[MFF] [MF][MF] Our Fun House Guest [Long] Part 2

Well, my [post yesterday](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jroki5/mff_our_fun_house_guest_long/) was well received. So here’s part 2.

I woke up alone the next morning. Glancing over at the alarm clock I saw it was a little after 6 AM. I heard the shower running in the master bathroom. I lay there for several minutes, half-awake, and replayed the fresh but sleep hazed memories of the night before. Had that really happened? Or was it a crazy vivid dream?

I was still laying there processing when the shower turned off. After a few minutes, Chrissy came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She saw I was awake and grinned broadly at me.

“Morning stud.” Chrissy climbed onto the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, I think. How are you?”

“Amazing,” Chrissy gave me another kiss.

“We’re good?” I asked still feeling a little gun shy.

“I am if you are baby.” Chrissy ran her hand along my bare chest.

“No regrets?” I asked.

“Not for me.” Chrissy shrugged.

“Same,” I said with a relieved sigh. “Where’s Liz?”

“She slipped back to the guest room, to make sure Mimi didn’t notice she was gone,” Chrissy answered.

Chrissy discarded her towel after that and climbed back under the covers with me. We cuddled and held a whispered conversation recalling the previous night and checking in on each other in a little more depth.

The recollections of the previous night had me hard pretty quickly. Chrissy noticed almost instantly, when it didn’t fade she started gently stroking me as our emotional check-in started to become full-on dirty talk. Soon I was atop her and the two of us made slow sensual love missionary style. We came together as Chrissy whispered to me how much she’d enjoyed tasting Liz’s cunt.

When we were finished, we both hopped in the shower.

“So, if we both had fun, should I see if Liz wants to do it again?” Chrissy asked as she rinsed off real quick.

I had expected the previous night to likely be a one-time occurrence.

“Uhh, yeah. If that’s what you want,” I said.

Chrissy just gave me a quick kiss before saying, “I want.”

Then she slipped out and left me to my usual shower routine. The bedroom was empty by the time I got out, and I could distinctly hear the sounds of wakeful little people coming from the rest of the house. So I threw on some clothes and headed out.

I followed the smell of already brewing coffee into the kitchen. Chrissy had given up the bean so I usually had to brew for myself. I found Liz in a pair of yoga pants and loose tank top standing at the stove making pancakes.

“Morning!” Liz said cheerfully and like nothing had happened the night before.

“Hi,” I tried to sound cheerful and the morning sex certainly helped, but I’m not usually very pleasant before at least a cup. I shuffled over to the coffee machine and started to take care of that.

While I was mixing my cup, Liz slid down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Last night was fun,” she whispered, “Hope we’re all good this morning.”

“Think so,” I managed to get out.

I found Chrissy out in the living room playing with the kids. It was Saturday, so Chrissy wouldn’t have to work, and as I sipped my coffee, I found myself wondering what we were all going to do with the day. I expected there to be tensions, but as we all sat down to the breakfast Liz had prepared and got on with the day, it was clear there wasn’t any. Chrissy and Liz seemed normal, if anything they seemed closer than before, which I guessed made sense.

Everyone was just a little more touchy and affectionate. I walked in the kitchen while the ladies were doing dishes and caught them sharing a quick hug and a kiss on the lips that was halfway between a quick peck and something a bit more lingering. And when I passed Liz in the hall on my way to the bathroom, she gave my ass a quick playful smack.

We spent the morning playing with the kids, going for a walk in the park behind our house, and just hanging out.

Mimi was getting a little old for a nap, but when my son’s nap time came around that day, the girl was exhausted and Liz ended up putting her down for one too. When I got back from putting Little Man down, the girls were snuggled up on the couch together watching something on Chrissy’s phone. They weren’t doing anything overtly sexual, but they just seemed comfortable and intimate. Not sure where I fit in, I sat down in the recliner and cruised around on my own phone.

Their video ended and silence fell heavily over the room. I glanced up from my phone after a minute or two and found both women staring at me with little private smiles.

“We’ve talked,” Chrissy said, her tone laced heavily with implication.

