Amelié - Day 12

The next morning, to my surprise, Amelié came downstairs just a few minutes after Julia had left for work. This was a few hours earlier than her normal pattern. To my further surprise, she was not naked. I watched her descend the stairs completely topless, but wearing some skintight jeans. In one hand, she carried some flats, and in the other hand, she carried a blouse.

"Going out this morning?" I asked.

"Yeah, I thought I'd go have some fun out of the house for once. I mean, you're not really incapacitated, so you should be fine here alone for a few hours." Amelié replied.

"Well, I mean, hypothetically, I should be okay... but, so, what, are you just gonna go sightseeing by yourself?" I spluttered.

"Don't be silly," she answered. Her tone wasn't rude, but it was devoid of the playfulness I'd grown accustomed to during her visit. "Sabrina and Red are coming to pick me up."

"Oh. Oh, that sounds fun..." It really did sound fun, but I sensed some weirdness between us that I didn't like.

"Look-" Amelié started.

"Oh, I'm looking," I hazarded a joke, as my eyes flicked down to her perky handfuls of tits.

Amelié smiled, but didn't laugh. "Look, I actually, genuinely feel kinda bad. Last night, I realized how I've taken advantage of Julia's gullibility over the years, and especially this week. A lot of it has been fun, don't get me wrong - and I'm pretty sure Julia has enjoyed it too. But I think you and I may have crossed a line or two. I like to have fun and I like to push Julia out of her comfort zone, but sucking your dick yesterday, while she wasn't here... I don't know, I just feel kinda bad about it. I apologized and made her spank me and then later you watched me eat her out, and that was all me being my normal sex-driven self but it was ALSO me seriously wanting to make amends. So, today, yes, I'm going out with Sabrina and Red. I think it's best if I just remove myself from temptation altogether. I'll be home about the time Julia gets home, so we can all hang out together then."

I wasn't expecting something so real from Amelié. She left me a little speechless as I reexamined our activities this week through that new lens.

I did get as much of an eyeful as I could while Amelié was washing her face. I liked the way her boobs swayed and jiggled. Then she put on her shirt, did her hair, and walked out the front door without another word.

"I guess I'll actually get some work done today..." I thought to myself.

***

While I was home alone for the first time in a couple weeks, I reflected on Amelié's words. I loved Julia and had never meant to betray her or to let things go as far with Amelié as they had (and I certainly hadn't meant to get the beginnings of a blowjob from Sabrina last weekend). I decided easily that Amelié was right, and that we needed to scale back considerably. With this newfound clarity, I found my day a lot easier. Not only was Amelié out of the house, but she was also out of my head.

While I was making myself a sandwich for lunch, I heard my phone chime twice from across the room. Settling back onto the couch, I checked my phone and immediately nearly dropped my sandwich. There were two texts from an unknown number. The first was simply the word "Before." The second was a photo: a selfie of Amelié, Sabrina, and Red, all flashing their tits together. Based on the positioning, I assumed Sabrina had taken the photo. This was confirmed a few minutes later, when I got a text from Amelié informing me that she'd given Sabrina my number.

I poured over the photo while my sandwich lay forgotten next to me. The three girls filled the frame, so I couldn't tell where they were. They were all clearly braless, and had pulled their shirts up over their wonderful tits. I was most familiar with Amelié's 34Cs, her light pink areola, and her eraser bud nipples. The other two I had stolen glimpses of before, but never with such an opportunity to study them. Sabrina had soft A-cups with little pink caps. Her nipples were tiny pebbles, but they seemed to always be hard. Red had voluptuous DD tits, light brown areola, and swollen nipples that begged to be sucked on. I couldn't help but wonder how recently the straight little blonde girl had sucked on her lesbian friend's knockers. The girls were all smiling like old friends having fun. I also noticed that none of the three had tan lines, so I guess our new friends had enjoyed our naked sunbathing and kept up the habit.

I don't know how long I stared at that photo, but eventually two more texts came in from Sabrina. The first was the word "After" and the second was a similar photo, but with one key difference: Sabrina's nipples were now pierced with little silver barbells. The girls were all still smiling, but Sabrina in particular looked particularly exhilarated.

