It was 9.54am when I awoke fully from my slumber, alone in bed. The room was beginning to heat up rapidly. If the weather forecast was correct, it was going to be a very hot day, which meant humid too. Rolling onto my back, to where Ronni had lay next to me, the sheet was very wet. Throwing back the duvet, I got out of bed, needing to empty my bladder. I stood up, relieved not to be experiencing any signs of hangover.
With nothing to wear, I resolved myself to walk naked to the bathroom and relieved to recall it was only two rooms down the landing. Once beside the full-length mirror. I couldn’t resist looking at myself, wondering if I’d appear different as I was no longer a sexual virgin. My hair was a mess, my nipples hard and pussy lips wet. I was no different but as I looked at my bum, the marks Ronni had left when we’d had sex remained.
The bedroom door was open, allowing me to look towards the bathroom. Stepping through the bedroom door, my heart rate quickened seeing the bathroom door closed. Seven steps later, I was facing the closed bathroom door and knocking nervously.
From the other side of the door, Ronni replied to my knocking. “Jo, is that you? Come on in, don’t be shy. I’m in the bath, come in with me.”
We had played with fire the previous night being naked and having sex, while our work colleagues and Ronni’s husband were downstairs. Matthew surely would know Ronni and I were sharing a bath together. Would it be a risk too far?
Before I could answer my own question, I opened the door and entered the bathroom. The room was about 5 metres square, with spa bath to the right and toilet straight ahead. “Do you mind if I have a wee before I join you in the bath? And what if Matthew finds out we shared a bath together?“
“Joanna, I told you last night, I do not care if Matthew finds out.“
Ronni watched as I sat on the loo with my legs spread and allowed my wee to gush between my open thighs.
“Oh my God, Jo. Everything you do is so sexy two me, even peeing.“
I blushed a little. Ronni pointed to the electric toothbrush on the table adjacent to the sink, telling me that it was mine to use when I stayed there and suggesting I stay for another night. I did point out I’d nothing to wear, especially with work the following day but I’d no intention of saying no.
“We are the same size, Jo, apart from my boobs being bigger. The forecast is for twenty-eight degrees today, so I’m sure we’ll be outside enjoying the sun for most of the day.“
“If I was home, I’d be sunbathing nude.“
I had brushed my teeth and eased myself into the bath. Ronni had opened her legs, encouraging me to lie between them and against her chest. That followed me kneeling between her legs and kissing her passionately.
As I lay on top of her, Ronni slowly and gently teased my pussy, using three fingers to caress up and down my pussy lips. Every few seconds, she would plunge her middle finger deep into my pussy, making me gasp.
“I’m sorry I drank too much last night; I don’t remember much after I’d kissed Tash.“
“I thought you were going to tell Matthew about us, after you’d said you were lesbian and in love with another girl.“
“Oh my god, Ronni. I just don’t remember that but I am lesbian. What else did I say or do?“
By this stage, Ronni’s fingertips were rolling steadily around my g-spot and causing me to moan with pleasure.
“I’ve guessed you were lesbian for some time. You’ve not hidden your attraction to me at all and you shut down the guy’s advances towards you, in seconds.“
She was teasing me to a point where my body would tense and I thought I’d orgasm but Ronni would back off and keep me on edge. It was frustrating but incredible too.
“You lay on the sofa against me and were almost naked. You were naked when Matthew carried you up to bed and he asked me for sex. We’ve never had much sex and slipped into a sexless marriage. It won’t be like that when we are together. I told Matthew I’d not have sex with him, knowing he’d be thinking of you.“
Suddenly, Ronni’s fingertips pressed hard onto my g-spot as her thumb began to tease my clit. It was an intense orgasm. I won’t say I screamed in response but I was loud.
