohmigod" and took a sip of water.

I chuckled now, enjoying the redhead's discomfort.

I repeated the trick when the waiter returned with the wine, though this time Anna was able to blurt out a "Thank you" when her glass was poured.

After two trips with not even eye contact, the waiter left, clearly confused.

I shut the vibrator off again, and leaned over to my wife's friend.

Slipping my hand up her skirt and into the thong she wore, my finger checked her pussy for wetness as I whispered in her ear:

"Which would you prefer, to cum now, here, in the middle of the restaurant, or wear it through the meal. I would only turn it on intermittently, and never let you get close to cumming."

Anna bit her lower lip. I could see her willpower crumbling. I had been playing with her body since lunch, but not let her cum since our tryst in the bathroom. I was sure I had almost broken her defenses.

"I-i want to cum." Her voice was small and unsure, not like her usual self.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I want to cum."

"Ask nicely."

"Let me cum. Please let me cum."

Hmm, well, just so you know, if you choose to cum now, Amanda will have to wear those panties all meal, while you are left to... air out. Are you going to do that to your friend?"

Anna nodded now. 

"Look at her, Anna. Look at her and say it."

Anna looked up at my wife. Amanda stared back, eyes wide. She knew what I had said, and looked terrified.

"Sorry Mandy. But I-I need... I can't do it anymore."

Now up to this point, Anna had only apologize for attempting to rip the phone from my hands last night, but never for her transgression that landed her in this predicament.

Leaning in closer, I spoke very low, but forcefully, so that only Anna would hear me.

"So, you cunt, you apologize to your friend for pleasure, but you won't apologize to me for nearly breaking up my marriage."

I didn't give her a chance to respond, just hit the remote to turn the vibrator on full blast.

To this point, we had only run it halfway, so when it went full-bore, even buried between Anna's legs under the table, it was visibly audible, like a cellphone.

Anna's hands gripped the edge of the table as her pleasure overtook her. To her credit, she didn't make a noise, though with her eyes closed, biting her lips, head thrown back, it was fairly obvious what was happening.

When she finally exhaled, indicating her orgasm was finished, her hand reached out, slapping my arm. I turned the vibrator off, and Anna inhaled deeply, finally catching her breath.

"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Take your panties off and bring them back."

Her relief was visible, and Anna nodded and rushed out of the booth.

Amanda inhaled sharply, and I turned to see that Anna's excretions has left a damp spot on the back of her dress. 

I bit my hand to keep from laughing.

The waiter returned again, this time to take our food order. 

"Where is your ..." He said, motioning towards Anna's place.

"In the bathroom" I replied, cutting him off. I knew he was trying to get me to indicate our relationship, but I ignored him.

I ordered food for all three of us and sent him on his way.

Anna returned a few minutes later. She had discretely folded up the thong and carried it, and she now slipped it to me under the table.

Amanda had her purse with her, so she stuffed the thong in her purse and took her own trip to the bathroom.

Anna had done her best to clean up, but the smell of pussy does not dissipate easily, and it found its way back to the booth with her.

My hand slipped under the table and onto Anna's leg, but when I approached her pussy again, she blurted out:

"Please don't."

Surprised at her challenge, I replied "Why shouldn't I?"

"I-I'm still close. And if I cum again, I will ruin this dress."

I could hear her honesty in her voice, so I decided to change the subject slightly.

"Anna, have you ever worn a buttplug?"

I saw her face screw up, and she shook her head no.

"Never. Not even during sex?"

Again, a no.

"Hmm. But you have been fucked back there."

This got a nod.

"DP?"

I got a shrug as a response.

"What does that mean?"

"I was on top of a guy and he stuck his finger in my ass once. Another time, Amanda used two dildos on me at the same time." 

Her confidence was returning now. She did enjoy using her experience, particularly with my wife, against me.

Our conversation was broken by my sighting of Amanda returning from the bathroom.

I wondered the range of the remote, so I pressed the button. The range wasn't good, because my wife kept walking towards us. About 20' from the table I saw her pause, and suddenly her eyes became very big. I turned off the vibrator, and she continued her walk back, though it was less a strut and more of a skulk.

Sliding back in the booth, both hands on her skirt to hold it down, she slid in next to me.

"Ohmigod" she whispered, clearly uncomfortable.

"Amanda, Anna and I were just discussing her experience with all things backdoor. She said you once put two dildos in her at once?"




Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 05



My wife nodded, her eyes not raising to meet mine.

I leaned in close to her now, and stroked her hair.

"Honey, you look gorgeous. Sit up nice and confident. Curling up won't stop the vibrator."

Amanda closed her eyes, and then did as I asked, sitting up nice and straight. I leaned in and gave her a kiss. She responded, but coldly.