I had just vowed today to be more faithful to Julia, so I didn't jack off to these two photos. I did, however, decide to keep them for later.

"What do you think?" Sabrina asked over text.

I tried to be diplomatic. "Very nice. Good choice of jewelry."

"That's all?" She sent a pouting emoji. "I was hoping for something a little more... effusive... demonstrative... maybe a photo?"

I didn't feel like I should start down this path of exchanging photos - not today. While I was trying to formulate an alternative response, another text came in.

"Maybe you'd like them better if you saw them in person? Maybe when we drop Amelié off later, we'll come in and share a Fruit Roll Up..." she added a winking face this time.

I couldn't believe Amelié had told the college girls about the candy-wrapped blowjobs she'd given me yesterday! Actually, I could. "Idk if we have any left," I typed back quickly, trying to remove myself from temptation too.

"Damn! Well maybe just a Fruit by the Foot then? I want to taste all 12 inches of your sweet treat."

I started to type back that it's not 12 inches and that unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to satisfy her sweet tooth, but Sabrina beat me with another text.

"Last time I had your Gusher in my mouth, I never got to the gooey center." This text closed with a tearful emoji.

While I was pondering my life and how I'd ended up in this situation, a few more texts from Sabrina pinged my phone:

"Do you like Starbursts?

I've heard you shouldn't put candy in your pussy, but I might be willing to risk it for you.

Oh! OOH! Does JULIA like Starbursts?"

I gave up on trying to answer, so I set my phone face down next to me, and tried to get back to work, ignoring the periodic chimes.

***

A few hours later, my phone started fully ringing with a FaceTime call. Shaking my head and preparing to tell Sabrina to give me some space, I was surprised to see my wife's face on the screen instead. Checking the clock, I realized it was already almost time for her to be arriving home. Worried, I answered the call.

"Hello?" I started.

"Hi honey! How was your day?" Julia asked.

"Oh, fine. Quiet without Amelié here," I informed her.

"Oh I know! She told me she was going out with our newest friends. I hope she had a good time."

Sure seemed like a good time, I thought.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be home for a few more hours. I'm stuck at work because this big project came in and we really gotta hit this deadline," Julia said.

"Oh, that's okay," I assured her. "I understand. I'm fine here."

"Well, I feel bad," Julia asserted. "I should be home caring for you." I started to tell her it was fine, but Julia continued on. "Now listen. I called Amelié and asked her to take care of you for me - yes, that's what I mean. Be nice to her. She's doing me a big favor. We really need to drain your cum, and I can't get there anytime soon. So let her help you! I know it might be hard without me there, so let her do whatever she needs to. Try to relax and let her make you cum. I told her to do whatever it takes."

"Umm," I wasn't quite sure how to respond. "Are you su-"

"I've gotta go, honey," Julia interrupted. "Just try, for me, okay?" With that, she hung up.

It was only a couple of minutes later that the front door opened, and Amelié stood there in her blouse and her skin tight jeans.

"So, a vasectomy," she said. "Wanna test it?" She closed the door behind herself.

I was sitting somewhat nervously on the sofa bed, in just my boxer briefs. My chest tightened at her words. "What happened to feeling guilty?"

"That's gone now," Amelié explained. "Your wife has given me full, explicit permission now. She told me to do whatever was necessary to drain every milliliter of cum from your lovely balls." As she spoke, Amelié strode across the room toward me. She unbuttoned her jeans and carefully peeled them down her long legs. Underneath, she was wearing thigh high black lace stockings. I also saw a peak of black and purple lace panties. "I'm gonna make my BFF proud tonight." She crossed her arms and pulled her blouse off.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw that the bra she was wearing now was not what she'd left the house in this morning. It was a black and purple lace bustier top that was sheer over her hard nipples. Most of her torso and her legs had some form of coverage, but the lace, the cut outs, and the sheer parts all left tantalizing glimpses of her beautiful body. I was quickly tenting my plain underwear.

