Two Yummy Mommies – Part One [Cheating] [Threesome]

“Oh my god, Harry. That was fucking amazing!” Megan whispered breathlessly. “That tongue of yours deserves a gold star. The things you did to my pussy…” She trembled violently, an aftershock of the series of intense orgasms she’d just experienced.

Harry pulled his head out from under her skirt and gave her a saucy grin. “My pleasure, babe. Glad you enjoyed the service. I hope you’ll book a return engagement.”

“You’d better clear your schedule. With a performance like that I’m going to be monopolizing your time for the foreseeable future,” she promised.

Harry frowned. “Aren’t you leaving tomorrow morning for that two week team-building retreat in Vail?” he asked.

“Ugh. Don’t remind me,” Megan groaned. “Two weeks! I don’t even ski, and I hate the cold. Why couldn’t we have had a team-building retreat in Hawaii or Mexico? Guess I’ll be spending the next fourteen days locked up in my room, huddled under the covers, all alone in my king-sized bed,” she pouted.

Harry gave her a crooked smile. “Wish I could get away for a few days. I could find all sorts of ways to keep your mind off the cold and snow.”

Her eyes lit up. “Why don’t you? We could light the fire, stay snuggled naked in bed, order room service. The things I would do to you…” she promised, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Harry’s cock stiffened at the thought of the possible carnal delights, but he shook his head reluctantly. “I am absolutely swamped at work. I’m putting in 70 hour weeks and just barely keeping my head above water. Sunday is my only day off, and even then I’m spending the evening reviewing contracts. This new merger has been a major headache.”

Megan’s pout returned. “All work and no play makes Harry-“

“-very horny,” Harry finished, returning her pout.

“Well. Let me see if I can’t at least do something about that. After what you just did for me I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

Harry’s grin was positively predatory. “Return the favor?”

“On your feet, soldier,” she purred. “I’m going to give you the wettest, dirtiest, sloppiest blowjob you’ve ever had.”

Harry popped up like he was spring-loaded. His already stiff cock hardened almost painfully at her crude promise.

She eyed the growing bulge in his pants and licked her lips. “Mmmmm. Yes please,” she breathed. She stroked the front of his trousers lightly with the backs of her knuckles, and Harry moaned loudly in response. “I really want to tease you right now, but I can’t wait. I need that big cock of yours in my mouth,” she whispered. She abandoned any pretense of foreplay as she unbuttoned, unzipped and reefed his trousers and his underwear down to his knees. His cock, purple and throbbing, fell into her waiting hand with a meaty thud.

With no preamble she plunged her mouth over the head of his cock and slid her lips down his shaft until they met her small fist grasping the base of his cock. There was no art, no seduction to the blowjob. It was as messy, as sloppy as promised. And it was fucking hot.

Harry twined his fingers into her hair, moving his hips in time to her all-out oral assault. He closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling of her mouth on him. It had been more than a month since they’d met through a mutual friend, promising to get together, but their busy work schedules hadn’t allowed it to happen, until now. Less than an hour after meeting her for a drink Harry had had his head up under skirt while she’d writhed on his couch. Now it was his turn to writhe. He closed his eyes and smiled as she continued to suck him to the root. She popped his cock out of her mouth for a second, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath.

“Fuck my face, Harry! I want to taste your cum so bad!”

She went back to work on his cock with a renewed ferocity. Her dirty demand had turned him on even more, if that was possible. He could feel his orgasm starting to build, not close yet, but slowly approaching, somewhere just over the horizon. He was blessed with excellent stamina and normally wouldn’t even be that far along yet, but her wild, aggressive style was definitely putting that endurance to the test. He steeled himself, taking a deep breath, wanting to stretch out the experience for as long as possible.

Megan seemed to read his mind and to take his determination to last as a personal challenge. She took her fist off his cock, allowing her to take him deeper down her throat. She reached around him with both hands, digging her nails into his bare ass with such ferocity he almost yelped. 

“Oh fuck, Megan, that feels soooo good,” he groaned. His orgasm was much closer now, no longer just a distant shadow on the horizon. His legs began to tremble as she took one hand off his ass and began to massage his balls. His feet clenched into the carpet, arches contracting almost painfully. He tilted his head back, getting ready to explode in her mouth. 

