Chapter 3: Post-Prandial Distension

“I think I can speak for all of us. Ladies, I am full to bursting,” moaned Steve.

“Chris, this is your fault. If you didn’t make such great food, I wouldn’t be feeling like a beached whale right now. Steve, please tell me you have a big bed back there.”

“It’s a queen. But it’s only 8:30.”

“In Texas right now, it’s 10:30. I think we need to go lie down together and have a little nap. Perhaps after a few hours of rest, we can think about getting frisky.”

“Uh, