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I woke up on Saturday horny and stymied, due to what I’d overheard the previous night. Amelié had masturbated, fully naked, in bed next to my wife. I didn’t think my wife had joined her. I knew, of course, that I hadn’t been able to get myself off, for fear of ruining the good thing I had going. Over a week into my prank, my gullible wife Julia still somehow believed A) that I was under doctor’s orders to cum every day, B) that I was physically incapable of making myself cum, and C) that her best friend Amelié was here to help without ulterior motives.
I also woke up on Saturday curious but anxious, due to a change of pace in our household. It was the weekend. For the past few days, I’d been home alone with Amelié, a sitting duck for her relentless teasing until my wife got home in the evenings. Now, Julia was off work and would be home all weekend. Would the teasing continue? Or would it pause until Amelié could get me alone again? Or would the girls gang up on me and the teasing would be worse than ever? Being around to observe me and Amelié all day, would Julia discover the truth about my prank? Or would more time together mean more playtime together?
The girls slept in until almost noon, leaving me to worry and speculate and fantasize about what today might bring. When the girls finally descended the stairs into our open concept living room, where I’d been sleeping on the pull-out couch to maintain my purported physical incapacity, it was clear by their apparel that they had a plan for the day.
Julia led the way in a neon green bikini. The cut was relatively conservative, like most of my cute little wife’s clothes were. However, there was no hiding her spectacular ass on her trim, 120 pound body. Julia knew that and would wear this bikini when she wanted to show off for me. Her shoulder-length brown hair was down and naturally wavy.
Amelié followed close behind in a jet black bikini. The cut was not conservative. The bottoms consisted of such a narrow string of fabric that from behind, you could only tell the color when it sprung forth from between her butt cheeks and circled her waist, meeting at a tiny hand-tied bow on each hip. I could see now why she insisted on shaving completely. The top offered a little more coverage, but it was held together with a similar small bow in the front, and when Amelié turned to face me, I could see her 34C boobs were desperate to burst free. It was astounding that such compelling curves fit on her 5’4″ frame. Her curly brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
I was fully staring at Amelié as I heard and responded to Julia’s question: “Think you’re strong enough for a little adventure? We wanna go tan by the neighborhood pool.”
“Yeah… yeah I wanna come,” I stumbled.
“I’ll bet you do,” Amelié intoned.
“I mean, I could use some… fresh air,” I defended.
I still had not taken my eyes off Amelié’s body (Julia had given me permission – a command, in fact – to let Amelié tease me, afterall). I was taken by surprise then, when my red swim trunks landed on my head, obscuring my vision.
“Vaminos!” my Hispanic wife instructed. “We’re burning daylight!”
Julia had delivered my smallest swim attire, in my boldest color. There would be no hiding my erection today. Neither of the girls turned away to afford me any privacy as I stood, removed my pajama pants, pulled on my red trunks, and struggled to tuck in my semi-hard cock.
***
The neighborhood pool was only a ten minute walk from our house. My eyes did not leave the two asses in front of me, for the whole trip. It made me smile to see Julia and Amelié giggle and gab, like the lifelong friends they were. It also made me smile to see their asses jiggle and flab as they walked.
When we arrived at the pool, we found it surprisingly unpopulated for a sunny Saturday. There were two college girls standing waist deep in the water and sipping out of Stanley cups, and there was one woman laying on one of the better shaded plastic loungers. With plenty of chairs to choose from, the girls set themselves up on a couple sunny ones facing the pool. While Julia laid out towels for herself and her friend, Amelié made a big show of helping me gently settle into a chair under an umbrella.
The girls then got straight to work on applying sunscreen. I watched unabashedly through my dark sunglasses, as my wife and our friend lathered their smooth bodies. My cock twitched as they took turns massaging sunscreen into each other’s backs. The way their hands glided over the great expanses of exposed skin ensured that all eight spectating eyes were fixed on them. Amelié was particularly thorough in spreading the sunscreen under Julia’s bikini strings, insisting on supplementing the coverage Julia had already applied to her front.
When they finished with each other, the girls had me stand, so they could give me the same treatment. Julia got on her knees in front of me, oblivious to the visual she was giving the other patrons van escort of the pool, as she worked the sunscreen into my legs. Amelié was similarly kneeled behind me, and took the opportunity to run her hands under my tiny red speedo and feel my firm butt cheeks while Julia was distracted.