It was at that exact moment that her phone rang. Well, not rang, precisely. Her mobile barked a piercing alarm. The shrill sound was enough to make his imminent orgasm retreat, leaving an ache in his balls as her mouth popped off his cock.

“Shit!” Megan swore. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“What is it?” Harry groaned. His balls were tingling. His cock stood up, arrow straight, glistening with saliva and the pre-cum that bubbled forth from the tip.

She gave him an apologetic smile. “Emergency at work. Basically a code red. Drop what you’re doing and get your ass to the office. Harry, I’m so sorry…” she trailed off with a guilty glance at his painfully erect penis. She scooped up her panties, which Harry had left crumpled on the floor earlier, and swiftly pulled them on, sliding them up under her skirt. 

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. What incredibly horrible timing. When he opened them again she was leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek, and before he could even open his mouth to respond she was at the door, dragging her jacket on. “Sorry Harry!” she called over her shoulder, her green eyes genuinely miserable under the cascade of her thick, chestnut hair.

“Have fun in-“ The door slammed.

“-Vail,” he finished lamely. He sighed again. Less than a minute ago he’d been within a hairsbreadth of a mind-blowing orgasm, and now he was alone in his living room, pants around his ankles, with his angry, throbbing cock pointed accusingly up at him as if to say, “How could you let this happen to me?”

He considered grabbing some lotion, finishing the poor fella off. It was the smart thing to do. Walking around with blue balls all day wasn’t any fun. After a brief internal struggle he reluctantly tugged his underwear and pants back on. As much as he hated walking around with ‘one in the chamber’ he was even more loathe to masturbate. He knew he was being ridiculous. There was nothing dirty or shameful about the act. In fact, in a case like this, it was probably a healthy choice to make for his body. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to engage in the act. He didn’t know what the source of this mental block was, but he was sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with it.

“Better hit the gym, I guess,” he muttered. Exercise was a great de-stresser. Not as great as blowing his load all over Megan’s tonsils would have been, of course…

He packed up his gym gear and was out the door in five minutes, trying desperately to think about work to keep his over-stimulated cock from springing back to attention. Fifteen minutes later he’d arrived at the gym, changed and was warming up on the elliptical. The place was busy – it usually was on a Sunday evening – and he began to question his wisdom in coming to the gym as his eyes roamed over the many women working out around him, most dressed in tight-fitting yoga pants and skimpy tank-tops. He studiously focused on the console of his elliptical, trying to tune out the smorgasbord of eye candy all around him.

“Hi Harry!” a cheerful, familiar female voice said from the right of him.

“Hello Harry!” said a second female voice, this time to his left.

He stifled a groan and looked left, then right, flashing first Pam, then Michelle a smile that he hoped wasn’t too pained.

Pam looked absolutely delicious as usual. A raven-haired beauty, She wore very short, skin-tight shorts that accentuated her incredibly toned thighs and ass. She completed the ensemble with a bright yellow sports bra that left her flat stomach bare. With her lean build, her breasts weren’t large, but they were perky, and her large nipples always seem to be at full attention when she was working out. He smiled and tried not to stare as he nodded a greeting. Just looking at her made his cock stir in his gym shorts. He ripped his eyes away and turned his attention to Michelle.

Unlike Pam, Michelle didn’t look like a fitness model, but she was equally as hot. Red-haired and freckled and far more voluptuous than Pam, Michelle had one of those bodies that looked like it was designed for sex. Grey yoga pants wrapped her almost cartoonishly rounded ass like a second skin, and her tapered t-shirt hugged an hourglass waist and its scoop neck highlighted her large, rounded breasts. As he stared at her his imagination conjured up a brief image of his cock in between those freckled breasts, Michelle moaning in pleasure as he tit-fucked her. His felt his cock stiffen at the mental image, and his face reddened as it began to bounce uncomfortably in his shorts in time to his movement. He looked away quickly, trying awkwardly to lower his elbows as he worked the elliptical, hoping to block their view of his arousal.

