6 comments/ 281757 views/ 31 favorites Triad Project: An Elegant Seduction By: Tx Tall Tales (If you've read the "Jen and Me" tales, the events portrayed here actually occurred the weekend following the "Marisa move".) * * * * * My wife Cheryl was quite excited by the idea of our seducing one of her best friends, Denise. For a week we'd been discussing ideas while in bed each evening, and each time she would get seriously worked up. She had nicknamed it the Triad project. Cheryl is a dear girl, but not quite the most subtle at subterfuge. Fortunately I'm more than sufficiently devious, manipulative, and borderline amoral for the both of us. I had met Denise several years earlier around the same time I had first met Cheryl. She was a bubbly, bright ex-college roommate, with shoulder length blonde hair that framed an irresistibly cute face. I was immediately struck with her prettiness, and had always found her the most attractive of all Cheryl's friends. The fact that she was the happiest, with a smile that lit up her face like a beacon in the night was only icing on the cake. For years while I was dating Cheryl, none of her friends had steady beau's and I'd always thought that if things between Cheryl and I didn't work out, Denise would be mine. Cheryl had found recent behavior of mine, 'above and beyond the call of duty', and as such, thought I should be rewarded. I'd already received the first part of my reward, the second part being the potential opportunity of a shared weekend of unmitigated sexual freedom, including our good friend Denise, if we could only get her assent. Denise was the first of Cheryl's friends to get married, and claimed to be quite happy in her marriage. She had never been quite as open about every facet of her life as Cheryl was with ours, but every indication was her home life was great. They had been together for years, and had a child just a bit older than ours. Her husband Mark and I had never really hit it off, no animosity, and just not a lot of commonality (except perhaps for admiration of his wife's figure!) We'd run into each other maybe twice a year - we lived a good 50 miles apart. Since Cheryl was a homemaker, and Denise worked part-time, the two full-time mommies still found time to get together every now and then, at least every few weeks, to gab, compare notes, and rehash old times. The topic of conversation recently, apparently, was the drastic improvement in our love life, and even some discussion of new paths forged, and new frontiers explored. I hadn't seen Denise in quite a while, close to a year, and she had yet to see the 'new' me. Cheryl's progress towards her goal to get back to her 'college shape' however was quite obvious. At some point she'd recruited Denise into her camp and they'd been running together for a couple of months now. Cheryl kept hinting that if I'd found Denise cute before, her new, fitter figure might be too much for my weak heart too handle. Weak heart! "So tell me again," Cheryl asked nervously, reclining next to me in bed that Friday morning, having just concluded an unexpected but oh-so-nice morning tryst. "When she comes down this afternoon, you two go shopping. Tell her that I insist on treating, thanks to a recent financial windfall, and it's time for you two to buy some clothes that fit you that aren't from the 80's". This earned me a smack, but it was largely true. None of Cheryl's clothing fit, except for some few items left from her college days. "It's just a little reward for all your efforts. Just the eye-candy value alone is worth a Neiman-Marcus weekend. "Of course, Denise might not understand that kind of extravagance. Make sure you shop someplace reasonable so she doesn't feel too concerned with prices since you're buying. And make sure that part of your shopping spree includes lingerie." "And in exchange for funding our expedition, all you'll ask for is a 'fashion show' of our purchases." Cheryl looked to me for approval, which I granted with a nod. "Exactly. Let her know about the 'show' before you shop, so she's thinking about that all afternoon. Get some sexy outfits, short skirts, sundresses, shorts, tight shirts, you know. Show off those cute bodies of yours." I smiled, running my hands over the object under discussion. "Our goal is to get her in a highly sensitized mood. We never come outright and discuss intimacy; it just hovers in the background, like white noise." I pulled out an envelope. "Here are $1500 worth of Mall coupons. They are good in either of the malls. Tell her I got it as a bonus, and want you to spend it. What would I buy in snooty malls like these? "Some silky teddies would be great, if you can swing it, but she may not bite. I imagine you can probably work in at least a nice nightshirt and panties, if you try. You might even try for some swimsuits if things are going smoothly. You be the judge. Remind her that what she buys should be for show. Tell her how you want her to help get me worked up so that you can get some serious action tonight." I added. "She must know that I've always found her really hot." "Oh, yeah. She's convinced that if she'd found you first, you two would be together now." Cheryl laughed. "I don't know about that," I joined in, "but she certainly would be a tasty treat." "And then?" She asked. "Let me deal with it after that. I have plans for dinner." I told her. "The rest is up to me, you just have to go along, and do whatever I ask." "Whatever you ask." She repeated doing her best Spock imitation with her eyebrows. "Yes, whatever I ask." I smiled. "We'll see..." ---- I got home from the office early, and arranged a few details for later that evening. My purchases had been completed, and I was relaxing on the screened-in porch. They burst in the through the front door, giggling and laughing like schoolgirls. I later found out they'd stopped by happy-hour on the way out of the mall to avoid rush hour, and were already feeling very little pain. Ah - I love it when a plan comes together. "STEVE, get your ass out here and help us." Cheryl yelled. "Yeah, STEVE, get your buns in action." Denise added, and both girls burst into laughter. "Ok, I'm here already, what's up." I sauntered in. "Oh my god, you look great!" Denise gushed, "And you're so big! I mean, well not big like before, but good big!" She reached up to touch my arm and ran her hand from shoulder to elbow. The baggy gym shirt and cotton gym shorts didn't do much to compliment my body, but I was still a far cry from the 300-lb. guy she'd last seen. She looked fabulous, but before I had a chance to express my views, my darling tipsy wife interrupted. "No annoying the help, please," Cheryl teased, dragging Denise off of me. "The bags are in the car, 'James', hop to." Cheryl did not play the socialite ingenue especially well, but I played along, answering 'Yes, Madame' and hoisting about a dozen bags into the house and into the living room. "Can I get you ladies a drink," I offered, "or perhaps some canapés? I have some exquisite seasonal offerings." "Very well, we'll take them in the drawing room," Cheryl answered, leading Denise arm-in-arm into the family room. I grabbed the remote and turned on the CD player, preloaded with elegant, sensual, classical music. I was determined to overwhelm Denise with an assault on all her senses. I brought out a silver platter layered with ice, and heaped with four freshly shucked oysters, four quail eggs stuffed with caviar, and a jar of Beluga, surrounded by toast points, buttered, plain, and coated with cream cheese, as well as a small bowl of creme fraische. Delicate mother-of-pearl spoons completed the arrangement. I situated the platter and removed the blue lid from the jar. As they 'ooh'd and 'ah'd, I brought out the champagne bucket, and opened the Perrier-Jouet Fleur. "Oh, you're spoiling us. You must want something," Cheryl giggled, coquetishly. "Not at all. It's not spoiling if you deserve it. You lovely ladies deserve nothing less. You've been dieting and working out so hard, and so successfully, that when you splurge, you should splurge big. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished, I can't tell you enough. And you Denise, you know you look marvelous, darling." Ok, Billy Crystal, I'm not. I stepped back appraisingly, running my eyes over her body. "Oh, please. I'm still 10 pounds more than I weighed when I started college." Denise responded, trying to hide within her oversized shirt. "Bullshit. You are beautiful; you would be way too scrawny if you lost 10 pounds. I keep trying to tell Cheryl that she's at her perfect weight, and she keeps adjusting her target weight. You tell her. I don't want one more inch lost off those yummy boobs and hips. Her butt is the closest thing to perfect I've seen - present company excepted. Stop the insanity!" "Now he is laying it on thick," Cheryl whispered to Denise. "Oh, no, I like it," Denise whispered back accepting the flute of dry champagne I offered, clinking her glass against Cheryl's in a conspiratorial toast. I knelt before Cheryl, and removed her shoes, rubbing her feet. "Your poor feet must be exhausted, after a hard day battling the mobs." Cheryl leaned back, caviar toast in one hand, champagne in the other. "This is the life," she breathed. I walked around the table to Denise's feet. I took her foot in hand. "May I?" I inquired. "Mmmmm," she responded, pointing her toe, and extending her leg. Heh. I knew that Denise always considered her calves, ankles and feet as some of her best features. I'd lean more towards her incredible, edible ass, and her pretty face, particularly the cute little dimples in each cheek. I removed one shoe, then the other, rubbing her feet as I had previously with Cheryl. Then placing her foot on my shoulder, I initiated a short calf massage, before completing the foot massage. If her skirt was just a little shorter, it might have offered me an enticing view. I returned to the kitchen where I brought in my own preferred beverage, a large glass of pineapple juice, then climbing over Cheryl's legs, positioned myself between the ladies. "Allow me," I offered, as I prepared a small scoop of caviar on a bed of plain toast with cream cheese. Turning to Cheryl, I fed this morsel to her, as she reclined decadently into the corner of the couch. "Oh, that was scrumptious." She announced. I prepared another bite size morsel, this time layering the caviar, creme fraische, and plain toast, and turned to Denise. "Do you care for caviar?" I asked. "I don't really know," she answered. "Then you must experience it. You may find it a little salty, although the Beluga is quite mild. Take a small bite, and if you like it, try crushing the berries with the tip of your tongue against the roof of your mouth." I held the toast to her mouth, and she tentatively accepted a small bite. "Mmm, that's nice." Denise admitted after opening her eyes. She opened her mouth and I place the remaining bite in her mouth, lightly running my finger across her lip. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her first caviar. It was a few moments before she spoke. "It really is not salty at all, and crushed, it's almost like a buttery omelet taste." "You like?" "I like." Turning back to the Cheryl I took a stuffed quail egg, and popped it in her mouth. She never opened her eyes, finishing the egg, and following with a sip of the champagne. Again, I turned to Denise, who was waiting expectantly. "What is that?" "Oeufs a l'amour, quail eggs stuffed with caviar, creme and crushed yolk. This I'm sure you'll enjoy." I once again fed her, and she captured my finger for a second between her lips, as she accepted the small egg. Denise finished the egg, and her tongue teasingly cleaned the corners of her mouth. "Wufs lamore." "Oeufs A L'amour, Eggs of Love," I told her, as I prepared the caviar with cream cheese and toast for myself. Unlike my wife, I was not a special fan of sturgeon eggs myself. I went light on the caviar. Denise was watching me intently, with a curious look on her face. I raised an eyebrow, inviting the question I knew she was harboring. "What is it you're drinking, a Salty Dog?" "Pineapple juice." "Why pineapple juice?" I leaned over to whisper softly in her ear, "It's a treat for Cheryl, for later." "How's that?" She asked, intrigued. "Oh, I really shouldn't say. It's not proper." "Please, Steve, I can keep a secret." She leaned really close and her lips were in almost constant contact with my ear as she spoke. She was doing her favorite teasing gesture, pulling and tugging at my shirt, then pressing her hand against me to 'flatten' the pull. My breath tickling her ear, I pulled her hair back and whispered softly. "I discovered on a diet once, that pineapples and bananas give me a delicate sweet flavor, or so a friend told me. It removes the bitterness and saltiness, I might otherwise have." I couldn't resist a light taste of her skin, as I completed sharing my secret. She was looking very confused, pondering my statement, when she suddenly blushed a deep crimson. Lowering her eyes, she drank half her champagne. I stood up and refilled their glasses. "Ladies, please enjoy your aperitifs. I have some preparations to make for dinner. If you'll excuse me." I started the dinner preparations, working on the tenderloin and baked potatoes that would take the longest. When I had finished I returned to the family room, and finding the appetizers gone, I cleared the table. I had only provided a small serving, just enough to whet their appetites. "Well girls, if you are sufficiently recovered from your arduous workout, perhaps you'd be so kind as to allow me a showing of what my bonus bought today," I said, situating myself in my leather recliner, and sipping my juice. Cheryl hopped up, pulling Denise by the hand, "Fashion show!" she sang, and dragged Denise off to the living room. It was a good ten minutes before they reappeared. They took turns standing just outside of the room and announcing each other. "Presenting Monique, in a divine floral summer smock, designed by monsieur Pierre Poupon, of the renowned J.C. Penoir," Denise announced as Cheryl strutted through wearing her brightly colored sundress. I was entertained for about 20 minutes. They had acquired quite a few new items. As the show continued the outfits got smaller and sexier. The improvement to Denise's body was nearly miraculous. She might believe she could lose another 5-10 pounds; as far as I was concerned she looked damn good. She came out in torn jean shorts and an open midriff peasant blouse, and my first erection of the evening made its presence known. She had a full, round ass, but no excess fat on her thighs. Her waist was narrow. No love handles, a tiny pooch in the front, and smooth curves. Nothing like Jen's hardbody or even Cheryl's slightly defined abs, but still sexy as hell. Of course all of this was somewhat hard to notice under the distraction of her large, blouse filling breasts. Cheryl packed quite a package on her chest, but I'd have to say I'd be hard-pressed to pick a winner in a battle of boobs. Cheryl came out in some ultra-low slung hip-hugger shorts, very retro, with two zippers in the front, one on each side. These were matched with what must have been the last tube top in the country. I whistled in appreciation. Finally Cheryl gave me the sign that they were nearly done. "Hold on a sec please, I must check on the dinner, I'll be right back." The girls returned to the living room to get their next outfits, while I put on the asparagus, and lobster, knowing they would ready in just a couple of minutes. "I'm back," I announced. "Lingerie, courtesy of Victoria's Secret," Cheryl announced, as the girls filed in side-by-side, wearing matching white satin nightshirts. Cheryl opened hers, letting it fall off her shoulders, displaying a bright red lacy bra, and matching red panties. Denise hesitantly opened hers, turning quickly one way, then the other, offering me a fleeting glimpse of a teal, extremely low cut bra, from which she was nearly overflowing. Her exquisite porcelain skin was beautiful. Her panties were also teal, very low cut, like hip-huggers, drawing a straight line from hip-to-hip, at the top of which I could see a few light hairs peeking up. I knew that from behind half her crack would be exposed by these. I clapped appreciatively. "Beautiful, excellent choices. Is that everything?" "Oh no," Cheryl cried bouncing up and down deliciously. "The swimsuits!" "Ah the finale. Please ladies, get ready." While they were changing, I returned to the kitchen, placed the food on their platters, and even sliced the tenderloin. "We're ready," Cheryl announced. I hurried back to my chair for the piece-de-resistance. Cheryl entered wearing a delightfully simple white bikini. The straps between the cups and along the sides of the bottom were striped in black. The cut was daring, but not overly, covering most of her breasts, and being pretty full cut in the back. She paraded around for a moment, stepping right up to the edge of my chair to make sure I was getting the full effect. It was very nice. I couldn't help but think it would be completely see though if it ever got wet. Denise had to be encouraged to come out, she finally snuck around the corner, arms crossed in front of her. She was wearing a gold suit, a two-piece. The top was a simple band across her breasts, bunched in the middle with what looked like an intricate rope knot. The swell of her breast was clearly evident both below and above the band, where the poor top was not up to the task of completely containing her treasure chest. The bottom was pretty, again gold, with the straps riding high on her waist, accentuating the swell of her hips. As she turned, I saw the back was almost non-existent, a narrow triangle of cloth running up the