Chapter 7: Always Cum in Three

Chris was not looking forward to this. Shopping with Sandy was never the most pleasant experience, what with all the waiting, running back and forth between shops, and trying everything in each shop on. He had even tried to teach Sandy the joy of Internet shopping. Click here, click there, and boom, the goods are there a couple of days later! Of course the joy of shopping is not just the goods but also more the action itself, as Sandy kept reminding him. To Chris, shopping seemed more like torture than pleasure but he knew it was part of the deal of having a gorgeous wife. You give some, and you get some. So instead of making a fuss about being dragged through the shopping mall all day, Chris just sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the sport highlights of the night before while waiting for his wife to get ready.

He had to watch the sport highlights because after Chris sent the email, he went to the kitchen to get something to drink. He needed the fluid after all the sex he had had that day, first with Andrea then with his wife. He poured himself a large cup of cold water from the refrigerator and decided to talk to Sandy in the laundry room.

Sandy was just getting the washing machine to start when Chris walked in behind her. For the second time of the day, Chris was reminded why he loved his wife so much. Sandy was leaning over the large washing machine on tiptoe, even though it was not really necessary with her above average height. Her robe rode high over her back, exposing the bottom half of her bare butt. He knew she was doing it on purpose to tease him so Chris decided to make Sandy pay for it. He mentally commanded his cock to full hardness and stepped behind Sandy, pinning her against the washing machine. He grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Using one of his hands, Chris held her wrists there while pulling her robe down her shoulders and partly down her back. With her arms now restrained, Chris took his cock out and buried it into Sandy's cunt in one hard thrust.

They ended up fucking there over the washing machine for the next half an hour. Sandy moaned and screamed from the moment her cunt was penetrated by her husband's hard cock. Her clit was at just the right height to bump against the edge of the washing machine with each thrust and soon an orgasm overcame her. Then the washing cycle started and the vibrations sent Sandy into multiple-orgasms until Chris spilled his hot cum into her pussy for the second time of the day twenty minutes later. Both of them were truly exhausted by then and they literally fell asleep on their unmade bed for the night.

And thus, Chris missed the sports news and much of his usual time alone in his study. When he woke up the next day, it was already mid-morning and he could smell coffee brewing and bacon cooking from the kitchen. Thinking that his wife must be raring to go shopping, Chris went to the shower and got ready before going downstairs for breakfast. Alas, his wife kept him on his toes and Sandy was still dressed in her bathrobe when Chris walked into the kitchen.

"Wow! You're up and ready in 30 minutes and before me, no less!" teased Sandy. "Sit down and have your breakfast while I get ready. Eat it all, you need your strength today and not just for shopping."

The shower was still going after Chris finished his breakfast so he figured what could be a more appropriate use of his free time than catching up with sports news. Sandy finally appeared after a further thirty minutes and Chris again wondered what the hell women did to get ready. Sandy was in dress down mode so it was just a tight t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had just a small amount of make up on. Chris could not for his life work out how Sandy spent about the same large amount of time for dressing up or dressing down.

For the next four hours, Sandy and Chris went through the shopping trip in their own way. Sandy was looking at everything that caught her eye while Chris walked with her, spaced out most of the time apart from when he needed to make the usual yes/no answers that his wife sometimes wanted but never needed.

Chris put those hours to good use though. He might have looked like the bored husband on a shopping trip with his wife to most other shoppers but his brain was working overtime. They were going out for a nice dinner that evening and then onto the club, where Sandy would meet Andrea for the first time. Chris was not sure how his wife would react to the idea of having sex with another woman. As far as he knew, Sandy had never had sex with another woman before despite the wild sex life she had during her college years. So Chris would need to use the Program when they got home and add some modifications for his wife. As for Andrea, he was not entirely sure whether he needed to use the Program at all. From the tone of her email, Chris got the impression that Andrea might be up for anything he wanted her to do as long as she got to have his cock. Or was it his cum? Chris only made the connection then as he trailed behind Sandy through the clothes section of a department store. So, he was feeding Andrea's cum fetish, Chris' mind suddenly made a connection between that and something else that had been at the back of his mind for a while and he proceed to lay out what kind of modification Sandy and Andrea would need.

Chris had it all figured out in his head way before the end of the shopping trip and he was pretty smug about it himself. He could not wait to get home and implement the commands to both his wife and Andrea.

Sandy's mind was not idle either. She was considering what clothes she should wear to the restaurant and club. Her urge to wear as little as possible to show off her new body was great but mentally, Sandy had not caught up with her physical development yet. Thus she did not feel that Chris would approve of some of the outfits she had bought earlier in the week should be worn outside of their home. As she was contemplating the clothing choices, Sandy noticed her husband's far away look and put it down to his stressful job again.

On the drive home, Sandy and Chris both made small talk but the air was thick with anticipation for different reasons. Sandy was getting excited about what she had planned for her husband that night, and onto the early hours of the next morning if she had anything to do with it. Chris, on the other hand, could not wait to be the receiving end of what he had in mind for Sandy and Andrea for future and the coming evening would be the beginning of it all.

As soon as all the shopping and groceries were unloaded into the kitchen, Chris went to the study room with the pretense of going to catch up with work. In reality, he was using The Program to apply new modifications to both his wife and Andrea. Sandy did not suspect a thing as Chris worked in the IT industry, so computers were a part of their life ever since they met years ago. She had many household chores to do anyway so an occupied husband was much preferred than an idle and horny husband!

Time flew when one was having fun. By the time Chris had formulated all the commands needed for The Program, then checking for errors and loopholes, then re-checking again, a couple of hours had gone by. As he was finally satisfied by his work, Chris set the speed of modification and hit the 'Apply' button in The Program.

Sandy had already finished all the household chores a little while ago and now she was relaxing in the living room watching a TV show she recorded last night. This particular episode was one of the less well-made ones, 'Probably saving budget for another episode, ' thought Sandy. 'Lots of talking and not much action.' Then Sandy took notice of the tank top and tight shorts that one of the female characters were wearing in the scene. The outfit had nothing to do with the story or this particular scene apart from showing off the actress' almost perfect body. Sandy could not fail but be impressed by the way the actress always presented the best side of her body to the camera, showing off the fullness of her tits outlined by the tight tank top or the curve of her ass covered by the shorts.

Unconsciously, Sandy wondered how those firm, and possibly silicone enhanced, tits would feel in her hands. She caught glimpses of the impression of the actress' nipples on the tank top and an urge to run her tongue over them ran strong. As the scene in the show changed and another beautiful actress was on the screen, wearing a short tube dress, Sandy was curious how she would feel if she wore a dress, or any other outfit for that matter, like for a normal day but without any underwear. She had already flashed some people in the mall but that was just a short time and in any case she still had her panties on. Going without any underwear would be a big leap.

Then the actress on the screen was walking away from the camera and her pert ass swayed left and right under the confine of the tube dress. The thought of touching that ass ran through her mind and Sandy could just imagine running her hand lower and feeling the softness of her cunt lips. 'What would her cunt taste like?' wondered Sandy. Though no stranger to her own taste, Sandy had never touched, let alone tasted, another woman in her life. These sudden erotic thoughts should have alarmed Sandy but of course Chris had done a thorough job and her mind took the thoughts as natural as contemplating what food they would have for dinner. 'What about having my cunt licked by her? What would that feel like?' The thought of having sex with another woman no longer seemed alien and strange to Sandy. Now it became a curiosity.

Sandy was brought back to the present by the footsteps of Chris from the study room. He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to her.

"How's the show?" queried Chris.

"Crap. Budget saving episode."

"Ah, one of those." said Chris. He noticed, as he walked into the room, that Sandy's nipples were hard underneath her t-shirt. Of course they would be, considering the kind of thoughts he had planted into her mind just seconds ago.

"Well, you should get started on getting ready for tonight. You know you women take far longer than us men!" teased Chris.

Sandy elbowed Chris in the ribs playfully, jumped up and ran into the bedroom to get ready. She spent her time in the shower deciding what she would wear and ended up with what Sandy thought would strike a good balance of sluttiness and sophistication.

As Chris and Sandy were driving to the restaurant, she was dressed in a cocktail style dark purple halter-top with a black wrap around skirt, ending a couple of inches above her knees. The halter-top had a deep V front, leaving a large amount of Sandy's improved cleavage on show. From the other side, her smooth and tan back was on display from the top of her neck to the lower part of her back, as Sandy had her hair bunched up with a large purple plastic clip. She had worn this wrap around skirt many times to work. It had a long string that ran around the waist and held the skirt up with a knot tied at the side. The overlapping of the skirt material meant one end of the skirt started from Sandy's right thigh with the other end covering the first and ended up on her left hip. To finish off the outfit, Sandy had a pair of three inches high stiletto heels on her bare feet. She had decided against wearing stockings or tights, as she loved the feeling of her bare flesh against her husband's during sex. Stockings or tights would just get in the way or slow down the undressing part.

Chris was happy with what he saw. Sandy's outfit was sophisticated but on close inspection and imagination, sexy. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra but was she wearing panties, Chris wondered. He could run his hand up her thighs now to check but Chris decided against it. He would rather be surprised later on that night.

Dinner was what they expected, great food, great wine, and great atmosphere. So by the time they arrived at the doorsteps of the club, both Sandy and Chris were pretty relaxed by the wine they had during dinner. The club was one of those late 'starters' so they were able to manage to find a nice, secluded table on the upper floor balcony overlooking the dance floor.

Chris looked at his watch after he sat the drinks in his hands down on the table. It was still another half an hour before Andrea was supposed to turn up so he decided to enjoy the time with his wife before the night of sexual activities began. From the table, Chris could see most of the dance floor apart from directly below, unless he stood up and leaned over the barrier. From where he sat, Chris could also see the bar on one side with the entrance of the club facing it. Thus, he should have no problem spotting Andrea unless she was standing directly beneath their table, under the balcony.

Andrea turned up right on time and amid the flashing lights, Chris spotted her as she was making her way across the dance floor towards the bar. He told his wife he was going to the bathroom and reached Andrea just as she was ordering her drink. Chris looked up briefly to make sure his wife wasn't looking at him. Sandy was more interested in the mass of people on the dance floor than the static display of club goers waiting their drinks, or their turns to order.

"So you decided to turn up after all?" quizzed Chris as he stepped right up against the back of Andrea.

Andrea turned her head towards Chris and shouted, "Hey! You are here! I was so sure you wouldn't be here at all."

"Are you ready for tonight then?" Chris shouted back, trying to converse over the loud music.

"You bet! That's why I'm here, isn't it? Where is your wife?"

"She's upstairs, sitting on her own right behind me. You know what you need to do right?"

Finally getting her drink Andrea turned around and whispered into Chris' ear, "Give me 10 minutes. I can't wait to see what you've planned for me." With that, Andrea squeezed past Chris and walked towards the stairs.

As Andrea walked away from him, Chris finally got to see what she was wearing. From the back, he could see that Andrea was wearing a see-through white blouse tied at her waist with a dark bra underneath. She had a pair of very tight pants on that showed off her long, tight legs. The thing that really caught Chris' attention was the waistline of the pants. It was one of the extra low waistline styles that were so in fashion at the moment. The waistline was so low that Chris could swear he can see the crack of Andrea's ass with each swaying step she took.

Chris thought it may be tough to spend ten minutes in the bathroom but in the end it was out of his hand. As usual there was a long queue (though nowhere as long as the one for the ladies) of men outside the bathroom, waiting to relieve themselves. By the time Chris made his way back to their table upstairs, more than fifteen minutes had passed. As he approached their table, Chris was not sure how this thing had worked out but what he found was Sandy and Andrea deep in conversation with lots of loud laughter in between.