Turning around to face her, we kissed passionately. Pulling away, I told her to sit on the edge of the bath. Kneeling between her open legs, I kissed her once more. Her hands immediately moved to my arse cheeks, pulling my pussy onto hers. My intention had been to tease her with my tongue but as her fingernails dug passionately into my soft flesh, it was obvious Ronni wanted me to grind against her. With her having a prominent clit, she was soon moaning as I humped rhythmically against her. I had remained sensitive following my orgasm but my focus was entirely on satisfying her. Her moans were becoming increasingly desperate. Suddenly, Ronni raised her feet to wrap her legs around me and place each foot on my arse. That turned me on so much and with one final hard thrust, we were cuming.
“Fuck, Ronni!“
“Fuck indeed, Jo. We just did.“
After relaxing for five or ten minutes, we washed the other all over and hair too, before getting of the bath. As we were drying off, we heard a knock at the door and Matthew asking what we wanted to have for breakfast. My heart was pounding. I’d had a bath with his wife and we’d had sex. Ronni by comparison, looked completely calm. She took my towel, smiled and whispered, telling me to relax and that we’d done nothing wrong.
He suggested having a boiled egg and toast, before telling us he’d wait for us to dress and go downstairs. Ronni took some cream from the vanity unit, telling me to use it all over my body. It was a combination of moisturiser and sun cream, suggesting that we prepared to sunbathe nude.
After tidying the bathroom, we returned to the bedroom. Ronni rummaged through several drawers before handing me a pink thong and white half-length vest top. Once on, I looked at myself in the mirror. Despite having small pinky-brown areola, they were clearly visible through the white top and my hard nipples stood out proudly. Ronni too wore a thong but black with white edging and a matching bra. I went to brush my hair but was immediately told to leave it unbrushed, arguing messy hair made me look sexier.
As Ronni and I skipped downstairs hand in hand, I couldn’t help having feelings of self-consciousness, dressed as I was. I felt completely exposed or almost naked but at the same time, I was excited. Despite knowing Matthew had carried me to bed while I was naked, I felt shy that he’d be seeing me scantily clad.
As with the rest of the house, the kitchen and combined dining area was spacious, with Matthew sat by the table and reading his tablet. He was wearing a pair of blue shorts and nothing else. I’d known him for some years but it was the first time I’d seen him wearing so little. For a man in his mid-thirties, he had a toned body and no hint of excess weight. He immediately looked at Ronni and I as we entered the room, his eyes widening as he surveyed our bodies.
It wasn’t long before we sat down and were eating. I’d relaxed and forgotten how little we were all wearing. Despite my feelings for Ronni, I had the utmost respect for Matthew and considered him to be a friend. I noticed the odd excited glance between Ronni and Matthew as we ate and then drank coffee.
“Matty, I can’t wait any longer. Ask her or I’ll burst.“
“We’d planned for you to stay this weekend but not for you drinking too much and sleeping in Ronni’s bed with her.“
“I’m sorry about the drinking but my memory got a bit hazy after I kissed Tash. Ronni told me what I’d said. I’ve wanted to tell you I was gay for ages. I wish I’d remembered being in bed with Ronni.“
“You told us, you are going to stay with us when you qualify.“
“Yes. For me, I’ve found my perfect job. You’re all my friends.“
“I’m not allowed to tell you, until you receive confirmation this week but your results are exceptional. Ronni and I agree. Tomorrow, you’ll become a Junior Partner with a clear pathway to becoming a Senior Partner.“
I’d already greeted Matthew with a good morning kiss, which was no more than my lips lingering on his right cheek and of course, a hug. Swept along by the emotion of Matthew’s announcement, I jumped on his lap as he sat on a kitchen chair. As I landed on him, legs wrapping around him, the front legs of the chair came off the floor but quickly dropped back to the floor. Placing my mouth to his, it took us both by surprise, when our mouths opened and tongues met. It was a short kiss of ten seconds but in that time, Matthew became fully erect.
“Wow! I’m sorry, Jo. my body has a mind of its own.“
Still sat with my legs and arms wrapped around him and his erection firmly pushing against my thong-covered pussy, I giggled. “It was me losing control. I kissed you and when I French kiss your wife every day, I should kiss you that way too.“
“Your reaction would suggest you liked our offer, Jo.“
“It’s better than I could ever have imagined, thank you.“
The three of us continued to talk but for fifteen minutes, I sat motionless until eventually returning my feet to the floor. It was Ronni who suggested carrying on our conversation in the back garden and enjoy the sunny weather.
