FMF or MFM?

Jeannie, my dear wife, is a practical woman. If she prefers Alaska to Montana for our next vacation, she’ll say so rather than leave travel folders where I’ll find them. So when she informed me that she and her best friend, Laura, had been reassessing their sex lives now that the kids are all off to college, I put down my book and paid attention.

“Not that either of us has any complaints about the present state,” She explained, “but Laura and I have been discussing the idea of increasing the intimacy of our present friendships.”

“Like more hugging and kissy-face?” I asked.

Jeannie gave me a withering glare. “Now don’t act the innocent with me, sonny. I was watching your left hand when you kissed Laura good night last Sunday - we’ve all gone about as far a possible in that direction. I’m talking screwing here and don’t tell me you’re not aching to get your chest up against those beautiful boobs.”

I felt a stirring in my groin at the thought of those beautiful boobs and grinned at my wife. My thoughts shifted to the locker room at the tennis club and the sight of Malcolm’s impressive whang dangling a good inch longer that any of the others. I visioned it poised for action with Jeannie raising her knees and separating her slim thighs to accept it. Damn, she deserves an experience like that. The thought brought my old peter to fully erect.

Jeannie sat down beside me on the sofa and placed her dainty hand on my crotch. “Got your attention, haven’t I?”

“So what have you two sex fiends in mind?” I asked.

“You’ll find out when our plans are complete - maybe nothing. At this stage we’re just trying to discover you’re thoughts on the subject and I think you’ve answered that.” She gave my peter a squeeze and handed me back my book.

A week passed with no further mention of the matter, then Wednesday, when I arrived home at the usual six o’clock, Jeannie met me at the door wearing a negligee. There’s nothing unusual about that; she often greets me wearing negligee - or a teddy - or sometimes nothing at all. It’s her way of saying she’s feeling horny and expects to get laid before the evening’s over. I was in the mood for that and gave her a big kiss with both hands on her sweet little ass. She evaded further groping and led me into the den where she seated me at the small candle-lit table and poured me a glass of chilled Chardonnay. She then departed toward the kitchen to get the supper.

A moment later she returned with a platter of mixed seafood and right behind her was Laura Macdonald, also clothed in a filmy negligee, with a bowl of fruit salad. The two girls knelt, one on each side of me, and fed me my supper with tiny silver forks, a nibble at a time. Both the girls robes were loosely draped so with each morsel I also received a tantalizing view of feminine pulchritude; - a firm titty of Jeannie’s or one of Laura’s lush boobs - sometimes full cleavage. I tasted hardly a bite of the food.

After about five minutes of such delightful torture the two girls took my hands and led me, not protesting too loudly, to our bedroom. Jeannie put her arms around me from behind and began unbuttoning my shirt while Laura stood in front and undid my belt , button and fly. As my trousers slid to the floor, she knelt and stripped down my undershorts, allowing my fully developed rod to pop out directly in front of her face. She grinned and glanced up at me as she took it into her mouth and ran her tongue down the underneath. I ran a full page of batting averages through my head to keep from coming right there.

Jeannie eased my shirt off my shoulders and roughly pushed me backward onto the bed. Laura edged her aside and straddled me. I was amazed at the fullness of the lips of her coozy as she positioned the head of my dong between them. She closed her eyes, threw back her head and opened her mouth to emit a sigh of satisfaction a she slid down to groin to groin contact. Her gorgeous full bosom stood out firmly above me but when I attempted to raise up to taste it, she forced me back down and began to ride me wildly. After less than a minute, she paused and had a mild orgasm; which surprised me. Jeannie comes like gangbusters at that point in the action.

As Laura relaxed, I rolled her sideways to get on top. Jeannie had a hand under my ass to help and moved down to massage the base of my tool as I began humping. She knows that makes me come double. I couldn’t take it; my overstimulated tool began to spasm. Laura sensed it and responded with another orgasm - much stronger this time. I couldn’t hold back; - I let it all go while Laura made happy noises and kept on bumping until I deflated and eventually slipped out.

Jeannie had her arms around both of us. “My turn now.” She said brightly as she took my flabby nubbin in her hand. I stared at her with amazement. What in hell is she talking about? She knows I’m no use for the next half hour.

“See,” she said sadly to Laura, “he has even less stamina than Malcolm had Monday.”

Monday? What’s this about Monday? Then I remembered; Monday I had a long test to conduct and Jeannie had not expected me home until late. So she and Laura had already got to Malcolm? I felt a surge of excitement - Jeannie with a strange cock inside her?

She turned to me in a somewhat condescending tone. “You see, darling, Laura and I have been doing a little research and have concluded that this whole sex picture has been muddled by a general misunderstanding that good sex consists of one male and one female. Some people even go so far as to think that one male and two females, like here today, would be good although sad experience continually demonstrates that the female of the species is just getting nicely started when the male finishes.

“Take today.” She continued. “Here’s Laura, freshly fucked to a preliminary orgasm and with a refreshing charge of male cum in her pussy. She’s all primed for a nice leisurely lay leading up to a screaming finale but the required tool has already been reduced to a useless bit of flab - and furthermore, when do I get mine? No, this FMF just doesn’t compute.”

“Now don’t be too hard on the poor boy.” Laura interrupted. “He’s performed well up to now and I’m sure he’ll be recovered in about twenty minutes - Malcolm usually is - as you have found out - but that delay is such a drag, isn’t it? A long wait for me and nothing but frustration for you because when Jack recovers his erection he’s going to have to complete the job on me or I’ll go crazy. What we need is two or three more men in this picture.”

“OK girls -” I interrupted, “I get your point - it’s a good point but you’re going to give me a terrible complex if you keep on it. I can only guess what this is all leading up to.”

Jeannie glanced toward Laura. “I told you he can be smart at times.” She kissed me on the nose. “Yes, dear. We’ve decided that we’d like to eliminate that delay between the entree and the main event: so Friday - forty eight ours from now - you and Malcolm are going to take Laura and me out to an expensive dinner but you’ll both be accompanying only one of us home for the night.”

“I suppose you haven’t yet tossed the coin for which one of you gets to sleep alone.” I ventured.

“Not important. Next week it will be the other one.” Jeannie laughed. An impish glint appeared in her eye. “And who says she’ll be sleeping alone?”

So Friday, will I again feel the voluptuous folds of Laura’s full bosom against my chest while Malcolm stands by to take over when I’m milked dry. Or will it be a tool other than mine - that impressively large cock of Malcolm’s - invading the tight little pussy of my darling wife while I stand by ready to play second diddle?

With an arm around each of the intensely desirable women, I felt the beginning of a stirring in my groin. Never mind Friday, I might not survive tonight.