By the time our show had finished, the two college girls had made their way over to us, still in the pool, but at the corner nearest our chairs.
“Hi!” the blonde called out to us with a huge smile. “I’m Sabrina!”
I looked over this first college girl. Maybe I was unduly influenced by her name, but it occurred to me that she looked a lot like Sabrina Carpenter. Her cheeks were flushed red, either from the heat of the day or from makeup. She wore a simple, bubblegum pink bikini, over what looked like relatively small but respectable handfuls of boobs.
Sabrina elbowed her friend. “And you can call me Red,” said the redhead. She didn’t seem quite as enthusiastic about talking to us, but she wasn’t completely cold.
“Is that your name?” Julia asked brightly.
“You can call me Red,” she repeated, noncommittally.
I looked over this second college girl. I think I still had Sabrina Carpenter on the brain because I convinced myself her redheaded friend looked like Chappell Roan, but with much larger breasts. Her curly red hair was pulled up in a tight bun. She wore a pastel purple bikini that somehow managed to cover a lot of her, I was guessing, DD tits.
Now caught up in this mindset, I looked toward the other woman, still lounging in the shade. While the two girls we were talking to looked like they were about ten years younger than us, she looked like she was maybe ten years older than us. My brain searched for another singer to complete this trio, but from a distance, she didn’t really resemble anyone I could think of. She had similar proportions to Nicky Minaj, so I settled for that and turned back to Red.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sabrina and Red!” Julia continued cheerfully as always. “Do you live in the neighborhood?”
“Our parents do,” Sabrina answered. “We’re home from college at the moment.” She looked at Red to pick up the story, but Red just looked back blankly. “We’ve been friends our whole lives, and now we’re roommates in the dorms. And yes, Red is always this aloof and antisocial.”
“Ugh, whatever, Sabrina the Teenage Bitch!” Red jabbed, but I could tell she lacked genuine venom.
“How old are you, actually?” Amelié asked.
“She just turned 19. I’ll turn 19 in July,” Sabrina answered.
I saw something glint in Amelié’s eye at that answer.
In contrast to Sabrina and Red, Julia and Amelié did take turns in introducing us. Amelié quickly volunteered our three names. Julia described the parallel in their stories that she and Amelié were also lifelong friends who became college roommates. Julia also mentioned that, at our slightly later stage of life, these two best friends unfortunately lived far apart from each other now. Amelié then made some vague comments full of innuendo about how the two of them were briefly sharing a bed again. The four young women got along famously for almost half an hour.
“Ah, no, my drink’s empty,” Sabrina complained. “Jimmy, do you think you could get me a refill from Red’s backpack?” Amelié and I both noticed how Red elbowed Sabrina. “It’s fi- it’s fine!” Sabrina insisted. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, “Could you help me please? You can’t miss it. Just bring over the canister that’s in her backpack.”
I got up and walked over to the girls’ things on the other side of the pool. Opening the backpack, I was shocked at what I found. There was a canister, yes. But there was also a strap-on dildo, a bottle of lube, and some edibles, mixed in with standard overnight items like a toothbrush. I grabbed the canister and carried it over to the girls without a fuss.
“What are you drinking by the way?” Amelié asked.
Red grinned, conspiratorially. “Margaritas,” she answered.
“Oh my!” Julia exclaimed. “I had no idea! I assumed you had water in those cups. I have the same color Stanley by the way!”
“We should’ve thought to bring drinks!” Amelié lamented.
“I can run and get some!” Julia volunteered, always eager to please her friends. “Jimmy doesn’t need to make the extra trip, and you can stay and hang out with our new friends. I’ll only be a minute!” Julia jumped up and scurried to the gate.
Once Julia was out of earshot, Amelié leaned in. “I have to ask… are you two a couple, or what? I can’t get a good read.”
Sabrina giggled. “Yeah, we give off confusing vibes, I know. So, we’re not a couple. We’re just really good friends. Red is a gold-star lesbian. She has literally never been with a man before. And I’m 100% straight.”
I saw a dubious look on Red’s face, and I was feeling bold, so I decided to ask the question I’d been dying to. “In Red’s backpack… I’m sorry I couldn’t help but notice… there yalova escort was a pretty big strap-on…”
“Well, yeah!” Sabrina continued, unperturbed. “Sometimes, there’s just not a dick around, either because I don’t feel like going to the bars to get one, or because we’re back home in our parent’s houses. So in those cases, I let Red bend me over something and fuck me senseless. In return, I eat her out to a couple orgasms.”
