Colette and I arrived home late Wednesday afternoon from the airport. Colette was pretty tired, she had risen early for the conference each morning we were away, then again to catch the plane home. In addition, we’d stayed up late each of the three nights in Monterey spending time exploring each other’s bodies. It was a fantastic trip, but both of us were feeling a bit worn.

We’d had a long talk the day before, as I knew we would, concerning my little threesome with Jen and Tammy. She understood I didn’t do anything wrong really, she’d expressly told me even after getting involved that it was ok for me to date other girls, that I wasn’t really bound to her in any formal way. She had just become so attached to me that she was a bit jealous. Understandable considering how close we were. In the end, I told her I wouldn’t do anything like that again if it upset her. She told me to hold that thought for a while and give her a chance to talk with Jen about it. Colette being the mediator of the family, I agreed to let them deal with it and get back to me on what was ok and what wasn’t moving forward. I really was madly in love with Colette. As much as I was also head over heels for Jen, I’d probably give up my romantic relationship with her in order to keep Colette happy.

Of course, as we arrived home and walked in the door, Jen didn’t know any of this had gone on, she was just happy to see us.

“Hey, you two!” Jen called as we walked in. She rushed up and jumped on me, arms around my neck and legs around my waist, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips and holding on tightly.

“Hey, where’s my greeting?” Colette asked, laughing at Jen’s enthusiasm. Jen got that evil grin on her face and hopped back down to the floor. She took two quick steps and launched herself at Colette, intent on giving her the exact same treatment she’d given me.

Colette, of course, wasn’t terribly interested in making out with her sister. She turned her face away, as she stumbled backward under Jen’s weight, laughing as Jen’s mouth missed her lips and ended up slobbering all over Colette’s left cheek.

“Ok, ok, I give! Uncle!” Colette called out, trying to push Jen off of her.

“I’m just happy to see you,” Jen said in her coy voice, stepping down to the floor, “You won’t even give your little baby sister a little kiss?”

Colette, finally having managed to extract herself from Jen’s death grip, reached her head over and kissed Jen on the forehead. “There you go, sweetie, it’s good to see you, too.”

We shared a good laugh, then I grabbed our bags and ran them upstairs to the bedrooms.

Jen had been expecting us and so had prepared a nice dinner for our arrival. The house smelled great and dinner tasted even better, grilled herbed chicken with salad and brown rice, even a plate of brownies and ice cream for dessert. We spent close to 2 hours, first eating dinner, then sitting around the table together talking about our trip, the conference, the aquarium, the great restaurants. The only thing left out, of course, was that we’d fallen crazy in love with each other and spent the last two evenings obsessing over each other. Jen probably wouldn’t have minded talking about that part, in fact she’d probably have asked all the juicy details and relished in the story, but I knew Colette was not the type to regale our sister with stories of our sexual awakening during the trip, so I kept my lips sealed. I was pretty sure she’d find out soon enough.

It seemed so exciting to me. I had now opened up completely to Colette, even more so that I had with Jen. It was like living with the two closest friends imaginable, with benefits! As Colette and Jen sat on either side of the table continuing to talk about the conference, I started to wonder which one would it be tonight? Would I spend the night in Jen’s bed? Would I spend it with Colette again? Maybe they’d both be tired of me and I’d spend an evening alone. I’d certainly get more sleep that way, and I did have to go to work in the morning.

I knew Colette was tired, and she proved it by begging off to bed early in the evening. I hung around the kitchen and helped Jen with the dinner dishes. Well, that answers one question, I thought. I definitely wouldn’t be sleeping with Colette tonight, she’d be asleep before I made it anywhere near a bed.

In fact, with all the conversation and a delightfully full belly, I felt like I suddenly had more energy than I did earlier. Of course, I never had to get up in the morning like Colette did while we were gone.

Closing the dishwasher and turning it on, I noticed Jen bending over the kitchen table, wiping it down with a washcloth. Her tight, blue tank-top had run up and I could see the small of her back, nicely tanned as usual. I admired her ass as I watched it sway in her khaki shorts. What Jen lacked in breast size, she more than made up for with the rest of her toned swimmer’s physique. I felt desire rising up in me as gazed at her shapely back side. It had been 3 days since I’d seen her, and even though I was certainly not lacking for sexual fulfillment while I was away, I never had any lack of drive at the testosterone crazed age of 18.

I quietly walked over to Jennifer as she faced away from me. I bent over and placed a wet kiss in the small of her back as my hands slid over her trim, bare waist. Jen stopped wiping the table and slowly stood up, still facing away from me. I ran my hands under her arms around her tummy as her own hands reached up and back to pull my head down to her neck. I stroked her flat, toned midsection as my tongue explored the skin below her right ear, Jen’s hands stroking through my hair, a whispered moan escaping her mouth. The fingers of one hand found their way up Jen’s tank-top, softly gripping one of her small breasts, her firm nipple pressing into my palm. I slid my other hand under the waistband of her shorts, gliding over her bare, shaved flesh, then pressing my palm firmly over her swelling mound. Her engorged lips were warm under my touch. My manhood was rising vigorously under my own shorts, straining up against her incredible ass through our clothes as she pressed back against me.

I turned Jen around and she pulled my head in close, kissing me in deep, hot breaths as I unbuttoned, then unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the ground at her bare feet. Jen’s hands ran through my hair as I let my own shorts drop to the ground, her lips pressing into mine with passion. I pulled her in tightly against me, my hardened cock pressing firmly just above the waistband of her lacy blue panties.

Jen, overcome with a sudden desire, quickly pulled my briefs down followed by her own, ripped my shirt off, then dragged me over to the couch and pushed me back into a sitting position. Her face held a look of wanton abandon as she straddled my hips and guided my stiff member with her hand to the hot, slick entrance of her need. She wasted no time plunging herself down on top of me, as if she’d been ready for this all evening and finally got me where she wanted me. She laughed loudly with joy as she buried her hips deep into my own, finally getting what she’d been craving. I ripped at her shirt and pulled it off her head, then buried my face in her chest, licking and sucking ravenously at her large, stiff nipples. My hands grasping her perfectly shaped ass, feeling her muscles flexing as she plunged herself onto me.

Jen didn’t pull back up, instead grinding her hips back and forth around my straining cock, pushing me in as far as she could. She pulled my head away from her chest and kissed me with abandon while flexing the muscles in her tight pussy, massaging the base of my cock as it became further and further buried in her most sacred place. I loved every second of it, which was good, because seconds was all we had left. Jennifer’s primal drive had infected me as well, and with another couple of driving pushes of our hips together, she came in a colossal orgasm, yelling out “Yes! God Yes!” as her vaginal muscles quivered around my bursting cock.

Just seconds into her orgasm, I lost it as well, and with a heavy grunt, emptied myself deep inside her, pulling her hips down as hard as I could, trying to insert my very being into the nirvana of her body. The entire experience lasted only a moment. Jen slumped down and laid her head on my shoulder, momentarily spent from the intensity of our lovemaking. In the back of my head I heard footsteps on the stairs, but it didn’t really register as I, too was recovering from the incredible release.

“Jen, do you think you could keep it down….” Colette’s voice paused abruptly as she noticed us naked on the couch, Jen’s body draped over me, my dwindling member still inside her, “Oops.” Colette finished. She stood frozen, staring at us from behind the couch. While she probably couldn’t see everything, it was pretty obvious what had just happened.

Jen looked up at Collete, her face flushed, her cheeks fiery red, a child-like grin on her face. “Sorry, sis, didn’t mean to be so loud. I guess I got a bit carried away! Did we wake you?”

“Uhm… yeah.” Colette mumbled. I wasn’t sure what to do. While, technically, Colette and Jen had both agreed that sex with either of them was fine, this was pretty much the first time it had become so… public. My first inclination was to pull Jen off of me and try to cover up, but I realized that would simply expose both of us completely, with bodily juices shining all over our crotches. I considered that might not be my best move, and so stayed put, my arms still around Jen’s back, holding her, my softening member still buried inside her.

Jen was still smiling, she clearly thought this was hilarious. “I would have asked you to join us, but I figured you were too tired!” Jen said to Colette with no small amount of amusement. “I’m sure we could find some more energy to help you out, though, if you really want us to…”

“Uhm… that’s not really what I came down here for.” Colette said. I couldn’t see her face, so I had no idea what was going on with her. At first I thought Colette’s voice sounded cautious, and I was concerned that after our stay in Monterey, she was jealous that I’d immediately run into Jen’s arms. Jen started to giggle. Nervous laughter? I felt hot breath in my ear and a hand run down my chest from behind me. Colette’s voice whispered in my ear.

“Just make sure you clean up good, I want you to taste clean when you come to my bed… after you’re done.” Colette sucked my earlobe into her mouth and gave it a quick nibble. My falling member started gaining steam again as they both laughed.

