We Three 3/? {Redman} {MF rom MFF exhib}
(c) October 2000

Author's note: I'm writing this story in a frenzy. 
Please overlook, or better yet help me correct, any 
mistakes you may find. Comments and corrections are 
welcomed at redman@seductive.com. This story is 
intended for mature readers and contains scenes about 
mature sexual situations. If it is illegal for you to 
read this material because of your age or the laws 
where you reside, please do not do so. 


We Three: Part 3


"Carol is coming over for steaks and salads later 
today, would you mind cleaning the grill this morning?" 
my wife asked me sweetly.

I looked up into her eyes. "Of course, but can we talk 
about it later." I was trying to concentrate on my 
wife's fluid hips rising and falling, sliding my cock 
in and out of her in that slow, easy way she liked to 
start our weekend days.

"But, I thought you liked me to talk about Carol while 
we screw. You sure seemed to like it yesterday," she 
said with a malicious grin.

"You're a nasty woman, have I ever told you that?"

"Hmm, just yesterday. Hold still a minute."

Marjorie raised to a straight sitting position with my 
penis buried deep within her. She reached to her side 
and got her small, white vibrator again. She switched 
it on and held the tip against her clitoris, just at 
the junction of where we met.

When Marj used her toy, she wanted me to hold very 
still. Well, not my hands. She wanted me to stop 
thrusting in her. She liked me to soothingly rub her 
breasts or to trace calming circles around her belly. 
Very soon she laid her free hand on my chest and leaned 
against me slightly. She held her breath and tightened 
the muscles of her stomach. I could feel the subtle 
fluttering of contractions within her vagina as her 
orgasm rippled through her.

Marjorie's daybreak orgasms are tender things. She 
liked to be on top in the mornings so she could pace 
herself and enjoy several before I needed release. On 
workdays I would come home from my night job and wake 
her by crawling into bed naked and coaxing her on top 
of me. 

But she especially liked weekend mornings when we slept 
together, and not just for the comfort of lying next to 
each other either. I always tended to last longer when 
I just woke up, something Marjorie would take advantage 
of when she came home from work too!

She switched off the vibrator but continued to hold 
herself very still. I could tell she was still reveling 
in her little ecstasies even though I could no longer 
feel the contractions around my dick. She was so 
beautiful just like this: face set in concentration, 
eyes closed and every muscle in her body taunt with 
tension. It was moments like these I swear I loved her 
most.

Her body relaxed suddenly and completely. Her eyes 
opened, glistening playfully. 

"That was a nice one. Now it's your turn."

"I can wait one more if you want," I was still feeling 
the effects from yesterday's excitement, so I had a bit 
more patience this morning. Even so, her lovely cunt 
was starting to milk me very nicely.

"No, three's enough for now," Marjorie groaned as she 
began picking up the pace with her hips. "I don't want 
to be greedy."

Neither one of us needed to speak much after that. I 
gripped her with both hands on her large, fleshy 
breasts and began to thrust up into her, increasingly 
lengthening the stroke. As we built up speed and 
intensity, we looked into each other' eyes and threw 
ourselves together with abandon. Within a minute of 
this viscous pounding, I was ready to explode. As I 
strained into her, Marjorie ran her hands along my 
sides until they came to rest on my chest. There she 
gave my nipples one light twist as I began to cum, 
triggering my spasm that started deep in her belly.

* * * * *

After we had taken our shower together, I was puttering 
on the patio while Marj made a light breakfast. I took 
the rack off the grill. I would have to hose it down 
later. I'd have to dump the charcoal out too, but I 
didn't want to get messy with either of those jobs 
until after breakfast. 

While we were eating, I told Marj I had to go pick up 
some briquettes and asked her if there was anything 
else we needed for the evening.

"Why don't you pick up some red wine and some more 
mushrooms if you want them."

"Oh yea! Mushrooms on everything! That's my motto! Is 
it just Carol today or is Jim coming too?"

"Just her, why?"

"I needed to know if I should pick up two bottles of 
wine or five."

"Just two, regardless. We're not going to encourage his 
bad habits anymore," she said frowning at me. The 
maddest my wife had ever been at me was one night when 
she felt I encouraged Jim to drink too much. To my 
defense, even though Jim is an unpleasant drunk, I 
don't find him too much better when he's sober. That 
was the night we found an empty whiskey bottle in our 
bathroom where Jim had been sneaking drinks all night. 
After that we started hiding the hard liquor when he 
came over.

"Well, you encourage my bad habits, so don't fuss at me 
too much."

"That's only because I enjoy your bad habits myself."

* * * * *

I picked up two bottles of the girls' favorite wine for 
them and a bottle of creme de mente for me along with 
the charcoal. After I got home I fixed myself a tall 
glass of iced tea with a generous splash of creme de 
mente, a little concoction I like to call "green tea." 
On the weekend, I can maintain a pleasant buzz all day 
with green tea and not get wasted.