“And?” I tried not to be too excited, but both women chuckled at either my expression or tone of voice or both, so I doubt I was successful.

“Last night was the most fun I’ve had in a long time…” Liz started and for a moment I thought a But was coming.

“…and speaking for us both, same for us. Soooo…” Chrissy trailed off suddenly bashful.

“Soooo?” I asked.

“Well I’ve got a week here, and -” Liz started but Chrissy jumped in.

“-And while she’s here we’ll all continue to enjoy ourselves.”

I chewed that over for a heartbeat but wasn’t really crystal clear on what that meant or what the boundaries were.

“What does that mean exactly?”

The girls unhelpfully giggled from their place on the couch. I wanted to go join them but really wanted to avoid getting into any trouble.

Chrissy sighed and shrugged but she was still smiling, “I don’t know, whatever happens, happens. I’ve still got to work while Liz is here, but you two can have fun without me.” My eyebrows shot up in surprise, “And we’ll all just enjoy each other.”

Liz nodded in agreement and I felt my cock twitch in approval at what was being described along with the lustful gazes in both women’s eyes.

“And maybe Chrissy and I will take some time to play together by ourselves even…”

Then Liz turned her head and kissed my wife. Chrissy returned the kiss and for several heartbeats, two of the most beautiful women in my life kissed tenderly but passionately while I watched. My cock instantly hardened in my pants and I continued to watch as the kiss became more lusty and erotic. The two women slid and repositioned, all while maintaining their kiss until Liz was on top with Chrissy’s legs wrapped around Liz’s hips.

Within moments their hands were roaming freely. Chrissy’s focused heavily on Liz’s jeans-clad ass. While Liz fixated on Chrissy’s breasts despite the layers of fabric of t-shirt and bra in the way. Given Liz’s suggestion about them playing alone, I wasn’t sure if I should go to join them, though just watching them together seemed like something I could easily enjoy.

Unlike the night before, when alcohol had at least helped things along, each of their motions seemed deliberate. They were both in complete control, though I could tell by the rising flush on Chrissy’s face that she was getting incredibly turned on.

Then of unspoken accord, their make-out session came to a slow end trailing into a series of small kisses. Both women were breathing heavily as they turned their heads to look at me. I had made no effort to hide the raging erection in my pants and was clearly pitching a tent, if possible I got even harder from the heated lust filled look in their eyes.

“To the bedroom?” I suggested.

All three of us raced into the master bedroom where clothes started to fly off as soon as the door closed behind me. Liz immediately climbed onto the bed, the sheets still disheveled from the night before. As Liz lay back on full display, Chrissy stepped up and kissed me long and deep, our tongues swirling together. Putting my hands on her wide hips, I guided Chrissy to step over to the bed.

Breaking our kiss, I used my hands on Chrissy’s waist to spin her around and stepped up behind her, so that she was facing Liz on the bed and I was looking over Chrissy’s shoulder also looking at our naked friend. Liz had spread get legs, her glistening bald pussy on plain display as she slid a finger along her pussy lips and watched us.

My hands slid over Chrissy’s familiar curves, one hand fondling her breasts, the other cupping her already dripping pussy, my diamond hard cock prodded against her ass cheeks. I started a trail of small kisses and gentle bites from Chrissy’s shoulder up her neck to just below her ear. Chrissy’s breathing hitched as my teeth and lips grazed her earlobe as simultaneously I stroked her clit.

“You didn’t get to taste Liz last night?” I hissed into Chrissy’s ear.

Chrissy trembled against me and whimpered as she almost imperceptibly shook her head no.

“Do you want to? She’s delicious.” I bit down a little harder on her earlobe and stroked her clit again.

“Mmhmm…” Chrissy moaned.

She took half a step forward, but I held her back with my encircling arms.

“Did you ask her permission?” I demanded in a mock scolding tone. One of Chrissy’s favorite games in bed was to ask, even beg for permission. Most often this meant that I made her beg for permission to cum before she could/would.

Chrissy shuddered against my body and restraining arms as she realized the game. Liz has heard every word and she grinned at us as she caught on to the game.

“Liz can I?” Chrissy gasped.