“Mark, what’s the matter?” Jen asked, sitting back up on me, exposing herself pretty much completely to both Colette and me. I could see the root of my recovering manhood barely visible at the apex of her crotch. Colette was leaning over the back of the couch, her head next to mine, she had the exact same view. I had no idea how to respond, this was completely new territory for me.

“Ooooh…” Jen exclaimed, feeling my cock growing inside of her, “keep nibbling his ear, Colette… this is getting good!” Jen had no shame at all, of course.

“I think I’ll leave that to you, Jen.” Colette said, giving me a last kiss on the cheek. “Good night, you two, keep it down, will you?” She paused for an instant, “The noise, I mean.”

Jen bust up laughing, starting to grind her hips on my again. I got caught up as well and managed a chuckle. Just when I thought I had Colette figured out, she surprised me. I expected no less from Jenny, but Colette was usually a bit more… I don’t know, reserved? I was shocked that she caught us, then more or less encouraged us to keep going. Not to mention her innuendo that she was going to be tasting me later. I thought she’d be upset, or jealous, or… something. Instead she seemed to nearly join in. Go figure.

Jenny had me back to full mast, gripping me by the shoulders, grinding her hips back and forth, smiling at me like an idiot. She was having way too much fun considering the shock I just had.

“What’s the matter, Mark? Cat got your cock?” Jen laughed, leaning in to kiss me. “What, did you think she was going to get upset or something?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I thought,” I replied, returning my hands to her hips and pulling myself further inside her. She was so wet now, fluids were oozing out of her, and not just her own. Her vagina was much looser after the first round, but still felt wonderful surrounding my newly hardened cock. I grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her back on the couch, taking control and thrusting myself in and out of her. Jen raised her legs up around me until they were resting on my shoulders. I’d never been in this position before and realized that I could push myself even deeper into her with her legs like this. My lust was beginning to take over as I began pumping harder and faster.

Jen moaned, “Mmmm… I like… that. Harder… deeper…”

I thrust even harder, not fast enough to slap our bodies together, but intent on going as deep as possible. I was so deep I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock each time I thrust in. It was a new, wonderful sensation, it drove me wild with desire. I loved looking at Jen, she was so beautiful underneath me, rosy cheeks, still damp on her forehead from her exertion a few minutes before, her nipples sticking straight up and hard. I ran a thumb over her nipple and she moaned again, I loved the feeling of her small breast in my hand, her firm nipple under my thumb. Her mouth opened, breathing heavy, her tongue licking, then biting her lip, moaning as I continued working my way as deep into her as I could go. Moaning louder, I could tell Jen was close to another orgasm, I had a little ways to go yet. I pinched her nipple and she gasped, then stifled another yell as the climax took her. Her closed eyes squinted tightly, her mouth open. I leaned into her, raising her legs right up next to her head and kissed her luscious open mouth, feeling her hot breath blowing back at me. I kept going for a moment or two at a slower, steady pace, keeping myself in check while she recovered from her latest orgasm. I waited for her eyes to open.

“God that was good!” Jen exclaimed, trying to keep quiet so she wouldn’t disturb Colette again. I let up on her a little bit and then turned her over, she understood what I wanted and scooted her knees apart, raising her incredible ass to just the right height for me to penetrate her hot, wet pussy once more. I grabbed her by the hips and penetrated her again, my lust increasing as I looked down on her perfect ass and shapely hips. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, really, I’d never been this aggressive during sex before, I just wanted her.

I thrust into her as deeply as I could, over and over again. Jen moaned over and over, now almost more of a whimper than a moan. I reached around and cupped a breast again, reveling in the feeling of her nipple poking back at my palm. I could hardly stand it any longer, and with a mighty thrust I held myself deep inside her as I exploded in ecstasy one more time, filling her up with whatever sperm I had left.

We collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion, holding each other closely. Jen smiled and kissed my lips several times, stroking her hand over my face.

“I love you, Mark. That was fantastic!” She said to me, her brown eyes locking me in their gaze, “I don’t know what came over you, but I like it!”

“I don’t either,” I replied, tracing a finger over her breast, “but it sure was exciting!”

We laid there for several minutes before Jen decided she needed to go clean up. As we got up from the couch, I noticed it was… shall we say… not as clean as it once had been.

“Colette’s going to kill us,” I said, pointing out the stains on the couch, “I’d better see if I can clean that up.”

