Twos Company Threes Fun Pt 05

TWO'S COMPANY THREE'S FUN

Part 5 TWO BECOME THREE

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MICHAEL

Zoe and I went upstairs. On entering her bedroom, there was Chloe sitting at the dressing table, "wearing" nothing but a hairbrush, which she was using on her long, naturally blonde hair. She was possibly a little shorter than I had thought at first, but had a perfectly proportioned athletic body. Perhaps B-cup breasts with perky nubs, which obviously did not need any artificial support. Not quite clean shaven, a small well-trimmed "landing strip", confirmed that her hair colour was indeed natural and pointed the way to the areas between her legs, which were hidden while she was seated.

I was given a sharp dig in the ribs by Zoe, interrupting my stare. She led me into the superb on-suite, having 2 of everything except the shower, which was big enough for 4 let alone 2. She showed me where to find towels and a toothbrush, before taking off her white panties and sitting down on one of the toilets. "Perhaps you should also have a pee while that is still controllable," she said, pointing to the now obvious bulge in my trousers.

Having finished in the bathroom, we returned to the bedroom, to find Chloe now spread out on the super king-sized bed. We both undressed. Somehow, although we had only met about 5 hours ago, I was in no way surprised or disappointed to see Zoe naked. She was not quite as toned as Chloe, but her body was just as well proportioned, including her firm, rather larger breasts. Unlike Chloe she was completely clean shaven.

It very quickly became clear that Chloe, if not in charge, was certainly the one who was going to orchestrate what was going to happen tonight. I was told to lie on my back. After having taken my now fully hard 8" cock in her mouth and slowly sucking on it, she remarked to Zoe, "Very nice, but that's for later, I think you may like what I have planned next, although you really ought to have been tied down."

She went to a small cooler designed for drinks and took out a bag of ice cubes. She also produce 2 lengths of cord from a draw - probably intended to be used on tits - but perfect for what she had in mind.

"Pity about this, but you will get your reward later." she told me as she applied the ice cubes to my throbbing cock, which was showing signs of precum. They very soon achieved their purpose, reducing my cock to a small flaccid state. Having dried it she said, "I haven't done this before, but Zoe has with her ex and recommends it. Hope it works," whilst tying the cords very tightly round my cock and balls.

She then instructed Zoe to lie on top of me in a classic 69 position and take my deflated cock into her mouth. "You should of course have a strap holding your head firmly in place, but for now, I will have to do that," she told her. At the same time, I was of course in the perfect position to suck and tongue Zoe's now very wet cunt, which I did enthusiastically. My cock soon recovered from its ice bath, reacting to Zoe's warm mouth and tongue. The purpose of the cords, which were new to me as well, soon became apparent. My cock reached its normal size, but continued to swell and grow, completely filling her mouth and forcing itself towards her throat. It became obvious that this was not the first time this had happened to her, as after a little initial gagging, she managed to accommodate it without any problem.

This continued for about 10 minutes, with her being allowed to partially lift her head every so often to breathe properly.

It was not long after that, that my tongue had successfully done its job and brought her to a prolonged orgasm.

She rolled off me leaving my still massive erection intact.

Chloe quickly squatted over it and sank down to penetrate herself. She rode me for some time before, sensing that we were both ready to cum, increasing her movements until we both climaxed together.

The cords had done their job well and my cock was hardly reduced in size - who needs Viagra - it was still ready, if not so willing, to continue.

Zoe, having recovered from her session, moved over to release my cock and balls, allowing a small amount of cum to ooze out, which she cleaned up with her tongue. "It never was a very good method of birth control, but I got to you just about in time." she remarked, "About 30 minutes is the maximum safe length of time for the restriction to remain in place. We don't want a gelding."

I later learned that the original intention had been for Chloe to have had the cock in mouth experience, but as it would have been her first time, she would have had to have a ring-gag, to avoid any accidental use of her teeth on my cock. Biting it off was not in Plan A. They had forgotten to put the gag in with the cords.

I made a mental note, perhaps another time, on the right person, with no mistakes??

We all crawled under the covers and were soon sleeping the sleep of the just after.

Zoe and I were woken by Chloe crawling over us to get out of bed. She told Zoe, "It's just after 7 o'clock, I'll get breakfast and run Michael home. In return you can do the washing up! I'll leave you two lovebirds to it - don't be late or it will be cold eggs," as she made her way to the bathroom and her own bedroom to get dressed.

Having without much difficulty, found that I was suffering from, the not unusual male waking up condition, a nearly full erection, Zoe rolled over on to her back saying "Just time for a gentle "missionary" fuck."

How could I refuse!!

We somewhat reluctantly made it downstairs in time for a very well cooked, "Full English" breakfast, showing our appreciation by completely emptying our plates.

There was clearly more to Chloe than a pretty face, a lot more as I found out after the drive home!!

Arriving at my house, I asked if she would like a coffee before making her way home. She said that would be good as there were a couple of things we needed to talk about.

Firstly, we had forgotten about the DIY necessary for our playrooms.

I confidently told her that shouldn't be a problem, taking her back outside and opening the large double garage attached to the house. There was no way you could have got a car into it. It was, in fact a fully equipped workshop with several pieces in varying stages of construction. I took her inside saying, "I love doing this but, and it is a very big but, while the basic work is pretty straightforward and doesn't take a lot of time, achieving a really good finish does. You've heard the expression "watching paint dry". It may not actually be paint, but the principal is the same whatever you are using, the finishing does take a disproportionate amount of time. Something I don't have enough of."

"Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, but it occurs to me that some of the things you want may be more ambient in a crude unfinished state. Also that I might be able to recruit two unskilled workers to assist with some of the boring, time-consuming tasks if a high quality finish is needed. No prizes for guessing who those two workers would be, but I think they certainly have the spare time, don't need to be paid, but would have the motivation to get the project done. Might even enjoy it."

Chloe looked around at the work-in-progress. "Impressive," she said "Provided you are not too critical of their work, I don't think you will have recruitment problems."

"Which brings me to the other thing I need to ask you. Are you, or can you make yourself, free this evening to stay with us over the week-end?"

In the short time that I had known them, it had become clear that they were, in particular Chloe, very intelligent and clever with it. Anyone saying or implying that she was a dumb blonde, would be made to regret it big-time!!

I felt that there was a psychological game being played and thought very carefully before replying, "I also play squash and have a game this evening. I could cry off, but won't. If you throw in another fantastic breakfast, I could be with you tomorrow by 9 o'clock and all yours till Monday morning." Her reply and smile, confirmed that not only was my psychology correct, but that she knew, that I knew, there was a game in progress.

"Tomorrow is fine, can't guarantee the breakfast, it's Zoe's turn. Should be OK if you left on good terms this morning. By the way bring your squash gear, so that we can play sometime over the week-end and see who "beats" who."

Was I becoming paranoic or was there a double-entendre in the use of the word "beat" rather than "win"??

Game on. Chloe was turning out to be a very smart cookie and if I played my cards right, a lot of fun.

I really believed that it could work for the three of us and set out with a fairly comprehensive toolbox, not forgetting a pad of squared paper. While I had not yet seen the cellars, if it in any way matched the rest of the house, it could be pretty spectacular. My imagination was running riot.

Zoe's breakfast was equally impressive. "Could be a long hard day" she remarked. "Don't want to run out of fuel."