Dropping my previous question, I continued my anal interrogation.

"So we covered things going in. Oh wait, ever gotten your ass eaten?"

Anna shook her head.

"I assume that means you haven't given a rimjob either?"

Another shook head, this one with a little disgust in it.

"So you won't put your mouth on it. How about your fingers?"

"Sure. Want me to stick a couple up there right now?" Anna had obviously recovered enough her mouth was back.

Not wanting to undo the work of today, I simply pressed the remote. My wife started as if shocked.

I smiled at Anna, letting her know she caused that.

Her face screwed up.

"I think we covered what might be your cleanest hole, usage wise. What else is there? Oh, how about a titty-fuck. Ever squeeze a dick between your freckly little vanilla mounds?"

Anna shrugged, and I saw I might have hit a nerve. So I had to exploit that.

"Are they too small? They shouldn't be."

Anna didn't respond, so I pressed further.

"No, c'mon, they aren't too small. Press them together for me."

Anna looked at me, refusing to bite.

I leaned in close again, whispering just loudly enough that my wife could here.

"Listen Red, if you don't want to play, that's fine. But then I am going to turn the remote on and drop it under the table. Think you can find it before Amanda causes a scene?"

I looked over at my wife, who looked horrified at this suggestion. Looking back at Anna, I could see she was measuring me. She stared, then sat back and crossed her arms, daring me.

"No-no, Anna. Up and together." I pantomimed pushing tits together, but all I got was her patented stinkface.

Shrugging, I pulled the remote out, holding it up so both girls could see it. Dropping my hand below the table, I turned the vibrator on low, which once again reduced Amanda to a frozen statue. My hand then came out from under the table again, this time with no remote.

Anna comprehended what I had done, and looked across the table at her friend. They locked eyes, Amanda's big and fearful, Anna's surprised.

The redhead broke their gaze and dove under the table at my feet. Only my hand on her arm prevented my wife from joining her.

Once Anna was under the table, I took the opportunity to reach in my pocket and turn off the remote, which I had hidden there. I then unzipped my fly.

Pulling my cock out, I reached farther under the table. Anna was just out of reach, frantically searching for a remote she would not find. She shifted towards me, and I caught her hair.

With two hands I redirected her head until her nose bumped into my cock. Softly but firmly holding it there, I waited for her to get the hint.

When she didn't right away, I pulled the remote out and dangled it there in front of her eyes, showing her she had been fooled.

The fiery redhead still didn't 'bite', so I reached around her head to the back of her neck and forced her closer.

Finally she did as I requested and took my cock into her mouth.

Now, in her haste to save her friend, Anna didn't realize that her position under the table, plus her short dress, plus her lack of panties, meant that she was now pointing her bare ass out towards the room.

Now our table was pretty large, but even so, Anna's high heels had to be almost sticking out from underneath.

So after a minute or two of fellatio, when our waiter returned with dinner, he had no doubt as to where the redhead was, or what she was doing.

I doubled-down by triggering the vibrator again, which I matched by stroking my wife's leg.

With my free hand, I directed our waiter to place dinner. He did pretty well not to react to the girls, but I saw him look over his shoulder when he walked away, shaking his head.

Since dinner was served, I tapped Anna on the head, and she climbed back up into her seat.

The rest of the meal proceeded in a more orderly fashion. Amanda wore the vibrator the rest of the meal. I never let her cum, never let her get too engaged.

It wasn't until after coffee and dessert that I had her take it off and store it in her purse. I preferred to walk out with both girls airing out their nether regions.

Originally the plan was to go to a club after dinner, but even though the thought of watching the girls grind together was extremely alluring, I had shown them off enough for the day, and I preferred to get a private show.

Anna was made to put on the vibrating panties in the car for the drive back, and by the time we got the room I think she was dripping on the floor.

The second the door closed she started to tear the panties off, clearly afraid I would unleash the buzzing terror on her again.

"Ohmigod I am so wet" she said, holding her dress up, airing out her snatch.

Amanda hung near the door, clearly waiting for direction.

I grabbed the office chair and pulled it to the middle of the room. Grabbing Amanda's phone, I put it on a 'dance' station she liked, and turned up the volume. I then sat in the chair, and turned towards the girls.

"Well, I bought you dinner, which should earn me a lapdance or two. Who's up first?"

Anna, always the competitive one, stepped forward.

The dress's stretchy material made for great fun, and Anna stretched it as she pleased to expose or hide all of her parts. That, combined with her top-shelf body, dancer's flexibility and rhythm, and the fact that I was worked up too made for a great show.

