Amelié - Day 03

Monday was the holiday, so Julia still had the day off work. I couldn't stop thinking about my cum on Amelié's fingers and what else she might suggest Julia do. I'm sure the original plan had been for Amelié to only stay the weekend and leave tonight, but when she heard about the 14 days of blowjobs I claimed my doctor had ordered, Amelié said her trip was actually for two weeks. The looks Amelié gave me told me she had seen right through the prank I was pulling on my gullible wife, but what was Amelié's plan now?

I was lost in this quandary all day, waiting for Amelié to tease me, or for Amelié to suggest another sexy idea to Julia, or for Amelié to demand I cum on her perfect tits... but nothing. Admittedly, I was dreaming big because I was perpetually horny, and I finally decided around lunch time that I needed to calm down and that yesterday's fun was probably partly inspired by the mimosas the girls had had.

In the late afternoon, Amelié went for a run, and Julia took the opportunity to help me bathe. Usually I'd shower daily, of course, but my ploy required acting more debilitated. Besides, how dirty could I get on that couch all day and night? Julia physically supported me as I gingerly made my way to the bathroom. She helped me get undressed, and then made sure I didn't fall as I got into the bathtub. She then grabbed a washcloth and started helping me get cleaned up.

"Isn't Amelié just so fun and kind and funny and amazing?" Julia asked.

"Oh, totally," I responded. "Interesting to talk to, as well. I see why you've been best friends for so long."

"We really have! Growing up, we had so many sleepovers and adventures. Then we roomed together in college. That girl went wild in college..." Julia seemed lost in thought for a moment.

"Well, I'm glad you're getting so much time together right now," I brought Julia back to the present.

"I am too," Julia smiled at me. "You sure this isn't an inconvenience, having her here for so long?"

"Not at all!" I assured my lovely wife. "I'm enjoying having her here too."

"Oh I bet you are," Julia grinned at me. "Yesterday was really something wasn't it?"

"I had fun," I smiled at Julia. "I love our sex life, but I wouldn't mind doing a little more of what Amelié had suggested."

Julia blushed. "I think I'd like to try some new things too," she said softly.

I splashed a little water at Julia over the side of the tub.

"Jimmy!" Julia exclaimed. "You're gonna make a mess!"

I splashed her again. "Uh oh, looks like your T-shirt got all wet somehow. Better take it off..."

Julia set her jaw defiantly, but I could see a playfulness in her eyes. "I guess I'll have to, won't I?" She crossed her arms and took her shirt off. Even in the plain beige bra she wore, her boobs looked great.

Of course, I splashed her again to get her bra wet.

"James Hendrickson!" Julia put her hands on her hips, which looked a bit goofy and off-kilter as she was still sitting on the floor with her legs curled under herself.

I gave her an innocent look, but dramatically glanced down at her boobs and back up to her face.

Julia rolled her eyes and reached back to unclip her bra. As she added the bra to the growing pile of clothes behind her, she said, "Are you happy now?"

"Yep! I have to confess... that splashing wasn't an accident. I just wanted to see your boobs."

Julia giggled. "I figured. Even I'm not THAT gullible." She paused a bit apprehensively. "They're not...they're not too small?"

"What? No, of course not!"

Julia squeezed her 32B boobs and pushed them together. "You wouldn't want them bigger, like Amelié's?"

"Well, I've never really seen Amelié's..." I grinned at Julia, expecting an admonishing look back from her, but instead she looked earnest and a little insecure. I turned serious and genuine. "No, I love your boobs. They're so perky and they're absolutely perfect. Can you have a type when it comes to boobs? Your nipples are my type: light brown, areolas the size of a quarter... chef's kiss."

Julia blushed appreciatively. "Well, if you like them, that's all that matters." She beamed at me for a moment. Then the playfulness returned. "You're just trying to butter me up for another blowjob!" she accused.

"Well, I'm just saying, this seems like the right setting for it..." I proffered.

Julia started to reach for my cock under the water, when we heard the front door open and close.

"I'm back!" Amelié cried. "Where is everyone? Are you BOTH in the bathroom? Hope I'm not interrupting anything! Or maybe I doooooo! I need a shower ASAP! Maybe I should just come join you two..."

Julia sighed and retracted her hand. "Later," she promised. "Hold on just a minute, we're almost done in here!" she called back to Amelié.

Julia helped me out of the tub, dried me, wrapped a towel around my waist, put her own shirt back on (without the bra), and then opened the door to lead me back through our open concept home.

As we squeezed past Amelié in our narrow galley kitchen, I saw Amelié quickly look me up and down in my towel, like I'd been doing to her all weekend. She raised an eyebrow approvingly, but didn't say anything as she entered the bathroom and shut the door behind herself.

The mood between me and Julia had dissipated, and we weren't sure how quickly Amelié would reappear, so no blowjob for me anytime soon. That ended up being a good choice, as Amelié took the shortest shower possible and opened the bathroom door quickly. Maybe she wanted to catch us, but by that point, Julia had helped me into a shirt, pajama pants without underwear (Julia suggested I should forego the extra layer until my 14 days of beejays were over), and my sofa bed.

As our evening together began, Julia opened a bottle of red wine, and the girls began to gab. My attention was split between their reminiscing, the four braless nipples poking through their shirts, and my phone. However, I focused in when I heard the conversation shift to a topic I was keenly interested in.

"I was JUST telling Jimmy how wild you were in college," Julia said.

"Me?? I remember a certain little blue-eyed brunette streaking down the Greeklife street!" Amelié accused.

