We Three 9/? {Redman} {MFF Rom}
(c) October 2000

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We Three: Part 9


As the girls got ready to go to work, I lazed in bed. 
Usually I like to just lay back and let erotic 
thoughts and images flow though my mind. Today, for 
the first time, there was nothing I could imagine that 
was more erotic than what I had been experiencing.

After we had finished our sexual feast, we had all 
tried to crowd into the bathroom together. But, since 
it's a small bathroom, they ran me out. At least I was 
able to pee and grab my toothbrush before being 
evicted. But after I had brushed my teeth, I just lay 
back and listened to them getting ready.

Usually Marj was quiet when she's getting ready for 
work. I always assumed that it was out of deference to 
me trying to go back to sleep. Today I learned that it 
was just because she didn't have anyone to talk to 
before.

They laughed together like schoolgirls, like sisters, 
maybe. At first I was disappointed because they 
weren't talking about me. Oh, Marj threw in a few 
comments, like how good it was to see Carol with such 
a fresh-fucked smile. Little things like that. But for 
the most part, they just talked about makeup, clothes 
and work.

After a while I didn't even listen to the words, just 
the music of their voices playing back and forth 
against each other. It's funny, I've never noticed 
that Carol's voice is actually a little lower in pitch 
than Marj's. Just from looking at them, I would have 
thought it would have been the other way around.

Soon enough they finished in the bathroom and someone 
cuts the light on in my eyes. They both came bouncing 
in the room, naked except for the makeup on their 
faces. I rolled over and watch them try to fit 
something out of Marj's closet on Carol.

The first thing they tried to find were some panties, 
but Marj's panties looked silly on Carol. The backside 
drooped down like a lumpy diaper. On a lark I told 
Marj that she ought to let Carol wear the pair of 
skimpy red briefs that she had bought for me last 
year. The damn things were way too tight for me to 
wear, though Marj liked for me to put them on every 
now and then. Personally, I hoped to be rid of them.

I didn't think she'd even go for it, but Marj made it 
a laugh for her to try them on and so she did. Her 
lovely girl cheeks popped out on both sides in the 
back and the front was a little poochie where my 
equipment would be, but to me she looked a lot better 
in them than I ever did. Something about the way she 
kept running her hands over the fabric of my briefs on 
her ass and between her legs told me that Carol really 
liked having them on, too.

She came over in front of me, wiggling her bottom near 
my face and asked me what I thought.

"It will take a bit of time for me to show you what I 
really think, but if you want to go in late, I'll make 
it worth you're while."

"You really don't mind if I wear them, Roger? It won't 
make me any less feminine in your eyes?" Carol asked 
me playfully.

"I'll probably have a hard-on all day just thinking 
about you wearing them." Especially thinking about her 
standing there with her nipples so hard. 

"You'll probably have a hard-on all day anyway, just 
thinking about us!" Marjorie got a real kick out of 
Carol saying that. "Well, I may just have to buy you a 
new pair to replace them then. Do you like leopard 
skin, Roger? 

"I don't know."

"It doesn't matter. I think I'd like it and I bet Marj 
would too." Marj giggled her assent of course, but for 
these two I'd probably be game enough to try anything 
they brought home for me to wear.

"You can buy me anything you want Carol, just bring me 
back those... unwashed. I suspect they'll be pretty 
ripe by the end of the day!"

For that I got a pillow in the face, but I was able to 
cop a feel of her titty that made it all worthwhile. 

The rest of their dressing went much quicker and soon 
they were getting ready to leave. Marj's lips briefly 
touched mine as she said goodbye and headed toward the 
stairs.

Carol approached me more directly, knelt on the bed 
and gave my tonsils a thorough examination with her 
tongue. God, this woman could kiss! We ended up with 
my lower lip being bitten softly between her teeth and 
my dick humping up frantically against her slacks. We 
finally broke the kiss under threat of death from Marj 
who was yelling from the bottom of the stairs, but in 
a very sweet way!

"You're coming back tonight?" I breathlessly asked 
Carol. 

"We'll see. I have a lot to think about today."

I took her hand and put it on my raging cock. She 
gripped it like a winning lottery ticket.

