Amelié - Day 06

It was a little past noon when I first heard rustling from the loft. Amelié had apparently decided to sleep in pretty late, and I hadn't seen her all morning. I thought about calling up to her to tease her good-naturedly about it, but got distracted by a work email on my laptop.

I heard the rustling again, but somewhat louder, as Amelié flipped herself around on the bed. What really drew my attention was when I heard something buzzing rhythmically. A moment later, I heard something squelching quietly. As the squelching grew louder and faster, Amelié started breathing louder and faster with it. She gasped loudly and then moaned even more loudly. She hummed and said, "Oh fuuuuuuck! Fuck - fuck - fuck - oh fuck me! Oh that's good. Yeah just a little more. Just a little- right there!" She yelped, and then started grunting. "Ugh, that feels so good! Fuck! Oh I'm gonna- I'm gonna- fuuuUUUUUUUCK!"

I heard Amelié breathing heavily. The buzzing sounded like it was slapping against the sheets briefly before shutting off. The whole episode lasted almost 20 minutes.

Amelié came down the stairs, and I'm glad I looked up when I did. She was still bottomless, and I got such a great view of her entire ass from below. It was tight and taught, but perfectly round. She took a few steps into our galley kitchen and then stood 90 degrees from me with her legs crooked so I couldn't see her front or backside very well. Still, I took my time looking her up and down, exposed flesh from her toes, all the way up her thigh, until her waist found the bottom of my thin undershirt she was still wearing. Silhouetted by the light coming through the kitchen window, I saw the curve of her 34C boobs, and the tip of her perpetually hard nipples poking through. She hit a couple buttons on our coffee maker and then stood there waiting.

"So, what was that?" I asked plainly.

"What was what?" she asked, without looking over at me.

"That little show you just put on!"

"You didn't see any show." She was clearly teasing me and wanted to make me say it.

"I certainly HEARD a show," I answered.

"Well," Amelié finally looked over at me. "Just because you have to wait for Julia to get home, doesn't mean I do." She smirked at me.

When the coffee maker finished, Amelié grabbed two mugs from the cabinet in front of her and poured us each a cup. We both liked it black. Holding one mug in each hand, she started to turn toward me. As she did so, she lowered her right hand, until the mug was held strategically, covering her pussy and mound completely on her petite body. Amelié walked toward me, somehow maintaining that coverage the whole way. She handed me the mug from her left hand, and then stood just two feet away from me, covering her bottom half with only a coffee mug. I could see both hips flaring out around the mug, and the entirety of her toned legs. She continued our conversation from there.

"I found your wife's toy box. I can't believe she's still using the same box she used in college... anyway, I'll wash that vibrator, just like I always did."

I nearly choked on my coffee. I was past the point of trying to hide my erections from my wife's best friend.

Amelié turned around and gave me an up close view of her ass. She stood there for a moment as she finally took a sip of her coffee, still not affording me any view of her front, but at least letting me linger on her rear. "My morning exercise also made me realize that certain parts of me aren't as smooth as I'd like them to be, so I'm off to take a shower." She walked away from me and toward the bathroom, swinging her hips the whole way.

***

Amelié's clothes were all still in the dryer from yesterday, so when she finished her shower, she re-emerged from the bathroom already dressed. She wore a cropped cami top that showed off her entire midriff, panties that covered everything interesting in front, and socks that came up just below her knees. I could see every curve of her perfect body, as well as, per usual, her nipples poking through her braless top.

"Your turn," she said with full eye contact.

It took a minute for my brain to catch up, lost as it was in this sexpot stepping directly into the haze of my perpetual horniness. "My- my turn. For what?"

"To shower. Didn't your wife help you bathe on Monday? It's Thursday. You need another bath."

"Oh," I was still having trouble processing. "Sure."

"Are you alright?" Amelié asked. "You seem like you might be lightheaded. You did just have surgery last week. Maybe I'd better help you bathe. Just to be safe."

By this time, Amelié had grabbed my arm and was now forcibly helping me stand up and walk to the bathroom. "Strip!" she commanded, while she worked on filling the tub.

My mind and my cock were both waking up now, and they were at war with each other. "I'm not sure this is such a good idea," my mind protested aloud, while my hands followed my cock's orders to remove my shirt.

