It had turned into a lazy Friday afternoon.
After our post-lunch exertions and clean-up, there was an unspoken agreement to at least hang out for while and all three of us had climbed back into our kingsize bed. Somehow I had naturally, perhaps as the only man, ended up in the middle with Nicole on my right as usual, her naked body molded against me and head on my shoulder, mirrored by Mireille on my left. Their conversation had inevitably switched to their native french language and although I mostly understood, I just listened and marveled at the similarities and contrasts between them.
Mireille was dark-haired, olive-skinned and a touch taller than my strawberry blonde blue-eyed wife. That said, laying here in bed and closing my eyes I'd have trouble telling them apart; two womanly, warm and very sensual bodies, their breasts pressed against me.
Nicole is outgoing and flirtatious, as adventurous as she is my wife has never quite shaken her nobility upbringing that always implied too many thing are taboo. Mireille on the other hand started off a little cooler, maybe because we'd met as her customers in the bistro, but was supremely open and matter-of-fact when it came to experiences and preferences.
As I felt hands touching across my abdomen I knew the ladies were rapidly becoming good friends when, as one, their hands descended down between my legs. Mireille switched to english.
"Mmm, your husband has a nice..eh..zob."
"Cock. Ugh. French names are always nicer. " Nicole translated. "And yes, I think it's nice!"
"Merci for sharing it with me. He uses it well; you're very lucky Nicole." Mireille continued.
This flattering discussion, and the hands gently caressing me was causing a stirring in my loins.
"Merci à toi aussi Mireille. I've never experienced another woman in bed; and to have this experience with someone as gorgeous as you is just perfect." Nicole returned the thanks. "I'd never have imagined this was going to happen today."
"The day isn't over yet." Mireille said suggestively enough for me to harden and one of their hands stroked my resultant erection.
"Then I'd like a glass of wine before we start again." Nicole replied glancing at the clock. "Would you mind bringing us some chouchou?" She asked me.
Any reluctance on my part to get out of bed was more than tempered by the fact that my wife had implicitly stated that our afternoon adventure with Mireille was about to continue. I pulled on a pair of sweats and headed down to the kitchen to open a Chateau La Cabanne Pomerol, it was a 2016 so deserved a little more time to breath but would taste great in any case; I gave myself a minute to find three of our large Riedel glasses, before unleashing the bass glugging of wine from the bottle. Carrying the three glasses carefully I went back up the stairs.
