2 comments/ 38614 views/ 26 favorites Surprise Three-way By: handysr "With just over a minute left to play, the 49ers are leading the Seahawks by three points, and they are doing their best to run down the clock. And now a timeout is called by Seattle, so we will see you after a short commercial break." A groan from ten people filled the room, and Fiona waved at Kyra to call her into the kitchen. "I need another shot for the stress," Fiona smiled, "so you get one too. Come on, you said you would keep up with me today." "Damn girl, you're killing me here. What is this now, like five?" "Yup. Cheers!" Rolling her eyes, Kyra clinked glasses with her good friend and tossed back the smooth flavored whiskey. After several shots and not a few beers, Kyra was past the point of shuddering after every drink, but she still felt the flush of heat across her chest as the strong liquid flowed down to her stomach. "Come on Hawks," she called out when the game came back on. Standing behind Fiona, she held onto her friend's shoulders for support, bouncing on her toes in anticipation. Brandon stood across the room, looking away from the announcers on TV to glance at his wife, laughing silently as he heard her talking to Fiona. 'She's starting to slur,' he thought, 'and it is early too. Tonight is gonna be good for me, and it's a damn good thing she's not working tomorrow.' He turned back to the TV as the room grew silent, seeing the teams lining up for the next play. The tension in the air was thick, even the cheering was subdued as the 49ers tried and failed twice to get a run down the field. "It's third and inches from the twenty-one yard line," the announcer called, "and if the 49ers can get this into the in-zone, it's a guaranteed victory. They bobbled the snap, and Kaepernick has issues holding onto the ball." The room erupted in screams, drowning out the TV as the blitzing defensive line surrounded the quarterback, one of them punching the awkwardly-held ball into the air. The yelling increased as a blue jersey burst through the line, catching the ball as if it was thrown to him. In an instant, the team rallied behind him, doing their best to keep the 49ers players away from him. "That's Marsh," someone yelled, and in two seconds, a chant of "Go Marsh," rang out, the cameras closely following the jersey of #91. Kaepernick tried to take down the one who had stolen his ball, and Brandon wasn't the only one to yell out in anger when he saw the quarterback with his hands full of Marsh's face mask. The burly lineman shook him off, hurtling down the field as five determined white jerseys rushed towards him. The other Seahawks knocked down all but one of them, leaving the two alone to run towards the distant in-zone. With ten yards to go, the last 49er jumped on Marsh's back and tried to wrestle him to the ground, but he only slowed down the bigger man. Seeming to ignore his rider, Marsh entered the in-zone and held up his hands in celebration, facing the fans in the stadium as their cheers blasted through the TV's speakers. It took several minutes for the cheering to subside in the house, everyone was now too busy laughing and high-fiving to hear or see what happened on the TV. Brandon rewound to the point where they had stopped hearing the game, again watching the scoring fumble recovery. He saw Fiona and Kyra go into the kitchen for another shot, and Kyra brought one out to him as they watched Marsh carrying the ball and a struggling 49er across the goal line again. "There is a flag on the play," the TV commentator said loudly, "and even though we can't hear a thing that's happening down there on the field, the official is indicating that the call is for facemasking, and we all saw that it's on Kaepernick. Here in the replay we see that there is no doubt it happened, and of course the Seahawks are going to decline the penalty. This is a huge touchdown for the Seahawks, they have now won the game. Going back down to the field, we can see them line up for the extra point. I don't know what they're doing here, but it looks like they will run down the play clock. The officials call a delay of game on Seattle, but at this point it doesn't matter, they have already won." "Good call you guys," Kyra laughed, "do it again too. Don't give them any time at all." "After moving the ball back, Seattle lines up for the kick again, and they down the ball. With ten seconds left on the clock, the 49ers won't get to touch the football again. That's the game folks, the Seahawks have beat out the 49ers in the last minute, winning by three points, 9 to 6. Marsh ran them to victory, making the only touchdown in a game otherwise ruled by the kickers. Thanks for joining us on Monday Night Football, and we'll see you here next week. Coming up next, we have..." Brandon muted the volume since no one was watching anymore, milling around the room as his friends celebrated their team's win. He saw Kyra take another shot with Fiona, making him smile again. 'I am gonna have to remember to thank Fiona later. Kyra should be easy tonight.' As if on cue, Brandon watched as Kyra walked among their friends, hugging the few that were on their way home. While socializing, he kept an eye on his wife without seeming to stare, watching Kyra as she showed the effects of the shots she had shared with Fiona. She veered from person to person, either hugging them or leaning on their shoulders. 'Damn her lack of personal space,' he thought, 'it's like she's a human pinball tonight. Everyone here has had their arms and chests groped by her boobs at least once. I wonder if she even notices?' After Brandon saw out the last guest, he plopped on the couch and rewound the game, wanting to see the winning play again, watching the multiple replays shown from different angles repeatedly while he finished his drink. "One more drink while I watch the post-game show," he muttered to himself, standing up go to the fridge. In the doorway to the kitchen, Brandon stopped in his tracks, staring at Fiona's exposed breast. His concentration was broken by Kyra's shriek once she saw him and quickly stepped in front of her friend. Fiona laughed and covered herself, patting Kyra on the shoulder. "It's only a boob honey, I'm sure he's seen plenty of them before." Fiona giggled drunkenly before looking at Brandon, "It's not like Kyra and I were making out or anything. I was just showing Kyra where my girlfriend bit me last night. We got in a fight and when she bit me, that was the last straw. She was just too immature and temperamental, so I broke up with her." "But he's my husband, and he's only supposed to see mine," Kyra countered before turning to Brandon, "and why didn't you warn us that you were coming in here?" "I... Ummm... Really Kyra? I thought everyone was gone. And why would I feel the need to announce myself when I'm walking into my own kitchen? And thanks for the quick peek Fiona, you have nice looking boobs. Or boob, singular, anyway. And since when were you into girls? I thought you were going out with a guy named Jake or something like that." "I was with Jake, but I date both guys and girls. I just love people, not labels, so I choose to be with anyone that strikes my fancy. Lately I've been with girls exclusively, all the men I find aren't worth my time." Looking very uncomfortable, Kyra took her phone out of her pocket and put it on the base-station charger. She started a music app, filling the kitchen with the first dance song on the playlist. "Too much talking," she slurred, "how about a change of topic and a little dancing instead?" Kyra lifted her arms and started swaying her hips, moving back and forth between Fiona and Brandon, singing softly to the song while ignoring the odd looks they both gave her. Fiona shrugged her shoulders and started dancing as well, leaving Brandon to lean on the counter to watch them with an amused look on his face. Once the next song started and they continued to dance together, Brandon thought 'I sure as hell won't join them, but I can at least enjoy the show.' He got the new drink he had come in for, then sat on the counter to watch the women, trying to focus on their breasts and butts every time he thought he could get away with staring. He knew he could watch Kyra without getting in trouble, but Fiona was supposed to be off-limits to his eyes. One time he stared too long and when he felt eyes on him, he looked up to see Fiona staring at him with a half smile. 'Damn alcohol,' he thought, 'it slowed my reaction and let me get caught. I know I shouldn't be looking, but what the hell...' On the next song, Fiona again caught him looking at her bouncing breasts while Kyra's back was facing him, and Brandon felt his cheeks turn red when Fiona gave him as much of an evil glare as she could through her smile. When she grabbed Kyra's shoulders and hugged her, Brandon's heart lurched, worried that she was telling on him. Fiona turned Kyra around to face him, and he was no longer worried about that when he saw Kyra was sill smiling widely. They danced closer to Brandon, stopping when Kyra was a few feet away from his knees. "Dance with us hon," Kyra slurred, "come on down here and stop looking so bored." "No thanks, I'll just stay here. I'm not bored, I like watching you." "I know what you like watching," Fiona interrupted, "I'll bet you were staring at these." Starting at Kyra's thighs, Fiona slid her hands up her friend's body, pausing to smack her ass, then stopping when her hands cupped the under-side of her breasts. Kyra's eyes opened wide in shock, but laughed it off and lifted her hands over her head to continue dancing. Brandon laughed at them and shook his head. "Only women can get away with that shit. I would get killed," he muttered to the women, his smile fading in confusion when the women shrugged their shoulders. Fiona's head caught his attention, and she smiled while mouthing 'Help me'. She waved her hand at Brandon to come closer, then placed it back on Kyra's breast and gave them both a quick squeeze. "I can't resist an offer like that," Brandon smiled as he hopped down and reached for his wife, "I do love me some boobies." He placed his hands above Fiona's, feeling both of Kyra's rigid nipples poking into his palm. Fiona put her hands over Brandon's and helped guide him around and squeeze. Kyra stopped moving and her mouth slowly dropped open to breathe deeper. When she opened her eyes to stare at her husband, Brandon instantly felt his cock twitch in response. 'I would know that look anywhere,' he thought as he smiled happily, 'she needs the dick now.' "We have to stop this," Kyra blurted out, easing her way out of the middle of the erotic sandwich, "you two are cruel. What are you trying to do to me?" "We're just having a little fun," Fiona teased. "What's the matter babe? I thought you liked it when I grabbed your boobs, and it doesn't do anything for you when another girl does it. Were Fiona and I are doing it wrong or something?" "You made it weird somehow," Kyra mumbled as she stared at the counter. Brandon crossed his arms and glanced at Fiona before turning to his wife with a smile. "Well why don't you show me that it means nothing. Return the favor and give Fiona's boobs a quick squeeze. This time I won't help since that will get me in trouble." Kyra looked up at Brandon, raising one eyebrow before turning to her friend. Shaking her head, Kyra chuckled humorlessly. "No, that's fine. I have grabbed them before and probably will again, but I don't do that on command." "Like I said a few minutes ago, they are only boobs, so whatever." Fiona laughed as she squeezed her own breasts, "I don't care if you touch me. Hell, I don't care if either of you do it. But Brandon, the thought of you doing it would be weird since a guy hasn't touched me that way in ages." "In that case Brandon, why don't you do it? Go ahead and grab Fiona's boobs." Barking out a short laugh, Brandon took the bottle that the women had been drinking from all night and poured himself a shot. After drinking it, he turned to Kyra and put his hands in his pockets. "There's no way I'm falling for that line from either of you. I don't want to end my night with two black eyes." "Wow," Kyra laughed to Fiona, "we both gave him permission and he still couldn't do it. Is there something wrong with your boobs? It doesn't look like it." "Not that I know of. I just felt them and they were fine. Yours were fine too. Maybe there's something wrong with your husband?" Kyra looked from Brandon's face to Fiona's chest, then stepped toward her friend. Without hesitation, Kyra grabbed both of Fiona's breasts, squeezing softly before letting go to squeeze her own. "Except for the firmness of our bras, there's no difference. I dare you to see for yourself Brandon. I promise that as your wife, right now you are allowed to touch and feel another woman's breasts." "And I don't care," Fiona added, "they are just lumps of skin, fat, and mammary glands. I like getting all scientific and shit like that." 'I am in so much trouble right now,' Brandon thought quickly, 'it doesn't matter if it grab her or not, either way I'm in some type of trouble. I might as well make the most of it.' Shaking his head, Brandon lifted his hands up in frustration, glancing between the drunk women and trying to think of a way to have the most fun he could that would result in the least amount of trouble. "Yeah right. Both of you are fucking crazy. Just for the hell you're putting my mind through, you both owe me a shot for this evil little plan you're cooking up to get me in trouble. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I can see the danger signs from a mile away." "Oh for heaven's sake," Kyra slurred. She took Brandon's raised hands and put them on her breasts, holding him firmly in place. "See? Just boobs. They didn't bite you, and they feel nice." "Yup, I totally agree. You know I love your boobs, hon." Turning to her side at the same time that Fiona stepped towards her, Kyra moved Brandon's hands to the other woman, putting his hands on Fiona's breasts. Fiona reached up to hold his hands tightly against her, then Kyra let go of her husband's wrists. "See?" Kyra giggled at her husband's shocked expression, "Once again, just boobs. These didn't bite you either, and they also feel nice." As soon as Brandon felt Fiona's grasp on his hands loosen he pulled away from her, staring at the slight indentions his fingers had made on her shirt. "Holy shit," he whispered, "now I don't know what the hell to think." "Didn't you enjoy that?" Kyra asked Brandon, and he could see a slight look of worry on her face, "And no, you're not in trouble." "You know I love boobs, but that was a little too weird. I liked the feeling of them of course, but I was too worried about getting in trouble to enjoy the moment." "Maybe there is something wrong with him," Fiona giggled, pointing to Brandon's crotch, "most guys feeling up two women at once would be a little more excited. I barely see any change." "Find out for me, will you Fiona? I'll pour a round of drinks to celebrate my 'I told you so' moment for Brandon not believing me." Brandon gasped in shock at his wife's back, then turned to see Fiona standing by his side, her breasts pushed against his arm. She cupped his crotch, and he could feel her fingers moving to identify how his growing cock was situated. Lightly stroking her fingertips across his shaft, Fiona smirked at him before turning to Kyra. "He sure is a little guy. Either that or he's a grower, not a shower, and we didn't get a rise out of him." Kyra looked back on unsteady legs to see her friend's hand on her husband's crotch and shrugged her shoulders. "Do I have to do everything around here Brandon? Seriously... OK you two, get over here for drinks. Damn Fiona, did we seriously finish this whole bottle between the two of us tonight?" "Besides the one that the little man over here had a few minutes ago, yes. I think it's safe to say that I'm gonna have to spend the night here tonight. There's no way in hell can I drive home like this. You guys don't mind, do you?" "That's fine," they both nodded before Kyra continued, "I'm so fucking hammered... We should totally enjoy the moment while it lasts tonight, 'cause our heads are gonna hate us in the morning. Speaking of which, cheers." 'This is so weird,' Brandon thought as he lifted his glass, 'if I'm lucky, neither of them will remember this. If they do, I'm gonna be in so much trouble. Fuck it, I may as well try my luck and see what happens.' "You know what ladies? I'm sorry if I misjudged you earlier and if I didn't trust you to be telling the truth. You're right Kyra, you deserve your 'I told you so' because I was!!br0ken!! The women turned to face Brandon, and while the gears in his head were grinding over how wrong this all was, he reached forward and held one breast of each of the women. Softly squeezing their breasts and sliding his hand around their soft shapes, he nodded to them. "You're right Kyra, Fiona's bra is firmer. I think her boobs are a little heavier though." "They had better be," Kyra laughed, "hers are almost a full cup size larger than mine." Fiona shook her head and slurred when she looked down. "Kind of funny though, isn't it Kyra? Brandon knows he's getting away with free boobies, but the little guy hasn't changed very much. What does it take to get him going?" "Hmmm, that is strange. Show me what you were doing last time." Kyra and Fiona both reached for his crotch at the same time, and Brandon watched their hands touch his pants, both of them tracing the outline of his growing cock. "What the hell are we doing Fiona?" She giggled, her body swaying to bump into Brandon's shoulder before she answered. "Hell, I don't know. First it was boobs, and now we're here, and... What were we thinking Kyra?" "Yeah, the boob thing was weird, but then I figured it would creep Brandon out if you grabbed him, so I let it go. I thought it would be funny, but now I wanna mess with him some. This is kinda funny, don't you think?" "I think alcohol clouds your mind. When you tell me to play with your husband's cock while his hand is on my boob, I think it's clear we've had too much to drink, Kyra. So how should we mess with him now? Maybe we should find out what it takes for him to get totally hard in his jeans. He sure isn't responding fast enough yet." Kyra giggled as she squeezed her hand on Brandon's shaft, then turned to her friend with a question in her glazed eyes. "Oh, I know," Fiona whispered. She pushed Brandon against the counter, then put Kyra's back against his chest before standing in front of her. Brandon heard his wife gasp as Fiona closed the distance between them, kissing her softly on the lips. Seeing their lips pressed together from barely six inches away took his breath away, and his cock jerked in the tight confines of his jeans. He was more aware than ever that the cleft of his wife's ass was directly in front of him, nestling perfectly around his hardness. The women were such a distraction that Brandon didn't even realize he wasn't using his hands until he felt Fiona grasp his wrists. She pulled his hands up to rest on the four touching breasts as he looked down on the double-shot of cleavage. Fiona pulled her head back and looked at Brandon, then at Kyra. "Sorry, was that too forward of me?" Kyra didn't speak, simply shaking her head slowly back and forth. "Did it work? Is Brandon hard yet?" Fiona asked softly. Brandon saw a quick hint of a smile before his wife could clear it from her face, and Kyra simply shrugged her shoulders once. Fiona didn't bother to hide her smile, still being the only one to talk. "What now? Should we trade places?" Moving before Fiona finished talking, Kyra turned their bodies without breaking their loose embrace. Brandon could feel Fiona adjust her ass so his painfully hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks, then Kyra lifted his hands to fully grab Fiona's breasts. Surprise Three-way Kyra stared into her husband's eyes as she leaned forward, closing them at the last second before her lips touched Fiona's, making Brandon feel her breasts pressing on the backs of his hands. Fiona put a hand behind Kyra's head, pulling her closer as Fiona pressed further. Her lips parted, and Brandon could see her tongue pressing against his wife's lips. Kyra hesitated for a moment, and the women shared a soft moan as their mouths pressed deeply together. He could feel his hips shaking as he cursed under his breath, unable to believe that he had a front-row seat to his wife's first French kiss with another woman. 'It's not helping that Fiona is grinding her ass on my cock either,' Brandon thought, 'my hands are full of her tits, and Kyra made all of this happen. What the ever-lovin hell is going on here? Quick, think of dead kittens and Margaret Thatcher naked. Hillary Clinton naked doing a sixty-nine with Al Sharpton. Think of something dammit, I can't cum so soon like this." Brandon was breathing heavily when Kyra backed away from the kiss, and she winked at him when she wiped her lips seductively with her fingers. She pressed on his hands, keeping them firmly in place on Fiona's breasts, looking between her husband and her best friend. "So tell me Fiona, did it work? Is Brandon hard yet?" "Forget about him for a second, tell me about you." Fiona whispered as she continued to rub her ass across Brandon's hardness, "Should I not have done that? I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." "It was weird, but I kinda liked it. If anyone but you would have tried that, I would have smacked them into next week. If I didn't like it I would have ran off right away." Kyra was breathless as she answered, and Brandon could easily see her tell-tale signs of excitement. His mind was whirling as the thought 'If we weren't dressed, I could make her cum with my tongue in seconds. Damn... She's more turned on now than she's been in ages.' "To answer your other question Kyra, your husband feels hard enough to fuck me through both of our pairs of pants." "Your ass can't tell that for sure, you should check in a better way." With a relieved sigh, Brandon watched his wife's face when Fiona's body parted from his. The women stood in front of him, and all three looked down at the obscenely large bulge in his pants. Kyra and Fiona reached out to stroke across the tight denim, pushing gently on his shaft to see how little room he had to move. With a nervous chuckle, Brandon whispered "Damn right I'm hard. How can I not be when you two are making out in front of me? All of this touching and stuff while my senses are going into overload is going to make my brain explode. Well, my brain too." "Now I've got a new challenge Fiona," Kyra giggled as she knelt down, "we should see how long it takes to make Brandon cum in his pants. That cock has to stay in his pants, and we have to stay out of his pants. Our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to see a huge wet spot right about here." She kissed his jeans where she believed the head of his cock to be, looking up into his eyes while she opened her mouth wide to wrap around the confined shape, softly biting through the denim. "Fucking hell," Brandon groaned as he stared up at the ceiling, "this so damn wrong. I can't stop you if I wanted to though, it feels so fucking good." He felt Kyra wrap her hands around his hips, and her breasts bracketed his thigh as she mimed giving him a blowjob. Hearing a giggle, Brandon gritted his teeth while he tried to hold back his impending release, and looked at the scene in front of him. Fiona stood right behind Kyra, pushing and pulling her head, like she was driving the blowjob, and she stopped when she saw Brandon look at her pointed nipples. "Is that what you want big guy? Will a better sight help you out?" Without waiting for a response, Fiona whipped her shirt over her head, tossing it over Brandon's shoulder. Her bra quickly followed, which she draped over his other shoulder. Fiona massaged her bare breasts and pinched her nipples while she stared into his hungry eyes. "Ooohhh, lookie here Kyra. He does like this. I think he's starting to drool." "I can't let you be the only one, you tease." Kyra giggled while she staggered to her feet and took off her shirt, covering Fiona's with her own, then adding her bra to his other shoulder. She kept giggling as she swayed on her feet, watched her husband's eyes dart between the four bare breasts in front of him. "Like we said before, they're just boobs," Kyra whispered, "I won't be mad if you touch us." Cursing under his breath again, Brandon held out his shaking hands, touching each breast for a few seconds before switching to another, seemingly unable to believe his luck. "I got another plan," Kyra whispered as she backed away, "Brandon, why don't you play with Fiona for a second." She smiled as Fiona turned around and wrapped Brandon's arms around her, and she could see Fiona rubbing her ass on his hardness again. Leaning her hip on the counter for stability, Kyra put on a small show of taking off her pants before she continued. "This doesn't mean you're getting a three-way Brandon. Forget about that. This is a fun little game of torture, and you can pay me back after we go to bed." Brandon groaned as Fiona's body drove him crazy, and he couldn't decide whether to look at Fiona's breasts in his hands, or at Kyra wearing just panties. Kyra smiled and whispered "Tsk, tsk, bad Fiona,' when she watched her friend work one arm up under Brandon's, pulling his head forward so she could kiss him as she leaned her head back. The feeling of newness and difference washed across Brandon as he deeply kissed Fiona, and he lost himself in her mouth for a moment while their tongues danced, and his hands squeezing her soft flesh. The sound of scraping on the kitchen floor brought him back to reality, and he saw Kyra sitting on a dining room chair. One of her feet was up on the seat, her other leg spread widely, giving her hand plenty of room to work as she rubbed her pussy to the sight in front of her. "Sorry, I needed to sit. I hope you don't mind me watching. I'm so close to cumming right now, and I don't want to fall over when it happens." "How about something different?" Fiona asked, "We should have Brandon sit down instead. Come on, it will be fun." Sighing deeply but not looking upset, Kyra stumbled to her feet and waved her hands for Brandon to sit. It took him a moment to make his legs work properly, and after trying to adjust his hard shaft trapped in his pants, he sat heavily while looking between the smiling topless women. Fiona leaned over to whisper in Kyra's ear, and Brandon grew concerned to see the look on his wife's face as she listened. Kyra went to her husband's side, throwing one leg across him and Brandon could feel the heat from her pussy radiating onto his painfully hard cock as she lowered herself onto him gently. "So you like Fiona's boobs, do you? OK then, which do you like more? Her boobs or her ass? I do have to tell you she has nice one, it's just well hidden inside those loose jeans." "Boobs," Brandon croaked out, "and you should know that, you know I'm a boob man." "That's what I thought, but I still had to ask. Go ahead Fiona, lose your pants please." Fiona moved to the side so Brandon would have a better view, then she made a show of unfastening her pants as she swayed her hips to the music. Once the zipper was down, she turned around as she lowered them to just below her cheeks, before turning to face her audience again. Bending over slowly, she flipped her hair to the side so it wouldn't block the view, stopping at just the right point for Brandon to see her hanging breasts. Wobbling partly due to alcohol and partly to cause her breasts to sway and bounce, she worked her pants off, then walked to the chair, turning in a slow circle for his eyes. "Enjoying the view?" Fiona mumbled, even though she knew the answer, "See anything you want to inspect closer?" Reaching out his arm for an answer, he grabbed her ass, which encouraged Kyra to mimic his movement, pulling his other hand around to grab her ass as well. Kyra purred in happiness as she started to grind on his lap, moving just right so her clit never left his throbbing hardness. Brandon stared at his wife as she leaned her head back in pleasure, and even after the previous show, he was still a little surprised to see Fiona lean down and kiss her. The closeness of their bodies allowed him to reach Fiona's nipple with his mouth, and he felt her body moving closer as he sucked on it and nibbled the bud with his teeth. Brandon's hand on Fiona's ass kept moving as her hips swiveled, and it was an accident when his fingers slipped between her thighs to feel her wet heat. Brandon had moved his head to suck on Kyra's nipple when he pushed his hand further between Fiona's legs, stopping when he reached her erect clit. She stopped him from going under the soaked fabric, but she seemed fine with letting his finger caress her clit through the thin material. His wife again distracted him from exploring Fiona's body when Kyra started to buck more roughly on his lap as her climax started. He felt Fiona pull back, and he saw the women had stopped kissing, and Fiona stepped behind Kyra. Brandon heard Kyra cry out at the same time that her legs locked up around him. He wrapped his arms around Kyra to keep her from falling as her body twitched rapidly, firmly rubbing against his shaft. He could feel her pussy pulsing on him, then he felt a new pressure against him. Fiona had knelt between his knees, pressing her body against Kyra's ass, and one of her breasts was pressing into his hand. Fiona shoved her hand between their bodies, working her fingers against Kyra's clit and Brandon's cock at the same time. Grasping his hand that wasn't trapped under her breast, she looked around Kyra's head into Brandon's eyes, sucking his fingers into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on them at the same tempo she was stroking his cock. Brandon couldn't take any more of the stimulation, and he bowed his head into Kyra's sweaty hair, grunting softly as his hips twitched out of control. Almost painfully, his thighs clenched around Fiona's torso as his cum shot through his confined shaft, coating his boxers, his cock, and his balls all at once. The wet heat of his sticky seed spread through his jeans, and it felt like all of his entire crotch was covered at once. Slowly his senses started to return, and Brandon only now noticed that the weight of his wife was hurting his legs, as well as the odd wetness in the front of his pants. Kyra's body fell forward as she rested her face on his shoulder, and as her rapid breathing started to slow, Brandon realized his panting was subsiding. "Very exciting, you two," Fiona whispered seductively. With a start, Brandon suddenly remembered that there was a third person in the living room with them. Even though he was dressed, he now felt oddly exposed in front of Fiona. A long drawn-out sigh came from Kyra, and Brandon had started to think she had fallen asleep on him. Fiona walked to his side and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, then reached down to find Kyra's hand. "Come on girlie, let's get you off of this guy and onto your feet." "I'm coming..." Kyra started before Fiona laughed and cut her off. "No, you just finished cumming, now you should stand." "Very funny. Yeah, help me up slowly. My legs are kind of not responding right." Smiling to see the two women wearing only panties standing by the counter, Brandon smiled and clapped his hands softly. "Damn that's a beautiful sight, ladies. My compliments on your horribly mean challenges. As much as I hate to admit it, I would gladly accept this torture again." "Thanks Brandon," Fiona said with a wry smile, "I'm going to help Kyra to the bathroom. You stay right there in that seat until I come back." "I was just going to say maybe we could have a shot or a glass of water. Or both, whatever. Then we should probably get to bed." "No, I said stay in that seat. I'll hurt you if you go to bed," Fiona replied as she led Kyra away. "Well OK then," Brandon replied to their backs, carefully memorizing the sight of their asses side-by-side as they left the room. "Damn, what a mess," he muttered to himself, looking down at his pants, "this is going to be horrible in the morning. Why in the world do I need to wait for Fiona to come back in?" Two minutes later, he was starting to stand up when he heard the bedroom door open, and he saw Fiona walking towards him, completely naked. "Holy shit, I like the change," Brandon smiled to her. "Thank you," she said softly as she knelt down in front of him, pressing her body in between his knees. "Neither Kyra or I know if we won that last challenge or not, so please excuse my investigation." Brandon knew that his hardness had not completely gone away, which shocked him somewhat, but he explained it away by being so incredibly turned on. Now he was happy he was still partially hard, because that was right where Fiona had placed her open mouth. She chewed on his wet jeans over the head of his cock, then moved up to his shaft, making him curse under his breath. "What are you doing?" "It's wet here, and I needed to know why. So now I know. I could taste both you and Kyra there, and it's always an interesting mix when you combine boy cum and girl cum in the same lick." Walking to the sink, Fiona threw a dish towel in the drain and turned on the hot water. "Brandon, take your clothes off now. All of them." "Really? What about Kyra?" "Don't worry about her. We talked in the bathroom, and while she's cleaning up, I have some instructions to follow. So again, if you don't mind, please take off your clothes and leave them on the floor with this pile of our other stuff." He was fine when he took off his shirt and socks, but Brandon felt a twinge of embarrassment when he unfastened his pants. 'What the hell?' he laughed to himself, 'After all this shit tonight, I don't want her to see me naked? Am I crazy or what?' Shaking the thought from his mind, he worked off his cum-encrusted jeans and boxers in one sticky push, wrapping the soiled part inside of the pant legs before dropping the package onto the pile. Unconsciously trying to hide his sticky chubby, Brandon stood behind Fiona, thinking how weird it was to be alone in the room with her while they were both naked while his wife was in another room, plus that Kyra knew what was happening. After turning the faucet off, Fiona rung out the steaming towel and held it out to Brandon while looking him up and down. "Not too shabby Brandon, and your little buddy looks better than I pictured. It is kind of difficult to get a good mental picture when the only experience is feeling him through your jeans. After hearing Kyra talk about you all this time, this is a scene I never thought I'd get to see, and I can't wait for what's about to happen. Here, clean yourself up with this towel and follow me into the bedroom." "Oh this feels awesome," Brandon said with a smile, "a hot wet towel beats a cold baby wipe by a long shot. I should have thought of this before." Fiona left him in the kitchen as he quickly cleaned up, and Brandon followed her a minute later. He entered the bedroom to see Fiona lying on the bed, spread eagle on the center of the comforter. He stood by her feet, looking at every part of her body in silence. "Well come on, get up here, what are you waiting for?" "You heard Kyra just like I did. She said no three-somes for us. We both know I can't get up there." "Fine." Fiona crawled off the bed and stood in front of him, turning him around before grabbing his cock in both of her hands. After a few soft strokes, she shook her head and took a step back. "It's just not working Brandon, we need to hurry up before I get in trouble. I never thought I'd get to do this with you, can't you help me out a little?" A sudden shove on his chest knocked Brandon onto the bed, falling on his back. He looked at her in shock as she followed him, walking on her hands and knees. "What the hell was that for?" "I'm helping Kyra. Really. Her last instruction was that I should get you ready for her. She got to cum once, but she says she really needs your cock inside of her, and it clearly won't get in there if you're still soft. She gave me some ideas I could try, so just work with me here, OK?" Pinning his hips to the bed, Fiona turned around and pushed her pussy into Brandon's face, stopping his comment before he could find the right words to respond with. He could taste her instantly, and Brandon smiled to think that the thought of getting him ready was turning her on. She continued to stroke his cock as his tongue found her erect clit, and his alphabet writing made her hips shudder while she moaned. Her weight changed when she moved forward, making Brandon smile as he felt her breasts press into his stomach. Even though he hoped it was coming, he was still shocked to feel Fiona's mouth encompass his cock. She expertly sucked on him, getting him completely hard in mere seconds. He remembered that he had a pussy in his face that needed licking, so while he enjoyed the feeling of his cock pressing into the entrance of her throat, he pulled her ass tighter to him, putting his effort into fucking Fiona with his tongue. The voice of Kyra caused a jolt of fright to run through him, and Brandon smiled when he remembered that he wasn't cheating on her, he was doing this at her request. "Fiona? What are you doing in my bed? Is that my husband under you?" Brandon smiled again as Fiona slowly removed her mouth from around his cock, and the loud 'smack' of the loss of suction echoed through the room. "Yup, this is Brandon under me. I hope you don't mind if I made him eat my pussy for a while." "I thought you didn't like cock. Didn't you say you were only into women?" "No, I just said I was done with men for a while. And me not liking cock? Oh hell no, I still need it. This is the first one I've had in ages, so thanks for letting me borrow it; you have no idea how much I've missed the feeling of a real cock in my mouth." "OK, enough of the games," Kyra laughed, "I can't pretend to fight right now. So you really like his cock?" Fiona dropped her head and sucked deep for several seconds before leaning back up. "Oh hell yeah Kyra, me likey your husband's cock. I got it all ready for you, is this hard enough for you?" "Hummm. I guess it's good enough for now. Can I ask you another favor though?" "Sure thing. What do you want?" "I want to watch you suck his cock. You said you liked it, so is sucking Brandon's cock while you watch me play with myself a good favor to you?" "Done deal, Kyra. Get up here and sit next to us." Scarcely able to believe what he was hearing, Brandon managed a look to his side past Fiona's thigh, and he saw Kyra crawling across the bed to meet him. When Fiona moved forward a little to give her room, Kyra leaned down to give Brandon a kiss. She hesitated at their first contact, and Brandon couldn't figure out why until he realized she was tasting Fiona's pussy on his mouth. "Interesting. Different than my taste, but not that much," Kyra whispered, "maybe tomorrow I'll be brave enough to find out first-hand. I hope you don't mind if I let Fiona borrow your dick for a while." "I'm fine with it if you are, but I have one condition." "Oh no... What is it Brandon?" "Before you make her stop, I want you to join her. I want to feel both of you with my hands while I feel both of you trade my cock back and forth and take turns sucking me." "I'm fine with that," Fiona called from above them, making Kyra laugh quietly before she nodded her head and sat back against the pillows. Surprise Three-way Brandon changed his angle slightly so he could see his wife, and he could tell that Fiona had moved to provide a better show. When he had a free hand that wasn't busy with her pussy, he spent as much time as he could holding her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples to make her do that moan that he liked, the one that vibrated his shaft. Most of the time he looked over at his wife as she masturbated to the scene, wondering why this turned her on, but not wanting to tempt fate by saying anything. He had lost track of time, and it felt like Fiona was getting ready to have another orgasm on his tongue when Brandon felt the bed moving. He looked over to see Kyra crawling towards them, and suddenly Fiona rolled away from him. Resting his head back on the blanket, he sighed as he finally got to rest his sore neck and tongue. Brandon reached out both arms, and quickly found a woman's leg on either side of his body. He traced his hand up, stopping when he reached the woman's asses, squeezing their cheeks. There was some quiet whispering happening at the middle of his body, and he interlaced his fingers behind his head so he could lift his head and see. Kyra was on one side and Fiona was on the other, and they were each holding his cock and whispering between each other until they realized they were being watched. "Don't yell at us, babe," Kyra said sweetly, "we were just talking. Look, we can share, see? I'm holding your cock and letting Fiona suck it. And when she's done, she will hold it for me. Oh look, she's ready if you want to watch me." "As much as I love this view, and I'll probably never see it again, don't do that too long though. Now that you've traded back and forth a few times, I do have one request." He saw the inquisitive eyes looking at him, but their mouths were too busy with his cock to answer. "What I would love is to see you two French kissing above my cock, then keep kissing while you lower your faces. Keep kissing as my cock goes into both of your mouths, so you're kissing the head and each other." Fiona smiled when Kyra's mouth dropped open in shock, and she took advantage of it to pull Kyra's face to hers, kissing her before Kyra could close her mouth. Inch by inch, they dropped lower, stopping when Brandon felt his cock press on their cheeks, then slide to their lips. Brandon saw Kyra open one eye to look at him, and he smiled at her when he felt their lips part enough for the tip to slip in. Both tongues welcomed their visitor, and Brandon groaned out loudly in pleasure, his head dropping back to the bed. Wanting more, Brandon thrusted his hips up as gently as he could, and his cock felt a woman's mouth on either side of his shaft. When the touches changed, he could tell that Fiona was sliding her lips along the side of his shaft while Kyra sucked his head into her mouth, dropping lower until she was cheek-to-cheek with Fiona. "Are you ready for my pussy?" Kyra asked as she let go of his cock. Brandon smiled to feel that Fiona had taken over sucking him off when his wife stopped to talk. "I need you inside of me Brandon, please." "Hell yeah I am. Too much more of your talented mouths, and I'll be feeding you a midnight snack entirely too soon." Fiona pulled away from his cock and got to her knees, straddling his thighs. "I want two more favors if you don't mind. The first will just take a second, I promise." At Kyra's nod, she continued, "It's something I