So much for staying soft, almost immediately I was back to a full-fledged raging hard on. I find a weak voice inside of me, “please take your drink.”
She smiled wickedly and said, “thanks.”
I asked if either lady needed anything else and they both replied not at the moment. I said okay great, I will be in the kitchen cleaning it up. I had never had sexual thoughts about Sandy before, but damn, my head was spinning, and cock was throbbing as I walked back into the kitchen. I was having 1,000 thoughts at once, my balls were aching, my knees were weak. I was pretty much a screwed up mess.
How could Christy do this to me? We had not talked about this before today, but I thought it was just going to be her and I for the payoff of the bet. Christy knows that I don’t want to be with any other woman so why is she letting her friend be in on the payoff of this bet? I definitely wasn’t sure what the rest of the day was going to hold, but I did know that the kitchen was a mess and that I better get to cleaning….
After about 15 minutes of cleaning up in the kitchen, trying to think of anything that was non-sexual, I was just finishing up when I heard my wife holler out my name from the sunroom. I replied, “be right there”. What does she want? What kind of torture was I in for now? I grabbed a paper towel and squeezed my now soft cock clear of any precum so that I would not have that issue again in front of them.
I went to the sunroom and asked politely, “what can I get for you ladies?”
Christy replied, “margaritas…. We want more margaritas. So glad you are more presentable, now run along.”
I went back to the kitchen to make drinks. After blending and pouring into glasses with salted rims, I deliver their drinks and return to the kitchen. There was about a half a cup of Margarita left in the blender. So I poured it into a cup to drink it, so it didn’t go to waste. As I’m rinsing out the blender in the sink, I picked up the glass and took a drink of what I had poured right as my wife walked into the kitchen.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Christy asked in a large loud voice startling me, making me jump.
“I’m rinsing out the blender.”
“And what is that on your other hand, did I say that you could drink a margarita?”
I shook my head, she said, “what? I can’t hear you.”
“No ma’am you didn’t.”
She instructed me to get a pillow and come to the sunroom.
I grabbed a large pillow off of the bed, and proceeded to go back out to the sunroom.
“What can I do for you ladies?”
Christy stuck her legs out in front of her, “rub my feet. Put the pillow on the floor, kneel down on it, and rub my feet.”
I obeyed without talking.
All morning, my wife had been wearing loose, very short, lounge shorts. As I rubbed her feet, her conversation with Sandy seemed strained as she was losing herself in the moment because, quite honestly, I am great at rubbing feet. She was moaning almost to the point that could be confused with a sexual moan. She shifted in her chair and that’s when I should have never looked up her leg, because her smooth glistening pussy was fully exposed in the leg hole of her loose shorts. Oh no… my cock is stirring again. I switched to the other foot, and the moans increased.
Little by little Christy shifted back and forth in the chair moaning about how good that felt. Due to the fact that I was lower than their eye level, neither girl really realized that my erection had returned. My eyes were drawn to my wife’s crotch and it was as though I was hypnotized by her beautiful pussy. I swear I could see wetness on her lips.
Was she as turned on as I have been all day?
Then my trance was broken “Ok my turn” said Sandy.
I tried to shuffle without getting up, but no luck. I had to basically stand up and move over and kneel back down, exposing my erection once again. The erection that I was not supposed to have. Maybe they didn’t see it because they were involved in a conversation, or maybe they just decided to let it go, but nothing was said about it.
I grabbed Sandy’s foot and as soon as I started massaging it, she was laughing and giggling nearly uncontrollably. I asked her if she was okay and she kept saying that it really tickled, and that she had never had a foot massage. I tried to switch to the other foot but it was no better, all she did was laugh and giggle and jerk uncontrollably because it tickled too much. She giggled and pleaded, “stop. Please stop.”
I asked if there was anything else I could do and Christy said “yes, you can leave us because we have some serious talking to do”
As I stood up to leave Christy said, “and don’t think you’re getting away unscathed with that erection that you got mister. I think you need to go to your room while we discuss a few things.”
I left the room. My thoughts were scrambled. I did not expect the day to develop like it did. I have not “performed” as demanded, and God dammit it is not my fault. I was already sex deprived, and then expected not to get turned on. Wtf. I was almost pissed and ready to just quit. I was sulking in the bedroom for quite some time when I was called into the living room. My erection had subsided, my mood had sobered.
“Yes Ma’am, what do you desire now?”
I was looking right at Christy, keeping eye contact, and avoiding looking at Sandy. I was really trying to stay focused. “Sandy feels cheated. I got an enjoyable massage and she didn’t. I think we have a way to remedy that. You are going to give her a back massage. She absolutely loves back massages, so go warm up the lotion in the microwave, and she will go into our bedroom and lay down on the bed.”
I replied, “ok”, and went on my way. As I walked into the kitchen to warm up the lotion, my thoughts were again all over the board.
What are they doing?
What am I doing?
Why is Christy doing this?
I heated the lotion, walked to the bedroom and politely knocked on the door. Sandy hollered, “I’m ready”, and as I reached for the door handle to open the door I took a deep breath, heart fluttering, I entered.
I hesitated after I opened the door. Sandy was laying across the bed with no shirt on at all, and a pair of low rise skimpy bikini panties. Now I have known Sandy for 20 plus years, and although I have never really been attracted to her, she is cute in the face, and I was seeing her in a little different light. There is something about a half naked woman laying on your bed that kind of puts things in a different perspective.
I sat down on the bed beside her, sideways and proceeded to oil up my hands. I was leaning over and rubbing her back the best I could. She was kind of in the middle of the bed so it made it difficult not to be able to stand up beside her. I was pretty uncomfortable, but I was trying to do a good job. I was shifting around trying to get a better angle on how to massage the best I could.
Sandy had her arms laying down each side of her, and at one point, in my search for a more comfortable position, my semi-erect penis rubbed against her hand. I froze. Sandy commented, “oh was that a massage wand?”