He risked a quick peek over at Pam, and his worst fears were confirmed as he saw she was very definitely staring at his junk. He was as hard as a rock now, and he knew it was stretching out the fabric of his sweat-shorts. Bouncing up and down as it was it was probably extremely obvious to anyone looking his way. Luckily for him the three elliptical machines were tucked away in a quiet corner of the gym, so only Pam and Michelle were bearing witness to his shame. He felt his face heat even more. He didn’t know what would be worse – jumping off the elliptical and running away to the change-room, or continuing his workout like nothing was out of the ordinary, and hoping the blood in his extremely engorged penis would eventually make its way to his other muscles. For better or worse, he chose the latter.

“Looks like you’ve got a bit of a problem there, Harry,” Michelle said blandly. Despite her tone, Harry definitely detected a note of amusement in her voice. He sighed. He should have bolted for the change-room. Live and learn.

He’d known Pam and Michelle for a couple of months now. They were regulars at the gym, and though, thanks to his busy work schedule, he only managed to get there once or twice a week, he always seemed to run into them. They were both 26 years old, three years older than him, and they were both married with a single young child each. This particular gym had a daycare, so they got some free time away from their tots while sculpting their bodies. A win-win.

Pam and Michelle had both taken a shine to Harry upon first meeting him, and much harmless (and sometimes outrageous) flirting had followed. Harry had just chalked it up to good practice, given their respective marital situations. As outrageous as their flirting had been at times, Harry definitely felt as though he was treading on dangerous ground at the moment. He hadn’t been sporting a chub when they’d first arrived, but had clearly gotten aroused as he’d looked at them. A spicy reply, filled with innuendo, would have far more impact in this scenario than it usually did. In the end he decided that the only path forward was to tell the truth.

He looked from Michelle, to Pam, then back to Michelle. Both had their eyes intently focused on his crotch, and both were biting their cheeks to keep the laughter twinkling in their eyes from spilling out.

“I’m, ah, really sorry about this. As attractive as you both are, I know you’re ‘off the market’, so to speak. My body is just a little out of sorts after a date gone wrong. Unfortunately, my brain is having a hard time tamping down my libido. I’d hope to work off my ‘extra energy’ here at the gym, but I didn’t take into account I might be flanked by two very distracting, smoking hot women while I attempted to take my mind off my little problem.”

Michelle quirked an eyebrow while Pam’s mirth finally spilled out in a large snort.

“Date gone wrong?” Michelle asked mildly. Pam snorted again.

Harry sighed. “Let’s just say my balls are a lovely bluish tinge at the moment. As you can see, Little Harry hasn’t quite gotten over the rejection,” he said, with a rueful gesture at his still erect member.

Pam’s snort became full-blown laughter. Michelle stayed more composed, but she quirked a grin at him. “Oh come on now,” she said, “you can’t just give us vague details like that without volunteering the whole story. Spill.”

“I didn’t spill. That’s the whole problem,” he replied with a straight face. He went on to tell them about his drink date with Megan, how they’d quickly wound up at his place, and how he’d rocked her world with his talented tongue.

“If you do say so yourself,” Pam snickered, rolling her eyes.

Harry shrugged. “Her words, not mine. She did cum three times, so I guess I was doing something right.”

Pam and Michelle shared a meaningful look. When they returned their attention back to Harry something had changed in their eyes. The mirth was still there, but also something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Looking back and forth between them he suddenly felt very much like a mouse trapped between two very hungry cats. He swallowed and proceeded with the story, telling them (in probably too much detail) about Megan’s enthusiastic blowjob, and about the literally alarming phone call that had interrupted what was about to be a mind-melting orgasm.

“So she just left?” Pam asked, completely incredulous.

Harry nodded morosely. “I don’t even know where she works – the conversation never got that far – but it is apparently somewhere very important. It took all of about 30 seconds from the time her phone went off to going from sucking my, well, you know, to slamming the door behind her.”

Michelle shook her head. “Wow. And now she’s gone for *two* weeks? Talk about leaving you hanging.” She pointed at his crotch and grinned. “Well, not *hanging* exactly…”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Yeah. It pretty much sucked all the way around. There I was, pants around my ankles, dick as hard as the Hope Diamond, and balls aching like Mike Tyson had just used them for a speed bag. That’s why I ended up here. Not the best idea, as it turned out.”