I cleaned the grill and straightened up the patio for 
company. I was a mess after hosing off the grill so I 
went upstairs to wash up. 

Marj was propped up on our bed, talking on the phone. 
That in itself wouldn't have caught my attention accept 
that she was also naked and twirling her fingers 
absentmindedly through her pubic hair. When she saw me, 
she covered the receiver and blew me a kiss. I cocked 
my head and looked at her beautiful pussy that was 
winking at me delightfully. Then she spoiled the view 
by covering herself with her free hand.

I approached her menacingly, holding up my dirty, 
charcoal covered hands before me. "Need some help 
there, little girl?" I said in my best dirty lecher 
imitation. Then I had to retreat to the bathroom, 
dodging pillows amidst the sounds of girlish laughter.

After I cleaned up, I leaned against the door trying to 
eavesdrop on my wife's conversation like any normal 
husband would. She was talking in hushed, confidential 
tones and all I could hear was something about "in the 
shower" and "again afterward." I figured by then she 
must have been talking to Carol, though it still 
surprised me that she would talk to even her best 
friend so freely about our sex life.

Marj must have realized I was listening in because she 
busted me and ran me downstairs. I freshened my green 
tea and crashed in front of the stereo. Plugging in the 
headphones so that the music wouldn't bother Marj, I 
put on a cassette tape of Keith Jarrett playing solo 
piano. My wife didn't like most of my jazz music. She 
said it, "didn't have a tune." So I only played it when 
she wasn't around or with the headphones.

I'm not sure how long I was under the spell of the 
piano, but somewhere in the trance I realized that 
there was a quiet, naked girl sitting on the floor 
beside me. She looked a little sad and wistful, so I 
pulled off the headphones and put a hand on her knee, 
comfortingly.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing really. I was just thinking how lucky were are 
to be together."

"That makes you sad?"

"No, silly," she said as she leaned over and put her 
head on my chest, hugging me tight. "That doesn't make 
me sad. I'm just sad that everyone can't have what we 
do."

"What did Jim do now?" I took a guess. Marj usually got 
this way after commiserating with Carol over the 
failures of her husband.

Marj gave me her "quit being a smartass and jumping 
ahead in the conversation" look and said, "Just the 
usual really. He was passed out when she got home and 
now he's supposedly off doing research for his 
dissertation."

"Has he even decided what he's doing it on yet?"

"Apparently not. Or if he has, he hasn't shared it with 
her."

"With the way that Jim likes to do research, it's 
probably something about the effects of alcohol on 
mentally unstable people."

"Oh well, I'm going to get dressed. Carol asked if she 
could come on over since he's gone anyway. Is that OK 
with you?"

"She's probably already left, hasn't she?"

"Yea, probably."

"Then it's alright with me."

So I got a smack on my legs for being a smartass, 
again.

While Marj got dressed I got the steaks ready, 
seasoning them a little more thoroughly like I liked. I 
decided to lay off the green tea for a while just to 
ameliorate the level of buzziness. I opened a bottle of 
the wine and used some of it to whip up a nice sauce 
for the mushrooms and set them on the stove to simmer. 
Just as I was finishing up. Marj was coming down.

She looked fetching in a yellow sundress that went well 
with her generous breasts and bottom. I couldn't help 
hugging her tight and, while I was at it, running my 
hand up the skirt to make sure she was wearing panties. 
She was this time, though sometimes if it's just us 
three around the house she'll do without. She made a 
friendly show of swatting my hand away, but not until I 
had gotten a good feel.

"You're certainly feisty tonight."

"That's `cause you only let me love on you once today."

"The night's still young rover, or do I have to put you 
on a leash?"

"No ma'am, I'll be a good boy when company gets here."

"Well, you don't have to be too good. Flashing you 
yesterday was the most fun she's had in a while."

"You talked to her about that? Geez, I can't believe 
some of the things ya'll talk about."

"It's not like it's a big secret. She's been sexually 
frustrated for months now since the semester started 
and Jim's went AWOL emotionally again. She's been 
downright crabby at work."

"If it was me, I'd just get a vibrator and not tell 
anyone."

"Oh, she's got one and uses it regularly. But after a 
while a vibrator just make a girl even more horny and 
more frustrated."

"Listen, as much as I love to talk about Carol's sex 
life, we need to either get off the subject or you need 
to fuck me right here and right now."

"OK, how about you go change into that stripped shirt 
and those brown shorts I like so much"

"How about a quick blowjob instead?"

"How about I get a fork and stick it."

While I was changing I heard Carol's voice announcing 
her presence. Even though the brown shorts were not my 
favorite, I decided to humor a wife that had just 
threatened me with bodily harm. They were a little 
tight, but at least by the time I got them on I had 
lost the hard-on I had been developing in the kitchen. 