"Do you like this?" Amelié asked rhetorically. "The girls helped me pick it out. I actually think Sabrina may have bought herself a matching set. I'm not sure though because I got a bit distracted when Red followed me into the changing room. That big-tittied lesbian really knows how to get my body fired up." Amelié knew how to get my body fired up too. She got on the pull-out mattress with me and started tracing my erection through my briefs. "It was all just a tease though. The attendant came over to check on us before Red could get me off. I was pretty much committed to buying this set then because I was absolutely dripping all over it. I didn't even want to take it off and hand it to the cashier because I didn't want her to see how my pussy had soaked through it. Luckily, she let me wear it out of the store, once she'd seen what pieces they were and could ring them up."

Amelié grabbed my underwear on each side and pulled it down and off me in one motion. She licked her lips as she stared at my hard cock, throbbing in the open air in front of her. She reached out one hand to grasp it and slowly started stroking.

"That was actually later in our afternoon. You saw the selfies right?" All I could do was nod. "Sabrina is a petite little burgeoning exhibitionist, you know? She whipped her shirt off right there in the piercing studio in the mall. The storefront is all glass, so anyone in the mall could've looked in and seen her bare back. The piercing guy's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her perky boobs. He led her into one of the more private booths in the shop to do the piercing. It seemed like they were gone kind of a long time, and when they came back out, he said there was no charge today. I thought maybe Sabrina had chickened out, but when we got to the parking lot, she flashed her tits at me and Red and we saw her new barbells. I can only guess how she got them done free... And why - it would've only cost like $200 total for both nipples including the jewelry."

I groaned softly, remembering how hot the selfies I received were and at the feeling of Amelié's hand. She wasn't jacking me off with a purpose. It didn't even feel like foreplay. She was just idly handling my cock as she told me about her adventures with our new friends.

"You know," she continued. "Sabrina really wanted to come in and show you her piercings herself when she dropped me off. I think she may have had more on her mind too, especially once she heard what Julia had told me to do. That girl wants to help. But I told her no. This cock is all mine tonight. Besides, your wife only gave me permission, not those other sluts."

I was almost relieved that Amelié hadn't let Red and Sabrina join us. My cock might've actually exploded. Almost relieved. Almost.

"They're probably in a 69 right now. I know I'm horny as hell, and I'm ready to do something about that." Amelié ducked her head and gave my cock two quick bobs. "There. Just enough to lube you up a little."

She threw a leg over to straddle me. She reached down and pulled her brand new lingerie to the side as she lined me up. My cock was hard as steel and didn't even need anyone to hold it steady. She notched it at the opening to her dripping pussy, and then she ground her hips, rubbing her clit against my cockhead. When she was ready, she shifted herself forward until my cock was directed into her vaginal canal. She sank herself down, slowly, one millimeter at a time, enveloping my turgid tool in the warm depths of her body. She never had to pause or reverse direction. Her velvety folds accepted my entire length eagerly. When her ass finally met my thighs, I let out a deep breath I hadn't noticed I was holding.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good," she moaned. She started to grind her hips, keeping me at full depth the whole time. "God, fuck, you're so deep in me. Fuck, I love the feel of your cock so much." She started bouncing her ass on my cock, harder and harder. I watched the tops of her tits jiggle above the lingerie top. It took all my concentration to hold back from cumming right away. Her pussy just felt so good clenching me as she rode me. "Goddamn, I can't wait to tell Sabrina about this. That little bitch is gonna be so jealous of the way your big cock is stretching me out. Fuck!" Amelié moaned deeply as she continued to grind against me. Her voice turned into staccato breaths and grunts.

Julia had given us the authorization - had suggested this actually - so I might as well make the most of it. After several minutes of being ridden by the only girl in a decade besides my wife, I rolled us over into more of a missionary position. My cock was lodged deep enough in her that it didn't slip out as we tumbled across the sofa bed. I pounded into her tight core with reckless abandon. Blowjobs were my favorite, but I realized my cock had been craving pussy over the last week. I shimmied us backwards until I was standing off the bed and Amelié was laying on her back with her feet on my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her legs and lifted until her butt was floating above the mattress. I resumed fucking her with thrusts as hard and fast as I had ever thrust before.

"Oh fuck, thank you. Thank you for fucking my pussy like this. Oh God, you're so hot!" she moaned.

I was quickly approaching my climax, so I changed up my grip one more time. As I dropped her legs, her core strength and my cock held her pussy at the same height it had been. Her legs fell to the sides as I grabbed her hips. I pulled her into me and hammered her as hard as I could.