"Think about this all day too. And how much I love 
you. How much we both love you."

"The question is, my dear boy," she groaned as she 
squeezed me, "will I be able to think about anything 
else?"

As soon as they left, the whole house was plunged into 
silence, except for my raspy breathing. My dick felt 
tender from the last 24 hours. Even so, I pumped it up 
and down slowly, thinking about the two of them 
getting ready together in the bathroom... naked. And 
about where those red briefs were right now.

The rest of the day was pretty much a blur. I take all 
my classes on Monday because it's the easiest day of 
the week for me to go to school. I work twelve-hour 
shifts Monday through Thursday, six to six. So, Monday 
is school day.

This semester I'm taking Music Appreciation and Human 
Growth and Development. I chose these two courses 
because they were the easiest classes I could take on 
Mondays. It's not like I'm really working towards a 
degree, although I'll probably get one in General 
Studies one day. Mostly I go because Marjorie wants me 
to go.

Music Appreciation is really a blowoff. Other than 
keeping a log of the music I listen to and going to 
the symphony a few times this semester, it's a 
walkthrough. But I have ended up learning to enjoy 
Vivaldi, Bach and Hayden more than I thought I would. 
That's as far as we've gotten so far, to Hayden. 

If it wasn't that the prof was so gay, more people 
might like the course. I'll give him this; at least 
he's enthusiastic about what he does. His life is a 
mission to teach undergraduates the joys of classical 
music. I've been surprised that I actually learned 
something.

Human Growth and Development on the other hand is just 
a pain. The prof is this little guy who read from his 
own single spaced, type written notes the whole class. 
He's about 5'2" and has the hair of a man twice his 
size. He's up there lecturing about growth and 
development and sometimes I want to ask him when he's 
gonna grow a few more inches.

Besides that, I'm going to have to do a paper. 
Hopefully I can get Marj to write most of it for me, 
if I'm real sweet to her, anyway.

By the end of that class I was dragging. I was able to 
eat and settle down for about a forty-five minute nap 
before the girls got home. My head had hardly hit the 
pillow before I was snoozing.

I woke up to a naked Marjorie rubbing her wet snatch 
along my dick. That wasn't an easy thing for her to do 
either because when I first woke up I was limp. But, 
with Marj's hi-beam headlights in my eyes and feeling 
her sweet hips working me over, that condition was 
rectified fairly quick.

As soon as I was hard, I rolled Marj over into the 
middle of the bed with me on top of her. She looked a 
little cross when she hit the stiff remains of our wet 
spot from this morning. The moment she did, I realized 
I was suppose to change the sheets. I wasn't really 
being lazy. It was just that I was kinda proud of it 
and liked looking at it like it was a badge of honor.

We scooted to the side and while we were adjusting, I 
asked if Carol had come home with her. I got the short 
reply from Marj that told me that she was horny and 
just wanted to get down to business. From her brief 
answer, it seems Carol had gone home to get some 
things. It was unclear to me whether she was coming 
back before I had to leave for six, but at the moment 
it didn't sound like I ought to ask for clarification.

"Would you just fuck me already! I've been thinking 
about your cock and smelling your horny little 
girlfriend all day at work. The two of you are driving 
me nuts. If you don't hurry up and fuck me I'll have 
to find someone else who will."

Marj often rushed home for a quickie before I had to 
leave, but rarely had she ever come home as randy as 
she was right now. Of course, all through class I had 
floated in a daydream thinking about fucking two 
beautiful women and just now she had waken me from 
some dream with undoubtedly a similar theme. So she 
didn't have to talk too hard to persuade me.

When I first slid into Marjorie, it was not as much 
screwing as swimming. She was that wet. She sucked air 
in between her teeth as I went deeper and when I 
struck bottom, she growled like a crazy woman and 
thrust back against me for just a bit. After a couple 
of moves though, she settled her hips into the bed and 
just let me pump into her. Marjorie doesn't so much 
fuck me with her hips as she fucks me with her nasty 
mouth.

"God, I can't believe she sucked you right there in 
the kitchen. And when you fucked her on the floor the 
first time, I thought my back would break from 
sympathy pains. You were fucking her that hard. Do you 
remember that? Do you remember fucking her that hard?"

