I woke up because my body clock told me I must get up for work. I was suffering from discomfort, down there. I wasn't in my normal sleeping position. Despite being single, I always slept on the left, out of habit. I was in the middle of the bed, and a quick glance to either side confirmed that I had two gorgeous ladies either side of me in my bed. One was my girlfriend. The other, Josie's companion, was a woman I had met just a few hours before.
Recollection slowly dawned. I remembered how they had got there in my bed, but I was confused about why. It all came flooding back to me. They had plotted to surprise me at my office and revealed two erotic outfits to me on a late night train. That in itself was suspicious and not certainly something a woman I had met only hours before would normally do.
I had woken before the alarm. The day was going to punish me in due course for getting so little sleep. I leant over the shapely form of Bruna - oh, what a lovely experience she had given me - and I pressed the alarm cancel button. The merest touch against her warm, flesh sent shivers coursing through my body. She had been the surprise addition to my bed the previous evening, whom my girlfriend had apparently offered to me as compensation for having her own pussy eaten by her. I hadn't known Josie to be bisexual, yet another dimension to her complex character.
Josie and I had been together for six months, following her break-up with her husband. I make it a principle not to interfere with the marriages of others, but we had been thrown together by my lodger at the time, Mandy. Our frustrated libidos had taken over that day and we had seemed destined to become an item. But now, Josie's husband was begging to be forgiven and to be allowed back into the marital home. Divorce would be costly, especially as real estate was involved. I think we both knew we were nearing the end of the affair. So why this brash, late and extravagant gesture?
Maybe it was following our astonishing adventure on the holiday island steam train (Train of Events). I had certainly noticed a difference in Josie.
Both Josie and Bruna were ladies of leisure, so would naturally sleep in longer than I could. I clambered gingerly over Josie, whose body was the smaller and easier of the two to step over without disturbing her. Josie was a petite, head-turning natural blonde.
I turned back to look at my latest conquest, Bruna. She was a voluptuous MILF in all but nature, so her willing presence in my bed had been a surprise. Her upper half was uncovered by the quilt, probably because the central heating had over-warmed the bedroom on this mild Autumn morning. Bruna had a very satisfyingly curvaceous body, with deliciously firm contours, earned from diligently working out. I could not resist to go round the bed to admire her stunning breasts close-up in the filtered morning light through the curtains. Her sleeping position on her side had them desirably piled up one on top of the other as she lay on her side. They had looked even more desirable when she had been upright.
Josie's breasts paled into insignificance beside those of her more voluptuous friend. She was not my normal type of woman, being of small frame, but her vivacious personality and exceptional beauty had captivated me. So it felt strange to compare the two ladies' very contrasting physiques, the one I loved against type, and the other after whom I could only lust.
I ran a bath as I shaved, and my mind reflected over the liberties I had taken with both ladies as they slept in a drunken state. A tinge of guilt gnawed at the edge of my consciousness. I was surprised that Josie had allowed, perhaps even conspired with Bruna to share our bed. Would I have to bear recriminations later that morning? I was soon to find out.
The bathroom door swung open. On the threshold stood Bruna, still naked, and looking even better in the full light streaming through the frosted glass window. Had she known I was in there?
"I think we can dispense with all modesty after the events of last night." She emphasised the last words in her sentence deliberately. Was that a warning shot of repercussions to follow?
Not pausing for me to give my consent she entered and closed the door. I paused my shaving and stared at her. She didn't seem to mind; she even puffed out her breasts and pulled in her waistline. This was a woman I had met just over twelve hours before, and had never imagined I would have slept with, let alone do what had happened between us. She sat down on the toilet within inches of my unclothed leg and peed. At one point she groaned quietly and leant forward as if with discomfort. I had reason to suspect that I had been the cause of that discomfort. Her initial mission accomplished she stood up and flushed the toilet. She turned to me and stared down intently at my cock, which had been at rest. It twitched under her unashamed scrutiny.
"You have no idea how much gunk there is on the sheet in there. It's like there had been an orgy. If I didn't know better..."
Her voice was feminine but rich in timbre. I thought I could sit and listen to her for hours speaking words of lyrical eroticism. I could not understand why she was living alone without a boyfriend.