Opening the door to the back garden, we stepped out onto the decked patio area. It was around mid-day and felt extremely hot. Matthew checked their weather station, which was registering thirty-two degrees centigrade. Three sun-loungers were on the lawn, Ronni encouraging me to use the middle of the three as she asked if I wanted to sunbathe naked. There was an immediate look of dread on Matthew’s face.
“Oh my god! If you two are naked, I’ll never be able to hide how I feel.“
“It’s ok to be aroused, Matt. It’s true your arousal will be obvious but Ronni will notice my arousal just as easy as I will hers.“
Sat on the edge of the sun lounger, I lifted the vest top unceremoniously over my head and dropped it on the floor. Before pulling off the thong, I shuffled back onto the lounger and placed my feet on the grass either side of it. Looking down at the thong it was visibly wet from my arousal. Turning my head to the right, I noticed Ronni had already stripped and was watching me. I was amazed how calm I felt as I raised my bum and hips off the lounger and eased the thong down my upper legs. Drawing my feet up and together, with one swift movement the thong was off and I was naked. An adrenaline rush consumed me, watching Matthew’s reaction. I couldn’t resist opening my legs and offering Matthew a long unobstructed view of my pussy before I settled back to lie on the sun lounger to sunbathe.
No amount of coaxing from Ronni and I could persuade him to remove his shorts to join us nude. I was so horny at that stage; I think I’d have let him take my virginity. We spent the entire afternoon outside in the back garden, sunbathing for two hours before moving to sit in the shade. Thirty-two degrees was tipping towards the highest temperatures for England and was no surprise to see all three of us dripping with sweat.
At some point in the afternoon, a delivery arrived which amazed me given that it was a Sunday. Matthew instructed Ronni and I to go inside. Reluctantly, I agreed but my interest piqued, noticing how excited Ronni had become. By the time we’d entered the dining room, Mathew had undone the two packages. The first package consisted of seven white blouses, with the company logo on the left side. The second package included seven jade-coloured skirts of assorted styles and lengths. Jade was the adopted colour of the business. I was not surprised to find out, Ronni had made the choices of skirts as well as making sure the clothes were my size. It was turning into the best of days.
Matthew excused himself, disappearing into the kitchen to prepare a roast lamb evening meal. With a cool drink in hand, Ronni and I returned naked to the back garden. I made a half-hearted attempt to put on the thong and vest top but Ronni insisted we remained completely undressed until we got ready for work on the following morning.
A few hours later we were eating and merely laughed when Matthew commented about our nudity but was at ease around us, however the bulge in his shorts remained. Ronni and I agree to clear up the kitchen and stack the dishwasher, which seemed only right since Matthew had cooked our meal.
We were all sweaty, thanks to the heat and humidity. While Ronni and I cleared up, Matthew said he was going upstairs to shower. He’d be using the shower in his ensuite bathroom. I knew I needed to shower, after sweating all afternoon and the smell of my arousal obvious too. It wasn’t long before Ronni led me upstairs to the main bedroom.
Arriving at the top of the staircase, every door was open and windows too. With a fan in the bedrooms, it was the best way to allow air to circulate and cool the house a little. Matthew’s bedroom door was opposite to the main bathroom and as we stood on the landing between the two doors, we heard Matthew breathing heavily.
I mouthed. “It sounds like he’s wanking.“
“He’s had an erection all day.“
I tried to stifle a giggle, an instant before Ronni slapped my bum and pointed towards the bathroom. Without hesitation, I turned to enter the bathroom. I did have a momentary pause hearing Matthew gasp the words, “oh god, Jo,“
Ronni opened the shower cubicle door and ushered me inside. I was not surprised to see the bathroom door left fully open. The shower cubicle was big enough to comfortably shower two and with one clear perspex wall and the door clear too, there was absolutely no privacy. The shower itself was something I’d never seen or experienced before. Once started, the jets of water hit you from three directions; above your head and from two of the walls, from head to toe.