Or maybe I should say I partially lost it, because as 
soon as I went downstairs and Carol greeted me with a 
peck on the cheek, I began to stiffen up again. Maybe 
it was because we had just been talking about her 
sexual frustrations, or maybe it was her perfume. In 
any case by the time I pulled away from her, my wife's 
eyebrows were raised and her eyes were laughing at my 
predicament again.

Probably out of sensitivity to Carol, she didn't 
mention anything so I busied myself with another refill 
of green tea. I was going to need the fortification 
with these two tonight.

Carol was dressed in a light blue cotton dress. I tried 
to remember when I had last seen them both in dresses. 
Usually around the house it was shorts or pants. 
Looking at the two of them together, both good-looking 
women but both so different from one another, was an 
inspiring sight that didn't help my high strung libido 
at the moment.

I asked when I should put on the steaks and we all 
decided that we would wait for a couple of hours to 
eat. In the mean time I poured them each a glass of 
wine and they drifted upstairs, chatting merrily about 
something.  I checked on the mushrooms, pouring a bit 
more wine in the sauce. Since the girls didn't seem to 
need my company at the moment, and I didn't need to 
start the fire for about an hour, I drifted back to the 
stereo and listened to the other side of my tape.

As I lay on the floor, the last glass of green tea was 
beginning to work into my system. I could feel the 
gentle buzz returning, fading in and out with the 
falling notes of the piano. I could have easily lain 
back and taken a nap, except that just as I was about 
to close my eyes, the girls came walking through my 
peripheral vision and I was instantly alert.

They were talking to each other animatedly. I couldn't 
hear them over the music or the earphones, but I could 
hear their muffled conversation and see their lips as 
they walked toward me. I pretended to still be under 
the influence of the music, keeping my eyes open only a 
crack as they drew closer.

They came right up to the stereo and my wife was 
showing Carol a record album. At least I think that's 
what they were doing. I was looking up both of their 
dresses. Or rather, I was looking up Carol's dress. It 
wasn't that difficult since she was only standing about 
three feet away. I couldn't see all the way up her 
dress, no panties so far, but I could clearly see her 
fine, well-formed legs.

That would have been just fine. But my luck improved 
even more when Marj went to look at something near the 
stereo and Carol had to take another step back toward 
me.

There it was, a wonderful, luscious butt covered in 
powder blue satin, or silk, or whatever that shiny 
material is for women's underwear. I didn't know at 
that particular moment and I didn't much care. All I 
could think about in the whole world at that particular 
moment was two firm globes encased in blue with just 
the hint of white cheek peeking out. 

I lay there mesmerized, hypnotically fascinated as she 
shifted from one foot to another and back again. I 
would have stayed there all night if Carol hadn't 
turned around and waved the record in front of my face, 
thinking she was getting my attention for the first 
time.

I pulled off the headphones and tried my best to look 
at the record. It was only two feet from my face, but I 
couldn't focus on it enough to even see what it was.

"Can we play this on the stereo, Roger? Marj wants me 
to hear a song."

"Sure that will be fine."

I put the headphones back on and lay back pretending to 
still be listening. Why? Marj had already switched on 
the speakers and the song began to play. The headphones 
were useless. But I couldn't think of any better reason 
for me to still be lying on the floor, looking up what 
was now the front of Carol's dress.

That gorgeous, prominent pussy looked just as good in 
powder blue as it had in white the day before. If 
anything, it looked even better. My mouth began to 
water and I could just imagine running my tongue along 
the groove, sucking the lips lightly and taking long, 
tender licks of her clit. 

Carol's legs spread slightly and I saw a dark, wet 
stain developing between those soft, barely-covered 
lips. It began to spread and as it did, time seem to 
slow to nothing.

In a fit of free association I could only imagine what 
an intriguing diagnostic tool this would make. A 
psychiatrist could have a beautiful girl stand over a 
patient and use the wet spots on her panties as a 
Rorschach test.

"What do you see now, Mr. McBride? A man fucking his 
mother? You are a very disturbed individual Mr. 
McBride. And now? A man fucking his wife's best friend? 
You seem to be stuck in a sort of rut, aren't you, Mr. 
McBride."

At some point even someone as stupid as me had to 
realize that the vision before me was premeditated. It 
isn't every day a woman has practically straddled my 
head while listening to a record. By the time that the 
song ended, my own wife swept away any fantasies I 
might still have harbored about innocent exhibitionism.

Marjorie squatted down on the other side of me, 
thankfully not obstructing my line of sight. At least I 
did the gentlemanly thing and looked at my own wife's 
saturated underwear as well, since I could smell her so 
strongly crouching near my head. She gently removed my 
earphones while looking up to her friend. Their eyes 
were shiny with lust and mischief.

"See Carol, you've practically turned him to jelly. Now 
we can do anything you want with him."