It was Saturday morning. I was sitting in the lounge daydreaming as Clara was upstairs getting ready. Michelle was staying over tonight, and I wondered if there would be any repeat of the fun we had the last time she was here.
"Do you want to come shopping with me?" Clara asked as she walked into the room. I don't normally go shopping with her these days, as it's not something I enjoy doing, so I was surprised she was asking me. "I want a new pair of shoes to match the red dress I was planning on wearing tonight," she smiled. "I will have some competition tonight, as I assume Michelle will be wearing something hot."
I wasn't going to turn down this request: "Sure, when do you want to go?"
"I knew you would, and you just want to see me try a few pairs on, don't you?"
"Of course I do," I laughed.
We visited a few shops, and she tried on a few pairs, knowing damn well the effect it was having on me. "Should I go for the black, red or white?" she asked. Any would be fine, but I ended up buying her the red and white.
"The red ones are super sexy," she said on our way home. "I need to thank you for buying them both for me."
"What do you have in mind," I asked, hoping it was something to do with Michelle later tonight.
"You'll see," she giggled.
It was mid-afternoon and I was doing a few jobs around the house when I heard Clara calling me from upstairs. I found her on the bed in some red underwear, her new red heels planted on her raised feet. Her fingers were working on her pussy, and I could hear how wet she was. "I need your cock in me right now," she moaned.
Needless to say, I soon did as she commanded. My clothes were strewn across the floor, and her red panties joined them. I sank my cock deep into her wet pussy, and we fucked, Clara eventually taking my load over her tits.
Michelle arrived on Saturday night and looked just as hot as she had a few weeks ago. She was wearing a short black mini-dress, stockings and white platform heels. For the next few hours, I admired her legs and feet as we sat outside and drank in the warm summer evening sun.
"You'd better not drink too much, remember what happened last time," laughed Michelle.
"Yeah, you haven't stopped talking about it ever since."
"Not everything," she smiled.
"I should hope not," laughed Clara, looking over at me.
As the night progressed, Michelle's dress rode higher up her thighs, the tops of her stockings now clearly visible. Initially, she occasionally pulled down her dress, but after a while, she ignored it. Michelle excused herself and went to the bathroom. Clara quickly got up from the chair and straddled my lap, pushing herself into my crotch and kissing me hard.
"I can't get the thought of Michelle's body out of my mind," she said.
"Neither can I. She's looking hot tonight."
We kissed and groped each other, and then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Michelle standing by the patio door, watching us. I reached around Clara's ass and pulled her panties to one side, and slid two fingers into her already wet pussy. She groaned and pushed back on my fingers, forcing them as deep into her as she could. I could see Michelle was wondering what to do, whether to leave us alone or walk back outside. Her mind seemed to be made up as she strode slowly over the concrete floor towards us.
Clara heard her footsteps and quickly got off me as Michelle sat down with a laugh. "I'm not disturbing anything, am I?" she giggled.
"Nothing that can't be continued later," I laughed. Clara looked at me with a clear need in her eyes that we should continue later.
For the next hour, we sat and drank while watching the sunset. It was getting chilly, so we moved inside to the lounge. Clara got some soft drinks for us all, having decided that we had consumed enough alcohol.
Clara and I sat on the sofa while Michelle sat in the armchair. We watched a film for a few hours, my eyes occasionally wandering over both of them. After Clara climbed on me earlier, I knew she was on heat, so there was no doubt that she would relieve me of at least one load before we eventually went to sleep.
"Who is wearing the sexist shoes tonight?" Clara asked.
"Well, it's a tough choice, but both pairs are equally as good," I replied diplomatically.
"Ok, who has the sexist outfit on?" Clara questioned with a giggle.
"I love your dress, honey, but Michelle's revealing dress would win most contests, so It has to be Michelle, I'm afraid."
"Correct. At least I can rely on you, to be honest," Clara giggled. "I'm going to get ready for bed. See you in a bit," Clara said, kissing me softly. Michelle followed her soon after, but I stayed downstairs, knowing that Clara had a nighttime ritual that could take up to half an hour to perform.
I heard laughter and giggling from upstairs for a while before everything went quiet, so I made my way up the stairs and into the dark bedroom. I got undressed and climbed into bed, feeling a warm naked body next to me. My hands brushed up her legs and over the cheeks of her ass. I felt her move closer to me, her body now making contact with mine as she pressed herself against me. Then she slid down the bed and took my now hard cock in her hand, feeling her warm mouth spread over the head and take me slowly inside.
I let out a quiet moan so as not to disturb Michelle as I concentrated on her blowing me slowly. Suddenly, the bedside light was switched on, blinding me for a second, then I noticed Clara standing beside the bed and realised it was Michelle, now beneath the covers, blowing me slowly.
"Good, is she?" Clara giggled.
I pulled off the covers, revealing Michelle's blonde hair bobbing up and down on me.
Clara moved closer and kissed me before straddling my face, swinging a leg over me and lowering her wet pussy to my mouth. I noticed she was wearing her new red heels and a pair of white stockings as I ran my hands over her legs, feeling the soft satin encasing them. She gasped loudly as my tongue dived deep into her, seeking out her juices that were already flowing.