Jen went up the stairs to clean herself up. I simply wiped myself off with a paper towel, quickly dressed, then attacked the couch cushion with a towel and a bottle of soda water, hoping beyond hope that I could make it good as new again. We wouldn’t know until it dried.

Satisfied I had done as good a job as I could hope to, I threw the towel into the laundry room and made my way upstairs. On the way up, it occurred to me that Colette intended for me to come to her bed that night. After my experience with Jen, though, I was pretty much spent. I figured I’d take a shower and hope that she was asleep by the time I went to bed.

20 minutes later, I toweled off, threw on a fresh pair of boxers, brushed my teeth, tossed my clothes into the hamper, then walked down the hall to Colette’s room. The door was closed, so quietly as I could, I turned the knob and opened the door a crack.

“Hey Sweetie,” Colette said without looking up. She was sitting up in bed reading a book by the light of a small lamp next to the bed. I went through the door and closed it behind me. “I was just doing a little reading before going to sleep.”

I was once again astounded at how beautiful Colette could look without even trying. Her long, auburn hair lay softly on her shoulders over a blue camisole, her green eyes fairly sparkling behind her glasses in the soft light of her reading lamp. Refreshed from the shower and now admiring Colette, I started once more longing to kiss her. I could kiss those full lips all day long and not grow tired of it.

“So are you going to come get in bed, or just stand there staring at me?” Colette chuckled, “I’m not going anywhere you know!”

“Sorry,” I said, breaking out of my reverie, “It’s just… sometimes I look at you and it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time, you are so beautiful, it can be hard not to stare every now and then.”

“You know,” Colette replied as I walked over to the far side of the king sized bed, “you already have me, you don’t have to flatter me.” She smiled as I pulled back the covers, sliding under the sheets and lying down on my side facing her, my head on the pillow. “Not that flattery is bad, mind you!” She added with a grin.

Colette set her book and glasses down on the bed-side table and slid down under the covers, then scooted over close to me.

She turned her head to me while lying on her back “So, you have any energy left after your romp with Jen?” Colette grinned, knowing she was putting me on the spot again.

“Actually, I am pretty tired,” I said, yawning, “I thought you were going up here to sleep?”

“Hard to sleep with all the moaning and groaning going on downstairs,” She replied, turning toward me and running a hand down my chest under the sheets. “All I could think about was what you two were doing down there.” She looked into my eyes, “Did you know I stood at the top of the stairs and watched you two for a few minutes?”

Deer in the headlights. Now I knew exactly how they feel. I briefly wondered if I was about to understand what it felt like for the deer to have a truck slam into it broadside.

“You’re still worried I’m going to get jealous, aren’t you?” Colette grinned.

“Well, uh… yeah, I guess.” Was all I could muster, thinking the other shoe was about to drop.

“Well, I am a little bit jealous,” Colette moved her hand down to my stomach, slowly stroking back and forth, “but not in the way you’re worried about.”

“How’s that?” I asked, considering that I might just live through this experience.

“It’s not that I mind you having sex with Jen,” Colette mused, “it’s that… well, I want you to be doing that with me. I actually briefly considered joining you when she asked me to keep nibbling on your ear.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. This was not something I ever considered to be in the realm of possibility with Colette. Jen? Sure, it was obvious she was pretty adventurous when it came to sex. Colette wasn’t like that, though. She didn’t seem to mind everyone getting naked around her, but I just couldn’t see her having a threesome. “Have you done anything like that before?”
“No.” She said, “and it’s not that I’m all that interested in experimenting with another woman, but at the same time, I wanted to be with you. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if Jen was there at the same time.”

“Don’t you think that might feel a little odd?” I asked, “Having sex with me while Jen was there?”

“Can’t get much more odd than the situation already is, when you think about it.” Colette said, “You’re already having sex with both of us, and evidently not far from it with Jen’s girlfriend, does it really seem like that much of a leap?”

“Not for me,” I answered, “but it sure seems like it might be for you. Heck, it’s every guy’s fantasy to have two girls at once.”

“Is it your fantasy?”

I took a moment before answering, which was evidently answer enough. Her hand moved further and lightly drifted over my boxer shorts, feeling my growing member underneath.

“Yes, I see it is,” Colette laughed, “it’s written all over your face, not to mention… other places!”

“Guilty.” I said, smiling back at her.

“What would you do with the two of us at once?” Colette asked, still gently stroking me over my boxers. Her eyes beaming into mine. She clearly knew I was feeling a bit cornered. I kept my mouth shut for the moment.

“Seriously,” Colette said, exploring the subject while I squirmed, “what’s the attraction for you? Is it more of a guy on two girls at once thing, or do you want to see the girls going at it together as well?”

“Uhm…” I said, “yeah, both of those sound good.”

“C’mon,” She smiled, “aren’t you going to tell me? I really want to know! It’s not like we haven’t been sharing pretty much everything else together lately!”

I just laid there unsure what to say. If I told her what I really wanted, would she reject me? Would she tell me I was a sick puppy in need of therapy? More importantly, would she stop stroking me? I was really starting to get excited again and didn’t want it to stop, in spite of the uncomfortable conversation.

“You’re a ‘fraidy-cat!” Colette laughed, “You won’t even talk to me about it. How about just answer yes or no?” Colette slipped her hand underneath the leg of my boxers and started massaging my balls. At the same time, she leaned over and placed a warm kiss on my mouth. “Do you want to see me kiss Jennifer?” She asked in a low voice, her lips nearly touching mine, her hot breath running across my mouth.

I closed my eyes, consumed with the feeling of her hand in my shorts, her breath on my face, my raging hormones starting to get the better of me. “Yes.” I muttered.

“Do you want to see her kissing my breasts?” She moved her head lower and kissed me on the chest while her hand tickled the space beneath my scrotum, triggering a fresh jolt through my full-masted hard-on.

“Yes.” I said quietly, closing my eyes. Colette continued stroking my balls.

“Do you want her to massage your balls while you’re having sex with me?” Another kiss, lower on my chest. I started to imagine everything she asked me.

“Oh god.” I groaned quietly. “Yes.” I said, no longer worried about telling her what I was thinking.

“Do you want to lick her pussy while I give you a blow job?” She asked, placing yet another kiss even lower, towards the top of my stomach. Her hand moved up to stroke the length of my hard penis. Colette had never spoken this way before, it was… different.

“Colette,” I said, momentarily gaining composure, “yes. I’d like all of that, I’d love to have the both of you at once. I’m pretty sure the answers to all of your questions are ‘yes’.”

Colette pulled the sheets off of me and pulled my boxers down to my ankles, then placed a light kiss on my belly, then another. She stroked my cock with her hand while her mouth worked its way down my stomach slowly.

“Would you like me to ride on your cock while she kneels behind me and kisses my neck, strokes my breasts with her hands?” Colette’s kisses continued, finally reaching my pelvis.

“Mmmm hmmm…” was all I could say anymore as I felt her lips part around the already moistened tip of my cock. She sunk down guiding me inside her hot, wet mouth before coming back up again.

“Would you like to kiss my breasts while she eats me out?” Colette giggled with her mouth engulfing my cock as I moaned affirmatively. She was really starting to get into this little game of hers and her mind seemed to go deeper and deeper along with the thrusts of her lips over my straining erection.

“Would you like to have both your sisters give you a blow job at the same time, kissing each other around your cock?” The mention of ‘sisters’ shocked me into recognition of exactly who we were talking about, but at the same time made my desire all the stronger, my straining hard-on twitched in her hand.

“Ooh, I guess you like that one!” Colette cooed as went down on me again briefly before pulling off her panties and tossing them to the foot of the bed. I reached out and stroked her leg as she positioned herself on top of me into a 69, spreading her legs on either side of my head.

“Absolutely…” I replied, then lifted my head slightly to very lightly, very gently run my tongue over the smooth, wet folds of skin between her legs. I was grateful to realize she must have bathed earlier, her taste was light and enticing, and I could smell the clean scent of soap on her body.

Colette moaned deeply with her mouth on me as she slowly brought her head up for air once more, “Would you like to tie your sisters up and gag us and spank us with a leather whip?” She asked in a low, sultry voice.

My head fell back down to the pillow as I laughed hard, “Well there’s one I can honestly say I haven’t considered!” I said.

Colette fell on me with her full weight as she laughed, her hair falling all around my wet, rigid member, her cheek laying on my right thigh, “Well, I had to ask just to be sure!” She said, “You never know what’s in the mind of a young horny guy these days!”

“I didn’t say ‘no’, you know!” I laughed, then playfully spanked her bottom which was right in front of my face.

She tightly grasped my penis in a playfully threatening manner and briefly bit the tip of my penis with her teeth while she replied in a muffled voice, “So what’s the answer?”