Even if Marjorie hadn't been screaming it in my ear, 
my pelvis remembered what it was like to fuck Carol on 
the floor that first time. It was giving Marj a repeat 
performance even as she spoke.

"And when she rubbed her face in all our cum this 
morning, it almost made me cream just to look at her. 
Then she sucked your cock after I had just fucked you. 
I could see it in your eyes, what you were thinking. 
You were thinking how nice it was to have a pretty 
woman suck your wife's cum off your cock weren't you? 
Weren't you?"

If she hadn't have just woke me up from a nap, I would 
have been cumming already. Marjorie knows how much I 
like her to talk dirty to me and I could tell the 
words were getting to her as much as me. I reached 
underneath her and began to stimulate her anus with 
small, circular motions in rhythm to our fucking. She 
pressed downward with her hips, increasing the 
pressure from my fingers and bringing my pubis in 
better alignment with her throbbing clit.

"You liked to see her suck my cum off of your dick, 
didn't you. I bet you'd like to see her suck my cum 
right out of my cunt, wouldn't you. Oh, I can see it 
in your nasty eyes; you want to see Carol's pretty 
blonde hair between my legs fucking me with her 
tongue, don't you? Don't you? Would you like her to 
fuck me with that tongue? Would you like her to fuck 
us both?"

I climaxed hard into Marj's seizing cunt. Seeing me 
cumming, Marj shut up and threw her arms around me. 
She began fucking my spurting cock roughly and before 
I was finished, her own climax exploded in her. She 
ended up milking the last bit of semen from my balls 
and it felt fantastic to finish off inside her.

I held my weight off of her as much as I was able. She 
was feeling the fine, golden afterglow of her cum. For 
a while she didn't even open her eyes. I kept nudging 
her with my softening prick, not really so much 
fucking her as I was reveling in the hot wetness of 
her. I felt fat and lazy looking down at the woman I 
loved.

Finally she opened her eyes, looking at me with love. 
She was feeling pretty good too. Then, as if 
remembering what she had said in the throes of 
passion, she blushed and looked away. I think Marjorie 
had surprised even herself.

"What was all that about? You didn't seem all that 
interested in Carol when she was here. At least not 
interested in being with her yourself."

"I was just into the moment. Don't get your hopes up, 
loverboy. It probably won't ever happen."

"But if it did, you know that would be OK with me, 
don't you?"

"No shit. Carol and I were both laughing this morning 
about how eager you had been all day to see us 
together. What is it about men that you want to see 
two women make love?"

"I don't know. I just think it would be beautiful to 
watch."

I had almost slipped out of Marj until we started 
talking about this. I wasn't getting hard again just 
yet, but I certainly wasn't loosing any firmness 
either.

"Well, like I said, don't go holding your breath. 
Carol and I are good friends. Neither one of us are 
turning into lesbians or anything."

"But it's not beyond the realm of possibility... that 
maybe every now and then..."

"Jeez Roger, who knows. If you had asked me a week ago 
if she would have been spending the night, I would 
have said you were crazy. Just don't pressure us! If 
anything happens, it will happen. Just don't go trying 
to MAKE it happen."

"I wouldn't do that baby." When she laughed at me for 
my obvious lying, I figured I'd better revise my 
statement. "OK, I won't do it now that you've asked me 
not to. Other than to say it'd be the sexiest thing in 
the world to watch."

"Get off of me, you big pervert! It's time for you to 
go to work."

"Give me just a little kiss first, Marj."

"I thought that's why we got Carol, so she could kiss 
you all the time like you like. Why would you want to 
kiss your wife when you have such a pretty thing that 
likes kissing as much as you do?"

Even though Marj seemed to be teasing me when she said 
it, something told me that there was just enough of a 
question in her own mind that she needed some 
reassurance.

"She's nice to kiss all right, but you'll always be my 
wife. And a husband likes to kiss his wife, doesn't 
he? Come on Marj, do your wifely duty and give us a 
kiss."

So for the first time in a long time, Marjorie kissed 
me for as long as I wanted.