Her voice quivered like she was talking into a fan. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuckkkkkkk." Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she groaned out her orgasm, "OHHHHHHH, ohhhh." Her body went limp but she turned her face toward mine and made full eye contact as I came too. My cock pulsed repeatedly, deep in her pussy, painting her walls with my hot cum.

I took a deep breath and lowered her back to the bed.

"Oh, I needed that," Amelié purred blissfully.

"You mean, *I* needed that," I corrected. "Right? That's why we just did that. Because we needed me to cum?"

"Right, right," Amelié acknowledged. She rolled over onto her stomach and carefully stood up next to me on shaky legs. She took my hand and started walking toward the shower. "Let's get cleaned up. *You* might need it again."

***

By the time Julia got home, I was exhausted. Amelié had in fact fucked me again in the shower, after having me sit on the floor of the tub so she could stand and grind her pussy on my chin until she squirted in my face. A couple hours later, she gave me a blowjob on the couch while we watched TV too, for good measure. I didn't tell Julia any of that, but we were confident we had followed her instructions and I was thoroughly drained, literally and figuratively. I was passed out on the couch, but awoke when Julia eventually got home and leaned in to kiss me goodnight.

Julia proceeded to join her best friend, our house guest, upstairs in bed. I wasn't sure if Amelié would have any more energy left than I did, but I turned on the pet camera and hit record just in case.

"Welcome home," Amelié greeted. "Is everything all set at work now?"

"I think so," Julia answered. "What a long, stressful day though. Thank you for taking care of Jimmy for me."

"Oh, it was my pleasure," Amelié assured my wife. "Anything to help a friend."

"You sure it wasn't too much of a burden?" Julia's voice was full of concern.

"None at all!" Amelié reassured her.

"Okay," Julia seemed mollified. "You're such a good friend. I really appreciate you helping me out! I'm sure Jimmy appreciated it too. Blowjobs are his favorite, you know?"

"I could tell!" Amelie laughed. "I'm not done helping you out though. You had such a long day at work! You deserve a little of what Jimmy got too."

"Oh, honey, I don't know, I'm so tired... but, well... actually maybe a quick little orgasm would be nice. You really wouldn't mind? It would take some of the edge off..."

"Not at all, I wouldn't mind at all," Amelié grinned. "And don't worry about being quick. There won't be anything little about what I'm gonna do to you."

Amelié helped my wife get undressed. It was very perfunctory, as Amelié had her eyes on a very particular prize. To Julia's apparent surprise (and mine), Amelié did not place Julia at the head of the bed on a pillow, or under the covers. Instead, Amelié pushed Julia onto her back, with her head hanging off the foot of the bed. Her face was pointed right at the camera, and I could see the full length of her body, all the way down to the tuft of hair between her legs. Amelié laid down between Julia's knees, and began to feast.

The muscles in my cock were too exhausted to raise up again, but my mind was fully engaged by what I was seeing. I would definitely be watching this tape later. Even better, Julia and I could watch it together.

Amelié's ass waved in the air as she hunkered her torso down, burying Julia's clit under the weight of her tongue. The petite French girl undulated her tongue, while her Italian prey writhed beneath her.

Julia reached up and pinched both of her own nipples as she bit her lip. "Ohhhoohoooohhhh," she moaned.

Amelié suckled on Julia's sensitive nub while shifting her weight onto her left arm. Her right hand came up and plunged two fingers into Julia's wet pussy. By the way Julia gasped, I guessed Amelié had found her g-spot. My poor [formerly] straight wife was no match for the dual assault of her bisexual bestie's expert fingers and wicked mouth. In short order, Amelié brought Julia to the brink of orgasm. It was astounding that a woman so good at fellatio could be equally as talented, if not moreso, at cunnilingus. Julia's back arched until her hips blocked my view of Amelié. Julia's mouth was still gaping open, but the perfect O crooked and uncrooked as she silently screamed out an orgasm.

Julia breathed deeply and began to thank her friend, but was cut off as Amelié dove back in and continued to munch her carpet. By the time she was done, Amelié had obliterated my record, bringing my wife to five orgasms big enough to discern on camera, and who knows how many smaller orgasms along the way.