Two Couples Become One

Two Tales Become One

After Jayne and I came back our trip to Lanzarote, it was clear we were not a dirty little secret. I still cringe thinking about how I acted with Sarah, not having the strength of character to acknowledge how I felt. She was fine and we kept in touch. She was genuinely pleased for us and that one-month subscription to Match.com was her parting gift to my future happiness. She even promised to dance at our wedding!

Autumn gave way to winter, and our Lanzarote trip became a distant, if fond memory. More family and friends were introduced, and we were an item. This raised a few eyebrows occasionally, but on the whole, we were accepted. People at work were fine, so much so that I was able to bring Jayne along to the Christmas Party Night in one of Glasgow’s top hotels. The food was good, wine flowed, the band were brilliant.

I reprised my tuxedo role. To many admiring comments from colleagues. Jayne looked fantastic in a slightly low-cut cocktail dress. Also, short enough to show off her legs. I felt a surge of pride when I saw her. We danced the night away and later on we both went to the bar, more than a little merry. As we queued at the bar, I stood behind Jayne and nuzzled in discreetly, my hands on her waist. I became aware of a lady staring. “Sorry for staring, you reminded me of something” she stammered. “No problem, sorry if you’re uncomfortable, but it is 2022” Jayne pointed out. “Anything but offended, just reminded me of something I saw from a train during the summer” she replied. I must have lit up like a light remembering the thrill I’d thought I’d got when Erica and I got together and forgot to close the curtains……

“You’ve gone very quiet!” Jayne said to me, picking up on my embarrassment. “I’m pleading the Fifth Amendment!” I managed to get out while blushing. Jayne was revelling in my discomfort. “Go on!” Jayne pushed, mercilessly. She knew a wee bit and we both put two and two together at the same time. “I’m Jayne” she said and offered her hand to the woman. “I’m Sally” she replied. She was similar height and build to Jayne, but brown, not black hair. “This is Pamela, my girlfriend” Jayne took the time to introduce the still blushing me. “I will go order a bottle of champagne and we can have a chat with Sally” she continued. I was still shell shocked and meekly followed them to a chair in a quiet corner where we could chat.

Jayne quickly reappeared with something expensive and three glasses. I started to regain some composure and hopefully dignity! They ganged up on me and begged me to tell the story. Jayne knew the bones of it when I told her I got a kick out of it. I recounted the story from the start right through to my dating Erica and Jayne. Jayne knew it all as I was upfront at all times. Sally told us that having seen Erica and I together right up to when I put on my strap on. She found it a turn on and ended up having a similar relationship with Lauren as I had with Sarah.

She had found the voyeurism of it a turn on too. We spent the next few glasses of bubbly discussing what was seen and what it had spawned. “Are you staying here tonight?” Jayne asked. Sally replied she was. “If you want, you can watch Pamela fuck me with the same strap on you saw?” She gave me a conspiring wink. “Isn’t that a bit sleazy?” Sally replied. “Why not? Pamela likes it, you liked it. I’ve not tried it. I’m too vanilla!” Jayne countered. Jayne went and ordered another bottle, grabbing it and three glasses we headed to our room.

Giggling we fell into our room, and I started to kiss Jayne fully. She slipped my tuxedo jacket off my shoulders as I slipped her straps over her shoulders. I felt Jayne tug my shirt out the waist of my trousers. She kept tugging and pulled the shirt up over my head. I removed it as well as the slip I was wearing underneath that preserved my modesty. We were getting more fired up and horny. I unzipped Jayne’s dress and it fell to the floor, she in her bra, tights and knickers, me standing topless. Hair which had been carefully manicured was now dishevelled. We stared into each other's eyes, a pregnant pause, waiting for the other to make the first move. I lunged forward, pushing Jayne so she fell back on the bed, landing with a sequel. We kissed, and while running my fingers of my left hand through her rich main, with my right, I slipped my hand behind her and undid her bra in one move.

“That was slick!” Sally exclaimed. I’d forgotten she was there; the bubbly must’ve been stronger than I’d guessed….. I then slipped her tights and knickers off and she was lying there, spread-eagled. I worked my way up her body, kissing her, stroking her and savouring the feeling of her considerably larger breasts against my humbler, if not perter ones. We had tongues in each other's mouthes. After a few minutes of wild kissing, I stood up and slipping my hands on her thighs, I slid her down towards the edge of the bed. Her feet were at the edge, flat on the mattress and I knelt down, my face above her now very excited pussy.