Liz opened her mouth to respond but I dropped a hand from groping Chrissy’s tits to slap her ass before Liz could speak.

Chrissy groaned at the slap.

“Can you what?” I demanded.

“Can I eat your pussy?” Chrissy whined, a wild edge to her tone. She pushed her ass back against my still prodding cock.

Again I spanked Chrissy’s ass before Liz could answer, a little harder this time.

“Pleeeeeease,” Chrissy moaned.

Liz’s grin turned mischievous and then her face turned mock scolding as she demanded, “Please what?”

I grinned at Liz and spanked Chrissy’s again to compliment Liz’s question.

“Please,” Chrissy hissed the question as her body trembled like a leaf in my arms. “may I eat your pussy, Liz.”

I probably would have set her loose at that point, but Liz quirked a Spockian eyebrow at my wife and looked doubtful. “I’m not sure you really want it…”

Liz used two of her fingers to spread her pussy lips on display for us. Chrissy groaned and took another half step forward, but I pulled her back. There’d be no stopping her once I set her loose.

“I dooooo,” Chrissy begged.

“You do what?” Liz demanded.

“I want to eat your pussy,” Chrissy groaned. She strained against my arms, but not in a real attempt to break free.

“Please please please, may I eat your pussy, Liz? It looks so good,” Chrissy pleaded half frenzied before either of us could prompt her further. Her own pussy was dripping around my fingers and she slowly ground twerked her ass back against my cock.

Liz looked at me and I nodded my own consent.

Liz nodded her head and just said, “You may.”

Chrissy took a tentative step forward, unsure if she’d finally be set free. When my restraining hold slid away from her, she practically snarled in satisfaction and launched herself onto the bed between Liz’s spread legs and shoved her mouth to Liz’s hairless cunt. Liz moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and back arching as Chrissy slurped and licked furiously. I stood grinning and watching for several seconds as my wife kneeled on all fours and devoured her first pussy with animalistic delight.

Without unconsciously, I started to stroke my cock as I watched the show. Liz’s body had relaxed into the mattress after Chrissy’s initial oral assault. Liz clawed at the bedsheets around her and her legs writhed around Chrissy’s body. Chrissy had spent several moments licking every inch of Liz’s slit before finally finding our friend’s clit and focusing in on it.

I had to force myself to stop stroking my cock, because it realized the sight of my wife ravenously devouring our friend’s pussy was about to push me over the edge with only mild stimulation.

It was time for me to get involved, but my plan had only gone so far as teasing Chrissy into her current frenzy. And as options spun through my mind, Liz’s writhing legs started thrashing and wildly and a quiver shot through her entire body as she gasped “Yesyesyesyesyesyes…”

But as Liz went limp and began to twitch, Chrissy didn’t stop. Her pace had slackened slightly, but I watched as Chrissy started to work a finger into Liz’s pussy and continue to lick her clit and Liz tensed and groaned, “Fuuuuuucking shiiiiiiit!”

Well, this was my opportunity, I realized. I climbed onto the mattress on my knees behind Chrissy with her mouth full of pussy still. I positioned myself expertly behind Chrissy and she moaned into Liz’s snatch as I ran my hands over her curved ass. With one hand still on Chrissy’s ass cheek, still a little pink from the spankings I gave her, I grabbed my cock just behind the head and rubbed the head against her drenched pussy entrance. Without lifting her mouth from Liz’s pussy, Chrissy moaned in approval and pushed her hips back against my cock and I slid an inch into her easily.

Face still buried in Liz’s sex, Chrissy let out a long guttural moan as my cock slid in her up to the base in a single thrust. For the first time since I set her loose, Chrissy’s mouth left contact with Liz’s pussy as Chrissy gasped, “Yes baby” before returning to her feast.

Looking up along the pale expanse of Chrissy’s back, my eyes kept traveling up to see Liz splayed out beyond Chrissy’s head. Liz was clutching the back of Chrissy’s head now as if holding on for dear life and her body curved into a tight arch, her head off the mattress, eyes half-closed as her mouth hung open soundlessly. She’d had no time to recover from her climax as Chrissy continued to eat her out and was now finger fucking her too.

