"Ice Storm: Extreme Weather Condition"
Everyone at the office was familiar with Petra, a member of our team whom we often collaborated with. She was well-liked due to her friendly demeanor, excellent communication and social skills, and her impressive technical abilities. Petra was also easy on the eyes, standing at a medium height with a shoulder-length brunette hairdo. In her early thirties like me, she had two outstanding qualities that set her apart - she could be extremely modest and sexy at the same time. In fact, she often borrowed Dolly Parton's famous boob jokes. Petra was quite self-aware and always knew how to infuse humor into conversations about her appearance.
On this particular day, Sandy, our supervisor, summoned Petra and me to her office. As usual, we expected it to be about a new project.
"Our sales team is working with a potential client in Stanfield," Sandy started. "They are now at a stage where they want to discuss technical details. I'd like to send the both of you on Friday for a meeting. Will that work for you?"
The drive from our office to Stanfield wasn't too lengthy - about two hours.
"I can manage that easily," I said. "What will be your schedule, Petra?"
"I have no other plans for Friday. Yes, I'll be free then," Petra confirmed.
That evening, I approached Petra to discuss transportation for the trip. "I've reserved a company car for Friday. Shall I pick you up from your place?"
"Sure," she replied. "What part of the city do you reside in? I'm wondering whether we should meet someplace central."
"I'm based in Bluefield. What about you?" I inquired.
"Oh, so we're neighbors! I'm at 47 Woodside." Petra informed me.
"And I'm at 302 Burns, which is just a short distance away. I'll pick you up at 9:00 AM."
"Perfect!" Petra agreed. "That's a pricey area, how do you manage there?"
It was a reasonable question, considering the high cost of living. "My grandfather passed away a couple of years ago. He owned the condo, which was passed onto my father as he had no other siblings. Since my parents live out of town, I've been living here, provided I pay taxes and condo fees."
Petra had her own answer. "I'm currently residing with my mother. She bought our rowhouse 30 years ago when it was still affordable. We have a good relationship, so there's no reason for me to move."
Early the next day, my car was parked right in front of Petra's house. Prompt as usual, she stepped out of her home and got in. We made small talk during the ride, discussing our families, hobbies, interests, and work. Comfortable in our skills, we were unconcerned about being put under pressure.
As expected, the meeting went smoothly. Petra, as predicted, won over the attendees effortlessly. People were immediately put at ease with her presence, and her large breasts were the last thing on their minds. The room was the first time I had seen her without her winter coat on. Petra was dressed equally seriously and sexily. Underneath her custom-tailored blouse, she was wearing a bra that held her ample bust in place. She layered a light gray sweater over it, which only covered her arms and back. She chose black stockings appropriate for the winter weather and wore a skirt so short that it would have been considered scandalous except for the leggings that she paired with it.
The meeting lasted a while, and we took a break for lunch. Eventually, late in the afternoon, it was time for us to return home.
It came as a surprise to both of us when we left the windowless conference room and stepped outside to see the clear, cold day had warmed up a tad, hovering around freezing and threatening to rain.
"Guess we have to leave now," I said. "Let's see if we can beat the approaching storm and reach home before dinner time."
Though slightly worried about the impending storm, Petra was delighted to be heading home.
We joined the highway, only to encounter a long line of vehicles. The storm hit us with a mix of rain and freezing rain, and with the super-chilled roads, the rain froze immediately, creating a slippery surface. The car was soon covered in ice. Traffic had virtually come to a halt. The traffic update on the dashboard indicated it was entirely stopped ahead.
Just then, we arrived at an exit. "You ready to consider staying at a motel for the night?" I inquired of Petra.
"The road is terrible, and I don't have any plans tonight or tomorrow. Do you think Sandy would mind charging it to the company credit card?"
"I've known Sandy for 5 years," I responded. "She'd be completely supportive of that."
Finally, we reached the exit and parked. There was a single motel in the vicinity, and we entered their crowded parking lot. I left Petra at the entrance with her coat and her small purse. "See if you can get a couple of rooms before anyone else arrives," I suggested.
I found a spot at the other end of the lot, retrieved my backpack containing a few necessities, and made my way into the motel. By the time I arrived, Petra had finished her conversation with the front desk. "They have one room left, and I just booked it for us. Lucky we got here in time!"
She shared this information so casually. I wasn't sure whether I should be delighted or apprehensive. "Are you confident we can share a room?" I questioned hesitantly.
"We're both adults. Can't we manage this?" She questioned casually, her gaze briefly meeting my crotch area. "Or maybe it won't be that difficult..."
After that, the true adventure began.
We immediately proceeded to the room, where we encountered a single bed. This didn't seem to bother Petra in the slightest. "My back is killing me; could you assist me in taking off my bra?"
I had never met a bra as large as hers. It had 8 clasps holding it in place around her petite frame, and broad shoulder straps. I unfastened all of them, and she let it fall to the bed. I was amazed to see how large and natural looking her breasts were – not to mention how aroused I was as a result. Standing behind her, I began massaging her shoulders. "That's so fantastic! Keep going!" Then she rolled onto her stomach, allowing me full access to give her a full back massage.
Following five minutes of her moaning in ecstasy, she flipped over, presenting me with my first full view. "Can you massage this side now?" She inquired.
I certainly was willing. Her breasts were enormous, with large areolas and minute nipples that stiffened with touch. I couldn't help but fantasize about ejaculating in my pants as I massaged. Of course, I could only concentrate on one breast at a time, but I attempted to divide my attention equally.
Petra snapped me back to reality. "I think we need to grab some food and continue this later."
She was correct. "I'll need your assistance putting my blouse back on." I ultimately stated.
She put her blouse back on without her bra. She slid her breasts individually into the tailored pockets made specifically for them. I redid the 20 buttons, and she turned around. "How do I appear without a bra?" She inquired.
The genuine answer was "Stunning!" The fitted pockets accentuated the size and form of her bosoms. The thin fabric, undisturbed by a bra, clearly revealed her dark areolas and her erect nipples. I tried to provide a more diplomatic response: "You'll garner the attention of every man in the restaurant if that's what you're aiming for." I pointed out.
She decided to go for it. "We don't know anyone here; I'm going for it!"
In fact, she removed the leggings. I was taken aback. She sat on the bed and removed the leggings, leaving her skirt as the only coverage. I was alarmed that the skirt had no chance of adequately concealing anything without the leggings. However, she was unfazed. "No panties?" I inquired.
Petra chuckled. "I'm not as prim as you might assume!" And she bent forward, displaying a large jewel between her bottom checks.
"You've been wearing a butt plug all day?" I abruptly exclaimed, astonished.
"It keeps me on my toes!" She answered nonchalantly. "We'll remove it later and insert something else there?" She proposed.
I'm no wallflower, but I'm not accustomed to a woman hinting suggestively about anal on the agenda later in the evening. Caught off guard, I couldn't respond, but as usual, she took charge. Petra rearranged herself, ensuring her breasts were evenly aligned in her top and her skirt had a chance of concealing her privates in ordinary movement.
Next, we ventured down the hallway to the restaurant. True to form, it was bustling. We had to wait by the entrance for 10 minutes until a table became available. It was amusing to notice different individuals trying to avert their gaze while still craning their necks to glimpse the attractive woman with massive, natural breasts on full display, and a skirt that might reveal even more if a gentle breeze came by. Eventually, the waitress approached to escort us. Petra reverted to her charming demeanor as we walked to the table. Even with every eye in the restaurant fixed on Petra, Petra conversed with the waitress. "Thanks for being here tonight! It must be difficult, knowing you'll have to brave the inclement weather later," she remarked.
"No problem," replied Sarah, our waitress. "I wasn't scheduled to work, but I live just a couple of minutes away and figured they could use a helping hand and I could use a bit of extra cash. The boss was more than happy to have my assistance!"
We relished the meal. Petra and I discussed life, alluding to what transpired in the room, but not wanting to be overheard. It was sufficient that Petra resembled an upscale escort. I suppose that categorized me as a wealthy businessman, which I felt uneasy about. We chatted about work, ensuring it was clear that we were equals. A glass of wine complemented the meal.
After settling the bill and leaving a substantial tip for Sarah, we stood up to exit. As we stepped into brighter light, I observed Petra and noticed that her blouse was damp around her nipples. I was momentarily stunned. "Petra, you're perspiring!" I hushed, taken aback.
"Oh, dear," she giggled. "That happens sometimes. We'll have to address it later. That wine was excellent; would you care for another drink?"
I was struggling to keep up with reality, so another drink seemed like a brilliant idea. As we stepped outside the restaurant, Petra dropped her handbag and instantly bent over at the waist to retrieve it. My jaw dropped as I realized that many of the restaurant's patrons, who were already focused on her dominant presence, had caught a glimpse of her bare backside beneath her skirt, with the gem-encrusted butt plug prominently displayed. "That was entertaining," she chuckled, "let's head to the bar for that drink."
Another bottle of wine later, we unwound. The damp spots on Petra's chest had expanded, making the delicate fabric difficult to notice. Honestly, it resembled the classiest wet t-shirt I'd ever witnessed. As much as I enjoyed her exhibitonist traits, I couldn't help but ponder what might take place back in the room. "I believe I'm ready for the next phase," Petra said. "Shall we check out the hotel facilities and then return to the room?"
I felt like a dog on a leash as she took the lead. I was nearly salivating at her exude of self-confidence and her displaying everything she had. There was little to see in the hotel, but much of her enticing appearance was on display to the few people we encountered. The swimming pool would've been enticing if we'd had anything remotely fitting to wear.
"I think we've witnessed everything worth seeing," I began. "Are you prepared to return to the room?"
"It's time," she asserted. "I'm feeling quite uncomfortable and urgently need to express milk. Would you care to join me?"
My dick became even harder, much to my surprise. "If you want me to drain you dry, I'd be the happiest man tonight."
"I believe that would make us both content then," she concluded as she opened the room door.
Things progressed rapidly. I undid her blouse again, captivated by her considerable breasts, which now had droplets of milk around her nipples. [End of Paraphrase]
"Take off your clothes!" she ordered as she hung up her wet blouse. I didn't need to be told twice. She lay down on her side and I lay next to her, my mouth craving her nipple. I was trying to be gentle, but my slight sucking brought forth a stream of warm, delicious milk into my mouth. Her other breast was on my cheek, dripping away. When the milk ran low, we switched sides, and I drained her other breast.
It was an amazing experience, so natural and tender yet so strange!
"Would you like me to suck something else?" I inquired as I shifted positions.
"YES!" was her resolute reply.
I flipped around, lifted the tiny skirt, and started gently licking and sucking her labia and clit. It didn't take long at all until she was shaking from an orgasm. As it subsided, she gave me the next instructions: "I don't have condoms, but I do have lube. If you want to remove the butt plug, I'm sure you'll fit in there perfectly!"
And there it was. The direct invitation to do anal.
Petra retrieved her bag and extracted a tube of lube, then said, "remove it carefully!"
I was taken aback by how hard it was to get it out. I had to add some lube and rub it around with my finger before the plug came out gradually. "Wow, you had that in all day?" I remarked.
"I did" was her swift response. "But you'd better put something else in there soon!"
I applied some lube to my finger and gently inserted it, followed by my penis. We both gasped. "This feels sooo good!" I exclaimed. "I just wish I could feel your breasts at the same time!"
"That can be arranged," she said.
Now comes the gymnastics part: I was on my back and she was squatting over me, my penis buried deep in her ass, my hands attempting to support her heavy breasts, one at a time.
To be honest, we didn't last long. I shot my load into her ass just after she commenced trembling from a second orgasm. I withdrew, and she lay next to me, pulling me into her chest. It was just another delightful feeling.
We were both exhausted. It was time to wash up, brush our teeth, and snuggle under the covers. It was an early bedtime as the freezing sleet fell outside the window.
We awoke after the sun rose. Petra was behind me, her breasts pressing against my back. I became rock hard in a matter of seconds. She sleepily reached in front of me and confirmed my status.
"Are you up for another round?" She inquired.
"As long as I can go down on you first! Your pussy tastes incredible."
Following one orgasm from my licking her, she requested the lube and handed it to me. "Proceed slowly, there's no plug in there this time!".
She was evidently accustomed to things being inserted in her behind, as it opened up rather easily with some gentlemassaging of my finger. My penis followed quickly and, once again, we both had orgasms.
After cuddling and caressing for a few minutes, she finally addressed the issue. "I can't imagine a better way to spend a Saturday morning. Unless you want to take me out for breakfast!"
