Sunday morning seemed to take forever to arrive. My wife and her friend had masturbated together, naked, in the loft directly above me, and I had just had to listen without masturbating myself. I wasn't jealous - I was envious. My sexual frustration had made it difficult to sleep. When Julia came downstairs in the morning, I was tired, grumpy, and horny. My wife, of course, didn't know any of this.
"Good morning, honey," Julia greeted me brightly, but in a whisper. "I was about to take a shower. Wanna join me?"
Of course I did. I got up and shuffled to the bathroom with Julia. She was still naked from last night, so she helped me take off my shirt and pants (she had convinced me to stop wearing underwear, so she'd have easier access to my cock during this 14-day blowjob marathon).
Under the shower, Julia kissed me lovingly. "Thank you for being so flexible and sharing me while Amelié is here," she started. "You seem to be recovering from your procedure well... Did you wanna start sleeping upstairs with me again? We could ask Amelié to sleep on the couch instead."
I was conflicted. On the one hand, I was horny and eager to sleep with my wife again. On the other hand, I was horny and curious how my lovely Italian wife and her gorgeous French friend sleeping together would progress. Also, Julia was thanking me for sharing her? I felt like I should be thanking her for sharing Amelié.
"I am feeling better," I concurred. "But I can keep sleeping on the pull out couch for a few more days. Amelié is already comfortable up there and I don't need to displace her. I'm glad you two are getting so much time to catch up."
Julia hugged me tightly in the warm water. "You're the best. I love you so much. I think you deserve a reward for being the best."
Julia got to her knees in front of me. I had the showerhead on my back, as my blue-eyed brunette gave me shower head. Her soft mouth was such a relief after my long night. She bobbed her head slowly up and down my-
The bathroom door slid open.
"Don't mind me!" Amelié shouted over the sound of the water spray. "I'm just here to brush my teeth and start getting ready for our day. Are you two almost done in there?"
Not anymore, I thought to myself.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting anything," Amelié continued. "It's just that we're supposed to meet the girls in like 45 minutes, and I still need to shower too."
Julia stood up and kissed my pecs, apologetically.
"I suppose if it would save time, I could get in there with you two..." Amelié teased.
I don't know if the shower would go any faster, but I was sure our other activity would go faster if Amelié joined us. I tried not to look too hopeful.
"It's okay, we'll be out in five minutes," Julia called back. "You're right, we don't want to be late."
I was disappointed, but the rest of our shower together was all business. I washed Julia's hair while she soaped up her body, and then we swapped. Meanwhile, a naked Amelié flitted around the room on the other side of the shower curtain.
When we were finished, Julia opened the shower curtain and presented our naked bodies to Amelié. In just one week, we had completely dissolved any awkwardness around nudity. My cock was even still half-hard as Amelié handed us each a clean towel.
While Amelié took her turn in the shower, Julia instructed me to wait downstairs in the living room. Our lofted bedroom only had a half-height safety railing, rather than a full wall, so we could pretty clearly hear each other. After less than a minute, Julia tossed one of her favorite outfits for me over the railing: some lightweight khaki pants, a light green linen shirt, and following our new routine, no underwear.
Julia seemed to float back down the stairs, a vision of beauty, as always. She wore a white sundress, patterned with little green apples. It had spaghetti straps and only came down to her mid thigh.
Amelié emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. "Cute!" she exclaimed when she saw us in our summer outfits. She passed between us, dropped her towel at the foot of the stairs, and went upstairs. When she reappeared, she was wearing a sundress too. Hers was strapless and also came down to mid thigh. It was kinda floral, but in contrast to Julia's small pattern, Amelié's dress was entirely blue in various shades - it almost looked like a camouflage print, but it was all blue flowers.
"I love that dress on you!" Julia gushed.
"I love yours too!" Amelié replied. "We're gonna be so- wait, Jules, are you wearing underwear?"
"Umm, yeah, of course I am," Julia said with a bit of consternation.
"Jules! We're going out with college girls! They don't wear underwear anymore! Are you gonna embarrass me in front of our new hot friends?"
"They don't wear underwear ever!? That can't be right. Are you really not wearing any?" Julia asked.
"Of course not," Amelié answered. To prove it, she lifted the front of her dress and flashed her pussy at us. I could tell she had just freshly shaved in this morning's shower.