With the water set to the right temperature, Ronni and I stood together allowing the water to cascade down our sweat laden bodies, while kissing passionately. Our tongues began by moving together slowly but with steadily building urgency and desperation. To my surprise and frustration, Ronni pulled away and turned off the water and suggested we washed. As we’d done in the bath earlier in the day, we washed the other all over. In the bath, I’d felt I was leading the way but with the water on and showering away the soap, Ronni was the aggressor. Once more we kissed, beginning where we’d left off, with desperation. I felt her kick at my feet, encouraging my legs apart.
My heart was racing and pussy throbbing. With pussy lips eased apart, two of Ronni’s fingertips slipped between my pussy lips. I’d expected to feel her fingers slide slowly into me but with the same urgency as our kiss, Ronni plunged her fingers deep into my pussy. Only her mouth on mine stifled my loud gasp. My body response was intense, feeling my pussy clamp tight against her fingers. Slowly, Ronni withdrew her fingers and paused before plunging back. She repeated the action but steadily increased her rhythm. Pulling my mouth away, I needed to moan. Glancing past Ronni to the open door, I saw Matthew naked and watching the scene unfolding in the shower.
There was a time where I’d have worried or more accurately, panicked by the position in which I found myself. I was naked with Ronni, with her finger fucking me and Matthew, her husband and my boss was watching. I enjoyed him seeing me, intensifying my arousal. With every thrust of Ronni’s fingers, I gasped and my hips bucked in response. I’d never finger fucked myself before, while masturbating, so it was a new sensation. The intensity with which my pussy throbbed on her fingers was overwhelming, sapping my strength. I was nowhere near to orgasm and tried to relax. Without warning, following another thrust and gasp, my back arched and I started to cum. Involuntarily, I moaned, “oh fuck, Ronni.“
My knees buckled, Ronni instinctively wrapping her arms around me to stop me from collapsing.
“I’ve been horny all day, with us both being naked. I love you, Joanna.“
Matthew was still standing in the bathroom doorway and must have heard what Ronni had said. With the strength returning to my legs, we kissed once more but with less urgency than before.
Moments later, with the shower turned off, Ronni and I stepped out of the cubicle and were towelling ourselves off. We walked naked to the bedroom. I assumed that we’d put something on before we returned to the living room but Ronni was insistent that we remained naked. Sat on the bed, I noticed I’d received a message on my phone.
Natasha had texted, attaching three pictures and a message. “Our kiss last night was so good and can’t wait to do it again. Gareth couldn’t wait to fuck me but all I was thinking about was you. Here I am, fully naked for you – and Veronica.“
Picture one, Natasha stood naked posing in front of her full-length mirror. With no make-up, she presented a much more natural image. Naked, there was no hiding her hourglass curves, smooth pussy lips and deep brown hard nipples. Picture two, she knelt on the floor looking into the mirror. It allowed a seductive view of the curves of her arse and glimpse of her bare feet. Picture three, Natasha sat with her feet on the floor and knees bent to splay her legs apart. Using her fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart to expose her clit.
I passed my phone to Ronni, who read the message and looked at the pictures. We agreed that Natasha looked hot and that a threesome with her would be great. Ronni hadn’t realised how far Gareth had attempted to push the sexual boundaries. She promised not to tell him to calm down around me, pointing out how Natasha was acting.
It remained hot and humid in the house, despite open windows and fans working overtime. It felt as though I was beginning to perspire again and wondered if I’d be able to sleep that night.
Ronni stood up and took me by the hand, telling me it was time to go downstairs and join Matthew.
“Have I moved into a nudist colony? Not that I mind seeing you two naked all day. You’re both gorgeous.“
Since waking up that morning, Id become far less self-conscious, comfortable at being naked in front of Matthew. I was even enjoying becoming increasingly sexual with Ronni in front of him. With my arms spread wide, I did a 360-degree spin to allow Matthew a complete view of my body. Ronni encouraged me to sit on the sofa with my feet up and legs apart.