I gently started kissing her outer lips. We’d both just been waxed, so I knew she was ready for this. Slowly and gently I worked my way round her. My tongue gently probing her inner flaps. This got her more excited and in turn wetter, which only encouraged me more. I looked up and saw Jayne had started to caress her breasts, her breathing getting heavier. I looked over at Sally who had slipped her left hand inside her yellow blouse with her right stroking her crotch. “You can watch, or you can help me here” I said. “Go kiss and caress her while I keep licking”. Sally jumped up instantly and started to kiss my girlfriend. She wasn’t slow in putting her hands on Jayne’s chest. I got a good view of this as I looked up from licking my girlfriend’s clit.

Jayne was now writhing around the bed, head rolling side to side as Sally was now focussing on Jayne’s chest. Stroking them with both hands, nibbling her nipples mercilessly. I felt Jayne get quieter as she neared climax. Eventually she arched her back and with a barely suppressed scream, she orgasmed. “Wow!” Jayne eventually panted. “My ex-husband was pestering me for a threesome before we had a family, missed opportunity!”

“Right you” I said, “pass me my overnight bag, now I’m about to get my revenge for outing me!” Sally picked it up and handed it to me. I took off my shoes, socks, trousers and knickers. I stood there, not a stitch on. I didn’t feel embarrassed, both had seen me naked after all. I stepped into the harness of the strap on and tightened the straps. “You”, pointing at Jayne, “suck this then doggy style on the edge of the bed”. Jayne got up, and on all fours pushed her bum out and I lined my plastic penis into position. I felt myself slip into her. I started with a gentle rhythm, watching Jayne side on in the wall mounted mirror. I loved the way her heaving breasts moved in tandem with our love making. Much as I’m a breast woman, I couldn’t reach her to touch them.

“So, this is what I missed when the train pulled out?” Sally asked. “Yup, you should have got off and watched from the platform” I grunted in reply as I worked both Jayne and me more. Jayne was pushing back hard, I put my hands on her waist and pushed forward for all I was worth, more to keep my balance. I recognised the tempo of Jayne’s breathing, telling me she was about to come. “Fuck! Enough! I’ve had enough! Please!” Jayne cried as she collapsed onto the bed. She had a sheen of sweat across her forehead, her hands were shaking. I lay on my side behind Jayne, and she slipped her legs over mine. She was beaten.

It was odd to start a conversation with Sally who was sitting there, transfixed. “I don’t know who enjoyed that more, me watching, or you two putting on a show.” She said. Jayne replied that it was the first time she had put on a show for anyone, unlike me! “Come and join us” I said and waved her over. Jayne and I were still intertwined. Sally took her blue trousers and yellow blouse off, then her underwear. She had a decent figure for her age and good boobs, but for her hair colour, she was similar build and age to Jayne. Secretly I wanted a go at playing with both women’s breasts at the same time. I was to Jayne’s right and slightly behind the way she had wrapped her legs over mine as I lay side on. Sally lay to her left. My right hand was holding Jayne’s left to her left breast. I could feel her heart beating, slowly calming down. Sally lay on her right and put her left hand on our enmeshed fingers. Sally slowly started to stroke Jayne on the arm and then brow. They then started to kiss. There was no embarrassment, my girlfriend kissing this woman who once seen me briefly fuck Erica.

Their kissing got stronger, and I didn’t want to be left out. They started caressing each other, caught up in the moment. I positioned the strap on at Jayne’s pussy and gently started to rock back and forward. I felt this plastic substitute slip further in each time. Jayne was wet and randy for more, even though a few minutes ago she pled for a break. Good recovery there girl!l. I’d never used the strap on like that before. Doggy? Missionary? Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? All of the above, but never side on. Jayne dug her heals in, pulling my hips closer to her, pulling me deeper. I decided to give it all I had and went for it. Jayne seemed to like being ravished and fucked at the same time.

“How does it compare to the real thing?” Sally asked Jayne. “It is not quite the same. Remember it is plastic, so no give, nor is there any nerves that gives a penis the reflex to move around. However, women know what they like and are more in-tune with the other’s wants. And a good hard shag is a good follow on from an oral orgasm. I’m not wanting to go back, let’s put it that way. Pamela is a great lover on an emotional, romantic and physical level.” “I wish I had someone like that in my life, male or female.” Sally replied. “You two are lucky to have each other, I am happy for you, and slightly jealous”, she continued.

I looked over at Jayne and she nodded back. “Why don’t you stay the night? You’re booked in here anyway.” I ventured. “Just give me a breather after my recent exertions. It is better than the gym though!” The other two giggled at that.

“Pamela is a breast woman, I love eating pussy, would you like me to go down on you?” Jayne asked. “This is surreal! But yes please!” Sally replied. We disentangled ourselves and Jayne parted Sally’s legs and started licking her. I started kissing Sally, caressing her breasts. Her nipples swelling up with arousal.

Sally was a bit slow to start, but Jayne must’ve been working her pussy hard as soon her breathing started to deepen, and her tongue started to seek mine out in my mouth. Her breasts were a bit firmer than Jayne’s, but just as tactile. Her nipples were like rocks as I gently played with them with my fingertips. I was in heaven. I was surprised how much I actually enjoyed kissing a woman. My insecurity regarding my lack of cleavage would be understandable, but Sally didn’t seem to be disappointed as she reciprocated.

Pretty soon Sally was on the point of coming. She tensed, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth. She just lay there, satisfied with a lopsided grin. “I’d forgotten how good that could be, this isn’t my first girly threesome, Lauren, my ex, and I hooked up with her ex. Loved it, but felt it was great physically, but not emotionally” Sally offered. Jayne empathised, “I wasn’t sure if I wanted friends with benefits or more, but Pamela blew me away, emotionally and physically. Her little toy can be devastating!” “Go for it! Please.” Sally said looking at me.

I got off the bed and pulled her by the legs so that her bum was on the edge. I leant forward and resumed kissing her. I slipped my right hand on to the infamous strap on and lined it up on her pussy. It was still moist from her recent orgasm. Sally gasped as I slipped it in. I felt some resistance, but after a few strokes, I was slipping in and out easily. I grabbed each thigh with a hand and lifted her legs up to make her more accessible. Sally wrapped her ankles round my back as I fucked her harder and harder. Her breasts were moving in unison with her body. Jayne was transfixed. She was watching Sally contort her face and body, pretty much the same way she did when I did this to her. Sally climaxed again with an arching of her back and legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her and squeezing me tight. That was four women I’d brought to orgasm with this toy. The irony of Sally seeing me through the window all those months ago with it, then using it on her wasn’t lost on her.

We lay together, stroking and kissing each other. “That was fantastic!” Sally said eventually, breaking the silence. “You are better than a man, what’s your technique?” “I just know what I like, orally and penetratively, so do the same” I replied. “I’m a late to it breast fetish lesbian, so, watching a woman move because of me, I love it”. Sally was intrigued, “How do you like it done to you?” “Never had it done to me, plenty of oral and tongues, but yet to actually be fucked by a woman” I replied candidly. “Can I try on you?” Sally asked. “Take it off and get me strapped in”.

Jayne and Sally unharnessed me and put Sally in, adjusting the straps to suit her more feminine figure. “Right, you, same as you did to me, edge of bed and spread them!” With a certain trepidation, I’d done it often enough, Erica and Jayne swore by my efforts, but being on the receiving end? Sally was about to pop my strap on cherry, strangely after I’d taken three women’s cherries.

Sally was a bit rough, but for a first attempt, I loved it. She built a head of steam. I was focussed on watching her bouncing breasts, moving tantalisingly out of reach. I looked over at Jayne and saw she was enjoying this. She was stroking her pussy and massaging her breasts slowly. I motioned her over and she straddled my face, so I was licking her pussy as she faced Sally.

I devoured her pussy as I was getting fucked silly. This was a turn on. I heard Sally and Jayne kiss and both Jayne and I were starting to breathe heavier as Sally brought me to a climax while I was licking Jayne to her orgasm. All three of us came together and collapsed in a heap. No one moved for a very long time.

“Ok, that was my first threesome” Jayne broke the silence. I said the same for me, but Sally admitted to one with an ex and her girlfriend. “I could do that again sometime” Jayne added. We all climbed under the sheets and feel into a drunken sleep. The alarm went off at 08:00 the following morning and we got up and dressed. Sally popped back to her room, ironically, just along the corridor, got changed then joined us for breakfast.

We enjoyed a good, cooked breakfast, exchanged contact details and split for our Christmas break with our families. I split my time between my family and Jayne’s. I spoilt her daughters, and we had a few lovely nights, both in and out. After my liver had been abused for so long, we went back to work. On the first day back, everyone caught up with colleagues and had a good gossip. No one embarrassed themselves at the party, not that I would know, Jayne and Sally were better offers.

Standing at the coffee machine, Bryony, one of the export sales managers came up and wished me a happy new year. She was not someone I knew well, but she was always pleasant enough. “Was that your date you were with?” She asked. Yes, “Jayne is my partner.” I replied. “I never realised you were LGBT” was her reply. “Neither did I until last summer!” I laughed. “Do go on!” Bryony said in a conspirator type whisper. “Too long to tell here” I replied, building her curiosity. “I’ve just had my bonus calculated, you provide the gossip, I will provide lunch?”

Over lunch, I gave Bryony a low down on my last year’s dating and how it came about. She seemed impressed. I never said anything about Sally, but she brought her up. “Who was that you were drinking with at the party? I thought I recognised her.” “She thought she had seen me before, but that was the first time I’d ever spoken with her” I replied truthfully, but slightly evasively. Certain things do not need to be the subject of office gossip. “Why do you ask?” I enquired. “I thought I recognised her. I think she’s on the same train as me occasionally” Bryony replied. “She’s a nice lady, good chat at the party and loves her bubbly”. I added but keeping certain information private. Jayne and I had planned another night with her at mine. Her girls spent a Tuesday night at their dad’s house, and we made full use of it.

Then it hit me. “Are you interested in Sally? Would you like to meet her?” I ventured. “If I can rely on your discretion, I would. I am a very shy person, closet bi and don’t want the stress”. “A relationship? A dirty little secret? A see how it goes?” Having been there, I understood her thinking. “I am off to South America on business for four weeks, I would be interested in an introduction”. I smiled and told her I would see what I could do.

I got Bryony to give a rundown on herself. Early thirties. 5’4”, fair to mouse brown long hair. Loved classical music and classic rock. Culture vulture too. I told her I would ask Sally.

Jayne and I met for our date night the following Tuesday, Jayne asked about another date night at my flat with Sally. She didn’t want a three-way relationship, but it was fun. I then told her about Bryony. We could ask Sally about both. We agreed it’d be a good thing to ask Sally.

I worked out that Bryony would be back in early February. Midweek was her usual time she arrived back, so I suggested Friday night. Jayne’s girls were with their dad, and we could have the Saturday as our St Valentine’s Day, a few days early. This would give Bryony a chance to get over jet lag, sort herself out and generally catch her breath.

During our prearranged date night with Sally, I asked her what she would like longer term. Her reply surprised me a bit, but I also got it. “I am interested in a more public relationship. You guys have shown me that it can work. Pamela and I mirror each other to a certain degree, in that any previous relationship was below the radar to one degree or another”.

“Funny you should say that, a colleague saw us three at the Christmas party and she thought she recognised you from the commute. She is interested in meeting you, if you’re interested?” I put it to her. “She saw us at breakfast! Relax!” I added quickly. Sally thought about it a bit and decided to sleep on it. Like with three pillows in my bed that’d be an option…..

Over breakfast, Sally asked when they could meet. I told her of Bryony’s itinerary with her job, and she could be guaranteed a St Valentines Day date…. We agreed to keep it low key and see how it went. I suggested a pizza and Prosecco night at my flat. I had a single room with a bed.

I pinged Bryony an email in very general terms saying that Sally had agreed to meet her. We would arrange a Friday night girls' night at my flat and take it from there. A year ago, I was straight, now I was organising a lesbian date for the woman I’d inspired, albeit unwittingly!

After a few girls’ nights with Sally, Friday the 10th of February 2023 finally came. Bryony had left work early for a dental appointment, then went home to get changed and headed over to my flat. Jayne had let herself in and was looking radiant. I am still pinching myself on that one. She and Sally had outdone themselves. Jayne was in a catsuit. At her age and two daughters? Wow! Sally was in a silk blouse, eye catching in that it showed her curves beautifully and was slightly lower cut than normal. However, in fairness she knew I was a breast girl.