Now, most times when you get a lapdance the dress comes off but everything else stays on, but since the dress was all Anna had, it didn't take long before I was getting bare breasts in the face and bare pussy rubbed on my leg.

The first song finished, but Anna wasn't done. As the second song started, I slapped her ass, harder than I needed to, and told her it was Amanda's turn.

Now this wasn't the first time my wife had danced for me, so her show was more prepared than Anna's. Just like fucking, her striptease had the comfortable rhythm of two long-term lovers.

By the end of her song, Amanda was on her knees, and my pants were unzipped.

As the third song started, I motioned for Anna to rejoin us.

I was quickly overwhelmed by the amount of places I could caress. I have no idea how many songs it was before I ended up with both girls on my lap, each straddling a leg. Anna was on my left, facing away from me, her ass against my hip. My left arm snaked around her and my hand was hard at work on her pussy. My wife was on my right leg, facing towards me. We were making out, and my right hand cupped her ass, kneading the tight flesh.

Amanda's left hand was around my neck for balance, and her right was slowly caressing my dick. Anna's left hand was there too, focused more on my balls, while her right hand diddled Amanda's pussy. Her face was in her friend's shoulder.

It was when I felt my wife get close to cumming that I realized I needed to get out of this suit before I ruined it.

I slapped each girl's ass, and when they didn't move, I stood up, dumping them both on the floor.

Stripping off my clothes, I took each girl's hand and headed towards the bedroom.

Now, as a guy, I knew I was only good for two shots tonight, so I had to conserve my bullets. So when we got to the bed, I motioned for both of them to hop on.

"Okay girls, show me how you 69. Last girl to cum gets fucked."

Anna looked surprised that I was giving her free rein like this, but she and my wife quickly coupled into a sideways 69.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching them go at it. I realized that depending on when they started, Anna may have been doing this to my wife for ten years. That thought darkened my mood and gave me the motivation to finish what I had started.

As I watched, I concluded that the girls had decided that in this prisoner's dilemma, the best course of action was to slow-play. Both were performing oral sex, but neither was trying especially hard to make the other cum.

I decided to shorten the process, and walked back to the other room.

I came back with my hands full. To Anna I handed the dildo which Amanda had worn to the car earlier. She quickly stuff it in my wife's snatch, which earned her a loud moan and put her in the lead.

However, that lead quickly evaporated when I handed Amanda the vibrator. The remote I kept for myself, and I positioned where I could watch Anna's face.

Her eyes widened when she felt the cold rubber against her clit, but it was nothing compare to the thrashing she gave when I turned the vibe on.

It took both of Amanda's hands to keep the toy on Anna, and soon Anna gave up on pleasuring my wife and instead gave in to the vibrations that coursed through her.

Anna's hands had twisted in the bedsheet as she came, shrieking her pleasure ot the world.

She followed that up with more moans and grunts, until finally it was too much and she pushed Amanda's hand away and collapsed on the bed.

I said nothing, I simply climbed up on the bed, slipped behind my prone wife, and entered her. The dildo had loosened her up, and I slid right in.

We quickly reached a good rhythm of fucking, though a part of my attention was on Anna. When she finally came to, I grabbed the dildo and threw it in her lap.

She looked at me and went to insert it into herself.

"No-no. That's not for you."

The redhead looked at me, confused now.

I pulled out of my wife with a 'plop' and sat back.

I patted my lap, and my wife climbed up on top me, riding me cowgirl.

After a few strokes, I shifted my body, pulling Amanda forward. When she was prone on top of me, I reached around her ass and pointed to her hole.

"Here, Anna. Make yourself useful and put it here."

Anna's visage gave a little stinkface at the thought of inserting the dildo into her friend's ass, but she complied.

Some spit lube and orders to my wife to relax and the head of the dildo popped into her ass.

I felt something shift when that happened, but it wasn't until a few more inches were in that I could feel that my cock had a neighbor.

Once we were both buried deep enough inside of her, I grabbed my wife's hips and pulled her towards my head. When I felt the dildo catch on her sphincter I pushed back.

It took a couple more strokes, but Amanda got the hint, and soon my wife was rocking back and forth, both her orifices filled.

I could see on her face that the sensations were fantastic, and it wasn't long before my beautiful wife went off.

I wasn't far behind, and when she wasn't able to continue, I took over, fucking her from below until my orgasm hit.

As i said earlier, I had all my loads for the weekend planned, so nutting in my wife was no mistake. This one was going to be a secondhand snack for Anna.

When I was done, I pulled out, and Amanda flopped over next to me.

Anna sat there, holding the dildo. She wasn't moving to do anything, so I gave her orders.

"Anna, do something."

She still looked confused, and got up from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning the dildo?" The fact it came as a question showed me she had no conviction.