“That doesn’t sound very straight…” I suggested.
“It’s just a nice thing for friends to do for each other. We’re really good friends,” she repeated.
“I TOTALLY agree!” Amelié effused. “Julia and I are really good friends too. I’m actually doing something similar for my friends here. Would you wanna help me?”
“I’m not gonna fuck Jimmy,” Red said shortly.
“Oh, no, me neither!” Amelié assured the redhead. “No, Julia is on a sort of… let’s call it a dare – a bet. Julia is trying to make Jimmy cum 14 days in a row,” Amelié shared. “I’m just trying to help. See, even for a girl as hot as my best friend, that’s tough. Guys get bored. That’s where I come in. Maybe where you two come in too? We can tease Jimmy all day, so that when Julia goes to blow him, she’s got a good head start. A *head* start,” Amelié giggled. “What do you think?”
I didn’t know where my wife’s petite French friend got her ideas, but I loved her for them. She was also a pretty conniving liar, I noticed.
“So we just tease him, and then leave him frustrated?” Red asked. “That could be fun…”
“I love it!” Sabrina agreed. “What can we do to help?”
“Well, what if we all took our tops off?” Amelié suggested.
“In public!?” Sabrina cried. “What about that lady over there?”
“Oh, she won’t mind,” Amelié pushed quickly. “I can tell, she won’t mind at all. Here, I’ll go first!” Amelié confidently pulled at the strings of the bow between her boobs and let the cups fall aside. It wasn’t the first time I was seeing her tits, but it was the fullest, longest, most complete view I had been blessed with. Amelié slid the bikini top down her arms by shimmying her bare chest and dropped the small bit of fabric next to her lounger. She sat there, completely naked but for the skimpiest black string I’d ever seen wrapped around her waist. She looked expectantly at Sabrina.
Sabrina shrugged, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she just crossed her arms and pulled her racer back top over her head. Her little boobs bounced free. I had been right in my estimation that they were A cups. Her dime-sized nipples were light pink caps on an otherwise creamy chest. I bet I could suck an entire boob into my mouth at once.
Red was next, and hers were the boobs I was most anxious to see. Red turned her back to us and waited for her blonde friend to assist. Sabrina pulled at the bow around Red’s neck with one hand and the bow at Red’s back with her other hand simultaneously. The brave scraps of fabric released their ambitious load and dropped into the water. Sabrina retrieved the bikini top and placed it on the side of the pool, next to her own. Red hefted her boobs in her own hands and sighed in relief. “It feels good to set them free,” she said as she turned around, still covering her nipples with her hands. We all looked at her expectantly until, with a cackle, she dropped her hands, revealing the most perfect tits I’d ever seen in person. Her areola were light brown and the size of half-dollar coins, with swollen nipples.
“Oh, one more thing I forgot to tell you!” Amelié said hurriedly. “Julia is a little bashful. She’ll get embarrassed if she knows you’re in on this. So don’t let her know I told you about the bet or the teasing or anything. If she asks why we’re topless, it’s just to avoid tan lines.”
Julia had been gone about half an hour, having walked home, mixed up a cocktail, and walked back. She reentered the pool area, with a tote bag. “I’m back!” she called. “I’m not a big fan of tequila, so I made mojitos!” She looked from Sabrina and Red, to Amelié and me, to the big black woman, and then side to side around the whole pool area. “Why-“
“We’re tanning! We didn’t wanna get any weird tan lines,” Sabrina said quickly. “You should join us!”
Julia looked all around again. “Ok!” she shrugged. Julia set down her tote bag by me, reached back, and pulled at the strings of her bikini top.
I don’t know how I got so lucky to be sitting amid this bevy of bouncing boobs. When Julia was ready, she distributed the cocktails to me and Amelié. The three of us decided then to join the girls, standing in the pool.
“You know, Julia,” Sabrina started. “You should really apply more sunscreen. You’d hate to burn those beautiful boobies.”
“You’re so right,” Julia agreed.
I was tallest of our group, so I reached over and pulled Julia’s bag toward us. I held out the sunscreen to Julia, but Sabrina snatched it.
“Allow me!” she offered. Sabrina rubbed some sunscreen between her çorlu escort hands and then placed them on my wife’s boobs. “These really are so lovely,” she complimented as she rubbed in the sunscreen. “They’re such perfect handfuls.”