Chris sat down next to Sandy with Andrea on the other side of her, "Hi honey, you OK?"

"Great! This is Andrea. Andrea, this is my husband Chris."

Chris and Andrea pretended to acknowledge each other as newly met strangers while Sandy continued, "Andrea asked me for the time, and she was stood up by her boyfriend. We got talking and apparently we both grew up in the same area!"

"Really? That's pretty spooky!" Chris looked past his wife and saw the smirk on Andrea's face.

"Yeah, and we knew the same people but for some reason we've never met. That's so strange." Sandy paused as she took a sip from her drink. "As Andrea was stood up, you don't mind her joining us for awhile do you?"

"Mmm ... sure, why not?" Chris pretended to be reluctant.

Sensing it Sandy leaned close to her husband and whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, we will still have our fun tonight. Who knows, maybe we can get Andrea to join in."

Chris was taken aback but he could not sure whether his wife was joking or not from the expression on her face. With that Sandy turned back to chatting with Andrea and left Chris alone. 'Maybe the commands from The Program are working better than I expected, ' thought Chris as he enjoyed the sight of two sexy creatures sitting right next to him, waiting to be taken.

Sandy was having a great time herself as she chatted with Andrea. She could not believe how much in common they had. Of course Sandy did not know that Chris planted all the necessary information into Andrea's mind that afternoon. As more people were getting into the club and on to the dance floor, the music volume had also increased. Normal conversation was no longer possible so Sandy and Andrea had to talk to each other mouth to ear fashion, close quarters. It was during one of these times when she had to lean towards Andrea while Andrea spoke into her ear that Sandy noticed Andrea's tits through the see-through blouse. Though not as large or firm as her own tits, Sandy was mesmerized by the deep cleavage created by the push-up bra Andrea wore. She wanted to see the rest of Andrea's body while Andrea was still talking to her so Sandy moved away slightly to pick up her drink from the table. Quickly Sandy captured as much as she could and what she could make out made her heart skip a beat. Sandy knew already that Andrea was wearing tight pants but she did not realize it was one of those new low waistline ones. With Andrea sat down, the low waist line barely covered half of her ass at the back and from the front, Sandy could make out the 'V' shape made by Andrea's front hip bone and her pubic mound. Sandy realized that there was no way Andrea was wearing any panties and she wondered how the tight crotch of the pants felt on Andrea's cunt.

Sandy realized that Andrea had been shouting in her ear, asking her whether she wanted to dance. So they took their drinks and made their way down to the dance floor leaving Chris to guard the table. They started off dancing just like every body on the floor and Sandy noticed that Andrea was a really good dancer. She was a natural, twisting and turning her body this way and that to the beat. Not before long, Sandy and Andrea were bumping into each other as they really got into the swing of dancing. It started off in the beginning as accidental bumps as the dance floor got more crowded. But soon, Andrea was deliberately bumping and grinding her body into Sandy's, making sure she was touching Sandy's tits and the sides of her ass. Sandy could not help but respond to Andrea's electrifying touch and started grinding her own body back against her. Their dancing did not go unnoticed by the nearby crowd and most of the men were stealing more than just occasional glances at Andrea and Sandy's hot display.

Then the music changed to a slower pace and Andrea grabbed Sandy's hand and led her through the dancing crowd towards the edge of the dance floor. There they found that Chris had vacated their table and was waiting for them with drinks in each hand. Both women took their drinks from Chris and as Sandy took a sip of her drink, she realized that her husband must have seen how they were dancing on the dance floor. If the club lighting were not dark, Chris would have noticed his wife blush heavily at this moment. But that was unnecessary as Chris knew exactly how his wife would feel and while Sandy was still deep in her own erotic thoughts, he turned to face Andrea and raised his eyebrow.