middle of her delightful rear, ending in a loop, about 4 inches across, where it attached to the rope around her waist. Her ass cheeks were perfect, full round, and incredibly tempting. "Gorgeous," I announced clapping, "those outfits will raise more than eyes on the beach this summer," I told them. I passed them two heavy Turkish bathrobes. "Put these on, dinner is ready, and we don't want it to get cold." Step number two accomplished. Get Denise into lingerie or a bathing suit, and get her used to wearing it through the meal. Goal: to make sure she wore only that or less for the rest of the evening. Dinner went well; it was a simple affair, surf and turf, with asparagus in hollandaise sauce and twice baked potatoes. A ripe '97 Australian Margaret River Chardonnay kept our light buzz intact. When the plates were relatively clean, I announced that dessert would be served in the family room. The girls returned to the couch, where I soon reappeared with chocolate fondue, and chilled strawberries, banana slices, cherries and seedless grapes. If a more sensual dessert existed, I'd never heard of it. I passed out the small forks, two each. "Now, I read the rules of fondue." I announced pulling out a little booklet. "Rule One. Dip fondue in a figure eight, to keep the chocolate mixed. "Two. Never double dip your fondue. "Three. Use one fork for dipping and the other for eating. "Four. If a lady drops her fondue, she must kiss the gentleman to her left. "Five. If a gentleman drops his fondue, he must buy the next bottle of wine or the next round. "And last but not least, rule number six. The purposeful knocking off of fondue will not be tolerated. "Are there any questions? If not, let's dig in." Of course it wasn't long before Cheryl lost a banana in the chocolate (they were the hardest to keep on the fork). She paid her forfeit happily. Triad Project: An Elegant Seduction Denise learned the hazards of banana dipping also. "Oh, shit!" she pronounced, when she pulled an empty fork from the fondue. Denise crawled over and placed a delicate kiss on my lips. Her robe gaped open as she leaned over, and provided a nice view. I lost a strawberry - no, really, it WAS an accident - and asked the ladies what they'd like for a drink. "I'm fine," said Denise, who was sipping more champagne. "This isn't fair," cried Cheryl. "We've already got our drinks. I think you should have to kiss one of us." "Or both of us," piped in Denise, surprising me. "I believe I am willing to modify the rules in this case and accept that penalty." I turned to Denise and gave her a light kiss on the lips, just a hint of tongue on her top lip as I pulled away. I then turned to my wife, and gave her a long deep kiss. Several more kisses were exchanged as we worked our way through the remaining fruit. By the last few pieces, virtually every one 'fell' off a fork. My kisses with Cheryl now included some pretty obvious groping inside her robe. Denise's kisses became more and more amorous, first adding a bit of tongue and a nibbled lip, then more tongue and longer duration. The final kiss, my hand was inside her robe, caressing her bare skin, from the edge of her breast, down her side, over and around her hips. With the last of the dessert gone, I stood, unable to hide my obvious excited state. I refilled the champagne glasses, and cleared the table, returning with one more bottle, which I placed unopened in the ice bucket. "That was the one of the most wonderful dinners I have ever had. Thank you." Denise proclaimed, half-drunk, leaning back against the couch, eyes closed, and robe lying completely open on one side. "Steve, you have certainly earned a reward tonight," Cheryl added. "Thanks for the dinner and the clothes." "And the clothes!" Denise sat up and leaned over, putting her hand on my shoulder, and gazing into my face continued, "Thank you for the outfits. I love them." "You are very welcome, I'm just glad I can make you girls happy." I leaned forward and gave Denise another kiss, which she returned. "That's it for my plans for the evening, what do you girls want to do, watch a movie?" I inquired. "Oh, I'd just fall asleep," Cheryl muttered, "Let's do something else." "Scrabble?" I asked. "Oh, come on Steve, you always win the board games." Denise countered. "I don't see anyone else making suggestions." I replied. "Well you know," Cheryl said, "we gave you a show, I think you should give us one." "Oh, c'mon, I didn't get anything new." I quipped. "I'm sure Denise would like to see the 'new you'. Why don't you show her the posing routine I see you practicing in the bathroom." "Yes! Please, I'd love to see just what I've been hearing all about." Denise spoke up. "C'mon, baby, show us what you got!" She did a bit of a shimmy, which opened her robe completely up. "Well, Ok, but really there's not much to it. Give me a minute to get ready." I retired to the living room where, amid the scattered ladies clothing, I pressed out some quick push-ups, and tried to generate a bit of a pump isometrically. When I could finally feel my muscles starting to tighten a bit I entered the family room. I was currently down to about 8% body fat. Not quite contest potential, but certainly enough to show my cuts and six-pack. I went through a quick pose down, hitting a few standard shots, double biceps, most muscular, side biceps, and front lat spread, letting them see my chest, arms, abs and quads. I then turned and did a double biceps from the back, which I held for a long time, and then my favorite, the rear lat spread. I have a naturally wide body, and a huge back. When I hit the lat spread, blowing up my back to its fullest size, it looks like I'm taking up two zip codes. Coincidentally, my best showing muscle is probably calves. Just lucky genetically, mine look like two beer cans strapped to each leg. I don't think even Cheryl had any idea of my muscularity. She never hits the gym with me, and has only seen me doing a pose or two in the mirror in the bathroom. I was holding the poses a long time, and now sweating and trembling a bit. Looking at the girls, I could tell they didn't know what to make of me. I finished and started shaking out my arms and quads. I was cramping a bit on my left lat, and was massaging it out. At 6'1", 245 lbs. I'm not the biggest guy in the gym, but I'm sure I piss a few people off by being able to build mass so easy. I can only thank my parents. I took up my seat between the ladies again, wearing not much more than them at this point. Cheryl asked breathlessly, "Make a muscle again," staring at my arm. A muscle usually means biceps, so I threw up a right biceps. I supinated my wrist to make it dance, then went back to a natural position and pressed out the hardest peak I could. She touched it tentatively, then strongly. She clung to it with both hands. "I didn't know...It's bigger than my leg." Probably close. At just over 20 inches it was probably as big as our tiny friend Marisa's waist. "Do that back thing again," Denise pleaded. I placed my hand just below my lats, then flexed hard. She ran her hands from shoulders down the central column to my lower back, then wide across my back. She reached through my arms trying to reach around my chest. She couldn't even reach both nipples. I could feel hers however, digging into my back as she hugged me tight. Holding the pose, I cramped again. "Crap," I exclaimed as I dropped my arms and tried to shake it out. "Oh, I'm sorry, where's it hurt?" Denise asked. Holding my left arm over my head, I indicated half way down my left side with my right hand. Denise was trying to massage the muscle, pretty ineffectively, but the kisses she was showering on my side were starting to effect a different muscle. I had no doubt she was at least 1/2 drunk, and in a receptive mood. "Not to be a party pooper, ladies, but I think I'm ready for bed. Cheryl I believe promised me a reward for my efforts over the meal, and if I don't collect soon, I'm going to split my shorts. "Denise you know where the guest room is." I turned to face her. "You are welcome to join me and Cheryl in our room, no pressure, no obligation." I took her hands in mine. "I'd love to have you share our bed tonight." Denise looked dazed. She looked past me, to Cheryl, who nodded. "C'mon up for fun. At the least you can see a little of what I've told you, firsthand. You don't have to do anything." Denise just stared beyond both of us, then reached out and placed an open palm against my chest. With her other hand she caressed my huge quads. I figured that was about as much of a yes as she was likely to articulate at this moment. I stood and lifted her, her robing falling completely off, exposing her delightful body to my full view. I cradled her in my arms like a child, and carried her upstairs. She pressed her face into my shoulder. When I reached our room, I placed her on the edge of my king-sized bed, and leaned over to