A fresh cocktail in hand, I sink into the cushions of the opposite couch. The chick flick they had been watching when I left has been switched to streaming porn -- I didn't even know you could do that on our TV. On the screen, three tan nymphs are frolicking naked in a remote mountain lake.
Megan emerges from the guest bedroom wearing my bathrobe -- it suits her, but anything would. She drapes herself over the back of the couch next to me, making her robe fall open exposing most of her sizable left breast.
"She doesn't stand a chance, you know."
"Straight girls are our specialty."
I sip my drink, trying to find a way to stare discreetly as Megan's motion uncovers even more of her breast. I eye the tiny crescent of rose brown skin at the edge of her nipple. The ruse is pointless, she knows exactly what I'm doing.
"I presume you're up for the hunt," she tells me.
They've probably been working on her all day.
It's challenging to maintain focus, on the TV a tattooed porn goddess pees into a waterfall as the two other beauties explore each others skin.
Megan draws her robe aside, flashing her eyes downward. I don't make it past her large areolas -- round islands awash in a sea of soft skin. Then I notice what she's getting at. It's a menacing black strapon which she strokes proudly as if it's part of her.
"We named him Bart."
"Ninja rules?" Christy asks from the other couch.
"Ninja rules," Megan confirms, not breaking eye contact, nor stopping her stroking, nor covering her tit.
"The blade must taste blood before it can be resheathed," she explains, rising from the couch.
My own sword is ready for some unsheathing itself.
The porn scene is starting a new scenario. Lit blue by the TV, Megan is up, making adjustments to the screen. Her breasts escape from her robe as she bends over. Christy is on the other couch with my wife, Michelle, her hand high on my wife's thigh. Sometimes it even lands accidentally in her lap, where it's allowed to linger. After some girl time at the bar, the three of them have landed, having changed into their jammies, which consist mostly of long night shirts, though in Megan's case, there is a bit more.
Christy is making appreciative comments about Megan's fine ass -- who wouldn't, then she offers Megan a spot on the couch, beside my wife. Megan presses in close on the now crowded sofa as she aims the remote control at the screen. She hasn't bothered to adjust her robe, her luscious breasts are still on display, it would be criminal for her to cover up.
"This is the one we were telling you about," Christy announces as a new video starts up.
"See, look at her nipples," says Megan from her side of the couch. The porn actress does have perfect ones. Megan sticks out her breasts before the other two; "Mine don't do that." Palming her globes she catches both nipples between her fingers, only partly succeeding in coaxing them to hardness.
"Mine neither," Christy adds from the other side of my wife. She pulls her shirt over her head, her full mounds bouncing free.
"You've got to tweak them," Megan interjects, as she reaches over, rolling one of Christy's dormant tips between her fingers.
My wife is pretending to watch the TV, but there's fierce competition for her attention. Under Megan's expert touch each of Christy's nipples forms into delicious little morsels.
Christy returns Megan's attentions, cradling each of her puppies in her palms, and then circling in with her thumbs, working her dark areolas. They form into hard points, with surprisingly long shafts.
Megan and Christy are on a road trip up the coast and needed a place to land for the night. It was perfectly fine by me, those two are always a blast. The ladies have a close and storied past as sorority sisters, and I'm always up for learning more about my wife's wild herstory. It wasn't my school, but from the stories I've heard, whenever they were together, the three of them were a force of nature. Michelle was the studious one, the other two, the wildlings.
"Mine do that too," my wife volunteers. We all look at her expectantly, she doesn't go further.
Sending me a sly smile, Megan doesn't waste the invitation; "Let's see." My wife doesn't even have a chance to protest as the two ladies relieve her of her top. Like Christy, she's now wearing only her panties. "What beautiful breasts. Yours are pretty close ... they just need a little help ... may we?" Megan is caressing one of Michelle's breasts before my wife can reply, while Christy has got my wife's other nipple between her fingers. This melts any protest. Under their touches, Michelle's eyes go soft. It's not long before her breathing deepens. She's stealing glimpses of the scene unfolding on the TV as the two ladies work her over.
Megan is right, my wife's little nubs respond to the pairs practiced touches. Once they've got her nipples up, both ladies turn their attention to the expanses of her ample breasts, caressing lovingly. My wife's eyes close in pleasure as she scoots herself down on the couch to make it easier.
My wife loves sex, no question about that. But with the exception of one or two isolated occasions, she has shown very little interest in sex with women.
"They're almost there," Christy says. Lowering her face down, she draws a nipple into her mouth. "Fuck that's hot baby," Megan says, as she does the same. My wife's legs open against the two on either side of her. They are more than happy to oblige, guiding her ankles up onto their laps. Megan's hand rests casually on the inside of my wife's thighs, tracing circles that make their way over the crotch of my wife's little thong.
Releasing a wet erect nipple, Christy is close-in with my wife's face. For a moment they're frozen in time, gazing into each other's eyes. Megan and I are spellbound. Christy's fingers are brazenly tracing over the thin band of material that covers my wife's pussy, as my wife leans in for a furtive kiss.