We had some nibbles and bubbles waiting for Bryony, General girly chit chat. At seven o’clock Bryony arrived. I’d always thought her a pretty Plain Jane. How wrong I was. She clearly dressed for work. And dressed to impress at play. She was wearing 3” heals, black jeans and white, off the shoulder top. And me being me, noticed how well stacked she was. 34D?

I was a bit apprehensive for both of them, but after introductions, they were both relaxed. We sat down and enjoyed a tagliatelle Bolognese I’d made for the occasion. Afterwards it was back to the sitting room and Sally and Bryony automatically sat together, while not holding hands, clearly were developing their own chemistry. I was just standing up to go and get another bottle when I noticed Bryony remove a stray lash from Sally’s face. I decided to get Jayne out of there and give me a hand with nibbles. Even though there was still some left. I did explain though.

Coming back a few minutes later I saw Sally had her right arm around Bryony’s neck and was stroking her hair and earring. They were beaming, so my suspicions were confirmed! I returned to the fridge and swapped the Prosecco for Champagne. Bryony seemed quite relaxed for someone who may have fucked a few women had never dated one.

At the end of the evening, we all looked like two newly married couples. Sally playing with Bryony’s hair and Jayne lying across my lap and holding hands with me. I explained to Bryony how the chain of events happened. I’d been seduced and had enjoyed a same sex relationship with Sarah and how it had ended. I told her about briefly dating Erica but was delighted with my life with Jayne. I omitted the show I’d put with Erica as I felt that was personal information that wasn’t important to the story. If things happened with her and Sally, in time we could tell her about the three in a bed, but that was for another day.

Sally and Bryony were wanting to see the legendary photo Sarah had taken of me in a tuxedo. Jayne duly obliged. “Wow! I’d have dated you myself!” Sally squealed. This did wonders for the ego, but for all that Sally had been in our bed and shared our space, Jayne is who I want and nothing more complicated. “Do you still have it?” Bryony asked. “No, but I did buy one later” I replied. “Go get it! You looked amazing, I want to see it!” “But only as you were!” Jayne fired in laughing.

Two minutes later wearing only a tuxedo I reappeared. I pulled my scrunchie out and let my hair fall loose. I recreated the image as best I could. This met with whistles and applause of approval. My neighbours must be wondering what was going on.

Eventually the night drew to a close. Sally had arranged to use the spare room. I wasn’t going to pressure those two, “take me to bed, or lose me forever” Jayne slurred slightly, quoting Top Gun. As a show of bravado, I picked her up in my arms and carried her through to the bedroom. I popped back and answered the unasked question and said if Bryony was ok to share a single bed or sleep on the sofa, I’d arrange breakfast. There was also another bottle of white wine in the fridge. I also threw a couple of t shirts in for pyjamas the next morning and breakfast on to the spare room bed. I actually enjoyed sharing a single bed with another woman. My limited experience with Erica taught me that.

About three o’clock, I woke and realised I’d not left Jayne and I a glass of water. Jayne was out for the count, but I got up, went to the toilet and went to the kitchen. As I passed the spare room, I heard giggling. Sally and Bryony had obviously decided that they liked each other. I poured a pint glass and was drinking from it when I heard the bedroom door open. Bryony walked out and into the bathroom. Not a stitch on. I’d put on a bathrobe so as not to offend any visitors. Bryony’s breasts swung from side to side. Not as pert as Sally nor Jayne even but had a life of their own. Sally followed her and she proceeded to make me jealous. Of sorts. This put me in mind to do this to Jayne, but she massaged her stomach and nibbled her ears. Sally wouldn’t let Bryony turn around and worked her breasts mercilessly. I was getting horny at the sight of my guests getting frisky. As they returned to my spare room Sally noticed me standing, glass in hand, transfixed. She just winked and carried on, leaving the door open.

I passed a moment later and hazarded a glance in. Sally was on top of Bryony, kissing her and starting to grind her pubis bone against her new girlfriend. Bryony was surprised to see me looking in, but was too turned on to stop herself, or Sally. Sally’s hands were on Bryony’s chest when they came. They were wrapped up in each other, savouring the moment with the other. Sally started to massage Bryony’s pussy. I noticed that Sally was shaved, Bryony was trimmed down there. Sally put her left leg under Bryony’s right and lined their pussies up for a scissor motion grinding session. Their hips rocked side to side as their pussy lips were ground. Both came quickly as they were very excited.