gather in another kiss from the pretty little thing dressed so skimpishly. Cheryl had followed right behind me, and wandered around the room, doing that girl thing, lighting some candles, and turning down the lights. While she was doing this I crawled into the middle of the bed. I lay on my back and extended my arm out to reach under Denise's head. She turned to me, laying her head on my shoulder, and lying on her side, with her top hand slowly exploring my chest and abs; it wandered like a small lost creature on its own. Cheryl climbed onto the other side of the bed, burying herself in my other arm. She was hugging my chest, watching Denise. I leaned over and kissed Cheryl, a long sensuous kiss. I then turned to Denise whose head was still lowered. I watched Cheryl's hand cross the expanse of my chest, taking Denise's chin and raising her face towards mine. Denise's eyes were smoldering, the beautiful bright green orbs shining brightly. She was breathing quite heavily, and I wondered how close she was to bolting or if she was committed. My lips lowered to hers, and my tongue eagerly sought hers. I pulled her up and towards me, so she was half-lying across me. Her top leg encircled mine, and her arm reached over and across my chest. She took command of the kiss, hungrily exploring my mouth as her leg bent forward, until her thigh was in contact with my erection. Our breaths mingled as her chest was heaving with excitement. Unable to resist, I lowered my hand to her rear, first softly caressing her lower back and round butt, then reaching in her suit to grab and squeeze one cheek, then the other. Denise finally pulled her mouth off mine, and dug her head into my shoulder. "God, you feel good," she told me, her leg moving back and forth, rubbing my hard-on. I watched as Cheryl took Denise's hand and guided it down to my cock. Denise rubbed it through my shorts, grasping and tugging at it gently. Cheryl then lifted the top of my shorts out, and pulled Denise's hand inside. "Oh God," Denise whispered, wrapping her legs around my one right leg, squeezing it tightly. I could feel the heat of her need, as she rubbed against my thigh. I flexed my quads a couple of times, spreading her legs each time, and she moaned and squeezed my cock tightly with her little hand. I felt Cheryl's mouth engulf the head of my cock, and Denise was stroking the shaft, basically beating me off into Cheryl's mouth. Denise moved her head from my shoulder to my chest, and lowered her leg, so she could watch my dick disappear into Cheryl's face. She started building up a rhythm to match Cheryl's head bobbing. Her hand was holding tighter now, and she was able to almost reach around the entire shaft. Hoping for the best, I placed my hand on the back of Denise's neck, and pushed her down to join her best friend, bathing my cock. She took little encouragement, wiggling down the bed, and placing her face adjacent to Cheryl's. Cheryl abruptly sat up, shook her hair loose, then slid off the bed, grabbed the sides of my shorts and pulled them off in one hard pull. Our state of undress was extremely inequitable, what with me completely naked, and the girls still wearing their new bathing suits, but I was not about to complain. Denise had never let go of my cock, though she had stopped stroking for a few seconds as I was divested of my last article of clothing. She reached forward and placed a small kiss on the swollen head. The extended period of my erection, combined with the sensuality of the moment and Cheryl's generous oral action, had me about as hard and big as I get. Not huge, maybe 7", but pretty thick around. Cheryl took up her place on the other side of my leg, and looking into Denise's face, gave me a long lick from bottom to top of my cock, rubbing the bottom of her tongue across the head, then swirling her tongue all around the purple helmet. She placed her hand over Denise's and pointed my cock towards her pretty friend’s mouth. After only a moment's hesitation she performed the same ritual, ending with enveloping the top three inches with her warm mouth, before pulling back. Cheryl smiled. Both her and Denise's hands were wrapped around the very bottom of my cock, holding it upright. Cheryl performed a series of licks and head bobs, and again held my cock out to Denise, who eagerly matched her actions, pulling my head out of her mouth with a pop, and grinning mischievously back at Cheryl. This time, Cheryl pointed the head of my cock back to Denise, as she lowered her face to give attention to my balls, thighs, and lower shaft. While Cheryl took one ball then the other in my mouth, Denise lowered her face back to my cock, and sucked it all the way to the back of her mouth, taking more than half of it. She watched Cheryl for a while, then shifting her body, she made a show for me, looking into my eyes as she bobbed up and down on my cock, first very slowly then hard and fast for a dozen or so strokes, and then back to the measured pace. She would pull off for a moment, and bath my cock with her tongue, but it was never more than a few moments before I was back in her mouth. Soon Cheryl was licking higher on my cock; her tongue occasionally meeting Denise's lowering mouth, and tangling her tongue with Denise's when she pulled my cock from her mouth. Denise pushed my cock into Cheryl's mouth, while she bent down to whisper something in her ear. Cheryl pulled up and smiled, saying, "I guess you'll just have to find out." "What?" I asked, not like being left out. Denise interrupted her sucking to look up at me and answer. "You know, is the juice/fruit thing true." "Well, the good news is, one or both of you will find out shortly." I answered, thrusting up into Denise's lowering mouth. "Denise, as our guest, I'd like you to be first." Cheryl said, in a hilariously formal tone. "MMmm, why thank you, I don't mind if I do." She answered politely with a teasing grin then did her best to swallow as much cock as she could, firmly stroking my dick into her own mouth. Cheryl stood up, removed her bathing suit, and then proceeded to remove Denise's. When both girls were completely naked, Cheryl climbed up behind Denise, rubbing her breasts across Denise's back, and watched her suck my dick. "Make him cum, baby, he's wanted to cum in that sweet mouth of yours for soooo very long. You know, sometimes when I suck his cock he calls me Denise, and fucks my face forever." Patently untrue. Forever is a really long time. But what the hell, the little deceit hurt no one and I'm sure made Denise feel sexy. "She's so good baby. Better than I dreamed. God, I need to cum so bad, but I don't want this to ever stop." "Cum, cum in her mouth, let her taste your sweet cum. Fill her mouth, then let me lick you both clean." Cheryl was kissing Denise's face while she sucked me like there was no tomorrow. "Ohhh, Ohhhhhh Denise, I'm going to cum, ooooooh, I'm finally going to fill your sexy little mouth." I expected to have her pull back a bit, but she just picked up the pace, bouncing her face up and down on my cock, and her hand worked up and down my shaft a mile a minute. "Ooooooh, that's it, that's it, Yeaaaaaaaaahhhh, FUCK, FUCK, TAKE IT, TAKE IT, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK UUuunnnnnnghhhh," I burst into her mouth, cumming explosively, releasing stream after stream of cum into her sucking mouth. She swallowed the first couple of streams, but I was leaking out of the sides of her mouth, and she was breathing through her nose hard as she tried to keep me deep in her mouth, sucking hard. As I slowly relaxed Denise finally relinquished her oral grip on my dick, and leaned her head far back, eyes closed, savoring the reward her efforts had gained. Cheryl was not one to let an opportunity go wasted, and took my still hard cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. She then lay on her back, her head in my lap, her face under Denise's. As Denise leaned forward again, Cheryl reached up and pulled her face down to her own. Denise opened her mouth and let her cum soaked tongue descend into Cheryl's, sharing what was left. They kissed for a few seconds. I could see Cheryl's tongue reaching up and searching for any last traces. "God, Steve, you have the sweetest cum." Denise finally gasped. "I know," Cheryl chimed in. "But to be fair it's not always like that, but that fruit and juice thing he does, it's amazing. I can always tell when he's on that nasty protein diet, strong, bitter and sticky." "Mmmm, I could suck him forever." Denise continued. "I may take you up on that," I answered jokingly, waving my still hard erection at her. "Oh, Jesus, that looks good." Denise dropped her head back down to my cock, taking me as deep as possible and just holding me there, enjoying the sensation having her mouth filled tightly. "I think that can wait," I told her, as with a great effort, I lifted her face off my erection. "I