"Goddamnit, do something useful. If you want to clean something, clean my cock."

The redhead's reaction was less defiant than apologetic, and she set the dildo on the floor before climbing back up.

She climbed between my legs and took my deflating member into her mouth.

I rewarded her with a light slap on the cheek.

"I said clean. Didn't anyone ever teach you to clean a cock?"

She froze. For the first time all weekend, she froze, unsure what to do. 

"Use that ginger tongue of yours to lick the cum off my cock, and my wife's juices too. I want my cock to be so clean you could perform surgery with it."

The girl who laughed in my face at the beginning of the weekend complied, licking and sucking at my cock, taint, and entire crotch area.

She actually did a pretty good job, and so when she was done, I felt bad about scolding her for it. But I did.

"Ughh, I am still all sticky. You were terrible. Just for that, you can clean Amanda too. Suck all of the cum out of her while she sits on your face. And don't you dare spill a drop."

With that, I got up off the bed. I watched, making sure the girls got into position, and then left the room. The dildo really did need to get cleaned, and I wasn't busy.

When I came back, there were still there. Amanda was on her knees, holding on to the headrail, facing it.

Anna was under her, her hands and mouth attacking my wife's pussy, a loud slurping noise filling the room.

I looked closely and saw Anna was also diddling my wife's clit.

That was against orders, so I slapped her hand away.

"Did you get it all?" I asked, and my wife's friend nodded.

I tapped my wife's ass to make her dismount. When she did, I grabbed her and stuck my middle finger up her pussy.

I swished it around and pulled it out. I held it up where the girls could see. 

"Does that look like cum to you?"

They both froze, afraid to answer. In reality, it just looked like pussy juice to me, but I waited to see what they would say.

Neither spoke. Both of their heads and eyes were down, nice and demure.

"Well, just to make sure, Anna, get back in there. And Amanda, I want you to clean her pussy out as well, in case I decide to use that hole."

Amanda climbed back on the bed, and the girls situated themselves back in a 69. Anna really hadn't moved, so Amanda was on top of her this time, her ass pointed to the headboard.

The sight of the girls going at it again got me going, and before long, I wanted in.

Our talk earlier at dinner had focused me on fucking Anna's perfect ass, so when I was ready to join, I told the girls to flip over.

They complied, and now it was Anna's ass sticking up in the air, though it was pointed towards the foot of the bed, making it accessible.

I lined up behind her, and entered her pussy. All of our actions and her earlier orgasm left her soaked, and I entered her easily.

I just reached a good rhythm, and heard her start to moan into my wife's pussy when I pulled out.

Anna froze, wondering what was next.

I didn't tell her, I simply reached over and grabbed the lube I had placed on the floor. This was another pickup from the adult store. Normally Amanda and I didn't need any, but then again, anal wasn't normally on the menu.

I coated my cock and Anna's asshole in lube, and then held my slippery snake at her rear entrance.

I played around a little bit, poking her starfish lightly, chuckling at the slipperiness that the lube provided.

I guess my playing was annoying Anna, because suddenly she blurted out "Just do it already."

I smiled a little, enjoying her frustration, but I did as she asked, and popped my dick into her poop chute.

Anna's ass was as tight as I expected, and it took some more lube to fully penetrate her bowel.

When I was in, I grabbed the dildo and handed it to Amanda, telling her to stick it in the firebox.

It took her a minute, but finally Anna got her DP, with a dildo in her firebox and a cock in her firepit.

The view of the whole situation was fantastic. Anna's top-shelf ass was split in half by my cock, her asshole stretched tight around me. I wish I had grabbed my camera, to capture the memory.

Unfortunately, that wasn't within reach, but something else was close. I grabbed the vibrator and handed it to Amanda, and when we added that to the equation, it wasn't long before both Anna and I were close to cumming.

She came first, a huge explosion of sound and thrashing. It also tightened her holes, which meant my cock was trapped in her ass. I could barely slide in and out, so I buried it as deep as I could.

My wife had not pulled the dildo or vibrator out, so even without any motion, the vibrations coming through Anna were enough to put my over the edge.

My cock buried deep inside the redhead, I came in her bowel just as Anna came down from her own orgasm.

I could feel her disgust even without seeing her face as I unloaded in her exit.

When I was done, I plopped on the bed next to the prone redhead.

I looked over at Anna, expecting a feisty comment, but seeing something else. Was that shame?

All three of us lay there on the bed, not moving. I knew Anna was close to breaking. But I was spent. What could I do to push her over?

As I was frantically trying to think of something, I felt my wife shift and get up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, my question also an indictment.

"I-i have to pee" she said, head bowed, her voice ashamed.

