Part two ends a little strange. I opted to keep my original part sizes.
Ethan could barely drive the short distance home to his hotel. The sound of his own heart was deafening and distracting. He concentrated on staying between the lines and thought back to what had just happened.
Can this be real?
A large part of him was screaming at him that this was a setup, a con job of some sort, just a massive cock tease.
"Yeah," he said out loud in the car, "a massive cock tease. There is no fucking way that those girls want me."
Still, they had sucked his cock. Sucked it better than anyone had before. The image of Amber and Brigitte with his cock in their mouths was almost too much for Ethan. He swerved slightly and hurriedly recovered.
Jesus Christ
, he thought.
Jesus Christ
. His hands were shaking, but not from his driving.
He struggled to reach into the pocket of his pants and found his wedding ring. He put it back on and thumbed it and moved it around his finger.
I am about to cheat on my wife
.
"Should I feel bad?" he asked himself. Immediately the answer returned to him: "Fuck, no." Ethan was committed to this. This was the chance of a lifetime to be with two girls at once.
Ass play they had said
, he remembered and groaned and grabbed his cock and squeezed it. Almost all the porn he watched involved ass play.
And watching threesomes with two girls
. It was his true fantasy. His only fantasy.
He manoeuvred into the parking lot and parked the car and jumped out. He fumbled at the side door of the hotel with his key card, managed to finally insert it and heard the door open with a loud click. He pushed inside and strode down to the elevator. The elevator came faster than usual; almost certainly a sign, and he rose up to his floor. He quickly opened his suite door, stepped inside and flipped on the light. He put his back to the door, undid his pants and grabbed his cock and started to furiously stroke it.
* * *
Back at the coffee shop, Brigitte finished closing out the cash register and locked the cash drawer in the safe. She hadn't heard Amber in a while and curious she checked in the back to see what she was up to. She found Amber bent over something with her ass pointing back at her. She stopped in shock.
Amber was rummaging through a gym bag with one hand. The other hand was idly rubbing between her legs on her clit. The yoga pants outlined her pussy lips. Brigitte almost laughed out loud. She knew Amber was going through their toy collection. Brigitte walked up, licked a finger, slid a hand down the back of Amber's pants and replaced Amber's finger on her clit.
Amber had heard Brigitte approaching and didn't start but anticipated that Brigitte would welcome the chance to finger her. They knew each other well.
They had met at the coffee shop, both showing up for the same opening. The manager hired them both. They knew he lusted after them, but he was overweight with thinning hair and had a repulsive smile. Soon after Amber had moved into her mother's basement. They had immediately fallen in love with each other but hid their romance from Brigitte's mother. She was Roman-Catholic and would never understand that two women could love one another.
The basement was a one-bedroom apartment tailored for the university renters. It had a small kitchenette with an apartment fridge and stove. The bathroom was tiny with only a corner shower, a tiny sink, and a toilet. The living room, made up of a love seat and a small two chair dining table, had the only window. The bedroom was filled with a queen bed. There was no closet and they hung their clothes on a rope spread across the bedroom.
They hated it. But they had found each other and were content with that. They were lost in one another and spoke of love and romance and their undying commitment to one another. They had never been happier. They revelled in being lesbians and their love. How Brigitte's mother was oblivious to what they were never failed to amuse them.
One night after a particularly good tumble, Amber had asked Brigitte about men. Her answer surprised her. Brigitte had confirmed that she loved a hard cock just as much as a soft woman. Amber had smothered her with kisses after that. Neither spoke of it until the next week when Amber found Brigitte pissing in the bathroom with the door open as usual. Amber strolled by, stopped, reversed and stood leaning in the doorway watching her lover relieve herself. Their small apartment had removed all things such as modesty.
"Amber!" complained Brigitte. It was one thing to pee with the door open and another to blatantly stand there and stare. She moved to cover herself up, but Amber stopped her with a softly spoken "no". Unsure, Brigitte hesitated and then decided. She moved her hands away, opened her legs and leaned back. Amber could see the hot piss streaming out of Brigitte.
It
'
s fascinating,
she thought.
Not erotic. Just fascinating.
Brigitte, however, was totally turned on. She loved the blatant vulgar display. Her nipples hardened immediately. She felt her stream start to weaken. She sighed dejected. Just as the last drops of piss escaped her body Amber posed the question that would change their relationship forever.
"I would really like to watch you get fucked by some guy," she said, looking afraid. "Would you let me?"
Brigitte opened her eyes and stared into Amber's. Her heart started to pound in her chest. She reached up and squeezed the nipple on her left breast and winced as the pain shot down to her pussy. She could feel her pussy starting to get hot. The thought of her lover watching her with a man turned her on so much that she could hardly contain herself. She felt liberated. Free. Released from a prison she had not known she was in until just now.
With a growl, she leaped off the toilet and threw Amber down to the floor. Amber squealed in shock and fear and was certain that she had crossed a line with Brigitte and had lost her forever. "I'm sorry, love! I take it back!"
Brigitte quickly crawled up her body and before Amber knew it, Brigitte pressed her pussy onto Amber's mouth with a strength she had never seen in her before.