read online and want to try. It isn't any good with a toy and I need a real cock for it. Getting a stranger into bed isn't worth the experiment though, but tonight is perfect." Sliding up along Brandon's thighs, Fiona noticed Kyra's increasingly worried look. "Fiona, you can't fuck him, I told you that. Maybe another time, but not tonight. I can't handle seeing it or even thinking that it happened." "I know, this doesn't have penetration. This is what they called 'hot-dogging' and the videos make it look really cool. Watch closely and you'll see he won't be inside of me." She pushed Brandon's cock flat against his stomach, then lifted her legs up to situate herself properly. Pulling apart her pussy lips, she settled down across his shaft, sliding back and forth slowly, coating the under-side of his shaft with her fluids. After a few passes, Fiona was able to judge the distance properly, and she now stopped when her clit was pressed on the bottom of his glans, then wiggled her hips slightly before pulling back. "Damn this feels good," she said softly, staring at Kyra, "and it could easily lead to sex, just slide too far forward, and on the back slide, you just push right and in he slides. That's for another day though. OK thank you, this favor is good." "That sounds fun," Kyra nodded, so what's the second thing?" "I know you like doggy style, so that's how I want Brandon to fuck you." Pausing to arrange herself in the middle of the bed, Fiona pulled Kyra to her, staring into her eyes. "I want to be under you, so come get on your hands and knees over me. Brandon, you come here too and get between our legs. Kyra, I can finger your clit while he fucks you, and every time he thrusts deep, his balls will smack my clit. I can feel his cock right now. Hold on, let me move... OK, now I can feel your husband's cock entering your pussy... Now he is sliding in and out of you with my fingers on his shaft, coated by your wetness." Brandon heard Kyra's wavering moan as she was fucked and fingered, and her noise stopped when her head lowered, and he knew his wife was kissing Fiona. Their friend's small fingertips slid across his shaft for only a moment longer, and he knew they had moved to Kyra's clit. As had been requested, Brandon started to speed up, plunging as deeply as possible into his Kyra's pussy, and he felt his balls hit Fiona's clit every time before he pulled back. Holding on to Kyra's ass cheeks, he angled his torso back for better leverage, thrusting steadily as his mind blanked out everything but the feelings and sounds the three of them provided. A cry of passion interrupted him, and Fiona's thighs gripped his while her body thrashed under Kyra. Brandon knew she was unable to get away from the woman on top of her, so he increased his speed and thrusting power. He knew it would make him finish faster, but he wanted his balls to keep assaulting Fiona's clit for as long as he could endure. Kyra's body started quivering under him, and Brandon was thankful that she was finishing because he was so close as well. Her grunting cry of pleasure was muffled by Fiona somehow, and he could feel her pussy throbbing on his cock. Brandon moved his hands to Kyra's hips to keep them both in place, and pulled her body towards his for his final thrusts. Grunting loudly once as the remaining strength in his body shot out through his cock, Brandon weakly held onto his wife as his hips randomly did smaller thrusts to plant his semen deep inside of her. Instead of the usual holding and cuddling in the aftermath of their shared orgasm, Brandon pulled his shrinking cock out of his wife and heavily fell to his side by her. Looking over at the ladies, he saw Kyra and Fiona lying cheek-to-cheek facing him, a warm glow on their faces, smiling at him wearily. "Holy shit that was intense," Kyra panted, "I never thought it would be like this." "Same here," Brandon whispered, "and did I seriously hear you say 'next time' or something like that? Is this how you want all of our football games to end?" "Maybe. We'll see what happens, but don't get your hopes up. And it wasn't football, even though it helped us get to this point. The next big game is in three weeks, so we have time to think about it." Kyra rolled to the other side, leaving Fiona between them, and the trio looked at the ceiling as they recovered for a few more minutes. "I don't think my legs work so well," Fiona whispered, "can one of you carry me to the living room and help me make the couch into a bed?" "Forget that. I'll be lucky to drag myself to the bathroom. Maybe Brandon will do it for you. If not, then fuck it, just stay here." Brandon laughed softly, trying to look across their friend to his wife. "Even though that sounds like fun, it also sounds kinda dangerous. I sure as hell can't be carrying anyone anywhere right now. Are you sure you're fine with me sleeping naked in the same bed as you two naked hot women?" "None of us are up to any more hanky panky, babe. Fiona, do you promise to behave yourself? I'll be in the middle, so we should be OK." Brandon stood up slowly, working his way to the head of the bed. He tugged down on the blanket and sheet, working it under the barely-moving women until he could bring it up to cover the three of them. Moving the the far side of the bed so he entered by Kyra, Brandon turned off the light and slipped under the covers. "Love ya babe, and goodnight Fiona." When he only heard snores, Brandon laughed quietly as he pushed Kyra to the side. With one arm under her head, he curled up behind her to spoon. Just before he fell asleep, he felt the women shift slightly, giving him more room on the bed. To make sure he wouldn't fall, he scooted closer to Kyra, and the hand under her head made contact with Fiona's breast. He froze at first then smiled, adjusting slightly so it rested better in his hand. With his other hand holding Kyra's breast, he felt his cock swell slightly, moving just high enough to rest in the crack of Kyra's ass. Happier than he had been in ages, Brandon closed his eyes. With his hands full, his cock happy, and the taste and smell of pussy on his lips, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.