That was it! Anna had been embarrassed when I watched her pee earlier. I could only imagine how she would feel if...

"Good timing. You need to pee, and Anna needs to clean off."

Neither girl said anything, but I was sure both were wondering how that was good timing.

"Let's go" I said, and stood up. I led both girls to the bathroom.

Amanda immediately turned to use the toilet, but I stopped her.

"Anna, get on your knees in the shower. Amanda is going to clean you."

Anna's eyes were wide. There was real fear in her eyes. But she complied, kneeling in the shower, facing the spigot.

"No-no, face me. Face us." 

She turned. I think she now knew what was coming.

Amanda still didn't, and it took some convincing to coax her into position. She faced her friend, standing at the edge of the shower.

"Well?" I asked. Amanda looked at me, confused.

"Pee." I said. 

She turned to go back to the toilet, and I pulled her back.

"Pee." I said again. Amanda froze, and looked at Anna now.

"In front of her?" She squeaked out.

"No. On her. I want you to give Anna a golden shower."

This whole time, Anna kneeled in the shower, head down. When I said 'golden shower' I saw her wince, as if it confirmed what she feared.

I pointed from Amanda's crotch to Anna's body, and then back again.

My wife stood there, frozen. She clearly didn't want to, but I wasn't going to give her an option.

I turned on the sink, knowing the rushing water would exacerbate Amanda's need to relieve herself.

We all stood there, waiting, but Amanda still wouldn't pee.

The water had an effect on me though, so finally I decided to pinch-hit.

"Do you want me to show you how its done?" I turned towards Anna myself, holding my soft cock out.

I was just about to try and pee when my wife grabbed my arm. I turned towards her, and saw she was using me to balance myself. Seconds later, a stream of pee flew out of her.

I knew she wasn't trying, but her aim was fantastic. Anna was still facing the floor, so the stream of pee hit her hair and forehead.

I reached forward and lifted Anna's chin, putting her face right in the line of fire, so to speak.

Her eyes were closed tight, mouth pursed, but still the pee came.

As my wife's bladder emptied, her distance shortened, and soon the pee fell on Anna's chest. As it dipped lower, I pushed Anna back yet again. Her hands went behind her as she sat back. My wife's pee fell on her friend's crotch now, and finally the stream petered out.

When it did, we all stood there frozen for a moment. I could feel in the air something had changed.

I really did have to pee now, so I lined up myself towards Anna. My wife didn't want to watch and went to wipe herself at the toilet. Only Anna still froze, awaiting her second shower in as many minutes.

My stream was stronger, and my aim was better, so I was more strategic in my aim.

I didn't just hit Anna's face, I splashed both eyes and her mouth. 




Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 05



"Open your mouth" I said. When she didn't comply the first time, I pinched myself off.

Anna opened her eyes when the spray stopped, and saw me there, weapon aimed.

"Open your mouth" I said, more forcefully this time.

This time she complied, and I ran a stream from her chest up to her mouth. When some splashed inside, her natural reaction was to close her mouth. I held myself again, and she opened up again for a second spritz.

My bladder was nearly empty after that, so i barely had time to hose down her chest and pussy again before my dick petered out.

I stepped closer to Anna, whose eyes were still screwed shut, and slapped my floppy dick across her cheek.

"Clean me off."

She opened her mouth, thinking I wanted an oral cleaning.

I swung my hips away from he face.

"My dick has been covered in two pussies, lube, plus whatever lurks in your ass. Use a washcloth."

The broken redhead arose from her kneeling position, grabbed a new washcloth, wet it, and applied it, wrapping it around my dick.

She actually did a really good job at cleaning off my entire crotch. I was surprised and impressed at her diligence. Her cleaning was just that, a cleaning, but the glee I was experiencing after finally breaking the fiery redhead meant it was still enough that my cock started to harden.

I guess desecrating the redhead really got me going, because usually I was only good for two bullets and then my gun was empty.

I turned to see that my wife had left the bathroom and gone back to the bed.

Anna still knelt in front of me, her hair partially soaked and her skin glistening from the piss.

Her whole demeanor was defeated, but that wasn't enough.

"Say it." When I spoke, she finally raised her eyes to mine.

My visage was stern. We both knew what had occurred, she just needed to acknowledge it.

"I'm sorry." The words were small, but their meaning big.

"Sorry for what?"

"I am sorry for fooling around with Mandy behind your back. And forcing her to continue to do so."

"Thank you. Tomorrow when you leave, your debt will be paid."

Anna nodded. Her eyes went back to the floor.

"Stay there" I said, and quickly darted out of the room.

Grabbing my phone, I went back in. Before Anna could look up and see what I was doing, I snapped a couple pictures of her kneeling there in the shower.

