Early in our marriage, Martha and I both had good jobs and no kids, so we had money to spare. We bought a big house out in the sticks and gave lots of parties. After one particularly drunken night the two of us ended up at the end of the evening sprawled on the floor with our drinks in front of the fire. The only other person left was one of her friends from school. June was a stunner. Martha had only renewed contact when she tracked her down for the wedding. She was delighted to find she had recently moved back to her home town.
It seemed that at school and university the pair were real hell-raisers. I could believe that seeing June in action. Almost six feet tall before she put on her spike heels, she had the figure of a gymnast, well muscled with tight buttocks, flat stomach and pert breasts. She knew she looked good and dressed to show it. On that night she was in a very tight short skirt and a low cut blouse. I could see through the loose fabric and knew she had no bra. Almost every time I saw her she had on equally provocative clothing, which covered but hid nothing. Watching her dance was quite an experience. Dancing with her was unforgettable. More than once she had pulled me up to dance and left me exhausted by her sheer energy and aroused by her sensual grace. I have seen other men quickly excuse themselves from a dance so that they could adjust their clothing to hide highly visible erections. June of course knew exactly what she was doing and took great delight in the effect she had. Wives and girlfriends were less happy, although some were amused by their partner's discomfort, especially those dragged from the room a few minutes later for a robust quickie in a quiet corner. Others saw her, and frequently described her, as a lowlife tramp. Such people were not invited to our parties again if Martha had anything to do with it.
At work she had a similar impact, although she wasn't quite so outrageously dressed. Normally she wore a trouser suit. Had you seen it on a hanger, it would have looked suitable for a man, but once she was wearing it, any thought of masculinity, other than your own, vanished. The jacket would emphasise her slim waist then flare out over her broad hips. It was almost always cut short, emphasising her hard firm backside, each cheek clearly defined by tight fitting trousers. Typically she wore the jacket buttoned, fastening just below her breasts. I could never see a bra, but somehow the breasts would be uplifted, making them even more magnificent, with a deep cleavage.
Meeting her for coffee in town was always fun. When she walked in every man's eyes would follow her across the room as if magnetised, and not a few women too. She simply oozed sexuality from every pore. She knew it but would blithely ignore all the looks and stride over to me, bending forward to hold my head in one hand before kissing me on the cheek, flashing her cleavage at me as if by accident, but we both knew better. I could feel every eye on me then, radiating sheer hatred that I was the one with her, the one she touched.
On this evening we lay sprawled on the floor with our drinks, staring into the fire. The party had finished long ago, but we were comfortable and still had that pleasant buzz that comes from just enough alcohol, taken at just the right interval. I was especially relaxed, with Martha on one side and June on the other, their heads leaning against my shoulder. Whichever way I looked I saw a sexy woman. From my angle I had a splendid view of June's breasts, standing firm without any sign of sagging. Looking the other way I had a similar view of Martha's, slightly larger but softer and fuller. June's skirt had slid up, so that almost her full length of leg was exposed. I could just see the briefest sign of her panties. Martha had on a long soft summery dress, very sheer and by a trick of the light I could see her long firm legs through the soft fabric, again with the tiny triangle of her panties visible. I could have sat there all night, my arms around these glorious women but the music stopped. Neither of them made any move, then Martha nudged me to change the CD. Reluctantly I got up, and moved to the CD player. I turned round to ask what they wanted and saw that the two of them had shuffled up leaving me no room. They lay back against the sofa, arms around each other, Martha resting her head on June's shoulder with her eyes closed. I left them to it and put on something soft and smooth.
As I turned back I saw that Martha was idly playing with the fabric of June's blouse. It had come out from her skirt and rumpled up exposing her firm flat midriff.
"Oh my God," said Martha suddenly, "you've got a belly button ring. Let me see, let me see."
"That's not all," giggled June. "I have other piercings too."
"Show me, show me." June unbuttoned her blouse and took it off altogether, to reveal that her left nipple had also been pierced.
"I also have one here," she said, pointing to her crotch.
Martha's eyes widened. "What? I have to see that. Didn't it hurt?"
June looked over to me, still holding the CD case in my hand, open mouthed, then at Martha. "Are you sure?" she said. Martha nodded excitedly, her lips parted and slightly engorged, her breath coming quickly and her nostrils flaring.
"What about you?" said June, looking at me. I simply spread my hands and shrugged before pointing at Martha. "It's her call." There was no way I was going say no to this gorgeous creature stripping off in front of me.
June stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor, before stepping out of the tiniest pair of briefs I had ever seen. She turned to face us, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair before gently spreading the lips of her pussy and exposing a ring through the hood of her clitoris and two others through the labia.
I winced, but Martha sat up with fascination.
"Can I touch?" she said, her voice husky. I recognised that tone, it meant she was highly aroused. June simply nodded, breathing harshly. Martha knelt in front of her. Neither of them were looking at me, June was watching Martha intensely while Martha had her whole attention on the rings in June's pussy lips.
June sat down on the sofa, legs spread wide. Martha reached out and gently twisted June's nipple ring. June cupped one of Martha's breasts in her hand and tweaked the nipple. Martha's nipples were very sensitive and doing that normally moved her very quickly into high gear so I was surprised and not a little turned on to see the same thing happen when a woman did it. Martha moved closer, looking up into June's face then drew it down towards her and kissed her deeply.
The two pulled apart again, breathing hard. Martha sat back on her heels and gently parted June's pussy lips before leaning forward again and blowing across the clearly engorged clitoris. She flicked at the clit ring and June shivered with pleasure. She leant forward and flicked again at the ring, this time with her tongue. I could see it flicking in and out, probing into June's pussy, working at each piercing in turn. Both of them were breathing heavily by now and fully aroused. I could see a flush spreading across June's neck and down across her breasts. I moved slightly to see better and could see that Martha's nipples were hard and full, standing out like marbles. I rarely saw her so aroused. Without looking at me Martha stood and pulled June up from the sofa and led her to the door without a word. It was as if I had vanished from the room. As they went out, June looked over her shoulder and held out her hand for me to follow, which rather sheepishly I did. Martha led June up the stairs. I stood back and savoured the view as they went, arms around each other's waist, Martha caressing June's tight naked backside. It was an entrancing sight, but I wondered if tonight I was to be just a voyeur.
We got to the bedroom, Martha still ignoring me, entirely focused on June. She threw back the covers on the large bed, took June's hand and pulled her down so that they lay side by side, facing each other. From my position I could see them hip to hip, groin to groin, breast to breast, face to face. I stiffened as they slowly caressed each other, each movement mirrored by the other.