I felt guilty, I’d been happy to be an exhibitionist and take a second lover, but the first I was showing the pregnant Erica how a woman fucks a woman. Second, my partner was involved as an equal. This felt wrong. When they’d settled, I told them how I felt. I felt I was being unfaithful to Jayne, who was sleeping in my bed. I was genuinely glad they’d hooked up. The chemistry was there for all to see.

But I did enjoy watching them at it and understood why Sally found it a turn on. I said I was going to go back to bed, but we could talk about it at breakfast. I said Jayne loved sharing our bed, but it was a twosome only relationship. That seemed to have been accepted by all.

Now to persuade Jayne to try a foursome…..

A little woozy the next morning, I got up put my dressing gown on and went to the toilet. The water I’d drunk had kept the worst dehydration at bay and I hadn’t drunk that much. I brushed my teeth and went and started preparing breakfast. As I walked out the kitchen and into the hall the two still naked bodies of Sally and Bryony disappeared into the bathroom.

I heard the shower run, it wasn’t an electric one, rather direct from the boiler, so it took a few minutes to warm up, but gave a great shower. It was one of the things that sold me on the flat. That shower, along with a P shaped bath and a balcony. The giggles from the bathroom told me that Sally and Bryony were getting on very well. A few minutes later they emerged, still naked and holding hands. They burst out laughing when they saw they had me looking at them. “You can’t keep your eyes off us!” Said Sally. I’d certainly enjoyed the voyeurism of the moment and was happy enough to admit it.

Thankfully Jayne appeared, dressed in a nighty, coming to my rescue. Seeing them nude, quick as a flash she said, “Sally, meet one of Pamela’s colleagues, Bryony, Bryony, meet Sally, a friend.” Thankfully that broke the tension. Thinking they’d get dressed I went and brought through the coffee and toast. They sat down as they were. “And I thought it was just Pamela who was the exhibitionist” added Jayne.


It was surreal, these two who’d met last night were not only clearly into each other, but also were not shy about it. “We will get the dishes” Sally said. Bryony started to wash, and Sally held her close. Their bodies moulding into each other. “For someone who has an aura of calmness and not getting distracted Pamela, you certainly can’t focus on anything but us” Bryony eventually said. Not the image you’d portray in the office I imagined. “Right, your turn, we put on a show for Pamela last night”.

Jayne looked up, slightly startled, but kept her head. She stood up, slipped her night shirt over her head and offered me her hand. I stood up and she undid the knot at my waist, letting the gown fall to the floor. Jayne was the only one wearing anything, a pair of knickers and no more. I started to kiss her, hands all over her head, hair, shoulders and chest. I started to work my way south. Her nipples were like rocks in anticipation of getting my full attention. As I stooped and then crouched down, I was kissing her stomach. My hands were on her bum as I started to pull the gusset and slip her knickers over her hips, sliding them down her legs.

Her pussy was glistening as she pulled my head on to her scent filled sex. Her hands moved me into position and I could start licking her. Slowly at first, then building a rhythm, she was shivering in anticipation. I heard Sally and Bryony stand up and approach Jayne. Sally stood behind her and stroked Jayne’s hands as they held my head on her now wet pussy. Bryony started to kiss Jayne and gently stroked her stomach, chest, face and shoulders.

She came with a suppressed scream. I remembered what I’d done with Sarah, when I’d rimmed her. I grabbed Jayne’s hand and dragged her to the bathroom. I ran the shower and pulled her in, making sure I’d soaped her all over. After drying her off, I walked her back to the living room and told her to stand there. “Bryony, you take her pussy, Sally, kiss her. Leave the rest to me”. As they took their positions, Jayne looked a bit apprehensive. “Don’t worry honey, this you’ll love. I hope!” I started nibbling Jayne’s neck and shoulders, working my way down her spine. I nibbled her bum cheeks and hips. As I did this I heard her sighing.

I started tonguing her bum crack. I pulled her bum cheeks apart and let my tongue delve deeper. This must’ve been electric for her as I felt her tense up, then relax as she overcame her initial discomfort. I ate her ass with all I had. I felt Bryony move her hands round the other side so she held Jayne’s bum cheeks open, and I did the same with her now well used pussy lips. I’m sure Jayne would’ve collapsed had Bryony and I not been holding her up. When she came, she had the most intense orgasm, she female ejaculated. I also noticed Jayne was crying. “I’ve never felt that before!” She mumbled. I stood up and held her close as she cried on my shoulder.