think it's your turn to be pleasured." I climbed off the bed, took her in my arms, and just to show off, tossed her up in the air. "You have such a sweet, delectable body, I just have to be allowed to explore you for a while." I swung her around and tossed her into the middle of the bed, leaping up and pinning her down with my weight as I licked her tits. Cheryl was giggling and feeding me Denise's tits. "He's such a tit man, Neecey", Cheryl laughed, "I can't believe he waited this long to snarf yours." At first, I just had to lower my face into the sexy valley between her gorgeous tits, and just rest there, inhaling her sweet fragrance. Her nipples were huge, easily the size of silver dollars, and after spending a few moments bestowing kisses all around the extensive expanse of her bounteous breasts, I settled in to some serious licking and sucking of one nipple. Once content with the state of hardness on that one, I switched to the other. Sated for the moment, I lowered myself down Denise's body, while Cheryl repositioned herself, sitting at the very top of the bed, and holding Denise's head in her lap. She was holding Denise's hands in hers. "I know you're going to enjoy this." When I reached Denise's pussy, I was caught for a loss for just a moment. In all the activity, I hadn't noticed that her nether valley was completely bare. Not a hair to be seen. I looked up to see her blushing, as my eager gaze took in every detail, every fold, and every crease of flesh. I used my thumbs to spread her lips wide, then licked the length of her opening, pausing at the end of each lick to vibrate my tongue over her exposed clit. Within moments her body was jerking and shaking under my ministrations. Within minutes she was cumming hard, crying out, filling my mouth with her secretions. The quantity of her juices was astounding; I'd never experienced such a continuous stream, as she came repeatedly. I eased up, going into a very gentle caressing, licking mode, slipping a finger inside her and gently pumping her with one, then two. Denise's breath had returned finally returned to almost normal. Cheryl was talking to her gently when I saw Denise's face screw up and then she burst into tears. I didn't know what was going on. I was afraid she was having second thoughts, and was considering sinking my cock in her immediately, before I lost my opportunity. I sat up, grasped her thighs near her hips and pressed my thighs against the back of hers, my hard cock resting across her pussy. "What's wrong beautiful?" I asked the sobbing girl, who had turned her head and shoulders to the side and was crying into Cheryl's thighs. Her lower body wasn't moving, my legs and hands pinning her down, keeping her legs wide open. Cheryl looked up from stroking Denise's hair, clearly distressed. "I only asked her when was the last time she'd cum that hard on anyone's tongue." The urge to be understanding finally lost out to my baser, more natural self, and I pressed my hard cock deep into her pussy, making her gasp, among her sobs. Once I was fully sheathed, I leaned over her body, holding her face in my hands, and turning her to face upwards. Her face was a mess, tears everywhere, her mascara having run, her left cheek smeared. Cheryl had some tissues from the side of the bed, and was administering to her face, while I held her. "Don't cry. Please. Just tell me what's wrong, maybe I can fix it." My hips continued to slowly thrust into her, never pulling out more than a few inches, and pressing home hard on each completed stroke. She laughed almost hysterically, "God, I don't know what's wrong. Everything is wonderful. That's the hardest I've cum in a long time. It's just so weird. And I'm afraid." "Afraid? Of what?" I had to ask. Triad Project: An Elegant Seduction "Of us. Of how I'll feel afterwards. Will I be able to look you guys in the eyes? What will you think of me? What do you think of me now? And Mark. What would he think? Will I be able to tell him? Do I want to?" Once the dam broke I was drowned in a torrent of words. I kissed her lips lightly, as Cheryl continued her cleanup. "Let me answer what I can. We love you. We have for years, and we will long after this night is through." I held her face in my hands, my arms across her shoulders pinning her down to the bed. With my thumbs I brushed a few stray tears below her eyes. Then, while looking into her eyes, I pulled back and long-stroked her, letting her feel the sensation of my thick cock spreading her tight pussy and slowly filling her. I gave her the full length, pulling completely out, with the head just barely lodged in her opening, and then re-entering her, with one long full stroke after another. The sensation on my cock head was unworldly, and her wet cunt was gripping me tightly. I could feel her muscles massage me as I entered her each time. "As for Mark. He'd be jealous as hell, but I think that you and Cheryl will be able to get together and show him what a great idea something like this can be." I think she only just realized that I was fucking her, and her head fell back, her eyes rolling up and disappearing. Her mouth was wide open, and I reached forward, and licked the top of her mouth. She sucked my tongue hard; it felt like she was trying to pull it from my mouth. I pulled my face away, rescuing what was left of my tongue, and continued my assault on her tender pussy. I took her breasts in my hand, squeezing them, teasing her nipples, and playing with the hard little eraser tips pointing to the ceiling. Cheryl, in a move that surprised me, lifted her hips up and settled her pussy down on Denise's mouth. It wasn't long before I could tell that Denise was not inactive, and Cheryl leaned forward, arms braced on the bed, watching my cock penetrate her best friend. "Am I gonna get some of that tonight?" she asked me, and I could see a danger of jealousy entering the equation. I had been paying way too much attention to Denise and not enough to my generous wife who had made all this possible. I reached over and kissed her. "Of course. How does it feel to have her tongue in your sweet pussy?" I asked her. I was now fucking Denise pretty hard, and her body's bouncing was reflected in the jiggling of both hers and Cheryl's tits. "God, Steve, I am so hot right now. Seeing you fuck her like that, feeling her suck me so desperately hard, it's incredible." Denise was clearly moaning and crying out, between long moments of sucking and licking. With each renewed moan or cry, I could see Cheryl catch her breath, then settle back down on Denise's face. "Are you gonna cum?" Cheryl asked as my pace picked up once again. "No, not for a while, but I think our friend is, her pussy is spasming all over my cock." I answered with a smile, listening to Denise finally scream out. Her hands were beating at the covers, then grabbing her own breasts and squeezing them pulling her nipples hard. Her hands were out of control, slapping the bed, grabbing the sheets, reaching out to touch me, grabbing Cheryl's legs. I sat more upright, pulling her ass off the bed, and spreading my legs as wide as I could, so that I was fucking up into her pussy, trying to find her g-spot. While I was repositioning, Cheryl rubbed Denise's clit area, grinning at me with a truly ornery look. Cheryl had raised up a few inches, giving Denise some breathing room, as we watched her lose herself. "Oh, god, oh god, oh god, oh god, Aaaaaahhhhhhh, oh please, no more, I can't, I can't, oooooooh, aaaaaaahhhh, FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, Aaaaaahhhhh, SHIIIT, Mmmmmmmm," she buried her face in Cheryl's cunt, for a few moment, her body shaking all over. Her hands grasped Cheryl's thighs as she pressed her mouth into Cheryl's twat, her tongue buried. When Denise pulled her face out of Cheryl, and renewed her continuous stream of gasp, moans and shrieks, Cheryl scooted back and took Denise's head and shoulders into her lap, stroking her feverish, wild face. "That's it baby, cum for us, cum for both of us." She reached down and kissed Denise gently. The soothing tones and caresses must have been working for Denise was coming back to earth. As her body finally resumed a more normal breathing pattern, I pulled out of her, to a cry of, "Noooooooo..." I pulled Denise down, so her legs were hanging off the end of the bed at the knees. "Denise, that was incredible, but I have to fuck my wife. I mean, I've got to fuck her now." I figured it was time to spread the wealth. And at the same time let my wife know how much I loved to screw her, even with a hot new pussy in my bed. I lifted her bodily and placed her legs on each side of Denise's head. I pushed her head down into Denise's snatch, and spread her cheeks. I looked down to see Denise's eyes wide open, watching me prepare to drill my wife. I smiled, and just for a second, lowered my cock to Denise's mouth. She opened and took it, 'til I pulled