All persons depicted are over 18.
This is the third part of the Ananda story. In 'Ananda Visits Her Nanny,' my friend's daughter visits and gets her cherry popped by me after a street festival. In the second part, 'Ananda Returns With Her Roommate,' Ananda returns a year later with her blonde roommate and shows me her new skills.
In this third part, Ananda leads her blonde roommate, my wife, and me on an exciting evening of sexy dresses, lewd public behavior, and girl-on-girl sex.
*
After Ananda gave me a mind-blowing blowjob while her blonde roommate watched, I left them alone to settle into their rooms. My wife, Holly, came home twenty minutes later and asked if our guests had arrived.
I said, "They're down in their rooms. I told them we would grill tonight, drink some wine, and talk. And, they are both gorgeous."
Since Holly had encouraged Ananda to seduce me a year ago so Ananda could get her v-card punched, I told her about the afternoon blowjob. Holly and I had a fun sex life, and other than the time with Ananda, neither one of us had strayed. I told her I had been the one to seduce Ananda. Holly just rolled her eyes.
Holly said, "Don't be silly. Girls have superpowers."
Ok, nothing more to say. Just then, Ananda and Gretchen came into the kitchen. They were wearing cover-ups over what I presumed were swimsuits. Holly hugged Ananda. Gretchen stepped up and introduced herself. Holly looked them both over.
Holly said, "I'm overdressed. Let me change. We can swim and talk while Tom fires up the grill."
That's me, Tom, a 38-year old software engineer with a 26-year-old hottie wife that I practically stole from her mama's cradle. I was on grill duty, and I could see Holly was interested in spending time with the girls. Quality time as it turned out.
As I got dinner organized, I made several trips to the pool to refill wine glasses and ogle all three. Holly had been a competitive synchronized swimmer in high school and was at home in the water. She was wearing her favorite suit when it was just us -- a skimpy black shelf-bra top and high cut bottom that made the best of her body she had toned with daily aerobics over the last year. It gave her heart-stopping cleavage and made her ass seem perfect. I loved this woman. She was smart, fun, sexy, and more than a little wild.
Ananda had put on a deep blue bikini that had ruffles at the breasts and hips. She must have bought it before she had developed her new curves. It was the kind of suit young girls wear to make the most of what they think they haven't enough. But now it was too small. It pushed her small breasts up until they almost spilled out of the top. And the bottom was so small it pulled up tight into a pronounced camel toe. I had known Ananda since she was a little girl. She wasn't that little girl anymore.
But when I looked at Gretchen, there was suddenly no sound I could hear, and nothing else I could see but this blonde goddess. Her blonde hair and tanned skin set off the color of her red bikini. The bottom was a nearly transparent red g-string. It fit so tight that I could have counted hairs had there been any. The lips of her labia were just puffy enough, but not too much. When she turned, there were only three strings meeting above her perfect ass covered with water droplets. Her top was a strapless marvel that presented her breasts to the world in a way that everything else stopped. She had put on lipstick that matched her red bikini.
"Earth to Tom," I finally heard my wife say, and all the girls laughed. "How's dinner doing?"
"First, let me say that you ladies are all the most alluring vision I've ever seen, each in your own way," I said. "It is an honor and a privilege to ogle you, and more. Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes, and the patio table is set. I've opened up good wine. Don't be late."
We ate salmon, drank some excellent Pinot Noir, and laughed for a couple of hours. Then our guests called it a night while Holly helped me clean up.
"They're both great, I like them," Holly said. "But don't get too many ideas. Ananda said Gretchen is a virgin and is saving herself for somebody. They're going hiking tomorrow. On Saturday, the three of us are going shopping. Then you are taking us all to Antoinette's."
Antoinette's is a fancy French restaurant near the country club. We weren't members of the club, but we did like to get dressed up and go there for dinner. The food was good, the service was perfect, and there was a dance floor in the basement bar. Holly liked to dress sexy when she went to Antoinette's. She liked to dance. I liked the plan.
*
On Saturday, the girls went to Holly's spa first thing in the morning. After lunch, they came home with many fancy bags, so their shopping trip must have been a success. I made cocktails at four with some cut vegetables and crackers. We sat in the shade on the patio and relaxed. The girls giggled about their shopping trip and said they might tell me later. When the day turned to sunset it was time to get ready for our dinner at Antoinette's.
Since it was near the country club, Antoinette's was more casual dress than formal, if your idea of casual is $600 sandals, $1000 cocktail dresses, and $1500 blazers. Holly and I weren't rich, but we both worked in the software industry and could afford a few luxuries. I wore my dark blue silk blazer that had a few darker colors woven in. I was ready, so I waited in the kitchen with a glass of water.
Gretchen came out first. She was, is, stunning. She was wearing a strapless white cocktail dress that wrapped tightly around her body. Her breasts didn't have to hold up the dress -- they could just be there like ripe golden apples on a platter. The loose skirt flared over her hips and stopped about mid-thigh. Her legs glimmered. She was wearing some stockings and fashionable high heels in a kind of apricot color.
"Wow," I said. She smiled and put on lipstick in a shade similar to her shoes.
