I must have fainted. The next thing I knew, Patty, Julie, and Fred were fussing over me. I was on my back with a damp cloth on my forehead. The women were each patting one of my hands while Fred looked on with a worried expression. I moaned a bit. "He's waking up," Julie said with relief in her voice.
"Darling," Patty said, "are you all right?"
"What happened?" I asked.
"You passed out," she said. "Fred had to pull you off me."
"I don't remember anything," I said.
"What a shame," Fred said. "Patty said you tried to fuck her ass off."
"Did I hurt you?" I asked Patty.
"That was the most wonderful moment of my life," she answered.
"I want you to do that to me some time," Julie said.
"Not now," I gasped. "I don't have any strength left. How long have I been out?"
"About five minutes," Fred said. "You fucked her like a crazy man. I've never seen anything like it."
"You were watching us?"
"We heard screaming," Julie said. "We didn't know what was happening, so we thought we should be sure you guys were all right. I thought the whole neighborhood could hear you."
Patty stretched out beside me and took the cloth off my forehead. "You were magnificent," she said.
"I wish I could remember it," I said.
"We'll show ourselves out," Julie said. She leaned over and kissed me. Fred gave Patty a kiss, and they left.
"Are you sure I didn't hurt you," I said to Patty after I heard the back door close.
"I'm sure," she said sweetly. "I'll probably be a little sore in the morning, but it will be worth it. I thought my pussy muscles were going to tie themselves into knots."
"I hope I didn't have a heart attack."
She chuckled. "Let's take a nap. After we rest, we can go out to eat."
"Let's not have them come with us. They're great friends, but I can't go another round tonight."
"I'm talking about eating food, not each other."
"That's a relief."
Sunday morning, Patty's pussy was sore just as she had predicted. By mid-afternoon she was feeling much better. We went out shopping to buy me a new set of bikini trunks. She had decided that if she was going to strut her stuff in her new suit, what little there was, then I should too. If nothing else, it would keep Julie interested in my body. Her interest in me would, in turn, keep Fred hot for Patty. We found a black set that matched hers, and the male equivalent of a G-string. It was a pouch with an elastic waist band and an elastic string between the legs to the waist band.
When we got home, I changed into my pouch while Patty put on her cups and G-string. We went out to the back yard and stretched out on the chaise lounges with some iced tea on the table between us. Fred and Julie joined us in a couple minutes. They were wearing the same outfits as the day before. She sat on a chair next to me while he sat beside Patty. My hand automatically went to Julie's leg, and his found Patty's. Fred's boner was obvious in his swim trunks. Mine was turning the pouch into a tent. Only the elasticity of the fabric kept my balls covered. The women immediately put our hands back on our own laps. "Give us a break," Julie said.
"Stop being so irresistible," Fred countered. He pointed to my pouch. "Where did you get that?" I told him the store's name. He looked at Julie. "Should I get one?"
"Definitely," she said. "I'm getting one of Patty's sets. Then all four of us can go jogging in the almost nude."
"I get enough exercise at work," I said. "I'm not running before or after eight hours of nail pounding."
"He's right," Patty said. "That doesn't mean we three can't go. Does it, dear?"
"Of course not. I have to get to work early in the summer so I can be finished before it gets too hot to work outside. There's no reason you guys can't have a threesome."
"We're talking about jogging," Julie said, "you pervert."
"So am I and thank you for the compliment."
"I wish I wasn't so sore," Patty said. "Looking at you guys is getting me horny."