out. I reached down to Denise's hands, pulled her hands around Cheryl's legs, and placed them on Cheryl's pussy. "Open her for me." I was really surprised how readily both these women took to girl-girl activities. From previous discussions, I was pretty sure that neither of them had ever really experimented much in that direction. I wondered about the veracity in the statement that all women are bi-curious, and one bottle away from willing. Denise used her fingertips to spread Cheryl's lips, pulling them what looked painfully wide. I lowered my dick to her mouth one last time, before I place the head in the opening Denise was exposing. I grabbed Cheryl's hips and slammed forward, sinking hard, to the hilt. I had expected some response, and saw that Cheryl's head was trapped between Denise's thighs. I smiled to myself, and pounded away. Every few moments, I would feel Denise's mouth work on my balls, or where my shaft entered Cheryl. She was clutching Cheryl's ass tightly and pulling herself up to lick us. Each time I could see the bright white marks around her fingers. She would spread Cheryl's ass wide open, exposing the little target I had only just recently penetrated for the first time. I reached down and spread Cheryl's legs with mine, lowering her closer to Denise's questing tongue. Taking Denise's hand in mine, I pulled her hand higher, placing her fingertips at Cheryl's tight little butt hole. I gave Cheryl the long stroke treatment, as I watched Denise play with Cheryl's butt-hole, occasionally slipping her fingertip inside. I decided to play along, and taking her middle finger in my hand, I fucked Cheryl's ass with Denise's finger. After a few moments of this, I looked up to see that Denise's legs were open, and Cheryl's head was lying sideways, resting on Denise's thigh. I could just hear her moaning softly to herself. I pulled out the full length of my cock, so I could look down to see what Denise was up to. Her nose was at my cock, and her mouth was clearly attached to Cheryl's pussy, right over her clit. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly enthralled in what she was doing. Satisfied, I sank back into Cheryl. I pulled Denise's finger out from where it was lodged, and replaced it with mine. After I had worked it around and loosened her up a bit, I placed Denise's fingers back to the edge of Cheryl's butt-hole. It wasn't long before she had managed to get one inside alongside mine. Soon we were playing little games in her butt, alternating strokes, twisting, pulling in different directions. I was really getting hot now, and had to give it a try. I pulled out of Cheryl, scooted back and replaced my finger with my mouth, doing my best to stick my tongue all the way up her butt. Denise's finger was still driving in and out, and I was licking all around it. "Cheryl," I started hesitantly, "You know..." "Do it," she hissed, "Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard." That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her knees, and pulled them together and forward, pinning them against Denise's sides. "Hold these for me." I jokingly told Denise, who was stroking Cheryl's thighs, and holding them tight against her. Cheryl's butt stuck well out, and was now a little farther forward. I backed off for a second, taking a pillow, and placing it under Denise's head. When I kissed her, my ear got wet rubbing against Cheryl's pussy. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Do you like anal?" "Oh, God, no, I mean..." she answered, almost frightened. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything to you to hurt your or that you didn't want." I reassured her, with another small kiss. "Just watch." I went to get the Vaseline, just in case. I returned and positioned myself. Opening the jar, I placed some on Cheryl's hole. "Get her ready," I instructed Denise guiding her hand. She reached up to the hole she could barely see, and rubbed the Vaseline into her tight butt. "Help me. Get her excited," I told Denise, lifting her head a bit, pushing her mouth against Cheryl's slit, I brushed her hair back away from her face gently. Denise extended her tongue and licked the dripping pussy, running her tongue up and down between her lips. Inches in front of her eyes, I took a few fingers of Vaseline, and lathered my cock with it, spreading it evenly. Ready, and definitely overheated, I placed my cockhead at Cheryl's most private entrance, and slowly pushed. I held Denise's hand at the top of my cock, at the edge of her opening, so I couldn't pop out. Pushing harder, I felt her stretch open, and I popped in, stopping with about two inches inside her. "Aaarggghhhh, SHIT," Cheryl cried. "GOD that hurts." Her breath was coming in gasps, "What the fuck was I thinking? Shit..." Contrary to her words, she was wiggling her ass, and I could feel her pushing back trying to bury more of me. I helped, stretching her ass cheeks apart as far as I could, and pushing two more inches in. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, ENOUGH," she screamed loud enough to wake half the block. "Jesus, how can she take that in such a tiny hole?" Denise asked, entranced by the action occurring at the end of her nose. She licked Cheryl's pussy from clit all the way to where my cock entered Cheryl's ass, then followed her tongue up my shaft and then all over my balls. "God, that's the nastiest, sexiest thing I've ever seen," Denise proclaimed. "What's it feel like, Cheryl." "Fuck, it feel like someone stuck a baseball bat up my ass." She was growing accustomed to the feel again, and was ready for more. "Ok, baby, slowly now, no more stabbing like that last one." I used a series of gently hip thrusts to slowly push in another inch. "God, baby. That's almost it. Your sweet little ass is full." I continued the slow penetration. "Oh, yeah, FUCK. Fuck my ass with your monster cock you great big bastard. Make Neecy watch you fuck my ass. God, you fill me soooo tight." Cheryl was grunting, spitting the words out between her clenched teeth. Denise was licking deep in Cheryl's pussy, but her eyes were fixed on Cheryl's stretched asshole. Her fingers were wrapped around my shaft, and pressed against the edge of where I entered Cheryl. "Do it, Steve, finish it, fuck her poor little asshole. Get that whole monster in her. God that's so sexy, you two are so hot!" Finally with one last thrust, my balls were resting on Denise's face, and I was buried to the hilt. I held it there, letting her adapt. "I can't believe it, but you've got the whole thing." I confessed to Cheryl. "You amaze me." "MMmmm, Am I tight?" she asked me. "Are you kidding me? Like a fist." "Am I hot?" She rotated her butt, driving me nuts. "Gaaaawd, hotter than sunspots." She bounced back against me. "Is Denise licking your balls?" I guess she could tell. "Oh yeah, baby." "Who's the best wife in the world?" She was twisted around looking back at me and smiling mischievously. "And you better get this right." "You are baby, you are the best. FUCK, you are tight." "Who else shares their best friend." She kept on, teasing me, subtly torturing me. "Only you baby. You are the best." I was starting to rock back and forth in her ass. I would have said anything at this point to drill that ass. "Ahh, ahh. Not yet baby." A little louder now, "Neecy, who's got the hottest husband?" "Mmmm, you do Cee," she answered, slightly muffled. "Who else shares their big hard man with their best friend?" she asked, reaching down and taking a long lick at Denise's wide-open pussy. "Ohhhhmmmmmm, Just you, Cee, just you." she gasped. "Who's going to get you more sex in a weekend than you've had in months?" She asked, burying her face in Denise's pussy. "Gaaaaawwd, ohhhh, you baby, you, just you, mmmmmmmm." "Who's the best friend of all Neecy, who is it?" "Michele? OOOOH, oooh, nooooo just kidding, just kidding, aaaaahh, OOOOOHHHH, YOU CHERYL, FUCK, FUUUUUCK, YOU, YOU, YOU!" She was almost screaming; later I'd have to find out what that was all about you. "Fuckin' A, it's me." Cheryl wrapped her arms under Denise's ass and grabbed her hips in a bear grip, "Now, Steve, now you can fuck my ass. Fuck me raw. Show Neecy what it's like to get really fucked. Fucked up the ass. Fuck me NOW, AHHHHHHHHHh, FUUUUCCKKK, MMMMmmmmmmm," she buried her face deep in Denise's pussy, when I had pulled out and shoved my entire dick up her ass in one long shove. "Oh my gaaaaawd. That whole thing up that small hole, I can't believe it..." Denise gasped, trailing off, under Cheryl's attention, and burying her tongue back up inside Cheryl's soaked twat. I fucked that ass. I fucked it hard like she asked. I pulled way out and hesitating, so I could catch Denise's eye for a second, I would slam the whole thing up inside her. There was no rhythm at first, just pull out, wait, and then slam it home. Closing my eyes, I spread her cheeks and developed a long