We showered together, making sure to clean every inch meticulously. Petra dried her hair as I collected our scattered items. I helped her into her pullover, once again bra-less, and we went for breakfast.
The drive home was beautiful. The sun shone on the icy trees, but the road was completely clear. We chatted and held hands the entire way. It was over all too soon.
"I'd like you to meet my mother." Said Petra.
"Wouldn't that be a bit awkward after last night?" I inquired. "Just how much did you inform her?"
"She knows everything, specifically the room with the single bed. She winked at me and said 'Go ahead, you go girl!' Her habit is to be open about sex, so my only concern is her hitting on you."
That was a novel experience for me. My family treated sex as a hush-hush matter. Nothing against it; it was simply very private.
We walked into the cozy townhouse. I was a bit nervous, considering I'd just had sex with her daughter in her backside.
"This is Amy, my mum."
Amy was seated behind a table, engrossed in a book. She stood up with a broad grin. It was evident where Petra inherited her physique and her demeanour. She wore beige leggings intended for wearing underneath something else. The lack of panties was apparent as her cameltoe was clearly visible. Her shirt was similar, very thin, very stretchy, and quite revealing. She wasn't quite as large as Petra, but her nipples were stark through the thin fabric.
"I'm so glad you showed up!" she beamed. "I wanted to meet you!"
Amy approached and gave me a warm hug. I couldn't help but let her close hug reveal how much my body craved her. "Oh, that's nice!" she observed as her hand confirmed my condition.
"Hey Mama," Petra chuckled, "Be careful, I haven't had a chance to fully know him yet!"
"Can you undo me?" She whispered to me. In the middle of the living area, in front of her mother, I unbuttoned her back buttons on her blouse. She shrugged it off while I gave her shoulders a quick massage. "Don't stop!" She said. "It feels so good."
After a minute loosening her shoulders and back, she took my hands and guided them to her breasts. I couldn't believe how forward she was!
"Let me go change, maybe you could give Mom a massage while I do."
Amy lazily surrendered herself to me, sitting backward on a kitchen chair facing me. I rubbed her shoulders and along her back through the thin fabric. A few times, she half-heartedly grabbed my hands and tried to maneuver them upwards, but I thought it wouldn't be a great idea!
"Ooh, that feels good!" Amy said. "It'd be even better if it were skin to skin." Just as she attempted to pull up the hem of her top, Petra emerged from the bedroom, sporting another tight, revealing top and a different short skirt.
"Mom, do you have any condoms? We couldn't properly make love in the hotel because we didn't have any."
"Top drawer on your right, under my vibrators. I think you might need an XL, considering the width."
"Thank you, Mom!" replied Petra sarcastically.
Again, Amy tried to grab her top's hem, but Petra called out excitedly, "Here they are! Come on in and we'll fuck each other properly."
Petra's room was absolutely average. It was functional and well-designed, with a queen bed taking center stage. Needless to say, she was eager.
"Undress!" she ordered.
I swiftly obeyed and, as I removed my underwear, she already had a condom unwrapped.
"Let's not bother taking off any clothes. Are you fine with that?"
I could never find faults with Petra's ideas, so, "Alright," I answered.
We were so horny that we were skipping foreplay. I plunged inside her roughly, while she bounced and moaned, making the bed creak. "Faster!" she begged.
Caught up in the moment, I allowed myself to climax first, spewing a load into the protective sheath. I fell limp, no longer capable of fulfilling her, but she didn't seem to mind.
"Why don't you use your mouth instead? Will that be okay with you?"
She eagerly nodded, "I want that right now!"
I eagerly took her into my mouth and continued to pleasure her, despite the stench coming from me. When she climaxed loudly, my immediate memory was her mom listening intently on the other side of the door.
After cuddling for a bit, Petra exclaimed, "Mom's been all by herself for awhile. We should go talk to her!"
The thought was slightly disconcerting to me. I kicked my boxers aside and slipped on a pair of cottage cheese panties. They were comfy and fitted well but were transparent and soon displayed a dark spot as they grew moist. "No problem," Petra remarked. "Let's go as we are."
Of course, Amy wasn't as secretive. She was seated with a large wet patch on her leggings between her legs. "Um, you seem to have enjoyed yourself," she observed. "Petra, you're leaking badly. Want your pump?"
