Carrie and Mie

Carrie grunted slightly as she racked her barbell, took a step back and leaned forward to stretch out her shoulders. It was a shoulder-day, one of her favorites, and she just finished strict shoulder presses at 135. After a moment opening her chest and shoulders she stripped the plates from each end, wiped a bit of chalk off the bar, and headed for the kettlebells.

Carrie smiled as she saw Sam approaching, straining under the weight of two of the larger bells, walking down the turf, focused intently on finishing her farmer's carries. Playfully, Carrie called out "Ooo, look at Sam-an-tha gggooo!" catching not only Sam's attention, but that of several other athletes, glancing quickly and smiling at Carrie's sarcastic encouragement. Both were known for their boisterousness, justified by their commitment, dedication, and performance at the gym. Their physique more than showed it.

Quickly offloading the weight to the mat, Sam gave a fake exasperated look, snapping "Fuck off, Carrie," eliciting only an excited smile from Carrie. "How was your trip? When did you get back?"

"It was long and boring, but overall productive. The hotel gym as a fucking nightmare. Seriously. If they only had a shake-weight I wouldn't have been surprised."

"Dude, that sucks. You couldn't find a box anywhere nearby?"

"Nope, so I was stuck with a lot of bodyweight stuff in the room, but I did get some good mileage in," Carrie replied, reliving the pain of not having an adequate facility for over a week.

Sam made a show of checking Carrie out, scrutinizing her up and down, "Yeah, I noticed you lost some gains there... tough break. Looks like I'll have to show you how to train..." Sam couldn't keep the act going, breaking into a giggle by the end of her attempted insult.

"Yeah.... Fuccckkkk you," Carrie replied through smiling teeth. "Where's Meg today?"

"Something about work and needing a recovery day. She's been putting in a lot of work for some tactical competition or some shit like that, you know how she is. She'll crush it if she doesn't overtrain first."

Sam, Meg, and Carrie routinely trained together and turned almost all the heads. They were some of the fittest women in the gym, fun to be around, and seemed to be there all the time. While Carrie was an equal balance of strength and function, both Meg and Sam were somewhat slenderer than Carrie. They routinely beat Carrie on endurance events but generally it was assumed Carrie had them on overall strength. All three sported defined abs, strong legs, impressive glutes, and to weak men, intimidating shoulders and arms. Carrie's aggressive side-cut haircut completed her look, while a full sleeve tattoo seemed to complete Sam's.

Sam kept her natural blonde hair in a messy French braid, occasionally wearing it high, almost completing a shield-maiden look which only enhanced her tough appearance training. Sam was usually the first to drop her shirt, both to subtly show off her physique but also for functionality; simply, she didn't like getting too warm, so a sports bra and gym shorts were her usual go-to by the end of her lift. Plus, she didn't mind the occasional glances of the other patrons, either at her tattoo, or her chest, bouncing and wanting to spill out during lifts.

Carrie and Sam openly agreed that while Carrie had the muscles, Sam had the tits. Sam's biggest guilty pleasure was the look of realization-- and often lust-- when talking with some of the men, as she watched their eyes dart down at her tits, perpetually hard nipples, and barbell piercing she wore through them, always evident through her bras of choice. That's right...let them want you...distract them with this fucking body I've earned... always affirmed her power to herself. Carrie always laughed and supported this, knowing Sam loved the subtle attention.

"Is Mike happy you're back?" Sam asked as Carrie grabbed a 53-pound kettlebell.

Carrie smiled, gave Sam the side eye, and replied "What do you think? He missed me a lot, probably almost as much as I missed him."

"Ooo that's fun. Did you guys plan anything special when he picked you up from the airport? Date night or anything, or just straight home and get down to it?" Sam asked, jokingly prying into what she already knew was a great sex life her friend had.

"Of course we did, duh..." Carrie grunted as she threw up her first single-arm clean and jerk of the set, "He was quite the gentleman, even had flowers as he met me in the airport, it was really sweet!"

"Okay, that's just too cute," Sam snorted, rolling her eyes at Mike's habit for romantic gestures. Sam loved to make fun of them, but both admired Mike and celebrated his relationship with Carrie. To her, it was an obviously perfect match.

"Did you pay him back for them?"

Carrie giggled as she switched arms, breathing heavy, now looking forward only at the mirror as she resumed her lift, "Well yeah... the flowers earned him a little something."

"Good girl," Sam jokingly cooed.

Finished with her set, Carrie quickly set the kettlebell back down, smirking at Sam for her constant encouragement for her sex life. "It wasn't much, you know, the typical."

Sam gave her an inquisitive look, quietly wondering what Carrie's typical would actually be.

Before she could ask, Carrie dropped it "I sucked him off on the drive home, so yeah, the flowers were worth it. I swear, I almost needed it as much as he did."

Sam could only laugh, but briefly imagined the scene, and what it would look like to see Mike flooding Carrie's mouth. It wasn't that Sam was lesbian or bisexual, but she had to appreciate two incredibly sexy bodies fucking. It was natural, and Sam did little to hide her interests. Carrie shared her sex life with only Sam and Meg, having known them for years and developing a special kindred relationship through hours of suffering together in the gym, leading to a close friendship between the three. While Carrie shared a lot of her intimate moments, she didn't go into too much detail about her adventures with Mike, only that they were kinky and he was the best--and biggest--she's had. She didn't want to violate Mike's privacy, and always picked up on his shyness when she teased him about other women wanting him. She thought it was adorable and wanted to respect his comfort level. In public, Mike was a somewhat shy and quiet guy, but in the bedroom, he could be dominant, aggressive, and passionate; a side he kept hidden or was only brought out by explicit lust for Carrie.

"I've got to do some rolling over here, find me before you leave!" Sam called to Carrie, as she walked toward the other side of the open bay gym. Carrie couldn't help but admire her friend's ass as she walked away, then her defined back and tattoo, before returning to another set with the kettlebell.

With a full shoulder pump going, accentuating Carrie's physique, now shirtless (it was now used to wipe sweat off her body), she found Sam, finishing up her stretching and rolling. Sitting down heavily next to her, Sam could only smirk at the soreness she knew Carrie was suffering in her delts, but also how fierce she looked with the shaved side of her head on display with her strength.

"Good workout? What was the routine?"

Carrie pulled out her phone, quickly unlocking it and tossing it over to Sam before she dramatically threw herself back onto the mat.

Sam caught the phone, expecting it, as Carrie did, to have her programming pulled up. Carrie, looking at a giant ceiling fan circulating air above her, didn't notice Sam's eyes grow large with a big, open mouth smile of voyeuristic joy across her face. Sam glanced over at Carrie to see if she was caught but was safe for the moment as Carrie seemed to contemplate life after her induced exhaustion.

Instead of Carrie's workout program on the screen, it was a photo. Sam was shocked to see what looked to be a progress picture, a careful pose with incredible abs and physic, taken with the phone propped on something in front for a good full body shot. This wasn't a progress photo, and that's what grabbed Sam's immediate attention. She was staring at one of the largest cocks she'd ever seen. And Mike's smiling face above it.

Sam glanced back to Carrie to ensure she wasn't caught, and upon seeing Carrie's eyes now closed, returned excitedly to the phone, her heart now racing at how raunchy, scandalous, but exciting the moment was. Such accidental voyeurism that she felt would be laughed off and truly not a big deal to either Carrie or Mike. Thinking, "It's not like Mike should care... he's fucking huge... no wonder Carrie loves him so much!" Using her thumb and index finger, she zoomed in on Mike's erection, appreciate its girth and length, and its upward angle with a slight curve. She loved that his head was somewhat pronounced and amazed at how painfully hard he seemed to be, before noticing how much precum was dripping down the sides. "Fuck, how horny was he when he took this? Fuck!" she thought to herself.

"Pretty good workout, huh. Hard fact: it kicked my fucking ass today." Carrie said, breaking the silence, before lazily turning her head to Sam. Sam immediately felt caught, eyes still wide and snapping her attention to Carrie, pulling the phone to her sweaty chest, heart beating hard now. Sam sat in terrified silence.

"Wait... why are you looking at me like that?" Carrie inquired with a chuckle, not understanding Sam's response.

"Ummm... you didn't have your programming pulled up..." Sam replied, quickly regaining her confidence, and identifying how hilarious this moment actually was, "But it did have a hard fact pulled up, that I'm sure gives you a good workout," Sam giggled as she tossed the phone back, screen still baring Mike's photo.