smooth rhythm, so I could enjoy the sensation. I was speeding up, shaking the whole bed, when I felt Denise's exploring fingers reaching for my own asshole. She was a horrible tease, making me take her finger each time I pulled out more than half way. For a while I would just diddle Cheryl's butt, then pulling back Denise's finger would crawl up inside me. I could barely make out her muffled words, "How do you like it, huh," she asked finally getting a second finger in my ass. "I like it a lot," I gasped. I drilled Cheryl's butt, and holding steady, I told her, "Go ahead, fuck my ass." Denise started really cramming her two fingers up me, hard and fast, and I could feel her trying to get a third one up there. Each stroke of hers made my cock pulse inside Cheryl's worn ass. "Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum." I announced. "Cum on my face, cum on her ass, cum all over us." She pulled her fingers out of my butt, which put me over the edge. "Aaahhhhhhhhhh, Yeahhhh," I pulled out, blowing my first load half way down my wife's back. Then I was pointing my dick down at her ass, and aimed a shot in her butt-hole, which still hadn't closed. After that I shot several more streams into Denise's face, and on Cheryl's pussy. I was cumming an impossible amount for a second time after already having cum once already, such a short time ago. I couldn't stop cumming, and it hurt. "Oohhhh GAAAWD, that was incredible." I cried. Cheryl was half-unconscious, collapsed fully on poor Denise. I lifted her off and lay her down to the side, still on her belly. "Who's the best wife," she mumbled, smiling. "You, baby, you." I looked over to find Denise cleaning up the mess I'd just made, with her tongue. "But you know, baby, Denise is not a bad best friend." I added. "Mmmm, I know. I love my Neecy," She purred. "Yes you did. You both did, and I hope you'll do it again." Denise answered, lying across Cheryl's back while she licked the last traces of my cum off my wife's back. I wandered off to the bathroom. Nature was calling, and I wanted to clean up a bit. I turned on the shower, took my leak while it warmed up, then hopped in. I pulled the door, only to have it stopped. Denise climbed in, closing the door behind us. "Steve. Thank you so much." She was holding me tight, desperately tight, while she pressed her head against my chest. She looked up at me. "That was the wildest, nastiest sex of my life. I can die happy now." She had a cute twisted little grin. She took the soap off the dish and worked up a lather that she applied to my worn out johnson. "You know, Denise, I've wanted you from the first time I saw you. You are so damn cute you make my teeth ache. Sweet, innocent, little Denise. The college virgin. I thought you'd be impossible to seduce." She was continuing to lather me, turning me under the showerhead. "I could have been yours anytime. But after I saw you tonight, from the moment I walked in the front door, all I could do was pray that what I thought might happen, would." "You had an idea this might happen?" I asked, incredulous. Her hands never stopped. She had a wonderful way of washing my back and ass. From in front, with her tits pressed against my abs, and her lips and tongue cleansing my nipples. "Well, Cheryl was always talking about how hot your love life had become. Then when she invited me down for a 'girls' getaway, getting me to make up stories for Mark, I wondered if something wasn't up. When she told me you were cooking dinner, and we were going to do a fashion show for you, and none of the other girls from the old college group were going to be here, well, I had to wonder. And the baby was at the grandparents - you know how she loves to show off that little girl, I knew something was up. Just not sure what." "Hehe, and we thought we were so damn devious." I laughed. Her hands were working diligently at my cock, which was responding amazingly well considering what it had just been through. "Deviant maybe. You spoiled me so wonderfully tonight. I'll always remember this night even if only for that, and I'll always love you for trying so hard." "Speaking of hard, may I?" I asked, leaning over and kissing her lips, as her hand continued to stroke my newly erect cock. "Of course, whatever you want." She smiled to me. "Whatever I want?" I asked, giving her an extra naughty look. "This weekend, I will try anything you want, anything." She looked at me intensely, and I knew she was frightening herself with her own offer. "For now," I reached down and lifted her up by her thighs just under her ass, "This is what I want." And I tried to lower her onto my cock. Stupid Steve hadn't considered how difficult water could make for a dry penetration. I reached my right hand across her ass, and grabbing her opposite ass cheek I told her to lift her legs. Holding her in one arm, I grabbed my cock and worked it into her tight pussy. "My God, Steve. I can't believe you can hold me like a sack of groceries, with one hand. You are so, so...Oh I don't know. So strong. Such strong hard hands." She was rubbing her hands across my chest and shoulders, feeling my arms, caressing my skin. She leaned into me, reaching around and feeling my back muscles. "Could you do that back thing again?" She begged, out of breath with desire. I blew my back up like a balloon. The dozens of hours of practice paid off. "Ohh, Gaaaawd, You are so fucking big, oooh, fuckk, oooooooh fuck, oooooohhh GOD," she was biting me hard, scratching my back, digging her fingers in deep, then pressing herself into me. She was impaled on my cock and I hadn't moved. She'd cum from her own feelings. I grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, not too hard, but forcefully. I pressed my mouth to hers, and drove my tongue 1/2 way down her throat. I pulled her head to one side, biting her ear, and sucking her neck. The water was starting to get cold, so I turned around, dunking her in the cooling water, then turned off the hot water. When the ice cold water struck her back, she shrieked, smacking my back. I held her pinned tightly to me, one hand across her ass, one across her shoulders, and my hard cock deep inside her; she could barely move. Triad Project: An Elegant Seduction "Kind of helpless aren't we?" I laughed as she sputtered. I released her shoulders, and reached in and grabbed her tit, tight. "Lean back, I want to see your hard little nipples on those delicious tits." She looked at me, staring into my face, then she locked her feet behind my ass and leaned back. I still had one hand in the small of her back. I know she wanted to cling to me with her hands, but she held them out near me but not touching, as she leaned way back and took the cold stream of water in her chest, and down her front; it pooled where our loins met. She finally dropped her arms to her side, and leaned her head back, eyes closed, shivering. She looked so damn good, I used my free hand to grab her ass and raise her up and down on my cock. When I first lifted her, she gasped loudly, as the cold water streamed around my cock and around and up her pussy. I thought the water would steam where it hit us. She was helping the best she could with her legs; I could feel her heels digging in with each downstroke. I turned off the water. She leaned forward and clung to me. I opened the shower door and stepped out, turning on the overhead heating bulb. Cheryl was just walking into the bedroom with a breakfast tray of snacks and juice. What a thoughtful wife, I thought. She smiled at us through the bathroom door, placing the tray on the foot of the bed, and grabbing a beach towel from the linen closet, came in and started rubbing us dry. "So, did you two love birds have fun?" she asked, reaching up to dry Denise between the legs. "MmmmHmmmm," Denise answered dreamily. She dried my backside off and dried my legs. "Well, I'm glad you made the big sweaty beast clean up." "MmmmHmmmm." I placed my hand back in the small of Denise's back, and grabbing her tit, guided her into leaning back. Her legs automatically clenched around my ass, she leaned her head back, and let her arms hang loose. "Oooh, looks like someone's given herself over." "Yep," I answered her, "anything goes." I squeezed her breast, letting the hard little nipple swell up. "Nice," Cheryl answered, licking the offered nipple, then biting it gently. "Anything?" "MmmmHmmmm." "Anything." I looked down at her devilishly. "Oh, are we going to have fun. I wonder if it's too late to call Jenny." For the first time we got a bit of response. "Jenny?" Denise asked curiously. "My sister Jenny. Wait 'til I tell you what this big bastard did to my sister in order to earn this weekend with you." "Jenny?" Denise asked again incredulously, as I carried her back to the bedroom, and sat her on the edge of the bed. "I don't know if she'll come without Jack." I told Cheryl. I was holding Denise's legs up high