"I want to document the moment so you don't forget."

I turned to leave, and spoke over my shoulder.

"Turn the shower on. You are disgusting right now. You need to clean up."

I left to go put my phone away. Before I did, I emailed the photos to myself so they couldn't be deleted locally.

That done, I re-entered the bathroom. 

Anna was still sitting on the floor, the water spraying over her body.

I stood outside the shower and watched as she let the water rush over her. I am sure after the last couple hours, the water was cleaning her emotionally as well as physically.

I grabbed a washcloth and leaned over, assisting her with the cleaning of her pussy and ass.

When that was done, I told her to stand up.

When she did, I turned her against the well, and entered the shower. I lined her up, entering her from behind.

Like I said, I was in uncharted waters with a third round, but the sexiness of the redhead, plus the knowledge that I had broken her will to mine, meant I was going to push my cock as far as I could take it.

Anna had to go up and her tiptoes to let me enter her, so we could only fuck for so long before her body kept drooping down and my cock popped out.

Showertime was over, so I reached back and shut off the water.

"Go bend over the sink and I will give you the fucking you wanted earlier."

Anna did as she was told, and soon our wet bodies were joined again.

I watched her face in the mirror over the sink as I pistoned into her from behind. I could see that she was getting little joy from it. After all the fucking we had done, her pussy was probably sore, but her face showed she was resigned to doing whatever I wanted.

I decided to throw her a bone, so I pulled out of her. Grabbing her arm, I spun her around, and grabbing her ass, lifted her up onto the sink.

Now her entire front was available to me, so I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples in to my mouth as I guided my cock back into her pussy.

A long moan escaped Anna's lips, and I could feel her get more into our copulation.

I continued to suck, kiss, caress, stroke, and whatever else I could do to her breasts with one hand and one mouth, and soon I felt the redhead start to spasm.

When she was close, I pulled away from her chest, though my cock kept fucking her slowly.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked in a neutral tone.

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Then you need to ask."

"Can I cum?" She blurted out, clearly wanting release.

"Ask nicely." I said, stopping my fucking so she got no stimulation.

"Please may I cum?" She asked again, her need evident.

I paused for a second, letting her squirm, before I leaned in and sucked one areola whole into my mouth. My hand went to her second breast and grabbed and twisted her nipple.

The sudden assault on her sensitive breasts plus the fast strokes I started to fuck her with were enough to send Anna over the edge, and my wife's gorgeous red-headed friend screamed out her orgasm.

Her exhaustion meant this scream wasn't as loud or long as some of the others she had made, but it was satisfying none the less, and when she was done, she collapsed back on the sink.

I didn't stop fucking her, but was considering how I was going to finish. My wife was sound asleep in the bed, I saw that when I went to get my phone. Anna was almost out as well, but I was more willing to push her past her limits.

"Anna, I am not done." 

Exhausted as she was, the copper-top lifted herself to her elbows and looked down as our copulating parts.

"I can keep fucking, but not here" she said, the pain in her back evident.

Agreeing, I grabbed her thighs and lifted her. My cock popped out, but it was close enough as I carried her naked body out into the room.

Since Amanda was sleeping in the bed, I headed out towards the couch.

I set Anna's pale body on the edge, hanging her ass off where I could easily enter her again.

As I lined up once more, Anna spoke.

"Charlie, do you want to titty-fuck me?"

I paused, my cock at the entrance to her snatch, and thought about it.

Our earlier conversation on the subject had ended poorly, so before we continued, I wanted to know why.

"First you need to tell me if you have ever been tit-fucked."

Anna shook her head no.

"Why not?"

"I tried once, and the guy laughed at me. Said that was for women with real tits, not a flat-chested little girl like me."

Anna would never normally admit a secret like that, so I saw that our relationship had deepened in more ways than one.

Still, I didn't want to go soft so soon after breaking her, so I had to respond without coddling her, but without repeating the insult either.

I climbed up onto the couch and straddled her chest. She pushed her tits together, and I slid my pussy-soaked cock up in between.

Reaching down and covering her hands with my own, I rubbed her nipples in circles while sliding my dick up and down.

Her tits weren't large enough to fully encircle my member, but they provided more than enough friction to stimulate me, and Anna was more than willing to suck the tip in her mouth at the top of each stroke.

Looking down at the gorgeous redhead who was focused on my pleasure instead of her own, and even outside her comfort zone was enough to drive me towards the edge.

My mauling of Anna's tits was exciting her too, and she was moaning every time there wasn't a cock in her mouth.

This time, I went first, and I pulled back and painted her tits again with my third load of the night.