It took Carrie only an instant to realize her mistake, and that Sam just stared at her naked boyfriend for a good thirty seconds. "Fuck..." she laughed, "I didn't realize that was still pulled up!" Carrie laughed harder, turning red and rolling to her side. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Sam's response was immediate "Well, he's fucking hot. And he is huge! Like straight up hung! Why didn't you tell me how fucking big he is? We all know he's fucking hot, but with a cock like that? Fuck me!" Sam managed through laughs, her heart rate slowing, realizing this wasn't a breach of trust at all, but an honest mistake between friends, and that she's probably the safest person Carrie could blunder like this with. "You can't blame me!"

Carrie was laughing as she reached over and smacked Sam on the thigh, understanding Sam's reaction. "Hell, I would have done the exact same thing, he is fucking hot," she admitted to herself.

As their laughter quickly died down, Sam looked over at Carrie, her hard body sprawled supine on the mat, a symbol of strong femininity, and couldn't help but again imagine what she'd look like with Mike. How would they use their strong, capable bodies, to pleasure the other as much as possible? She imagined Mike slamming his huge cock into Carrie's body, and Carrie's obvious pleasure from it. What would Carrie's naked body look like, arching her back, as she came?

Carrie couldn't help but notice Sam's eyes devouring her body, seemingly lost in her thoughts. She knew her friend well enough to guess, and based on how hard her nipples were, ventured her guess "You're wondering what it's like, aren't you?"

"Huh?" Breaking Sam from her exciting fantasy, "What do you mean?"

"Okay, come on. What's the biggest you've taken?"

Sam smiled, excited by where this was going. She was going to finally learn more lurid details of her friend's sex life, only now enhanced knowing what she was fucking so often. "Okay, so nothing as big as Mike, obviously. That kind of dick only comes around once in a while!" She laughed "I'm not like a size queen or anything, but there is something hot about a really big dick, right?"

"Well, yeah. I... I'm now a total size-queen!" Carrie admitted, a gleam in her eye that affirmed to Sam she was referring only to Mike.

Leaning in, Sam asked "Okay, be honest, how awesome is it? Like does he know how to use it, or is he one of those boring guys who assumed size is enough without technique?"

Carrie immediately adopted a stern, serious demeanor to emphasize the gravity of her point "He knows how to use it. He's fucking amazing at getting me off, even without his dick, like he lives to give pleasure. It's like he doesn't appreciate how large he is, and that's perfect because he tries so much more."

Sam thought for a second, her mind returning to her raunchy fantasy of Mike fucking her friend. "Wow, that's really cool, and I'm guessing you've turned him onto some of your kinks? Like is he adventurous? He always seems kind of shy," Quickly adding "And there's nothing wrong with that, as long as you're happy and satisfied!"

Carrie, now beaming, quickly answered "He's kinky as fuck!" accidentally saying the last two words louder than she meant before quieting back down, aware, "I didn't have to turn him onto much at all. He loves going down on me, loves using toys--shit, he already had a few of his own--but the best part..." Carrie leaned a little closer "he can have multiples..."

"What do you mean, like orgasm more than once? Like he can 'recharge' pretty quickly?"

"Dude. Like multiples. He can cum and just keep going, like without stopping for anything. And cum and cum and cum. It's so fucking hot. I'm into it, the mess is a huuuuuge turn-on for me," Carrie admitted, only a little unsure if Sam would agree or not. Not like it truly mattered to Carrie, all she cared about was if it turned her and Mike on, and if it wasn't Sam's thing, fuck it. Sam doesn't have to approve of anything that gets me off... and it is really fucking hot.

"Fuuuccckkkk... that's actually pretty awesome. Sounds messy, but that'd be a lot of fun... wait! Do you guys like it messy like that? He's not one of those guys who doesn't even like helping you clean up just in case he actually touches his own cum, is he?"

"Sam, listen to me when I say this... we both fucking love it." Carrie thought for a second about her next statement, and erred towards trusting Sam, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yeah, of course... this has to be good..." Sam said leaning in and smiling, her heart racing again at recurring thought of Mike fucking Carrie, but now as a cum-filled mess.

"We both fucking love it. Like, I always ask him to pull out and finish on me, something about watching him cum is awesome because I'm the one who made him cum, and then he just keeps going. But the best part..." Carrie now realized how turned on she was, breathing heavy and feeling a familiar, demanding heat between her legs, now squeezed together as she sat up, "Is what we do with it." She smiled, knowing Sam was going to want an explanation, excited that she gets to impress her friend with such kinky details of what she gets to regularly do with Mike.

"Wait, what do you mean 'what you do with it'?" Sam squinted, confused but excited.