I noticed Ronni glance towards Matthew, who sat in the armchair adjacent to the sofa wearing a pair of baggy shorts only. Carefully, Ronni sat on the sofa, between my legs and leaning back against me. To begin with, I sat upright but as the evening progressed, I ended lay on my back with her on top of me.
Matthew was clearly attempting to be subtle in the way he was watching the scene between Ronni and I unfold. Turning her head, Ronni kissed my lips tenderly. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around her as she turned to look at her husband. A moment later, our mouths were open and together and kissing passionately. Ronni was making sure to encourage our tongues from one mouth to another and allowing Matthew to see. I’ll admit, things were getting intense very quickly and if Ronni hadn’t stopped kissing me, we’d have progressed to having sex.
Ronni turned to settle back against me and the three of us began to watch TV. I hadn’t moved my legs, leaving my feet on her thighs. She wasted no time using her fingertips to tease my feet. Of course, I’m ticklish but as when she painted my toenails, every touch made to feel erotic and done to turn me on. It felt as though Ronni knew exactly which buttons to press to arouse me. I was powerless to resist.
I didn’t know where to put my hands, to begin with resting on Ronni’s thighs and then onto her stomach. I’d argue that all three of us were feigning interest in the TV, I’d see Matthew attempt to watch Ronni and I, surreptitiously. With my feet caressed and teased, my breathing shallowed with an occasional moan of pleasure.
Taking hold of my hands, Ronni guided them to the lower mounds of her breasts, encouraging me to cup them. I was amazed at how much heavier than my own they felt. Unable to resist, I teased her nipples with my thumbs and fingers. As Ronni turned her head, we kissed with open mouths once again. It was only a short kiss but the passion was as intense as ever.
Despite two fans in the room running at full tilt, it felt airless and extremely warm. My skin felt flushed and dripping with perspiration. I was not alone, as my hands cupped Ronni’s breasts, her flesh too was moist against my fingertips. It made the whole sensation of being next to her with us both naked, feel even more erotic.
Shifting my position a little, with my right foot flat on the sofa I rested my right knee against its back. My left leg rested on the sofa, with Ronni’s legs reclining between mine. Matthew seemed to have given up attempting to be subtle in the way he’d occasionally glance towards the sofa and had turned to watch us.
Taking my left hand, Ronni guided it between her thighs and resting my fingertips on her pussy. She turned her head to look into my eyes. I expected another kiss but it was just a look Ronni gave, a look full of desire. With her hand on top of mine, she eased my fingertips up and down her pussy lips. She was extremely wet and began moaning in response. Repeatedly, Ronni guided my fingertips up and down Ronni’s pussy lips. Suddenly, with my fingertips midway up her pussylips, I paused, and, using my two middle fingers, I penetrated deep into her pussy. As my fingers eased deeper into her, Ronni raised her knees and drawing her feet towards her bum, before opening her legs wide.
I didn’t want to rush and bring on her orgasm quickly. Moving in and out of her pussy rhythmically and slowly, I wanted her to feel every movement. I was surprised at how Ronni made no attempt to constrain her moans of pleasure as her body began to writhe. Finding her g-spot, I rolled my fingertips around it hard and slow, before moving my fingertips to her clit. As softly as I dared, I trailed two fingertips up and down her clit but as fast as I could. Hearing the desperation in her moans, I sensed her orgasm was close, so immediately moved my fingers from her clit, to once again tease up and down Ronni’s pussy lips. I sensed her frustration as I teased slowly but bided my time before slipping two fingers between her lips.
Ronni’s body response was immediate and intense, pussy throbbing hard against my fingers as I explored deeper. It wasn’t long before my fingers were sliding, rhythmically in and out of her and making a squishing noise. “Oh god, Jo. I need to cum,“ Ronni moaned.
Glancing towards Matthew, his eyes fixed on the sofa, at Ronni and I and my fingers fucking his wife. Attempting to go unnoticed, he eased his right hand under the waistband of his shorts, taking hold of his hard cock. He began stroking up and down his shaft, mimicking the rhythm of my fingers in and out of Ronni’s pussy. I wanted him to cum.