"No, Mom, I've realized that there's a completely different way to deal with it." Without a second thought, she pulled up her top and straddled my lap, cradling my face in the leaks from her breasts as she fed me the luscious secretion. Eventually, I detached myself, but she pulled her top back down like nothing had happened.
"I apologize for the delay," Amy said gently. "But it's been the best day of my life, and we haven't even had lunch!"
"We definitely need to do it again soon then." Her mom replied. "Though you might have to visit us when Petra isn't around."
"And why would that be?" I inquired, unsure how far I could push it.
"It seems like you're not very comfortable being intimate with me with her around," Petra remarked with a cheeky grin.
Petra burst out laughing. "I'm sure he can keep up with both of us. Check him out!"
I contemplated my predicament. I was seated on a couch, donning a pair of baby blue panties. To my right, there was a lady my age with an incredibly large chest, sporting a ragged top, a brief skirt speckled with pussy juice, and an air of nonchalance about my circumstance. Across from me was another woman, two decades older than me, also draped in inappropriate attire for a father visiting his daughter - accompanied by an obvious wet spot in her leggings.
"I believe I should depart before we commit to something we may regret," I proposed delicately. "So far, this has been beyond my wildest dreams, but I think it's time to pause and reflect."
The atmosphere in the room shifted. Petra's palm shifted from my crotch to my hand, and Amy closed her legs marginally, concealing the wet spot.
"I comprehend your sentiment," Petra shared, "but I truly hope we can see each other again. And I hope this doesn't negatively impact our work relationship in any way - I actually enjoy working with you."
"Rest assured, I haven't altered my opinion of you both. You've both been incredibly welcoming and entertaining thus far, but I feel like I jumped into the deep end without knowing how to swim. You'll have to guide me through this."
Petra jumped to her feet, popped into her room, and provided me with my pants and shirt. "Simply wear those panties, you can return them later."
"I'll try to come back soon.. Can we go out for dinner tomorrow evening? After we've had a chance to settle?"
"Absolutely!" said Petra. "At work, I've heard you're a cracking cook. Would you like me to come over?"
"I wouldn't want to put too much pressure on a first date, but I would appreciate that immensely. Red or white wine with your lasagna?" I inquired.
"Red, please," replied Petra.
"Apologies to leave you out, Amy, but I'd like to get to know Petra better without the confusion."
"Understood," Amy responded courteously. "We do more than just have sex around here. Despite my antics last night, I want to be a supportive mother, not a full-on MILF... you know what I mean."
"Yes, that's evident. My body craves to penetrate you, and Petra doesn't seem to mind, but at this point I'm seeking a friendship and a relationship, not a threesome."
"I doubt there'll be any issues there," assured Petra. "We're used to handling sexually charged scenarios and finding solutions. I do think Mom could benefit from a man's presence though."
With that, I put on my coat and shoes and left for home. Petra's final words were "don't forget to buy some condoms!" This experience far exceeded anything I could have ever foreseen. Petra was a dream come true - undoubtedly more than I could've imagined. Continuing this relationship with her presents countless opportunities for happiness. Amy added to the confusion. My body ached to have her, and Petra showed no objection, but at this stage, I desired a friendship and a relationship, not a love triangle. It might prove challenging; it might be blissful. We'll see.
On Sunday evening at 5:00 PM, Petra pressed the doorbell downstairs at my condo. I met her at the entrance and aided her with her long coat removal. I gasped as she turned around. She was exquisite. Previously, I had only encountered her in work wear or, well, explicit apparel. She wore an ankle-length green satin dress with a slit up to her waist. I'd never seen a bra have such an effect on her anatomy. "Have you made plans to attend the Oscars tonight? You're dressed to awe!"
"I'm merely trying to impress you," Petra stated. "I'm unclear if you've noticed before, but I thrive on dressing up for special events, and this is the occasion of our first date."
"I'm completely smitten with your allure. Honestly, I'm head over heels for you. Not only do you have a bewitching sex appeal, but your character is what enthrals me the most. Conversing in the car yesterday truly allowed me to glimpse your true self, and I really hope we can delve deeper."
"You're touching my heart. I suspect you may not have noticed, but I was captivated by your honesty and attentiveness at the hotel. I think I've fallen in love with you."
"Wow, that's quite flattering, to be honest. It's humbling to know you harbor such deep emotions for me."