The sight was almost enough to make me but right then and I just held myself deep inside my wife’s pussy as I tried to avoid an immediate climax. If not for our protracted session the night before, and the fun Chrissy and I had had that morning, it would have been a lost cause. Slowly, I started to fuck Chrissy doggy style, pulling myself almost fully out of her before shoving back in. I paused to grab a cooling breath at the end of each movement, but my tempo was also steadily building. Chrissy, with a pussy beneath her mouth and my cock inside her seemed to be in heaven. She was shuddering and groaning with each withdrawal and thrust.

And Chrissy hadn’t lost her focus on Liz either. Incoherent grunts and whimpers of pleasure were bursting regularly from Liz’s agape mouth now. Liz and I locked gazes just as she began to buck and thrash with another fresh climax. Chrissy’s mouth never let up, until a flinch shot through Liz’s whole body and she simultaneously shoved Chrissy’s mouth away, clamped her thighs closed, and scooted herself across the mattress away from Chrissy.

Liz sprawled on her back, limbs twisted limply at odd angles as she caught her breath.

Chrissy groaned half in disappointment and half in rising pleasure as I drew in a deep breath, dug in my fingers on her hips, and started fucking her at a furious pace. The wet slapping sounds of my pelvis smacking into her ass cheeks mingled with her grunts and moans and filled the room.

Chrissy’s arms shook and then she collapsed face-first onto the mattress and I pounded her as hard as I could. She hadn’t cum yet, but at that moment, I didn’t care. Within a few more hammering thrusts, I felt the leading edge of my climax and had just enough time to shove myself as deep as possible into my wife’s tight wet sex a heartbeat before I groaned and shot my load deep inside her.

Several racing heartbeats later, my balls drained of thick cum, I slid out of Chrissy and flopped down to the mattress. Chrissy rolled over onto her back and tried to catch her breath. But Liz was there almost instantly.

Liz slid atop my wife and kissed her deeply, but didn’t linger. Almost immediately she began a trail of kisses down Chrissy’s body and between her legs. As my thick cream oozed from Chrissy’s pussy, Liz’s mouth descended and she moaned as she lapped up the first trickle of cum mingled with pussy juice. Then she began to return the oral attention that Chrissy had given her, with interest.

Chrissy squealed in surprise and delight at first, but almost immediately began to moan and groan in bliss. I rolled over and began lavishing each of her nipples with my tongue in turn.

“Oh. My. God!” Chrissy cried as she started to cum within what felt like seconds. I felt her thumb the mattress with her fists to punctuate each word. Liz moaned in approval as Chrissy came hard on her tongue. It was then that I realized Liz had been fingering herself as she moaned and shuddered in a climax of her own a second later.

Liz continued licking Chrissy clean dragging out her orgasm. I stopped sucking on her breasts just to watch Liz finish. As Chrissy began to whimper and went limp, Liz lifted her mouth from Chrissy’s sex, her lips and chin coated in a marriage of our two cums.

Still half-dazed, Chrissy sat up and pulled Liz in for a deep sloppy kiss. Then the three of us collapsed together in a tangle of naked limbs on the bed to cuddle and recover.

It was during this time that Liz confessed to being a self-identified cum slut. She loved the taste of it.

“Even more out of a wet vag,” Liz said with a grin.

After resting, we got up and all hopped in the master shower together. It’s a big shower, fine for Chrissy and I normally, a little snug with Liz too, but we were all VERY comfortable with each other at this point.

We were mostly just showering, with a bit of light kissing. But the kisses coupled with the casual grazing of new and familiar soft feminine flesh had be rebounding with surprising speed and by the time we’d all cleaned up, I was rock hard again. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by my companions.

Chrissy pulled me in for a long tender kiss before pulling away and turning me towards Liz. We kissed and I felt Liz’s suds covered hand wrap around my cock and begin to stroke me.

The shower door opened behind me and Liz and I broke our kiss to look back at Chrissy stepping out.

“You two have some fun, I’m a little raw,” Chrissy said as she wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

My heart rate soared with excitement and anxiety, but then I felt Liz step closer and her lips on my chest as she started to stroke me again. We made out for a while, under the spray of the showerhead, her hand continuing to pump me as my hands roamed her wet body.

