Amelié - Day 05

Wednesday was back to normal, with me waking up alone on the couch when Julia came downstairs, dressed and ready for work. With a quick peck on the lips, she was out the door and I logged in to work from home.

A couple hours later, I turned my attention to the stairs to watch Amelié's descent, wondering what kind of show I'd get today. This morning, her arms were full of dirty clothes. Amelié didn't say much to me as she entered our bathroom and shut the door.

When Amelié's shower ended, I heard the washing machine start. She then exited the bathroom and walked through our galley kitchen toward me, wearing only a towel.

"Jimmy, could I ask a favor?" she began. "I just started the washing machine because all my clothes were dirty. I mean, literally ALL of my clothes, pajamas and underwear included."

"How is that possible?" I asked. "You've been here for less than a week."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "I was only supposed to be here for the weekend, remember? Plus, this wasn't the first stop on my vacation, so I'd already worn a lot of my clothes before I got here, while I was visiting other friends in other cities."

"Are we your favorite stop though?" I teased.

"Oh definitely," she rolled her eyes. "I'm having the most fun here," she said more seriously.

"So anyway, what's the favor then? Are you asking if I'd mind you hanging out in your towel (or less) all day?"

"Ew, no!" she exclaimed. "What do you think this is, some sort of porn? No, I was just gonna ask if I could borrow some of y'all's clothes."

"Oh, that does make more sense..." I was embarrassed to have said something that revealed how horny I was. "Of course, I'm sure it's fine," I mumbled. Girls share clothes all the time, right?

"Thank you!" she exclaimed. "I'll just grab some of your stuff out of the dryer. Less for you to fold before my clothes go in."

I was still stewing awkwardly, and didn't catch the implications of her suggestion or remember that the dryer had only my clothes in it currently.

Amelié reentered the bathroom, opened the dryer, and with her back to me, dropped her towel. I had my first full view of her entire 5'4" body, at least from behind. She was slender, but with some nice curves; her skin was blemish free, other than a small tattoo on her right shoulder that I couldn't quite make out; and her curly brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I only got the briefest glimpse, as she closed the door behind herself again. When it reopened, she emerged wearing an outfit that revealed as much as it covered: a pair of my gray sweatpants that were at least three sizes too big for her with the waistband rolled several times to shorten the length, and an exceedingly thin white tank top undershirt that revealed not only her perpetual pokies but also the shape and color of her areola if you looked closely. I looked very closely as she approached, taking in every detail of her half-dollar-coin sized light pink areola and her eraser bud nipples.

"Thanks again," Amelié said, her eyes surely tracking mine as we did not make eye contact.

Amelié joined me on the couch again, while she read her book. I found it incredibly difficult to concentrate on my work today. Whenever Amelié would get up, she'd have to hold her (my) pants with one hand to keep them on her waist. When she went to make us sandwiches for lunch, she got up on tiptoes to reach the bread we kept on the top shelf of the pantry. The pants slipped low on one hip, and the top inch of her ass crack appeared, revealing that she was not wearing any underwear with my pants. The thought of her bare skin touching the inside of my clothes (even if I wasn't currently wearing them) tickled the arousal in the back of my brain. I shuddered and tried to concentrate on my work and be less of a creep.

Somehow, the highlight of my afternoon with Amelié was still to come. By the time we had finished lunch (and by the time Amelié had eaten half a dozen pickles, her favorite), her clothes had been sitting wet in the washing machine for a little while. She got up from the couch again, and I watched her boobs sway under that thin white shirt as she crawled to the edge of the sofa bed. When she reached the bathroom, she opened the washer and dryer both. When she bent at the waist to get the clothes out of the washing machine, my pants slid right to her ankles in one motion! Amelié's ass was displayed invitingly to me, and this time I saw her labia silhouetted by the bathroom lights as well. Amelié squealed, stood quickly, threw the clothes she was holding into the stacked dryer, and then bent again to pull her pants off the ground and back over her waist quickly. As brief as the moment had been, the image was burned into my mind forever.

Amelié was blushing bright red when she turned to check whether I'd seen that. "Well... I guess we-" she cut herself off. "Ahem! You better not have been watching me just now!"

I smiled as she tried to reassert control of the game. "No, no, I didn't see anything..."

Amelié didn't seem convinced and she was still bright red, but she humphed self-assuredly and went back to transferring her laundry, now with a tight grip in one hand on her pants.

***

Julia got home a couple hours later. I was laying on the couch watching TV, and Amelié was sitting on the ottoman reading her book.

"Hi honey," Julia leaned down to kiss me. "Hi Ame- oh, wow, you look pretty comfy." She had caught sight of Amelié in my translucent undershirt.

"I'm doing laundry," Amelié explained. "Look how giant these pants are!" She stood and pulled the waistband away from her body. "There's room for you and me both in here!"

The girls laughed together.

"Wait, let's try that!" Julia had seemed momentarily wary of Amelié's exposure when she first got home, but now she was having fun with her friend again. She quickly stripped off her dress pants and then her blouse, leaving her in a matching forest green bra and panty set.