"That was ONE time!" Julia defended. "And you had gotten me drunk first. Yes, YOU were the wild one. Remember when you failed that Calculus test? And you said it wasn't gonna be a problem because you were gonna blow the TA to raise your grade? And then it turned out the TA was a woman?"

"Yes, I remember!" Amelia countered. "And it wasn't a problem! She raised my grade, didn't she?"

Both girls burst into another fit of laughter. I was intrigued by these stories, and it was starting to show.

"Whatever," Amelié continued. "I was always trying to get you to be a little wilder, but you were too pretty and not willing to put that body or that mouth to good use."

Julia's smile fell just a little and my trained eye saw a faint sadness in hers - she always hated disappointing anyone.

"Speaking of putting that sexy mouth of yours to good use..." Amelié forged ahead. "Isn't it past time to take care of your hubby's chubby?"

Julia's mouth fell open for a moment and then she burst into another fit of giggles. "Hubby's chubby! You're ridiculous." She shook her head affectionately.

Both girls' eyes then turned to me, and Julia saw that Amelié was right: my erection was straining against the fabric of my pajama pants.

Just then, there was a crack of thunder! We had been so distracted by the wine and the memories, we hadn't noticed it had begun raining pretty hard.

"Ew. I'm not waiting outside while you blow your husband. Not in that mess." Amelié asserted. Julia started to make a different suggestion, but Amelié interrupted. "And I'm not hiding in the bathroom either. I just took a shower like two hours ago."

I was torn between scrutinizing Amelié to understand her motivations, and watching Julia to study her reactions. It occurred to me that Amelié could always go upstairs to the bed loft, but if that option hadn't occurred to Julia, I wasn't going to be the one to bring it up.

"I have a WILD idea..." Amelié intoned. "I'll go start making dinner, and you can suck his dick right here. I promise I won't peek! I'll be so distracted trying to work your stove, it should give you all the privacy you need to work his cock."

I looked toward the small galley kitchen in our small condo. Amelié would be less than 20 feet away, and only turned 90 degrees from us. My dick twitched at the thought. Before Julia could answer, Amelié hopped up and made her way quickly to the kitchen. Julia and I looked at each other, and I shrugged, trying to downplay my excitement.

Julia chewed on her bottom lip softly as she considered. After a moment, she drew in a deep breath, fortifying herself, and crawled onto the couch with me. As if she were trying to get started before she chickened out, Julia wasted no time in pulling my cock out through the flap of my pajama pants. My dick stood proudly erect, pointing right at Julia's face. Julia grabbed the base of my shaft in her little hand and leaned down to take the head into her mouth.

I glanced toward the kitchen and saw that Amelié had managed to fill a pot with water and placed it on the stovetop. They say a watched pot never boils, so it looked like Amelié had chosen to watch us instead. Her left nipple was clearly poking through her shirt, even from this far away. Her right nipple was pinched in her hand. My dick throbbed in Julia's mouth. Throughout the blowjob, Amelié made a bunch of noise in the kitchen, clattering pots, shaking a box of noodles, knocking a jar of marinara on the counter to loosen the lid, etc. It was like she was trying to remind us of her presence in the room through these innocuous sounds.

I looked back down to Julia and watched my shaft enter and exit her mouth. My balls were trapped inside my pajama pants, but Julia had taken to fondling them with one hand while she worked--

"Hey, guys, do you have any garlic bread?"

"I think there's some in the back of the freezer!" I called back.

--Julia seemed to be trying to prove something as she took me deeper and deeper on each pass, but without prior experience, she was limited on how deep she could take me. I think she reached a personal record when she got ⅔ of my cock in her mouth, but she gagged and pulled off quickly, sputtering--

"Do you like your noodles al dente, or on the softer side?"

"The stiffer the noodle, the better," Julia answered.

--Julia looked up at me with her sparkling cerulean eyes, and I smiled down at her encouragingly. Rather than try to deepthroat again immediately, Julia took a break to lick languidly up and down my shaft. It felt good to have her warm, wet tongue stroke the bottom of my shaft. She even dipped her tongue into the flap of my pants so she could touch the tip to my balls for a second--

"Sorry to keep interrupting! Where do you keep your serving utensils?"

"Seckend droor from thuh leff," Julia answered with her tongue still pressed against the underside of my shaft.

This tongue play left the majority of my cock exposed and pulsing in the open air. I looked over to the kitchen again and saw that Amelié kept glancing over her shoulder to peek at my fully exposed dick and what Julia was doing to it. While her left hand stirred the pasta sauce, her right hand was under her shirt, rubbing her lower belly. Her wrist propped up the bottom of her shirt, and I could just see a hint of her panties from the side, while the bottom of her butt cheeks were displayed toward me.

Julia stole my attention back when she wrapped her lips around my cock head again and sucked. I reached down to hold her hair back while I thrust my hips up and down--

"It'll be ready soon!"

"Me - too," I grunted back.

--With a shudder, I pumped my cum into the back of Julia's mouth. She swallowed a few times and then slowly pulled her mouth off my dick, dragging her lips tightly the whole way to make sure I was all cleaned up.

Suddenly, Amelié appeared next to the bed with two bowls of spaghetti and a napkin. "Here you go!" Julia took the napkin to wipe her mouth off, and I took the two dinners. Amelié went back to the kitchen to get her own bowl and the garlic bread, while I tucked my softening cock back into my pants.

When Amelié returned, she asked, "Mind if I join you two on the couch?"