Dinner was amazing. The movie that followed was thoroughly enjoyable with the presence of loved ones. The aforementioned intercourse was, as always, fantastic. For the first time, we found ourselves in a comfortable, familiar setting.
I thought to myself, "What should we do now that we've arrived at our destination? We both must return to work in the morning."
To my relief, Petra proposed, "May I stay with you tonight and you can accompany me home briefly in the early hours to prepare for the following day?"
DCH, as we affectionately called the two of us, spent yet another night wrapped in each other's arms. After reporting to work together the following day, people began gossiping as we cruised to the firm in the company's car. As we settled into our tasks, Petra and I ceased to be just coworkers and began working side by side, subconsciously contemplating for one another and finishing each other's sentences. Since we left the office daily simultaneously and rode the commuting train back home together, our commute became a comfortable routine.
The week that followed was quite eventful. We spent most of our spare time lounging together, engaging in physical and mental closeness. One Friday afternoon, Sandy, our superior, invited us to her office for a private chat. The tense mood in the room put me on edge, but my mind was at ease as soon as I looked into Petra's eyes, who felt the same.
The topic of our office tryst was brought up: "It's clear something transpired between the two of you on your last business trip. You're both dedicated employees, but workplace affairs can be tricky. Sometimes too much time together can become a burden. We'd like to be transparent about our intentions in order to maintain a healthy work environment," stated Sandy.
Petra and I both agreed. "Thank you for your understanding," I indicated. "Since the journey to Stanfield, Petra and I have embarked on a relationship. We feel that this has enhanced our ability to function effectively together as coworkers. Nonetheless, if prolonged exposure takes a toll on our working relationship or disturbs others, we'll take prompt steps to avoid such adverse consequences," I clarified.
A gentle smile spread across Sandy's face. "It's a relief to know that you intend to handle this situation like adults." She then suspended her musings on our personal affairs and enquired, "So what really happened on your return from Stanfield?"
All of us burst into laughter, and Petra described the events leading to the one bed and the unforeseen intimate encounters. Sandy appeared amused. "I'll spare you the pesky details," she quipped, "I'm sure you've already offered enough information."
As an afterthought, I considered that the manager might secretly yearn for a similar situation.
Time flew by. We were bequeathed a sizeable bonus for landing new clients. Petra and I spent more and more time at my dwelling, but we made an attempt to maintain our own independence by returning home to spend time with Amy. During a dining experience, it was nearly impossible to overlook the marked contrast: Amy's previously vibrant, seductive identity seemed to have deteriorated, hinting at a withdrawn, matronly figure. We kept her company as much as possible.
Reflecting on her appearance changes, I asked, "Have you observed any notable transformations in Amy over the past few weeks?"
"She's crushing on both of us, trying to avoid interfering with us and rejected in the process. It's painful to witness," Petra offered.
"Is there a way we can restore her inner spark?" I inquired.
"Show her that she can still be desirable. It doesn't have to be romantic; it could simply be showcasing our acceptance of her and making her feel wanted and intriguing," said Petra.
I pondered the suggestion and added, "Do you recollect any of her fantasies we could attempt to enact?"
Giving it some thought, Petra proposed, "Around 7pm tomorrow, show up at my residence unasked for, and I'll ensure Amy is prepared. She'll be convinced that there are only two of you present—as long as she's conscious of your presence, she'll suspect, but won't be fully certain."
Excited by the idea, I asked, "How is this to be brought to fruition?"
"To become intimate with her, expose her to creative encounters," advised Petra.
The next evening, I arrived on schedule. I rapped on the entrance—no response. I stepped inside, saying nary a word. I heard some clamor from Amy's bed, a tad of groaning. As I ventured in, I comprehended the situation. Amy was sprawled there, garbed in the slender leggings from day one, previously dampened at her crotch. Both hands and legs were fastened to the bed's edges, and she had a blindfold and a gag. Petra was nowhere in sight, though I knew she wasn't very distant. A set of scissors adorned the night table, clearly placed there for me to use. I fervidly rubbed her moist groin, staying mum. I took the seam and tore the leggings asunder at the crotch. I procured the scissors and sliced her shirt and bra straight down the middle, completely uncovering her chest. She fought minutely, but it was evident that she was going with the flow.