and methodically plowing away at her tight little pussy. "I'll talk to her, tomorrow. I think we can entertain our guest for tonight. And if Jack is the price of having Jenny over here, well, so be it." "Your sister - Jenny?" Denise reiterated wildly. "Wait until you've seen her swallow cock. If she can make it over tomorrow, we're going to have to teach you that trick." I told Denise while I worked her pussy up to a froth. Cheryl was sucking Denise's hard little nipples and massaging her sweet little tits. "Really? Is she better than me?" She asked in between licks. "Oh no. Her technique is nowhere near yours. But the deep throat trick, that sure helps her make up a lot of ground. She's close, she's real close." I answered, backpedaling. Well not literally backpedaling, there wasn't a chance of my pulling out of Denise's hot little twat at this moment. I pulled her legs together, applying additional friction, and placed them over my left shoulder, picking up the pace. "God, Jenny sucks your cock?" Denise shuddered. "Well, two can play that game. You'll have to teach both of us." Cheryl chimed in, between sucks on Denise's heavily swollen and red breasts. "Yeah, but she doesn't take it up the ass." I told her. "Only you can take me up the ass, baby." "Well, we'll see, I think I may have some competition there before this weekend is out." The rotten thing reached behind Denise and stuck a finger up her tight little asshole, eliciting a gasp. "No competition baby, maybe a partner in crime, but no competition." "You say the sweetest things," she giggled, eliciting further squealing from Denise as she fingered her asshole, and teased her breasts. "Now quit stalling and make this girl cum, so we can have our snack." I laughed, and dropped my knees to change the angle of penetration. It was a little hard on my legs, but hey, that's what the hundreds of hours in the gym were for. I pressed Denise's legs back and apart, tilting her pussy up. Cheryl moved, laying beside Denise, head to foot, and laying a thigh across her chest. Her mouth was kissing and nibbling Denise's hip, with two fingers up her ass, and her other hand rubbing away at the front of her pussy. I finally found the spot I had been looking for. Denise jumped. "Oooh, Oooh, right there, right there, Steve, GOD, what you are doing to my pussy, ooooooh, Oooohh, that's it, that's it, don't stop, don't stop." Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was biting her bottom lip. "Cum for us baby, I love to watch you cum," Cheryl whispered encouragingly. "Ooooohh, Steve, Ooooh Steve, there, there, there, YES, YES YES YES YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS, Ooooh, Oooh, Ooohhhhhh, GOD, I'm cumming, I'm cumming again, AGAIN, AGAIN, YESSS, YESSSS, YESSSS, oooohhhhh, enough, please enough, ooooohhh, no moooore, GOD nnnnnnooooooo, nooo, SHIIIT, SHIIIIIT, FUUUUCKK, OOOOoh, OOOOHhhh, Aaahhaha, Ahhha, Ahhha." On this final one she was thrashing all over the bed, and I was concerned for our snack. "Shhhhh, baby, it's ok," I told her as I release her legs, and lowered my self down to her body, to stop her thrashing. "It's ok, we're done for the moment." I could feel her pussy throbbing around my cock, pulsing madly. "Cheryl..." I reprimanded, seeing she had not stopped yet. "Oh, Ok. Party pooper." I could feel where her hands had still been working over Denise. She pulled her hand out from between us. "Cheryl..." I finally felt the hand in Denise's ass pull away. "You know, she took three fingers pretty easy. I don't think she'll have much problem with you." Cheryl teased, holding up three fingers together. Denise's eyes were huge. "Shhh, don't worry about later. We'll have our fun," I told her, corkscrewing my cock in her pussy, and feeling the response. "For now, I think we've earned a snack. Then I think I help you get even with Cheryl." I grinned, planting a kiss on her lips, then pulling out. Denise propped herself up on her elbows. "Did you say that you're fucking Jenny? Cheryl's sister Jenny?" Cheryl and I both laughed at her expression and insistence. "It's a long story. I'll tell you after our snack. I'm sure it'll help us get Steve hard again. I have to see him do her, he gets so hot when we talk about it." Denise collapsed back, throwing her arms over her head. "Oh. My. God. Who are you people?" She looked over to Cheryl. "You're the one who always says you'd cut his dick off. That you could never forgive cheating. That he'd be out the door. That you'd hire a hitman. What happened?" "Well, with Jenny, I sort of asked him to. It's a long story. And with you, well it was my idea too. I mean we both fantasize, but I made the offer. And well, if I'm here, it's not like cheating, is it." "I...I guess not..." Denise answered. "So do you think he loves me?" Cheryl asked, hugging me from the side and rubbing her hands up and down my body. "Well, duh. Obviously." "At least 5 times a week." She grinned. "Do you think he'd ever leave me?" "He'd be a fool. Who else would do what you're doing, give him your sister and best friend, give him anal, give him whatever he wants." Denise argued. "Wouldn't you give him 'whatever' he wants. Anything? " Cheryl continued, completing her argument. "Oh. Uuuhhhh, well I guess I would." Denise agreed. Smartass me had to butt in. "And they all lived happily ever after. The end. Time to eat." The punch in the ribs was closely followed by a couple of feet poking me in the belly. "Hey, ouch, careful, don't hurt the merchandise." "Oh like suddenly you're so worried about hurting the merchandise. Tell that to my poor abused butt-hole." Ouch, another pretty good shot in the ribs. "Ok, I'm sorry. If you like, I'll kiss it and make it better." I teased, tossing her onto the bed. "Oh no you don't. I believe that's my prerogative," Denise squealed, diving for Cheryl's butt and trying to worm her way underneath her, with her tongue licking everything in range. I grabbed Cheryl's ankles, twisting her onto her back, and pressing her legs back into her chest. Denise was instantly into her ass with her tongue, licking and kissing. "No FAIR, you are too strong!" She was squirming hard, but to no avail. "Let her finish the first aid, or I just might have to have a sequel." "Don't you dare! Oooh! Ooooooh, Neecy that is soooo naughty. How long is your tongue, my God, oooooh." Denise pulled away, with a laugh. "All better now. I believe there's no permanent damage, she should be ready for a repeat performance, ohh, I guess whenever you decide you're going to take her there. Hehe." Oh, she was a bad one. "You bastards." Cheryl kicked her leg loose, and tried to wallop me. Only my catlike lightning reflexes allowed me to dodge her and almost kill myself falling over the end table, spilling two candles, and almost igniting the carpet, which brought laughter to all. "Hey. It's not my fault. You're the one who promised. Anything. Remember?" I teased, slowly getting up. Denise answered for both of them. "We promised. Anything, anything you want, stud. Whenever, however, whatever, wherever." She walked up to me, wrapping herself around me. Kissing my chest. Lowering herself to her knees and taking my cock in her hot little mouth. Cheryl was right behind her, sliding behind me kissing my back, stroking my skin. "Shit, what happened to your back, it's all red and you're even bleeding." "Casualty of love, courtesy of my dear little cocksucker here." I answered, stroking Denise's hair. Cheryl continued the caresses, lowering herself, spreading my cheeks, and bathing my ass with her talented tongue. She stopped for a moment. "You heard the girl. Anything. Anything at all." Then her mouth was busy, her tongue doing wild things to me. Denise was trying to take my cock down her throat, I could hear her gagging a bit. The position was all wrong. But you had to give her 'A' for effort. She had 5 inches in her mouth. She'd have bruises on the back of her throat in the morning. I pulled her upright, she fought it a bit, sucking hard on my cock, till with a loud audible pop, I came free of her mouth. I pulled her off the ground, and brought her face close for a kiss. I spoke to her softly, "That was very nice, but me must save some for later. For now, it's snack time." I clenched my butt cheeks hard, capturing Cheryl's tongue for a second, and pushing her away from sensitized hole. "Meany." She said, pinching my butt. "You can put me down now." Denise kicked my shin, teasingly. I realized my hands might be hurting her arms. "Sorry," I said guiltily, lowering her. Cheryl already had a banana out, peeled and was simulating giving it head. "You girls are so bad. What's a guy to do." I laughed, patting Denise on her curvaceous rear, as she dove for the snacks. "Fuck us, what else." She replied, looking over her shoulder and saucily waving her beckoning ass in my direction. Her pussy was still swollen and red from the last round.