“Aw, thank you!” Julia beamed. “I love your little titties too! They’re so perky!”
“I’m happy with them, but I do wish they were bigger.” Sabrina glanced back dejectedly at Red. “Guys would pay more attention to me if I had tits like hers.”
“Nonsense! Jimmy, don’t you love Sabrina’s boobs?” Julia looked sharply at me.
“I genuinely do,” I replied. “All four of you have wonderful boobs.”
“See?” Julia said. “Guys think the best boobs are the ones they get to touch. Speaking of, can I return the favor and put sunscreen on you?”
Sabrina giggled and assented. Julia squeezed some sunscreen into her hand and then passed the bottle to Amelié, so she and Red could protect each other’s boobs as well. Soon, all four of the lovely ladies around me were massaging each other’s boobs in front of me. My erection was rock hard, and I hoped nobody noticed from where it hid under the water.
Julia gave Sabrina’s nipples a pinch as she finished up, which made Sabrina yelp unexpectedly. Sabrina giggled and then pulled at each of Julia’s nipples until they popped free of her fingers. By the time the minxes were done, all eight nipples were as erect as my cock, and pointed at me. I looked up at our spectator and saw that at some point she had removed her top too, and was now rubbing suntan lotion on her own large, drooping boobs while watching our group play.
Amelié leaned over and whispered something in Julia’s ear. A short, whispered argument broke out, as the girls gestured toward me, toward Sabrina and Red, and around the pool in general. Finally, they seemed to reach an agreement, and Julia turned to address me.
“Jimmy, we should get you rinsed off and ready to head back home. Walk with me over to that poolside shower stall,” my wife instructed.
I was reluctant to leave these hot college girls behind, but I also worried that Julia had gotten jealous for once and that had been the source of the whispered argument. I dutifully followed my wife to the shower stall. It was spacious, probably six feet by six feet with a single shower head inside. There was also a bench inside to help people change into or out of their bathing suits. The bamboo walls were only about five feet tall, so they hid anything interesting, but still allowed you to look out at the pool while you were showering.
Julia started the water, shucked off my tiny red swim trunks, and got on her knees. She sucked my semi-hard cock between her lips and got to work. Julia had never been bad at blowjobs, but I could tell her technique had improved already in the few short lessons she’d had with Amelié. I soon needed additional support, so I leaned forward until my arms were folded on the top of the shower wall and my chin rested on my hands. Julia was bobbing her head up and down my length as I surveyed the pool. To my surprise and delight, Red and Amelié were making out in the pool. My cock throbbed in Julia’s mouth. Amelié switched to kissing Sabrina, while Red played with Sabrina’s tits. After a few minutes, Sabrina and Red started making out. I wanted desperately to keep watching, but the erotic show and Julia’s ministrations were quickly overwhelming me. The pleasure forced my eyes shut as Julia brought me closer and closer to orgasm. She sensed the impending explosion and released me from her mouth. I heard Julia whisper softly, “Cum for me. Cum all over me. Please Jimmy, spray your load all over me.” Julia stroked my shaft faster and faster until-
The door to the shower stall creaked open just as I started shooting my load. Long streaks covered Julia’s face and her tits, as I pumped a day full of teasing all over my gorgeous Italian wife. One of her eyes was squeezed tightly shut with a string of cum connecting her eyebrow and her cheek. Her boobs were splattered with my spending. We turned together toward the entrance to the stall. Amelié, Sabrina, and Red were all standing in the doorway, looking at us with varying levels of surprise, arousal, and envy.
“I realized you had forgotten your towels,” Amelié held them up. “And our new friends wanted to ask if we wanted to join them at the Farmers Market tomorrow.”
***
The rest of the day was uneventful.
The college girls went back to their chairs to give us some privacy. Julia rinsed her face and body first, and Amelié followed. Two of us would sit on the bench while the third showered. When we were done, we packed up our things, waved goodbye to Sabrina and Red, and walked home.
In the evening, Julia and Amelié painted their nails and talked and laughed and hung out like good friends do.
The girls had swapped their bikini bottoms for panties, but remained topless. This is how I knew Amelié had been lying to the college girls about her motivations. If Amelié were only teasing me to help Julia blow me better, then she would stop teasing me once I’d cum. Amelié continued to show off her slender body and give me flirty looks all evening, and then the girls went to bed together without any further relief for me.
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