First Day of Amelié's Adventure
On a Saturday morning, I awoke to the commotion of the kitchen. I tried to gather my thoughts and remember the reason for my presence on the sofa bed. Upon opening my eyes, I saw my wife's friend Amelié making coffee in a long t-shirt and no pants.
Amelié had come for a visit, and we'd forgotten about her arrival while I scheduled my vasectomy. Consequently, I had found myself "Resting" on the sofa bed, making way for Amelié who shared my bed with my wife, Julia.
We lived in a luxurious duplex with the bottom part of it being our space. It was tall and narrow, with an open-concept design. Upon entering through the living room where the sofa bed was, one proceeds through a galley kitchen until reaching the only enclosed part of the unit - the bathroom. Beyond that, there are stairs leading to a loft, where our mattress was found.
From the sofa bed, I observed Amelié preparing coffee in the kitchen. The morning sunlight illuminated her long, toned legs through the window. Comparing Julia to her friend, Amelié was undeniably alluring.
As I watched her in the kitchen, my morning erection grew firmer. When Julia descended the loft stairs, she had on similar attire to her friend. Aware that Julia usually wore more to bed, I couldn't help but wonder if she had changed her clothes or not.
After sharing a kiss with Julia, Amelié declared, "I'm going to take a shower before breakfast. If it's okay with you." Julia gave her permission, saying, "There are towels in the cabinet closest to the window."
Amelié left for the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Julia prepared coffee for both of us and came to sit at the foot of the sofa bed. I took one mug from her and blew on it.
"Good morning, honey," Julia began. "How was your sleep?"
"As well as I could," I replied. "A bit of pain, but I'm used to this sofa bed. How was your night?"
"It was nice," Julia answered. "I hadn't seen Amelié in years. I hope our conversation didn't keep you awake." I told her I was fine and put any concerns about her talking to rest. "How is your friend... down there?" she asked, worried.
"It's okay," I said, "not sore, but will need its daily maintenance soon."
I turned onto my back so my wife could clearly see my erection in the blanket. Julia was startled and covered her mouth with a gasp.
"I promise I'll assist you with that," she responded. "It's just going to be difficult with Amelié here. With your close friendship, there'll be no secrets, and we won't need to be subtle."
"I agree. Amelié knows what we're going through."
Julia nodded. "I'm surprised we completely forgot about your scheduled visit." I pondered the situation, remembering that Amelié was initially supposed to stay only for the long holiday weekend. Why did she then change her plans to two weeks?
As the shower shut off, we heard the bathroom door open. Amelié, wearing a towel around her torso and another wrapped around her hair, walked back down.
"Um, Millie," Julia asked, "could you possibly step outside for a few minutes?"
"Of course," Amelié replied, chuckling. "Why, what are we doing?... Oh, I see." Amelié reentered the kitchen, gave us a grin, and walked out the front door. The day was indeed lovely.
When the door shut, Julia zoomed her focus on me. She shifted my covers aside and massaged my limbs through my sleepwear. I angled myself with my palms at the back of my neck, as Julia rolled my pants down to my shins, unveiling my hard-on.
"Oh boy, this valiant pee-pee, making such a sacrifice for me," Julia purred intertwined with an amused tone. "It should be rewarded with loads of blowjobs."
She knelt on all fours and went for my numbness with her mouth. Julia slapped the flat of her tongue across the bottom of my shaft and climbed up to lick all the way to the seething tip. Propelled by her tongue, a sliver of wet teardrops formed on the rim. Julia sashayed her tongue back and forth across the underbelly of my member and engulfed my crown with her lips.
I moaned and swiveled my torso. I stiffened slightly when I noticed Amelié's visage peering through one of our windows. I assumed she could only catch a glimpse of my frowning mug, but the idea of her watching me set ablaze some sinful thoughts.
Julia outshined Amelié once more, as she lathered her tongue on my cock, engulfing merely half of it at a time. I peered down at her, enticing her beautiful shimmering eyes. We took in one another's gaze, as Julia's head bobbed dexterously to the rhythm of her movements. Julia swiftly tackled me toward the brink with her skilful technique but hesitated, likely mindful of Amelié's appearance. Thinking of kindly accommodating her, I allowed myself to reach my pinnacle. As Julia detached her face from my flesh, I tapped her hand and spurred up the volumes of my emission. She unveiled four strings of jizz, which she gulped down without seconds of hesitation. Julia then lowered her lips, milking down the last vestiges of stickiness with a lingering pop.
"Wow," I sighed. "Thank you, Julia-boo," I chirped, using a nickname.
Julia giggled. "You're welcome! And we have plenty more where that came from... for now. I need to amuse Amelié."
My mind engrossed in carnal fantasies, I contemplated the concept of Julia'sss pansexual activities with Amelié. As my body manoeuvred my fabric back in place, Julia collared her friend and shouted, "Alright, let's go do some sightseeing, Jimmy will have to stick here. But we'll return with some grub later!" Eagerly, she shuffled off to clothe herself and notified Amelié, "I'll throw some outfits on and we can be on our way!"
"Thanks," Amelié proclaimed, still unable to hide her amusement, "and Jimmy?" Her eyes scanned my response.
Julia turned the dialogue into something else. "Let's get cracking on the tour!" she uttered, moseying out of sight.
"Cool," I replied, leaving the rest for my imagination to ponder.
Read also:
- Exploring the Pleasure of Being Nude in Part 3 Experiencing the Delight of Baring All, Part 3
- Arriving at the Pool Beforehand, Chapter 9
- A Stroll Through the Marshes
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