Bryony’s face was covered in Jayne’s juices. Sally took Bryony’s hand and started to lick Jayne’s juices off Bryony’s face. She ran her tongue over Bryony’s lips, chin, nose and for a tender moment Bryony’s eyelids. Jayne just stood there, unable to comprehend what she had just experienced. Her hair was dishevelled and to put it mildly, looked as though she had been well fucked.

“What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?” Jayne asked after she regained her composure. Sally was first to reply, “I had a blind date someone pestered me into with a guy they know, but I’m thinking of cancelling.” “I hope so! I’m going to see if I can get my pussy waxed today, seeing you guys all smooth made me feel the odd one out” Bryony replied. “Why not come back for dinner?” I replied. “Order pizza or something?” Sally told us her flat mate was not going out, so that worked for her. “I will be here most of the day, see you when you get back”.

Jayne and I pottered around all day, eventually getting our clothes on and grabbing some groceries. I bought plenty of pizzas, Prosecco and nibbles for that night. We were putting them away when Bryony and Sally came back. Bryony hadn’t been waxed on the pussy before and it seems it was a shock to the system. “Look! I’m still red!” As she pulled her skirt up to show some angry skin where an hour ago or so, her pubic hair had been removed. “Sally, I bet that’ll make her more tender, why not use it to her advantage?” Jayne suggested. “Go down on her!”

Sally looked at Bryony and smiled. “Lose the clothes and over there!” Pointing to the sofa. “This I have to see!” Jayne chimed in. After the morning’s fooling around, Bryony wasn’t shy in stripping off. Sally went for it. Licking her girlfriend’s pussy as hard as I’ve ever seen. Bryony curled her toes and bunched her hands as she got aroused. Sally licked not just her pussy lips and clit, she was fingering Bryony at the same time as licking her pubis bone, the area the most red. Her hips were swinging from side to side, working in tandem with Sally. “You’re the breast fanatic, play with her” Jayne whispered in my ear. I sat down beside her and went to work. Bryony looked up, slightly surprised and slipped her hands onto my T-shirt pulling the, up. She dug her nails into my back as her sexual temperature rose. I’m not a fan of nails digging in, so asked her to gently caress my back instead. “Sorry! Just got carried away, I hope I haven’t left any marks!” Bryony spluttered. I hoped so too. That may raise eyebrows at the gym.

With Bryony nude and me topless, we must’ve made quite a sight. Jayne took my hand and sat down; Sally did the same with Bryony. If someone had seen us, it’d have taken some explaining. Long and short Bryony and I never dressed. I had an epiphany, in the past, my lack of chest made me insecure, but I was topless in front of three well stacked women and felt fine. I even thought I’d caught them looking at me. Bryony walked around in a confident manner showing off a great figure and the red skin where she had been waxed had settled down. We carried on drinking until midnight when took Sallys’s and my hands and suggested we go to bed. “Bryony, go get the pillows from the spare room, let’s make it a girls’ night to remember?”

We all slumped into bed. Mainly with our own partner, but while I was going down on Jayne, I saw her holding hands with Sally. All the while Bryony was likewise devouring Sally’s pussy. After they both came together they kissed each other openly and deeply. “After that, our turn to lick your pussies” Sally said. Not a hardship! As we swapped over, I noticed Jayne, Sally and Bryony started to stroke me. My stomach, neck and chest. “Jayne, you’re a lucky woman, I’ve just realised how much I love women’s breasts like this, champagne saucer style with a pert, chewable nipple” Bryony said. “Historically I’d always fancied someone as stacked as me, or more.” The other two started to tweak my nipples and agreed with her. This did wonders for my ego as I’d grown up to believe I was at a disadvantage.

This epiphany boosted my self esteem. I started to think about a more settled future. That future was with Jayne. Bryony and Sally blossomed as a partnership and there was a double surprise, they came out on the same weekend Jayne and I got engaged. Jayne’s girls were eyeing my flat up so they could move out. Especially if someone else was funding it……

Planning for the future, Jayne and I agreed we’d still have our girl nights, we definitely enjoyed them, but it was romantically just us two.