“You know, a normal guy probably would have just rubbed one out at that point. Who gets blue balls and decides the best cure is going to the gym?” Pam said with a laugh.

“I don’t like to masturbate,” Harry muttered.

“What?!” Pam and Michelle said in unison.

“Why the hell not?” Pam demanded. “It feels amazing. I mean, I’m not a guy, of course, so I can’t speak with one hundred percent authority, but I’m just going to go out on a limb and make an assumption.”

“It just feels like such a waste,” Harry replied.

“A waste? Are you worried you might run out of sperm?” Pam asked, snorting again.

“Um, no. The best part of sex isn’t about me getting my rocks off. The turn-on for me is pleasuring women. I mean really making them scream. I’m very good at it too. Making them scream, I mean. That, for me, is the hottest part. If I just rub one out it seems like an empty, soulless act. It feels good in the moment, but a few seconds after the orgasm fades I start feeling sad somehow. That never happens when I’m with a woman, especially when I make her cum first.

Pam and Michelle shared another significant look. Pam raised an eyebrow and Michelle nodded, almost imperceptibly. When they turned their attention their attention back to Harry their matching gazes were positively predatory. Two very hungry cats, indeed.

He looked back and forth between them, intrigued and a little nervous. He slowed his pace on the elliptical and then stopped altogether, hopping down to stand next to Pam as they continued to stare at him. “What?” he asked finally.

“Maybe coming to the gym wasn’t such a bad idea after all, Harry.” Michelle said. 

Pam nodded her agreement. “It might just be the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Harry shook his head. “What are you two talking about?”

Michelle looked around as though to check if their conversation is being monitored. She gave Harry a very direct look. “Pam’s place is less than three blocks from here, and it’s pretty clear your gym plan isn’t doing much to solve your little problem,” she said, with another glance at his cock. 

Harry’s mouth went dry. “What are you suggesting?”

Michelle gave him a sultry smile. “I’m suggesting that you, me and Pam go to her place and you can show us how you made Megan cum three times.”

Harry just about choked. “W-what? Are you serious? But, but, you’re married!” he stammered.

Pam rolled her eyes. “Our husbands are pilots. They’re never home, and they are both complete dogs.”

Michelle nodded. “Greg’s cheated on me a half dozen times, and that’s only the ones I know about. The rare times he is in my bed he certainly never puts my needs first. I’ve definitely never cum three times.”

Harry swallowed hard. Was this really happening? “Wait a minute – what about your kids? Are you just going to turn the TV on for them, while we-, while we-” he made a lewd pumping gesture with his hips.

Pam giggled. “Um, no. We can leave them here at the daycare. We’re usually here for almost three hours, and we’ve only just arrived. They won’t even know we’re gone.”

Harry looked back and forth between them, completely wild-eyed. His moral compass, such as it was, was spinning wildly. It was obvious they felt no problem cheating on their husbands, and with good reason, from the sounds of it. And the kids would be none the wiser. He knew he was making justifications, but he didn’t particularly care at this point. He was *really* fucking horny.

“Okay. Let’s do it then,” he said, his voice squeaking higher on the final syllable.

Michelle gave him a ravenous look, and Pam stepped in behind him, her hands fondling his biceps. “We are going to eat you alive,” she promised, breath hot in his ear.

Five minutes later they were spilling through the door of Pam’s house. Michelle had driven while Pam and he had made out and groped one another in the back seat of the car. As soon as the front door of the house was closed and locked, Pam reignited the passionate session, pushing her tongue down his throat and moaning while she rubbed his cock through his gym shorts. Michelle watched the two of them and began to slowly massage her breasts as the scene aroused her.

Harry caught Michelle’s self-pleasuring out of the corner of his eye and broke his embrace with Pam. He stepped into Michelle and grabbed the underside of her tits, pushing them upwards as his face descended. He kissed and licked at them while squeezing them hard enough to walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. Michelle obviously liked it as she started to moan. Pam stepped in behind him, reaching around to play with his cock again as she bit and nuzzled at his neck and ear.

“I want to suck your cock, Harry. Please Harry, let me suck it,” Pam whispered in his ear. 

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Stay tuned for part two!

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