"Don't be silly," this sexy young French woman told me. "We have to get you ready for your next blowjob. I'm just gonna help you get cleaned up." Amelié was still on her knees from working the tub dials. She looked over her shoulder to check my progress and saw that I had only removed my shirt so far. "Ugh, here," she said as she turned to face me, still on her knees. She reached up, grabbed my pants on each side of my waist, and pulled them down to my ankles in one motion. My semi-hard cock sprang free and almost hit her in the face. "Whoa!" she exclaimed. "Careful with that thing. No underwear, huh?"

"It was Julia's-"

"Sure, it was Julia's idea. I'm sure it took a lot of convincing too, to have you keep your cock bj-ready at all times? Just get in the tub."

I followed Amelié's instructions and lowered myself into the tub. My wife's best friend stayed on her knees and began to perfunctorily wash my body. There wasn't anything explicitly sexual about it, other than that she had full view of my hard cock the whole time. The house was quiet but for the sound of the water sloshing around in the tub. I looked back and forth between her hands running a washcloth all over me, her nipples poking through her small shirt, and her beautiful lightly-freckled face concentrating on the task at hand. My erection only grew harder throughout the bath.

"Alright, let's make sure your cock is clean enough to put in my friend's mouth," Amelié broke the silence.

For a brief second, I thought Amelié meant she was going to give me a taste test herself, and I reflexively lifted my pelvis out of the water. Those hopes (and guilty fears) dissipated somewhat, as instead, Amelié wrapped the soapy washcloth around my dick now towering above the water. She stroked me up and down firmly, and my breathing got heavier.

"Uh uh," Amelié chided, while continuing to stroke. "You need to calm this thing down. Your wife will be home soon, and don't you want to be hard for her?" She stroked faster and faster. "You don't want to have trouble cumming for her. How would you explain that? No, better not cum now. Better save it for her. Better STOP!" Amelié suddenly let my cock go completely, leaving it pulsing in the open air. I was right at the brink, but through intense concentration, I managed not to cum. "Good boy," Amelié said. "Dip that thing back in the warm water to rinse off the soap."

I very slowly, very gently lowered myself back under the water. I was liable to pop at any moment. Amelié drained the tub and had me stand up so she could dry my hair and my torso. She returned to her knees in front of me, but had to kneel a foot away to avoid contact with my hard-on. It was pointed directly at her face, at point-blank range, as she stretched to dry my legs. I felt like her warm breath would be enough to make me explode all over her soft features.

Amelié stood and dried her own arms up to the elbows. Other than that, she had managed to stay pretty dry. "I'm going to lay down on the couch and read my book. You'd better stay here and let that thing go soft before you risk touching it to put clothes on. Or, hang out naked for as long as you need to. I won't mind."

***

Working naked was strange, but my day was almost over and I didn't have any meetings that required my camera on. Just before Julia got home, I was finally able to put on some loose sweatpants and a T-shirt. She got home and found us laying on our backs side by side on the sofa bed, watching TV. Amelié was still not wearing pants.

"Hi, my favorite people!" Julia greeted us, bubbly as always. "How was today?"

"It was fine, uneventful," I said hurriedly.

"Don't be humble," Amelié slapped my bicep. "Jimmy showered today!"

Julia gasped. "By yourself!?"

I hemmed and hawed guiltily, but Julia was distracted by Amelié's response instead: "I stayed close by, just in case I needed to get my hands wet."

"That's so great, Jimmy! And thanks Amelié! I so appreciate you being here and helping to take care of my Jimbino. Who knew your vacation would be so perfectly timed. I feel bad though. Don't you want to do any sightseeing?"

"Oh, I'm seeing plenty of sights," Amelié smirked and glanced at me.

"Oh good! Tomorrow's Friday. I'll see if I can get off early and we can see some sights together!"

"Hmm, très magnifique," Amelié was definitely looking at me lasciviously now. "Jubilee..." Julia giggled at the nickname. "...before dinner, I think there's something you need to do first."

"Oh? Are you ready already, hon?"

I tried not to nod too enthusiastically.

"How do you wanna do this? I know one of your favorites is for me to be on my knees while you stand. Are you ready to try that? Or did you already stand too much in the shower today?"

"I think I can handle that," I answered greedily. "Here, I'll stand with the back of my legs against the sofa's armrest, for a little extra support."