I followed the same pattern as I’d done minutes before, teasing her pussy lips, then her g-spot and finally her clit, before repeating. With each repetition, my fingers would move in and out of her pussy faster, I’d tease her g-spot and clit harder and faster and for a few seconds longer; but to calm her, I’d tease her pussy lips slower and softer. Ronni would writhe more and pussy throb harder on my fingers, while her moans became increasingly desperate.
Suddenly, as I contemplate teasing Ronni’s clit to bring on her orgasm, I hear Matthew grunt and see his hips thrust five times. His face was a mix of guilt, pleasure and relief. I’ll be honest, I felt a sense of satisfaction seeing Matthew cum as I openly teased his wife.
“I am the girl you love, Joanna. And I love you too. Please let me orgasm.“
The secret, if our feelings were ever a secret, was in the open. I’d ignored my own arousal but I too, needed to cum. Plunging two fingers deep into Ronni’s pussy, she gasped as I began finger fucking her. She moaned, “oh god, Jo,“ encouraging me to tease faster and harder. Switching to her g-spot, I felt her body tense. Using my fingertips, I swirled hard around her spongy knob with increasing speed. She’d have cum if I’d continued to tease but instead, turned my attention to Ronni’s clit. Her body tensed immediately, feeling my fingertips mercilessly swirl around the sensitive tip of her clit. There was no turning back as Ronni writhed desperately against my fingertips, she was going to orgasm. I watched as her stomach muscles tensed and released, while her toes scrunched against the sofa.
Matthew hadn’t moved, bar taking his hand out of his shorts and releasing his spent and flaccid cock. He watched, transfixed as Ronni’s body responded to my fingertips.
Suddenly, Ronni gasped with her feet pushed into the sofa, lifting her hips free of my body. With a loud moan of pleasure, Ronni began to orgasm, her juices squirting from her pussy with four fountain-like spurts. I wanted her orgasm to be intense but with a sense of pride, I wrapped my arms around Ronni’s sweaty body.
For what seemed an age, there was silence broken only by mine and Ronni’s deep breaths of recovery. I too had cum and was aware that I was lay on a wet sofa cushion. It was Matthew who broke the silence, reminding us that tomorrow was a workday.
As the three of us climbed the stairs, I wondered what thoughts might be circling through Matthew’s head and Ronni’s. Consistently over the previous twenty-four hours, Ronni had suggested hoping her husband would find out that her and I were having sex. Surely, having watched us do it in front of him, he’d feel rage and Ronni guilt. Reaching the top of the stairs, we stopped and I feared the worst.
Matthew turned to face me. I noticed the huge wet patch, where he’d cum in his shorts and smelled the musky odour of his orgasm. As with Ronni and me, his skin glistened from a sheen of sweat. On the top floor of the house, it felt somehow hotter and more humid. It would be an uncomfortable night. Matthew suggested Ronni and I should arrive at the office after 10am, allowing him time to announce my promotion to our work colleagues. Breathing with relief, I thought, Oh my god, I’m not losing my job.
Following an agonising pause, Matthew wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to tenderly kiss me on my forehead. My heart sank when he referred to my relationship with Ronni as our affair. He made it clear; he’d not stand in our way or attempt to stop us but he hoped we’d not flaunt our newfound love. It was Ronni who suggested it was time we retired to bed and that Matthew should kiss me goodnight. Looking up at him, he leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Ronni protested immediately, telling him that he should kiss me properly. Matthew pulled away, drawing his lips away from mine and looked into my eyes. I smiled, as if offering him my permission. An instant later, our mouths were together, with tongues swirling slowly. Instinctively, I pulled myself closer to Matthew’s body and was not surprised to feel a growing erection pressing into me.
It was a brief kiss, lasting ten or fifteen seconds but the three of us burst into fits of laughter when Matthew admitted to having more erections on that day than he’d ever experienced in one day. On a mental high, I danced around Matthew and Ronni, playfully chanting, ”I’m so sexy.”
Ronni playfully slapped me on the arse, demanding I went to bed.