I was very grateful that we had a nearly endless supply of hot water as the two of us got lost in one another for a while. Until finally Liz’s stroking hand wasn’t enough for me.

Hands-on her waist, I spun her around, unfortunately ripping her lips from mine. She seemed to read my mind and bent forward, bracing her hands against the shower wall and pressing her butt back against me. Her wet ass rubbed against my cock, and for a moment, I was tempted to see just how adventurous Liz was feeling. However, it was just a momentary temptation.

Liz is a little taller than Chrissy. Shower sex for Chrissy and I usually involved some challenging angles, usually, a shower was just foreplay for us. But Liz’s extra couple inches of height, most of it in her long toned legs, put her at a nearly perfect height for me to sheath myself in her pussy. It was too much to resist.

Bending my knees only slightly, I lined my hips up with Liz’s, and with one hand on my cock, the other on her hip, I rubbed the head of my cock along her soaked pussy lips. Liz groaned and pushed herself back towards me. Grinning gleefully to myself, I aligned myself and started shoving my member into Liz’s pussy. I tried to go slow and draw out the moment, but Liz pushed herself back to meet my meat and her pussy gobbled up my full length in a single smooth motion.

With both hands on her hips now, I started to fuck our house guest and she rocked back and forth to compliment my movement. Our mingled sounds of building pleasure rose over the sound of the shower raining down to splash on Liz’s ass and my pelvis.

Gasping, out of breath, I slowed the pace of what had become a jackhammer pace and slid a hand around from Liz’s hip to reach between her legs. Blind and with a moving target, I couldn’t do more than start rubbing the general location, just above where my cock was stuffing into Liz’s cunt. But Liz gasped and trembled in response so I felt like I was close enough.

“Yes,” Liz gasped a frantic tone to her words, “Rub my dirty clit.”

I struggled for several moments to keep the rhythm I’d established with my hips and rub Liz’s clit. But we find a new equilibrium as Liz’s dirty talk continued.

“Fuck my slut pussy.”

“Harder. Pound me!”

“You like your new fuck toy?”

“Your cum tasted so good leaking from your wife’s pussy.”

“Smack my whore ass!” Which I gladly did, delivering a swift stinging seat to her rocking ass with seeming randomness and eliciting yelps and moans from her each time.

“I’m a naughty bitch!”

“Punish me!”

“Your big cock stuffs me so tight.”

And those were just the highlights of what she said. I would have joined in with my own dirty talk, but between rubbing her clit, smacking her ass, keeping pace with the increasing frantic rhythm of Liz’s bouncing along my cock, and keeping my balance in the shower, I was at the limit of my multitasking.

Liz’s orgasm hit suddenly and without warning. She began to quiver all over and popped off of my cock, as she trembled. Her legs buckled and she would have dropped to the shower floor if I hadn’t already had an arm wrapped around her to rub her clit. I grabbed her shoulder with the hand I’d been using to smack her ass and clutch her hip and pulled her quivering body upright and against my chest. Her head turned and our lips met in an awkward but passionate kiss. I continued to rub her crotch, still unsure as to the exact coordinates of her clit, through the orgasm as her body gradually melted in my arms under the shower stream.

Of their own accord, my hips had continued to move rubbing my cock between her trembling thighs. Drunk on pleasure, Liz broke our kiss and turning, dropped to her knees on the shower floor before me. She opened her mouth wide and I fed her my cock.

It didn’t take much. Liz put her tongue, lips, and hand to use in perfect concert as soon I felt my rush of release. I would have expected my balls to have been totally drained after the previous releases, but not quite. I felt the jizz pulse down my shaft as I let out a simultaneous groan of pleasure. Liz sensed the release coming and she opened her mouth wide, the tip of my cock resting on her outstretched tongue as she pumped my shaft with her hand. A single thick rope of semen burst forth and splashed across her tongue and lips. Liz’s tongue began to furiously flick the very tip of my member sending the sensitive nerve endings there into near overload and her hand continued to pump, milking the unspent remainder of the cum in my shaft onto her flicking tongue. I grunted and smacked the tiles wall of the shower.

