It was our 20th wedding anniversary. To mark the occasion, Shawna's two bridesmaids came for a visit. Both Samantha -- Sam -- and Caroline lived far away from us. Sam lived in England, and Caroline lived in New York, so they had only visited twice before in the twenty years since our wedding.
When Shawna told me about their upcoming visit, my mind went back in time, to the wedding, and to those previous visits. Twenty years ago, they had both been single, in their early twenties. They both got laid on our wedding night. I remember hearing about that from my Mother-in-law. Shameful, it was. But a couple of young men at the wedding certainly had a good time.
Over the twenty years, both had been married, had one child, and divorced. I clearly remember one of the previous visits (they always came together and made an event out of it). Caroline had gotten out of bed and joined us in the kitchen wearing only her nightshirt. Caroline is short, maybe a bit over five feet tall, and neither skinny nor fat. She has a pleasant roundness to her, and the roundness of her boobs was nicely apparent under her nightshirt, her nipples making themselves known to the rest of us. As much as I enjoyed watching her at the breakfast table, I enjoyed watching her go upstairs even more: there was a bit of a stumble, and a flash of her pussy underneath her clothing as I looked up from below.
Fast forward now -- twenty years on, our kids were away working at their summer jobs, Caroline and Samantha had both left their kids with grandparents, so I was sharing the house with three women for four days over the summer.
The years had been kind to us all, I think. Sam was always a good looker -- she's about 5' 8", and has an athlete's body. She is a runner and a cycler -- she has strong legs, smallish boobs, and a pretty face framed by long blonde hair. Caroline as I mentioned is short, and she has rounded out a bit, but it looks good on her. Shawna is as beautiful as ever; she and I work out regularly -- we enjoy running, and spend 30 minutes to an hour in our home gym most days. She is about 5'8", 140 pounds, and I'm 5'6", 130 pounds. In our own opinions at least, we look pretty good naked.
Day one of the visit, the three women were enjoying vodka coolers in the living room, catching up on old times. It was a lot of girly talk, so I decided to go for a run. It was beautiful day: warm, but not too hot; I finished my 5 km in a little over 30 minutes.
When I got back the house, the women were still in the living room, still drinking. There were several empty bottles, so being the good husband that I am, I started to collect them.
"How was your run, hun?" Shawna asked me.
"Great," I replied. "I love running in this weather. I could have gone longer, but I was worried you would miss me."
"Come here," she says, "and give me a kiss."
Knowing I'm sweaty, and perhaps a bit stinky, I didn't embrace her, but instead just bent over to her to give her a kiss. As I did, Shawna's hand landed on my thigh, and started working its way under my shorts. I wear loose fitting shorts when I run, and as Shawna knows well, I seldom wear any underwear in the summertime when I'm wearing shorts. I like to leave things hanging loose; it just feels so much more natural, especially when I'm running. Her hand worked its way up my shorts, and soon she was holding my cock and balls, right in front of our guests, but still under my shorts.
"Showoff," Samantha said. "I was just telling you I haven't even seen a penis in over a year, and now you're rubbing my face in it." She paused. "So to speak. Maybe that was a poor choice of words..."
If Sam hadn't seen a cock in over a year, things were quite a bit different for her these days. While I wouldn't exactly have described her as a slut before, she was always pretty good at getting laid whenever she wanted.
"Shit, it's been almost two years for me," Caroline added. "Quit showing off."
Shawna gave my dick a final rub and squeeze, kissed me, and said "go have your shower." As I turned to leave she gave my butt an affectionate pat. Shawna's rubbing and squeezing, right in front of her friends, had had an effect on me. Although I wasn't fully hard, my dick had grown a bit, and was pushing the front of my shorts out. I made no attempt to hide it. In fact I stood directly in front of Sam and asked her if she was finished the obviously empty bottle on the table beside her. I waited, and as she handed it to me, she stared at my crotch, then looked over at my wife as I walked away. Shawna had a big grin on her face -- I could not figure out where her head was at with this, but I was having as much fun as she seemed to be having. I walked past Caroline, she reached out and gave me a butt pat as well.
In the shower, after soaping myself, I shaved my face and my crotch. Both Shawna and I regularly shave ourselves down there, and I had a couple of days of stubble. As I was shaving my cock, I heard some sounds coming from our bedroom. It sounded like -- well, it sounded like drunken women trying to be quiet: some giggles, some soft thuds as bodies either bounced into each other or into furniture.
I turned off the shower and listened. Quite clearly I heard "Shh.... he'll be coming out soon." That was Shawna. Apparently, she had decided to give her good buddies a show, and I was liking the idea. As I dried off, I let my mind wander to the three women outside. I liked the idea of three women wanting to see me naked, and my cock started getting hard. I wanted to give them something to look at, so I tried to picture Samantha sucking my cock -- something tells me she is probably good at it. As my cock started getting harder, I started rubbing and jerking it until I was fully hard. Ready now, I hung up my towel, opened the door, and stepped into the bedroom.
Sam and Caroline were seated on our bed, facing directly at me. Shawna was off to the side in a chair. The girls' faces broke out into smiles, and they gave me a "whoo-hoo." I pretended to look surprised, but did not try to cover myself up. Instead I looked over at Shawna, who had a big grin on face.
"What's all this about then," I said in my phony English accent for Samantha's benefit.
"Well, the girls were complaining that they haven't had sex in quite some time -- not even seen a naked man -- so I thought I would give them a treat."
I walked over and stood beside Shawna. "Hmmm," I said. "I don't know quite what to say about that." As I said that Shawna put her arm around me -- at my butt -- and pulled me into her. Her other hand grabbed my cock. As I looked down, I could see a drop of pre-cum at the tip. Shawna saw it too, wiped it up with the tip of her finger, and brought it to her tongue.
"Mmmmm..." she said. "Nice."
"Hey, no fair," yelled Caroline. "We want to feel his cock too!"
I looked down at Shawna, raising my eyebrows in a silent question. This was new territory for both of us; while I had no problem letting these women have their way with me, I wasn't going to do it without her permission.