I removed my pants and got into position while Julia unbuttoned her top. Today, she was wearing a forest green bra with black lace accents. She kept her work pants on as she knelt for me.

Julia began by licking her hand and grabbing my already stiffening cock by the base. With just a few pumps, she had me fully hard again. I'd been on edge all afternoon, but of course she didn't know that.

"Wow, honey, you really were ready for me. I love that!"

Behind me, Amelié still laid on the couch. I guess we had swapped positions from this morning, and she now had a close up view of my ass above the sofa's armrest. Beyond that, I could only wonder what was happening. I heard rustling and strained to discern what the source of my pent up frustration was doing now. Julia now had her lips wrapped around my member and was fellating me slowly. Suddenly, Amelié's panties landed on the top of Julia's bobbing head. She jumped in surprise, paused the blowjob, and picked the small piece of fabric off her head.

When she saw what she was holding, she laughed. "This is what I'm talking about! You're so wild! Okay enjoy the show I guess!" Julia placed Amelié's panties on the armrest next to me, unclipped and removed her own bra, freeing her 32B boobs, and resumed working me with her mouth.

I always enjoyed Julia's blowjobs, but this one felt special. With all the stimulation I'd already had that afternoon, I don't know how I held on. It seemed like Julia was actually putting on a show for her college roommate. She was putting everything she had into making this a sloppy blowjob. She choked herself multiple times trying to get my dick into her throat. Behind me, I could hear said roommate moaning as she played with herself. Julia turned her giant blue eyes up at me while her lips were stretched around my cock. She looked so beautiful and innocent. Then, I watched her eyes cloud over with arousal. Her expression turned devious and I saw her considering doing something wild.

Julia pulled her head back slowly, her lips dragging loosely along my shaft, as she pushed all the saliva out of her mouth and onto me. She released my cockhead with a pop. "Are you ready to cum for me?" she asked, her voice low. Julia picked Amelié's panties up off the armrest and wrapped them around my shaft. The soft fabric felt so good on my cock as Julia stroked it up and down, faster and faster. "Wasn't it nice of Amelié to lend us these panties? Don't they feel so good in my hand? Hmm, hon, you should see the look on Amelié's face. She's laying there, rubbing her pussy, so exposed. I think she's gonna cum soon. Are you gonna cum too? Cum for me. Cum all over my pretty face. Show Amelié how hot you are for me. Show her how much you love me. Paint my face with all your love. Cum for me! Cum!"

I don't know how I had lasted as long as I had, but I couldn't hold back any more. With a groan that became a grunt, I fired my cum at Julia. All the buildup from hearing Amelié make herself cum this morning, from seeing so much of her bottom half as she walked around bottomless, from her stroking me in the bath, from trying to work while she laid next to me in her panties, from Julia's blowjob and dirty talk, from her using her friend's panties in arguably the kinkiest thing she'd ever done, had filled my balls with more cum than I would've thought could possibly fit. Long ropes shot out and painted thick streaks across my wife's wholesome round face. I barely managed to avoid her beautiful cerulean eyes, which she kept trained up at me from below, but her forehead, her nose, both cheeks, her closed lips, and her chin were all covered as I drained a day's full of teasing onto my wife's welcoming visage.

When I finished, Julia giggled. "Wow, hon. You really were ready for me! What got you so worked up today?"

I hesitated as my eyes darted from Julia's eyes to the panties in her hand, still wrapped around my throbbing cock. Julia didn't wait for an answer - maybe the question was rhetorical. She stood and brought her cum covered face up close enough that I could see the thickness of my spending. She took Amelié's panties and used them to wipe the cum from her cheeks and her forehead. Globs of my cum filled our friend's panties.

I heard Amelié moan behind me. "I- I think I'm going up to bed now!" she exclaimed.

Amelié got up off the sofa bed. She paused, standing right next to me, and looked at Julia. "You missed some, mon cherie." Amelié reached out and swiped some cum off Julia's chin with her thumb. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and headed for the stairs.

As Amelié stepped into my peripheral vision, Julia hugged her bare chest to mine, and covered my eyes with her clean hand. I guess she didn't know that seeing Amelié in her current state wouldn't be anything new for me. I heard Amelié's steps rise to the loft above me. Julia leaned back in our embrace and kissed my sternum. She told me she loved me and to sleep well and then she followed her friend upstairs.