Wrapping her lips around my slowly softening shaft, Liz sucked me into her mouth. As my cock continued to soften in her mouth, Liz looked up at me from her knees and made direct eye contact with me as she suckled my softening dick and drained every drop of my cum down her throat. If this hadn’t been the 4th time I’d cum in under 24 hours, the sight and sensation probably would have made me hard all over again. But alas, I was spent for the time being.

Liz wasn’t quite done yet, it wasn’t until my cock had gone almost completely soft that I had enough external awareness to realize that Liz had started fingering herself at some point. As what must have been the last drops of my seed slid down her throat, Liz let out a long low moan around my swallowed meat and trembled with a fresh orgasm. The pressure and pleasure of her suctioning mouth on my soft, but sensitive member doubled and I groaned along with her as she came on her own fingers.

My soft dick finally slid from Liz’s mouth as she gasped and sputtered through the aftershocks of her latest climax. She was practically unstoppable. Liz stood on trembling Bambi-esque legs and leaned against my chest.

“That was amazing.” I declared as we both collected ourselves beneath the falling water.

Liz kissed my chest then looked up at me with a smirk. “I used to fantasize about sucking your cock dry at work. If you hadn’t already been married, I probably would have too.”

“Probably a very good thing I didn’t know that at the time,” I chuckled. “That might have just been too much temptation.”

We kissed and there was a ghost of my cum still flavoring her lips. We gave ourselves a quick final rinse then turned off the hardworking showerhead. A guest towel had magically appeared in the master bathroom, and I wondered at what point Chrissy had slipped in to leave it. Neither of us had noticed. I hoped she’d enjoyed whatever she’d seen and hadn’t regretted leaving us alone. It had been her idea after all.

We wrapped ourselves in towels and dried off before slipping into the bedroom. Chrissy was absent, so we recovered our clothes and got dressed. When Liz opened the bedroom door I heard the sound of a Disney movie playing in the living room. At least one child must have awoken.

When we arrived in the living room, Chrissy was chilling with Mimi on the couch watching the movie. It was turned up a little louder than I would have expected, and I wondered if she had had to drown out our racket. Chrissy beamed a smile at us both, unloosening a knot of anxiety I hadn’t consciously known was there. Liz scooped up her daughter in a hug then plopped them both on the couch beside Chrissy. I leaned in and gave Chrissy a quick, but loving kiss, which she returned, then slipped into the kitchen. I needed to hydrate.

Chrissy followed me a heartbeat later and before I could say anything pulled me in for a deep passionate kiss.

“Have fun?” she asked after our lips parted.

“Yeah,” I said. “How much did you see?”

“I got a good show,” she said with a little smile. “It was hot, but I didn’t want to distract.”

“We’re good?”

“We’re great.” Chrissy gave me another deep fervent kiss that banished any lingering anxiety I might have had.

Our son woke up a little after that and we rolled on with the day. I caught Liz and Chrissy casually caressing, rubbing, and cuddling the rest of the afternoon. And all three of us seemed to have settled into a casually intimate and entirely relaxed mood. While it was a completely new experience, it also felt totally natural.

After the kids went to bed, the three of us cuddled up on the couch together and watched a movie. It was probably the least erotic thing we’d done just the 3 of us all day, but it also felt perfectly relaxed and intimate. There was lots of casual touching and quick kisses and light massaging.

“I could get used to this,” Chrissy said with a sigh in a relaxed moment. The movie was over and I was spooning Chrissy who was spooning Liz. My hands were able to pretty freely wander over either woman’s body though.

“Me too,” Liz and I muttered in unison. The three of us laughed at the moment of sympatico.

We all returned to the bedroom that night, but just to sleep all cuddled up together, this time with Liz in the middle of the sandwich. Having not been drunk or fucked ourselves into oblivion, it was a little harder to sleep that night with an extra person in our king-sized bed. At least for me, the women drifted off easily enough it seemed. But it took me what felt like forever until I finally managed to drift off.

And…I’ll work on Part 3

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