"So I can do anything I want to you? To both of you?"
The giggling started again. They had been giggling since I can home from work and found them, and the evidence of a full afternoon's drinking, lying on the living room floor. My wife, Alison, and her best friend, Lisa, were only just managing to stay upright, sitting on the floor with their backs against the couch. The two bottles of wine and their glasses, on the other hand, were scattered about the floor. They were drunk but they were serious.
I had to make sure.
"For the rest of the afternoon I can have both of you in any way I can think of. You, Lisa, are willing to give your body to me and you, Alison, are going to watch as I fuck another woman?"
Again the giggling, but more nervously this time.
"Listen," slurred Alison. "You know you've always wanted a threesome. You know you've fantasised about fucking Lisa -- you've told me. Well, it's your birthday. Come and get us. It's now or never."
I wasn't sure if she meant for me or for them but they both got to their feet and presented themselves in their white nurses' uniforms in front of me. Neither of them stood more than five foot four inches (and that was in their heels) but both of them had curves in all the right places. They had obviously come straight from work at the local hospital but their early finish had allowed them to open (and finish) a couple of bottles of wine for Dutch courage.
"Ok, let's see what we've got here then. Take off your uniforms." I'd better start it slowly, I thought, even though my cock was already straining to be released from the confines of my trousers.
They looked at each other, seemed to take courage from each other, and almost simultaneously opened the top button of their uniforms and began to lower the zips that ran down almost the full length of their dresses. As they reached up and pulled the uniforms off their shoulders, pulled their arms out of the sleeves and wriggled their hips to let them fall to the floor, I could already tell that they hadn't started drinking without some preparation. Alison was dressed in her white basque, white lacy knickers and white stockings attached to the straps from her basque. Lisa was a mirror image but all in black.
"Let me see you kiss each other."
They turned to each other, hesitated, then leaned towards each other and gave each other a peck on the cheek.
"Come on. If you're really going to go through with this it's going to get a lot more intimate than kissing. Alison, kiss Lisa as if you were kissing me. Lisa, kiss Alison the way you kissed me at the last Christmas party."
Lisa lowered her head in shame as she was drunk that night too and obviously thought I had forgotten about it. Alison, on the other hand, knew all about it and had always fantasised about kissing another woman (although she would rarely admit to it) and wasn't about to miss this chance. She took a step towards Lisa, lifted her face to her own, and started to kiss her strongly on the lips. Lisa in turn responded and very soon they both had their tongues in the other's mouths, their tits were squashed together, their hands were on each other's arses and their pussies were grinding against each other. Just as I wanted it -- and I didn't even have to ask.
I wasn't going to let this moment pass unrecorded. Here was my wife enjoying the beginning of her first lesbian experience and I wanted a permanent record of it. I quietly slipped out of the room and came back armed with my camera. They were so engrossed in each other that they hadn't even noticed that I'd moved and only stopped kissing when they heard the tell-tale "click" of the camera.
"One for the grandchildren," I suggested as they shamefacedly dropped their hands to their sides and took a step apart. I could see the top of both their chests were flushed with excitement but I wanted to see how far that excitement had gone.
"Turn around, bend over and put your hands on your knees."
They took one more lingering look at each other then did as I asked. Soon I was faced with two gorgeous arses covered only with tightly stretched lace. Already I thought I had died and gone to heaven -- and our afternoon had just begun -- faced with my wife's big arse that had grown steadily since the kids had arrived and her best friend's equally big arse that I had secretly lusted after since that Christmas kiss.
"Let's see who's more wet and who enjoyed kissing her best friend." I reached out from where I sat on the big armchair, gently pulled down Alison's knickers until they were rolled up like a piece of lacy rope at her knees. Her pussy looked bald from behind but I knew there was a small, shaped bush at the front. Then I reached over to Lisa and just as gently rolled down her black lacy knickers too. Here was yet another surprise. Lisa obviously didn't believe in shaving her special places and a thick rug of curly black hair could be seen coming down from her pussy all the way to her arsehole.
I just sat staring at this incredible sight; two beautiful, but very different cunts just crying out for attention and crying out to me. Again I just had to get some pictures. First, I snapped each of them individually, close up so that all I could see were their arses and hints of their pussy lips. Then I pulled back a bit and asked them each, again individually, to look round behind them so that there was no doubt whose arse we were looking at in the photo. Finally I got them to shuffle close together, side by side, and to look round so that the final picture could show both their faces and their arses on display.
I couldn't take much more of this and neither could my cock. I told them to remain in the same position, and then with one finger from each hand, I touched the whole length of each of their pussy slits and sat down.
