Sunday began much like Saturday had: I awoke to find Amelié in the kitchen without pants on, Julia came downstairs and was greeted with kisses on the cheek, Amelié took a shower, and I tried my best to avoid staring at Amelié as she climbed the stairs in her towel.
This time though, when Amelié came back downstairs, she was wearing a neon pink push up sports bra and cardinal red yoga pants. Although she was technically all covered up, the outfit revealed the exact shape of her body and I couldn't help but study every inch until it was committed to memory.
"I thought I'd warm up with a little yoga, while you're in the shower," Amelié informed Julia.
"Exercising on vacation? I envy your commitment!" Julia complimented cheerfully. "I'll go shower right now, so you can have all the floor space you need."
Julia disappeared into the bathroom, and Amelié turned to me with an innocent smile. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked me.
"Nuh- no, go right ahead!" I answered just a little too eagerly.
As someone who had never done yoga before, as far as I could tell, Amelié's routine was composed entirely of real yoga poses - it just seemed pretty heavily populated with poses that would project her tits and ass. Every move seemed to thrust her chest up and out toward me, unless she was bent over facing away from me so her butt was right at my eye level. I became particularly suspicious when she said she needed to use the armrest of my sofa for leverage. Her next few poses involved A) raising her torso up like the Little Mermaid, if the armrest were the giant rock, B) squatting with one leg on the floor and the other extended straight out parallel to the floor with her bare foot on the armrest, and C) folding herself in half at the waist to touch her toes without bending her knees, using the armrest as support for the back of her legs to prevent her from falling over. If my memory was missing any details of Amelié's curves, they had been filled in now.
By the time I heard the shower's water shut off, I was well on my way to another full erection. Julia opened the bathroom door and stepped out into our open-concept living space, covered only in the towel wrapped around her torso and upper thighs. I was considering how to subtly indicate to Julia that I needed my daily ball draining, when Amelié stole my opportunity.
"Hey girl!" Amelié addressed my wife. "Throw on some workout clothes. I need to burn off some more energy. Let's jog to this brunch spot I saw on Instagram."
"What? But I just finished showering. I should've waited to shower until after our jog." Julia grumbled. "Can we wait like a couple hours?"
"No!" Amelié insisted. "The place only serves brunch, so we gotta go now if we wanna get there before they close, slash if we wanna get there before they run out of the good pastries."
A run, and brunch, and then they had to make their way home? It was starting to sound like I wasn't gonna get any relief this morning!
"Fine, fine," Julia of course acquiesced to our guest. "I'll go get dressed." Julia went upstairs.
Amelié turned toward me with a smirk. "You'll be okay here by yourself for a couple hours, right?" she asked rhetorically. I swear I saw her eyes flick toward the lump in the blanket where my half-hard dick was. Then she clasped her hands together, raised them above her head, and stretched until she was on tiptoe, thrusting her cleavage forward again.
Julia came back downstairs, now dressed in an outfit that matched Amelié's, except Julia's sports bra was turquoise and her yoga pants were a royal blue. Amelié may have had the bigger tits, but damn did Julia's ass pull the focus.
Amelié wolf whistled. "Damn, girl. You look good! Your hourglass shape has filled out since I last saw you."
Julia blushed. "Well, I've been working out a bit, but I'm still so thick. I wish I were more petite like you." She complimented her longtime friend, while putting her hair up in a ponytail.
"Nonsense!" Amelié replied. "You're hot!" Then she turned to me. "I'll have this one back to you in about two hours, unless I decide to keep her for myself."
The girls laughed together. "See you later, hon!" Julia opened the door to lead the way out. Amelié, following closely behind, slapped Julia on the ass, and the sharp crack of her hand on Julia's tight, toned posterior made me jump.
As the girls exited and closed the door behind them, I was left alone on the pull-out couch. I could masturbate, but why? I knew for sure I'd be getting a blowjob at some point today. Did I need to cum so urgently that I couldn't wait? Plus, would I blow my cover? I'd make a mess, I'd have to shower, Julia would know I masturbated...and that would ruin my whole plan. She'd know she didn't need to give me daily blowjobs anymore. No, I'd better wait. I sighed and turned on the tv.
***
It ended up being almost four hours when the girls finally returned. I heard the two brunettes giggling before they actually reached our front door. I paused the TV as they entered.