Luckily, Julia was a few inches taller than Amelié, so the angles were a little better. Amelié squatted while Julia lifted her foot into the outstretched waistband. As Julia stepped into the sweat pants, her body was pulled closer to Amelié's until she was fully pressed up against her friend, their bare legs touching the whole way. The girls giggled uncontrollably. It seemed like fun sleepover type of stuff. I was bigger than either of the girls, of course, but nowhere close to being bigger than them both together. Julia wasn't going to be able to get her second leg in the pants. I started to worry they'd topple over, but Julia placed a hand on the wall behind Amelié to steady them. The girls kept trying, which resulted in a lot of grinding their fronts together. When they finally gave up, they stood there laughing together hysterically, with both Amelié's arms wrapped around Julia, who had both hands on the wall for support. When they calmed down a bit, Julia carefully withdrew herself from Amelié's pants.

"OMG, Amelié, you're not wearing panties!" Julia exclaimed, having finally noticed as she watched her leg exit the pants.

"I'm doing ALL my laundry!" Amelié explained.

Julia laughed again. The two women looked over at me and saw I'd been closely watching their whole show.

Julia strode over to me in her underwear. "Um, sir, do you have an erection?" Julia teased. "Did that silliness get you hard? Maybe I should stop trying to get in her pants, and start trying to get in yours."

I stiffened further in anticipation. Julia wasn't even trying to send Amelié away this time.

"Come sit at the edge of the bed," Julia commanded.

I slid my way over to the edge and then swung my feet to the floor. Julia dropped to her knees in front of me. She hooked one fingertip into my fly, and my hard cock immediately popped out. She didn't seem too concerned about whether Amelié could see it too. Julia made out with the tip of my dick, opening and closing her lips, teasing her tongue over the hole, but never taking even the head into her mouth.

I stole a glance at Amelié and found her in a similar position as last night, sitting on the ottoman with one hand in her pants - my sweatpants.

I groaned as Julia finally took me into her mouth and slowly swallowed more and more of my shaft. I resisted the urge to thrust, letting her control the blowjob. When Julia got as deep as she could without gagging, she stuck out her tongue to get an extra few centimeters and then drew herself back up, dragging her tongue up the underside of my cock the whole way.

"Damn, honey, your mouth feels so good, teasing me like that."

"Hmm, are you ready for more?"

"Yes, please yes. Suck my cock."

My beautiful Italian wife started sucking my cock in earnest, while I watched her French friend masturbate behind her. Amelié and I made eye contact and I could see the arousal mounting in her deep brown eyes.

My eyes grew twice as wide when Amelié stopped masturbating, stood up, and walked toward me and Julia. Julia grunted as my cock pulsed in her mouth, and she redoubled her efforts thinking she must be getting me close. Amelié bent at the waist and placed her hand firmly on the back of Julia's head, making Julia jump in surprise. Julia tried to withdraw, but Amelié's hand held her down on my dick.

"Don't mind me," Amelié purred. "I just had to get something."

Amelié leaned further forward, using the back of Julia's head for support, as she reached her other hand for the sofa behind me. I turned my head and almost kissed Amelié on the neck, when Amelié suddenly stood back up straight, remote control in hand.

"You don't mind if I turn on the TV, do you? I've gotta watch something besides my BFF giving head. You're just too damn sexy, Jules."

Without Amelié's hand holding her down anymore, Julia was free to spit out my cock and answer. "Oh, of course. Whatever you wanna watch! Sorry, it's probably awkward we're doing this in front of you."

"Mmm, so awkward," Amelié concurred as she walked back to the ottoman. I knew she wasn't serious though - our little friend Amelié was a little voyeur.

As my wife resumed the blowjob, Amelié turned on our Smart TV. I was focused more on Julia's lips sliding up and down my stiff erection and the shame of almost kissing Amelié. By the time I looked back at the TV, Amelié had installed a PornHub app and was scrolling through the homepage. I didn't even know there were porn apps for the Smart TV. Amelié seemed to be idly scrolling, but I couldn't help but think her choice was very directed when she finally selected a video of two brunettes on their knees giving a guy a double blowjob.

The video began with the PornHub logo and sound, which made Julia turn her head to look, while my cock head was still in her mouth. I looked down and saw Julia's eyes widen at the site of porn on our giant screen TV. She seemed mesmerized, watching the scene while mindlessly sucking my cock. With her head turned more than 90 degrees to see the TV, it limited the options of what her mouth could do to me. When the blue-eyed pornstar started kissing her way down the side of the guy's shaft, my blue-eyed wife did the same to my shaft.

My attention was split three ways, flitting between the porn on our TV, my wife on my cock, and our friend on our ottoman. Julia's attention was split two ways, alternating between the TV and my cock. Amelié's attention wasn't split at all, focused solely on me and my exposed cock.

Amelié looked drunk with arousal. Her eyes shifted in and out of focus. Her nipples were so hard they could tear holes in my thin shirt. Her areola were clearly visible as a thin sheen of sweat made the shirt even more see-through. Her left hand gripped the ottoman so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her right hand was buried in her pants - in my pants - buried in her pussy, working her closer and closer to orgasm.

I followed Amelié to the precipice. The three of us all independently looked toward the TV as the scene neared its conclusion. The women on the screen were now stroking the dick quickly, pointing it at their faces with their eyes closed. Julia followed suit, taking me out of her wonderful mouth and stroking me firmly. The guy on the screen came first, blowing his load on his two costars. Amelié then came with a gasp, a dark spot forming on my gray sweatpants she was wearing. Finally, I came, spurting my cum all over Julia's face in long streaks that covered her forehead, her cheeks, and her closed mouth.

The TV went quiet as we all caught our breath.

"Oh, no..." Amelié broke the silence. "Now these pants are dirty too. You don't mind if I sleep bottomless, do you Julia?"