"Oh. Well, if that's the style these days..." Julia slipped her spaghetti straps off her shoulders and started working on removing her bra. Meanwhile, Amelié bent at the waist, reached up under Julia's dress, and pulled Julia's thong down for her.
Satisfied, Amelié put on some low wedge heels and Julia followed suit. The two girls walked out to the car, with me trailing behind. Neither of them had grabbed keys, so I guessed they felt I was healed up enough to drive. Julia got in the passenger seat. Amelié climbed in the back, but as she did so, she deliberately flashed her ass at me.
I guess it was going to be another long day.
***
We met up with Sabrina and Red at the farmers market. There were fewer people there than I would've expected on such a beautiful day. The girls waved and hugged hello excitedly, in front of a homegrown heirloom tomato booth, run by an elderly man. Sabrina was wearing a midriff-baring top and a short, white, flowy skirt. Red was wearing denim overalls and an orange shirt.
"I love your outfits!" Sabrina gushed. "Those sundresses are so cute! And I love that you're letting your nipples poke through. Very cool to go without a bra."
"We're even cooler than that," Julia bragged proudly. "We're going completely commando!"
"You- wait, what?" Sabrina asked.
Imitating her cool best friend, Julia grabbed the front of her sundress and lifted it up toward Sabrina and Red, flashing them both her trimmed bush. I think even the old man at the tomato booth may have caught a glimpse too, from his angle.
"OMG, you wild thing! Put that away!" Sabrina giggled but advised. "I can't believe you're not wearing any panties."
"Why?" Julia inquired. "Don't all the cool kids go without underwear these days?"
"Without bras, maybe," Sabrina suggested. "But I think most people still wear underwear of some sort."
"What?" Julia was confused. "But I thought..."
Sabrina lifted the front of her white skirt, flashing her purple boy-shorts style panties at me, Julia, and Amelié. "See? I usually go braless because my boobs are too small to need that kind of support. But I wear panties most of the time - maybe not with yoga pants, but usually with a skirt."
We turned in unison to Red. "I'm not gonna flash you, but it's the same story here," she said. "I used to wear bras, but stopped when I came out of the closet. Panties are still part of my routine though."
Julia seemed flustered for a few seconds, but then she collected herself. "Well, then I guess I'm blazing a new trail today! Just call me Coco Chanel!" Julia laughed and started skipping toward the next booth. I always admired her confidence and her positive outlook.
As we spent the late afternoon meandering through the farmers market, I noticed a lot of not-so-innocent touching. It started with one of the girls placing her hand on another's hip as she leaned in to whisper and giggle. Other times, one of the girls would reach for something at a booth, and the back of her hand would brush against another one of the girls' nipples. Sabrina stopped abruptly in front of me to pick up a penny on the sidewalk, forcing unsuspecting me to bump my pelvis against her ass as I continued walking. Red would hold a new top up to herself to get the girls' opinions, and Amelié would cup Red's boobs as she examined the fit. It seemed like everything Sabrina or Red or Amelié said was soaking with innuendo. The only one who appeared oblivious to it all was Julia.
The worst of it was at a vegetable stand. Sabrina and Amelié took turns picking up and complimenting cucumbers, eggplants, and zucchinis. Sabrina preferred the long vegetables that were a bit crooked at the end. Amelié preferred the fat vegetables, regardless of length. Julia didn't understand why it mattered if they were going to be chopped up and cooked. Sabrina and Amelié giggled and held a vegetable each against their cleavage. The two teasing imps grabbed the same cucumber and wrapped their fingers around the shaft, one fist over the other. They agreed it would be fun to share one sometime, so Julia suggested a picnic one day. Getting in on the fun, Red complimented some cantaloupes, and swapped techniques with Amelié on the best way to eat a peach. Sabrina giggled and agreed she liked the really juicy ones that were a bit messy. Julia said she was impressed with the other girls' diets and vowed to eat more fruits and vegetables.
Each of the girls did end up buying a few items from the tormented vegetable salesman. Sabrina winked as she thanked him and said she'd enjoy these tonight. We started toward the last section of booths, but Red stopped and looked back.
"I think I changed my mind. I wanna go back to that tarot card booth. I think I AM going to buy a couple things," Red informed us.
"You would," Sabrina laughed. "I just don't get it."
Amelié volunteered to go back with Red, and the two held hands as they walked away from our group.
"Shall we finish the market?" Julia asked.