I was surprised how large it was, considering, though it wasn't there long before Anna rubbed it into her tits.

Her fingers went to her mouth to clean them off, and her other hand headed south. I guess she planned on finishing herself off.

I grabbed that hand and pulled it away.

"I told you to ask."

"Please may I cum?" She asked.

I didn't release her hand, and instead pulled her to her feet.

Anna looked around, confused.

"No, you may not. You were told to ask. Since you did not, you don't get to cum."

"But..." 

"No excuses. And to keep you honest, you will sleep on the floor of our room tonight. Grab your pillow and sheet."

Anna couldn't believe me, but followed.

I watched her, and headed towards bed myself, completely spent.

"And if I catch you cumming tonight without my permission, I will force you to be a toilet tomorrow morning as well. Got it?"

Anna nodded, clearly not liking that idea.

"But if you don't, I will make sure you get two nice big orgasms before breakfast."

With that, I fell into bed, grabbed my wife, and passed out.

I awoke Sunday morning to the lovely sensation of a soft, feminine hand playing with my cock.

I cracked an eye and saw it was my wife, who was using my fuckstick as a trigger to wake me up in a nice manner.

When she saw I was awake, she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand was still lazily touching me when she whispered:

"Did you clean yourself off last night?"

I nodded, remembering the excellent handling her redheaded friend had given my little soldier.

"Mmm, want to get a round in before Anna wakes up?"

I nodded, happy to start the day this way.

"Well, let's get you warmed up."

My gorgeous wife leaned over towards my rapidly inflating member. I was almost completely hard when I felt her tongue and lips touch my cockhead.

I leaned back and just started to relax when Amanda's head popped back up.

"I thought you said you cleaned yourself." Her voice was louder now, her surprise and disgust evident.

I realized she must be concerned about the remains from my anal assault on her redheaded friend, so I explained.

"Well, technically Anna did it, but yeah, I cleaned up after fucking her in the ass."

I smiled down at my wife, waiting for the festivities to continue.

Instead, her visage was still angry.

"Well, why does your dick taste like pussy then?"

I smiled back, and nonchalantly responded:

"Anna did such a good cleaning that I fucked her again."

Now that the sequence of events was explained, I expected my wife to dive back in. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she tasted Anna's leavings.

But instead of what I wanted, my wife shoved my dick away and nearly screamed at me.

"You fucked her again without me there?"

Amanda's outburst woke 'her' up, and Anna popped up from the floor on my side of the bed.

Before the redhead could join the conversation (and probably antagonize my wife), I re-took control of the situation.

"Anna, put on a robe and slippers and go get us breakfast from downstairs."

Amanda sat there huffily, watching her gorgeous redheaded friend slip on one of the hotel's puffy white robes and slippers and depart.

When the door clicked shut, I turned to my wife, and gave her both barrels.

"Are you complaining about me fucking your friend while you slept in the next room? Maybe you should remember the fact that you were fucking her behind my back for years. That's why we are here, remember?"

My wife's eyes got big. It had been more than two weeks since my original discovery, and I think my wife's original remorse has been replaced by a kind of glee at the threeways we had been having, with her bisexual side now out in the open.

"Yeah, but"

"But nothing. This weekend is about Anna expressing remorse about what she did, which she has. It's about her remembering that you are my wife, and if the two of you want to play, it is only with my approval. Got it?"

Amanda nodded now, her outrage replaced with fear.

"Well, to make sure you understand, when Anna gets back, I am going to fuck her on this bed while you watch. Is that okay with you?"

The last part was dripping with sarcasm, and Amanda nodded, her eyes not rising to meet mine.

"Fine. Go pull up a chair and wait."

Amanda did as I said, and I took the couple minutes to throw the covers off the bed so it was ready for fucking. 

When Anna finally got back, she carried a tray covered with food.

She entered the room, trying to take the temperature. Seeing Amanda in the chair I think she assessed that I had 'won' the fight. She put the tray down and looked to me for approval.

"Good job. Now take the robe off and come lay on the bed."

The redhead did, and when the white covering hit the floor, I was once again given a lovely show of her body.

She lay on her back on the bed, not sure what was going to happen. I moved around towards the side where her feet were. Kneeling onto the bed, I turned Anna so that she was perpendicular to my wife, so Amanda would have the best view.

I think moved between Anna's legs, and started to stroke her pussy. Her head turned towards her friend, trying to read my wife's reaction.

Her attention was quickly diverted when I took a nipple into my mouth. I followed that up with a rub of her clit.

Anna had looked sore last night, and I imagine a night of sleep didn't solve it completely. The girl would not be walking right for a day or two. I was proud of that.