Whatever she was thinking about the events in the bedroom, she decided not to voice it.
"Ah, I see the bath is just about ready. Hm, a bath to luxuriate in." She flushed the toilet and without permission stepped into the bath and rested her back against the sloping backrest, with a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure. The water lapped from end to end at the disturbance caused by the invasion of her shapely body. It eddied around her ample breasts and caused them to rise and fall like buoys on water.
This was no casual, normal way of behaving. She was telling me in no uncertain terms that she knew of her night-time violation. I turned back to the sink to finish shaving. I tried then to rinse my face in the basin, but it proved too awkward. That was why I had drawn the bath, to immerse myself.
I had to get things straight with her.
"Bruna..."
"You don't need to say it. I invaded your bed, we three had fun, it was a one-off. Josie had told me all about you, your background, your personality. I could feel safe with you, like she does. I'll chalk this occasion down to experience..." she giggled, "...with very fond memories.
"Now, by way of atonement for your wilfulness, you can scrub my back."
She was smiling at me in a mischievous manner. Was all forgiven?
I stepped gingerly into the bath, taking care not to tread on her lower limbs. I stood over her, looking afresh at her gently bobbing breasts. She looked up at me through hooded eyes, then reached up and grasped my penis. She tugged on it hard enough to persuade me to sit. Then she knelt up, knees either side of my waist, and put her hands on my shoulders. That ungainly position was only made comfortable by the buoyancy of the water.
"You never asked permission. You just filmed my tits and my cunt without so much as 'by your leave'. Then you violated my cunt with your monstrous cock. To finger-fuck me in my arse without asking is utterly unforgivable. Nobody ever dared to do that. Josie led me to believe that you were incapable of it. So what have you got to say for yourself?"
So I wasn't yet entirely forgiven. There was no point denying it, but I had a workable defence.
"You plotted with Josie to come into our bed. I just couldn't cope with the near presence of your stunning body. Nor should you have so tempted me. OK, I admit: I was wrong, I went too far. Am I sorry? Fuck, no! It was the most fantastically erotic experience of my life. If I wasn't so committed to Josie, I wouldn't let you out of my sight.
She smirked. "What makes you think I'd want you?"
Silence descended, broken only by the gentle lapping of the bath water. That awkward moment passed, she made amends.
"Still, that is one helluva of a dick, and you really know how to use it. Soap my tits. Make me clean. I want to see my nipples stand to attention like guards on parade."
I obliged, experiencing giddy sensations as I realised just what I was doing and how stunning her breasts looked with soap and water running off them. I needed no permission after that, to move my hands down onto her pussy. Satisfied with my ministrations there, she stood up and turned away from me. It took some manoeuvring but she managed to kneel down with her back to me and her knees either side of my hips. She rested her hands on the top of the bath backrest. Water was spilling over the edge onto the sealed tiled floor. My back was pressed painfully into the taps.
"Now wash my ass."
I stared admiringly at her taut, beautifully rounded, unblemished cheeks. It would be no chore to wet, soap, massage and rinse them. I sighed with satisfaction at the prospect of my intimate bathing of her arousing body.
"You haven't finished. You've neglected my arse."
I was stunned. "How...?"
"I have faint memories of being woken up and penetrated in a most irregular way. I think it needs to be cleansed."
"I didn't..."
"Not with your dick, but your unclean finger did. Now that it's clean, I'd like you do the same for me again."
I hesitated, knowing my own morning habits.
"It's OK. I went to use the downstairs bathroom before coming in here. I only pretended to pee just now - to shock you! Now I want to feel clean, inside and out. I have to go to work today, too, and I want to feel refreshed in all orifices."
It couldn't have been made plainer. So I embarked on the final leg of the most thorough cleansing activity I had experienced. It was no hardship either, as I got to admire her delightful pussy close-up once more, in the full light of day. She loved having her bottom massaged and she groaned encouragement. Then she dropped a thunderbolt.
"You fucked me last night. You woke me up. You were so excited that you made me sore in my pussy. It's closed for business this morning. But I'm not going to let that erection go to waste. Fuck my arse, now!"