I engulfed her in oral pleasure, licking until she moaned with delight. I flipped around and penetrated her, pounding her rigorously as she lay there unprotected and powerless. She melted once more, yelling into the gag. I didn't comprehend how I hadn't climaxed yet, but I planned to capitalize on it. Harnessing the handy lube, I lubricated my finger and manipulated her rectum. She loosened up gradually, and I apprehended she was prepared. I lubed my penis and selected a stance in which I could penetrate her behind while she was affixed to the bed. When her third climax occurred, I achieved orgasm as well, inundating her backside with viscous semen.
I executed a rapid cleanup and exited the residence. Petra was parked outside, eagerly anticipating my return.
"How was it?" She inquired enthusiastically.
"I think she'll be in a better mood! You may need to free her now, though."
"I think that would be a nice ending to the role-play!" articulated Petra.
Ten minutes later, I reentered the dwelling. Amy was seated on the couch, still garbed in the torn leggings and sliced shirt.
"I hear you just had a dream enacted," I probed.
"I did, and it was fantastic!" responded Amy, offering no effort to hide her state.
Thus was the Amy from day one reunited.
The days proceeded. Petra and I became more connected and reveled in spring's warmth. Amy was in charge of sewing Prom and Bridesmaids' gowns, but she had a unique project for a local ceremony and was extended an invitation. Petra and I were beckoned. I'd scarcely participated in such a posh affair, yet Amy and Petra were eager to dress up and showcase their best assets. Petra was always flamboyant, even when she tried to conceal herself, but their gowns allowed her to flaunt her charms. Amy's was analogous, though blue instead of green.
The event was enjoyable, mingling with individuals from various spheres and sharing an evening with the sexiest two women in attendance. In the taxi on the way home, we were quite drunk and chuckling about it all. I wanted Petra's chest to be devoid of her milk, so I did this in the rear seat while Amy stimulated me.
When we arrived at their place, I was allowed entrance, as usual, and they were too aroused to postpone their turns. With their vestments on, I was caressing Amy and entering Petra, then reversing roles so they both reaped some dick time. This was the first time we had spent a night in the same bed, and it was spellbinding.
I was spending plenty of time at their home, but I secluded myself at my condo occasionally to attain a respite and enjoy some solitude. It always seemed I craved five minutes of privacy, then I longed for the joy and excitement of being around Petra and Amy.
A few weeks later, I was at their abode and received a call from my dad.
"Hey dad, what's cooking?"
"We've got an issue and required your input. Our company has seen difficulties as of late, and the only way we can improve is by allocating a substantial budget to acquire new tools. I'm concerned we will have to sell the apartment. You've occupied it for a few years, and we know you've been saving, do you think you might want to purchase it?" Dad implored.
"I dislike to note it, but it exceeds my budget! I adore it, but I foresaw the moment when this would transpire. Give me a moment to devise potential courses of action."
Following a few moments of banter, we bade farewell, and I started committing my worries.
"Petra, Amy, I'm uncertain what to do! I'll require relocation, yet I can't afford a dwelling in this vicinity!"
Amy glanced at Petra, who returned the gaze. "Don't you see it's plain and simple?" Amy began. "You're more than welcome to join us! You two are hooking up every day, and I'd love to have you living here. Care to give it a shot?"
"It's a very kind offer, Amy. I know you've worked hard for your house, and I don't want to burden you, but you're right, I enjoy your company a lot. I'm willing to give it a go."
Having discussed the matter with my parents, I decided to move in on the first of July. I didn't have much stuff, so it was a manageable move. My parents arrived in town and met Petra and Amy.
"But it's a two-bedroom house," my mom pointed out. "Where will you sleep...?" and she quickly realized she didn't need an answer. Petra and I simply smiled, sure that my mom had reached her conclusions without needing any further explanation. "I should know by now not to ask questions that I don't want the answer to — but I'm so happy for you both! And Amy's fine with it?"
Amy stood by her side. "I couldn't be happier," she asserted. "Your son is a terrific guy who's a good friend and pitches in around the house. He assists us when we need help." She concluded with a sly wink at me.
The next phase of my life commenced, with the task of making two women happy. While it could be a challenge, I was determined to maintain my relationship with Petra and also aid Amy as necessary — all with Petra's support.