When Anna's pussy was nice and relaxed, I pulled my hand away. I took the opportunity to switch breasts as well, and when I had properly set up on the second nipple, I brought my cock to her entrance.

I rubbed my cockhead on her entrance, preparing her for what was about to happen. After a few strokes, I felt her hips rise towards me, wanting it.

I slid in to her. I had already forgotten how many times I had fucked this amazing redhead, but by this point I knew her body enough to slow my entrance until she got comfortable around me.

After a minute, her hips rose again, and I sunk my full cock into her. Our bodies slapped together. I pulled out, pushed back in, and they slapped together again.

Soon we reached a good rhythm. That, combined with my mouth on her pale, upturned B-cups, quickly set off my wife's copper-topped friend. She shrieked her orgasm, thrashing about a bit.

I took the opportunity to pull away from her chest and look at my wife. Amanda clearly looked uncomfortable watching me fuck her oldest friend. I didn't feel the least bit guilty about. After all, it was why we were here. I had been so focused on breaking Anna that I had forgotten my wife was at fault too.

As her redheaded friend came down from her first orgasm, I pulled out of her with a 'plop'.

I reached across her body and grabbed her hip. With a hard tug I started to flip her over, an action she helped complete.

Grabbing her hips and pulling her up, I presented her ass to me.

Drinking in the sight of Anna's gorgeous, pale ass one more time, I lined up and sunk into her pussy from behind. This was the position I had wanted to get back to, and since this was my 'bonus fuck', I decided to take advantage.

I heard the redhead suck in a breath, so I hesitated a second before I went to work. From behind, I could get a good rhythm going, and soon my hips were a blur as I drilled the pale girl from behind.

When I started to get close to orgasm, I pushed Anna's head and shoulders back down into the bed, and rose her ass up nice and high. I kept pounding away until the last minute, and as my orgasm hit, I pulled out until just my cockhead was buried in Anna's snatch.

I couldn't tell how big my load was, but it didn't feel huge as I left it there in her pussy.

When I was done, I fell back onto my ass, and watched a little cum ooze out.. Anna went to move, but I stopped her.

"Stay there."

I turned to my wife, and caught my breath.

"When you get done sucking my load out of her, you can clean my cock too."

Amanda didn't respond, just did as I said, attaching her pretty mouth to her friend's slit. Anna helped by raising herself vertically so that she was 'up' and her pussy was 'down' over my wife's head.

After a few minutes, Anna pulled away and collapsed on the bed.

Amanda both took that as a sign that she was done, so she came over and took my dick in her mouth.

My dick had already softened, and my wife's actions were so tentative and focused on cleaning that I didn't get hard again.

When she slowed down, clearly thinking she was done, I pulled away and got up.

"Okay, let's eat breakfast."

Moving to the couch in the other room, the three of us quickly attacked the spread that Anna had procured.

I asked Anna how that went, and she said that she was the only one there in a robe, and while it was not that short on the her body, she could feel eyes on her every time she bent over to put something on a plate.

After she finished the story, she took a long breath, and started to speak again.

"First, Charlie, I want to apologize again for... making Mandy... cheat with me. We should have stopped as soon as you guys were exclusive, but we had done it for so long, I didn't want to give her up."

"I am also sorry for being a bitch to you all the time. The less time you spent with us, the more time I had Mandy to myself."

I nodded to Anna, confirming to her that her debt was wiped.

"Mandy, I am sorry for pushing you too. I know I was the aggressor, and I put you in a bad spot."

The girls were sitting next to each other, and they leaned over and hugged, both still naked.

"Finally, I want to say that going downstairs gave me a chance to reflect. This weekend was, undoubtedly, the best sex of my life."

She pointed to the bed. "Even before that."

"I am willing to do it again, whenever you guys want. Just tell me where and when, and I will be there, willing and up for anything."

That statement did surprise me. With all the time I had spent trying to figure out how to break the redhead, I had not spent any time thinking about what would happen after.

My wife and I looked at each, sharing another non-verbal conversation. When we were done, we both turned back to Anna.

"We appreciate your honesty. We will consider it, but going forward, if you have sex with one of us, you have sex with both of us. You are dangerous to our marriage."

My wife smiled, and I could see she was reaching a state of acceptance with what had happened and what would happen. While Bonnie left our weekend ashamed, Anna was leaving with a better attitude. Strange how that worked.

As we finished breakfast, I decided that no 'final course' was necessary. I had originally planned to send Anna away in the same state as Bonnie, my cumming leaking from her, but I didn't think that was necessary.

My thoughts drifted next towards the last of Amanda's friends, Jane. Breaking Anna had taken almost everything I had, and I had gone out of my comfort zone to do so. I was concerned Jane was going to be even more difficult.