“Uhm… I’m gonna say no on the gags and whips thing.” I said, stroking her shapely ass and kissing the inside of her thigh, “but if you two want to tie me up and have your way I might not object, I could deal with it if that’s your thing!” I continued laughing a I ran a finger between the slick folds of her labia.

“Mmmm…” She replied, “a slave-man to do my bidding, I might have to think about that! Hold still a minute.” Colette got up and turned around, then straddled my head with her thighs, facing me. “Now serve me, slave-man…” She laughed.

I laughed back at her, but obliged with gusto. Colette held onto the backboard as I held her slender ass in my hands and scooped my tongue up the full length of her engorged lips. I dove in with my tongue and mouth, massaging her clit and the inside of her labia. In my aroused state, I loved the taste of her and the feel of her smooth shaven skin against my lips and face as I continued a long deep kiss into her most private spaces. I opened my mouth wide and completely covered her swelling flesh while my tongue worked its way from the small, slick opening at the bottom to the firm aroused clit at the top. Colette moaned and slowly shifted her hips forward and back over my mouth as I continued making out with her engorged sex. My hands crept up her smooth, toned bottom to her hips, helping to coordinate our movements as Colette sunk deeper and deeper inward, approaching orgasm.

Colette suddenly moved off of my mouth and slid down my body, reaching beneath her and pulling my cock into position at the opening of her vagina. She helped glide my head up inside the length of her labia, rubbing me up and down over her clit. Her large breasts swayed with her efforts, an inviting sight that made me want her all the more. Colette’s sparkling green eyes met mine as she slid my cock back down, finally sitting back further and thrusting me deep inside her. Colette’s eyelids closed as I hit bottom and she held me there for a moment, bringing her hand up to the back of my head, then kissing me deeply while I remained buried in the depths of her warmth, her full breasts mashing into my chest. The taste of her sex still lingered in my mouth, and I realized she could taste it, too. I wondered if she found the taste as pleasing as I did.

Colette’s hips began rocking forward and back, side to side, as her breath became shorter and faster. She lifted her mouth from mine and braced her hands on my chest as she rolled her hips back and forth to push me deeper and deeper inside her if it were even possible. I relished each instant as her eyes were locked on my own, my hands reaching up to feel the fullness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples. I squeezed one and she let out a moderately high pitched moan, continuing to press herself over me.

What took several minutes seemed like a few seconds, my hands on her hips, locking our bodies together in tight embrace. Her pace moved faster and I, too, felt the climax rising deep inside of me. I bit my lip to keep from coming until she was ready, but she wasn’t quite there yet. I bit down harder and could taste a bit of blood, trying to keep myself from losing control too soon. But Colette just kept going, her breath coming in hard gasps and rhythmic feminine moans. I tried to think of something, anything, that would keep me from releasing too soon. I imagined changing a tire on the car, playing baseball. Her orgasm struck just as I was hitting a home run and sprinting to the final base. But I managed to maintain control for just a few more seconds as she called out in triumph, finally reaching the pinnacle of a long orgasm, finally time for me to let go. I pulled her tightly down with my hands on her hips, with a resolute upward thrust and a primal grunt, my desires all let loose at once and I came inside her. A strong, satisfying orgasm I didn’t really expect after having sex twice that evening already.

Colette collapsed on top of me and I turned my head, giving her access as she kissed my neck. My eyes grew wide as I noticed the door half open, and Jen standing there in an oversized T-shirt, watching us. Jen put a finger to her lips, telling me without speaking not to say anything, then slowly closed the door just enough so that it wouldn’t latch and make noise.

As I lay with Colette on top of me and we regained our strength, I wondered. How much did Jen see? More importantly, how much did she hear? Had she been there the whole time while Colette was joking about us having sex with her?

And of that I was certain. While it was very sultry and enticing to hear Colette ask me all those questions as she kissed from top to bottom, I knew in my heart she was just spicing things up, playing a game. She would never do the things she was talking about. Jen might, sure. But not Colette.

Of course, in the end, I realized, it didn’t matter. Colette had now seen me having sex with Jen, Jen had seen me having sex with Colette. It’s not like it was a secret among any of us, so no real harm done in the end.

After we’d cleaned ourselves up with a towel and laid down side by side to sleep, I turned to Colette and placed a soft kiss on her closed lips.

“I love you, Colette.” I said, stroking her face.

“I love you, too, Mark,” she replied in kind, “I love you with all my heart.”
Author’s Note: If you want to know where I’m taking this story and wanna help message me

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