"Well..." Carrie replied, almost hesitating, "We play with it...." Now fully committing "I'll rub it around--and he cums a lot, like huge cumshots, like pulls out and shoots up to my neck--and rub it in, you know, give him a show..."

Sam interrupted "Okay, fuck, that's really hot, no wonder he can keep going! That's straight up porn star shit, especially if he cums a lot. Fuck!" Her mind now wandered from Mike fucking Carrie to Mike's cock erupting all over Carrie. Her eyes surveyed her friend's body, flushed, excited, and breathing hard, next to her. Sam became acutely aware of how horny and turned on she was, feeling herself throbbing between her legs, knowing she was wet. "Fuck it, I'm sweaty enough. And this is amazingly hot," her mind justified the reaction.

"Well... that..." Carrie said, smiling demurely, before explaining the rest, "We usually get kinkier though... I'll taste it, he loves that... but the hottest..." She paused almost for dramatic effect, watching Sam's eyes grow with aroused anticipation, "is when he licks it off my body and kisses me with it..."

Sam's jaw dropped as she perceived this wonderfully kinky act. She looked Carrie up and down, eyes settling on Carrie's chest, imagining now both Mike's pleasure all over her amazing body, but then Mike leaning down to passionately lick it off her tits and then kiss her with it. "Holy fuck..." She muttered audibly for Carrie to hear, "That's so fucking hot. Like, fuck. That's amazing. And raunchy. Fuck!" Sam broke into a wide smile, exhilarated that her friend got to experience such a delicious act, and with a man as wholesome as Mike. "Mike, that motherfucker, that kinky motherfucker, he's been hiding both his cock and his slutty little secrets this entire time!! Good for Carrie for finding it and fucking him! And shit, for them falling in love! No wonder they are crazy about each other!" her inner monologue roared. Her mind raced with so many wicked thoughts of them, but pure joy they had each other. "A girl with a body like Carrie's deserves the best dick she can find, and fuck did she find it!"

A brief silence fell over both women, who now only hid their mutual arousal cloaked as the result of a tough workout. They recognized they were both horny, Carrie quickly figuring out that Sam was checking out her body, surely imagining what it would look like at every stage of the journey with Mike. She was beyond flattered, appreciating Sam's athletic beauty, and knowing that Sam would never do anything to hurt either of them, let alone their relationship. Sam was safe, she was respectful, and she was empowered. Carrie appreciated every ounce of Sam, from her body to her personality to her values and ethics. She never saw Sam waver in any of them, and was always inspired by Sam's boundaries, her self-respect, and her drive to accomplish anything. Simultaneously, Carrie was turned on knowing that Sam was imagining her getting fucked, and that her dirty kink with Mike was such an erotic thrill for Sam; even that validation seemed so like Sam: empowering. Her mind wandered quick possibilities, and quickly concluded on one she knew Mike would absolutely love, if she pulled it off.

"So, did you imagine it?"

Sam looked surprised, almost as if she had been caught looking at Mike's photo all over again, before regaining her confident composure, "Umm... guilty. Guilty as charged. I couldn't help it. You guys are hot. He has a great dick. He apparently cums a lot, back-to-back. And what you guys do with it? That's so kinky, I couldn't help but think about it!"

Carrie smirked, confirming her suspicions, and feeling incredibly sexy at the same time. That her sex life could be so erotic and hot for her friend. It was sexually exciting, and Carrie could feel herself get more turned on and could almost feel herself dripping in her shorts. Her mind raced, "I need Mike fucking me as soon as possible, I need to get off..."

Carrie tested the waters bluntly, "Well... you only saw one photo and heard about it... and you seem interested... so..." She trailed off, the test now up to Sam.

Surprised, Sam immediately stammered "Wait... do you want me to see more? Like do you guys film yourselves doing that? You filthy fucking people!" She laughed, her excitement and arousal beyond evident to Carrie.

"Well... Mike likes to be watched... I told you how we fucked for the first time. What if... and only if you are both comfortable with it... you watched us?" Carrie's face was now red from both her excitement and nervousness.

"Like, you mean watch you... in person. You and Mike fucking, and I get to watch? Like in the room with you?" Her tone of voice was serious enough that Carrie immediately regretted bringing it up; maybe she crossed a line in the friendship that Sam didn't want crossed? Maybe she fucked it up... but she could recover. It's Sam for Christ's sake, she's cool and open minded.