For a year after graduating high school, I traveled around Australia and New Zealand.

I met a lot of amazing people and still keep in touch with a few. Gary was the guy that I stayed closest with, and I was even best man at his wedding last year. So when he called and asked if he and his wife could crash at my place for a week, it wasn’t even something to think about.

I said yes right away, knowing my fiancée wouldn’t have a problem with it. We live in a one-bedroom apartment, but we occasionally have weekend guests and it’s never been uncomfortable. We sleep on the pull-out sofa and give our guests the bedroom. That’s something my fiancée feels strongly about, and everyone is always so appreciative.

We prepared the room the day before they arrived, and Janie cleared out some closet space for them. She even stocked the fridge with some of their favorite snacks. She’s the perfect woman — beautiful, thoughtful, and… what’s the saying? “A lady in the living room, a chef in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom.” That’s her.

Halfway through their visit, I started to realize that this was the longest we’d had guests stay with us. I’d never had to go that long without blowing my load, and I was really starting to feel the, um, buildup. Sleeping in the living room meant zero privacy.

On the fifth night, I was on the verge of renting a hotel room, just to feel Janie’s pussy wrapped around my neglected dick. I think she was getting frustrated, too, because she started making weird eye contact with me over dinner. I couldn’t decode what she was trying to say, but when we were washing the dishes, she whispered in my ear that I should come to the bathroom with her after our guests went to sleep. BOING. My dick shot straight up before she even finished the word “sleep.”

For the next two hours, I had a hard-on. I distracted myself with the movie we were watching, but then Janie would get up to fetch another bottle of wine, and I’d stare at her ass and the blood would rush right back into my cock. I’m pretty sure Gary and Natasha noticed — well, I know they noticed, because I didn’t do anything to hide it.

After our third bottle, and as the credits were about to roll, I practically jumped up and shouted, “Well g’night guys! Early start tomorrow,” in an effort to rush them off to bed.

But then Natasha suddenly said, “Janie, can you show me how to turn the jets on in the tub? I fancy a bath before bedtime.”

Natasha slowly got on her knees and took my steel-hard cock into her mouth.

I couldn’t see straight; I was so turned-on by Janie’s plan, from the lack of sex, and now the thought of Natasha all wet and slick. But I was also mad that she was foiling the plan. I’m never having houseguests again, I thought to myself.

Off the two beauties went, and Gary and I watched them walk down the hallway like two guys who have been in the desert and just spotted an oasis. I realized Gary was probably feeling the same way as me, from not wanting to get busy in our apartment.

Neither of us knew what to do, so we both sat there for a few moments, listening to their giggles and the sound of water rushing into the tub. Janie came back, this time with her top off, and announced that she was joining Natasha in the tub. “Anyone want to watch?”

I didn’t want to think about it, or maybe I couldn’t think about it, since my brain was seriously lacking a blood supply right then. Gary and I both jumped up and practically stumbled over each other to get to the bathroom.

The ladies were both naked now, and helping each other step into the tub. “Christ,” Gary said under his breath, “we’re lucky bastards.”

As they immersed themselves in the water, Natasha started giving Janie a rubdown, washing her breasts, lingering over her nipples, going lower until her hands were under water. Janie’s cries of pleasure let us know exactly what was happening.

I was enjoying the show, but the pent-up sexual energy was seriously fucking with me. I had to hold my hands behind my back to keep from stroking my dick in front of Gary.

“The water is too cold now, Natasha. Let’s get out.”

As Natasha got up, I stared at her body. Small tits, a flat belly, and a bush that was trimmed so close you could see everything. Her body was so different from Janie’s. Janie’s tits were bouncy with small nipples, and she was very curvy, in all the right places.

I got myself mentally ready to say goodnight and close the bathroom door with just Janie when Natasha invited us into the bedroom.

“C’mon, honey,” Janie said. “It’ll be fun.”

Was this really happening?

The ladies got on the bed and started to kiss. My dick couldn’t take it anymore so I pulled my pants down to play with myself. Janie looked up, smiled at Natasha, and nodded. Natasha got off the bed, came over to me, and wrapped her hands around my dick. Janie went and did the same for Gary, who was also rubbing himself. Natasha slowly got on her knees and took my steel-hard cock into her mouth.

I was leaning against the wall, because at that point, I honestly couldn’t hold myself up. I hadn’t had another woman since Janie and I met three years ago. It was incredible. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed this amazing new sensation, when I felt Janie’s lips on my mouth.

My view was blocked by Natasha’s ass, but I could tell from the way Janie was blowing me that Gary was fucking her from behind.

I’d never had a threesome, and the feeling of a kiss on my mouth and another on my dick was practically explosive. I opened my eyes to stall myself, and saw that Janie was still giving Gary a handjob. Her eyes were looking into mine, though, and we reassured each other that it was all okay. Then she got to her knees and took my best friend into her mouth.

It was incredibly hot, seeing her suck him off while getting my own dick polished. Then Janie’s hand reached over to Natasha and started to play with her clit. Natasha’s lips got tighter around my cock as my future wife found her sweet spot, and I came hard into her mouth. I didn’t want to, but I was past the point of no return. Warm rockets spurted down her throat, and she swallowed all of it.

Spent, I collapsed onto the bed. Natasha was sitting up, legs spread, on top of the pillows. She told me to get on my back, and then sat on my face the second my head hit the pillow — ass crack on my nose and clit grinding against my chin. She leaned forward and started sucking my cock again. It didn’t go up as fast, but I was back in business after a few minutes.

Natasha told Janie to come over and commanded her to suck my dick. My view was blocked by Natasha’s ass, but I could tell from the way Janie was blowing me that Gary was fucking her from behind. Natasha was dripping wet, and my spit was mixing with her juices, making her slippery and swollen. I slid two fingers inside her, keeping her ass spread with my other hand. She enjoyed it, but I could tell she wanted to get fucked.

I gently nudged her to change positions, and she slid off my face. Janie released me, and Natasha slowly slid my rod inside her, cowgirl style. I got the perfect view from the dresser mirror: Natasha riding me, while Janie’s face was right there at her clit and my balls, licking us both when she got the chance. She was still getting rammed from behind by Gary, but I knew from the way she was crying out that she was about to come.

I put my hands on Natasha’s hips so I could control the speed and how deep I got, and started pounding up inside her. She loved it, and thrust back with the same intensity. I wanted to hear both women orgasm at once, so I gave her the hardest fuck I could, slamming my balls in my fiancée’s face with every move.

It wasn’t long before I felt a hot gush wash down my dick and balls, and the sound of the two women screaming in unison. I burst inside Natasha’s throbbing pussy, holding her hips and pushing myself as deep inside her as I could.

As soon as we recovered, I booked flights to Australia for the summer. We can’t wait.

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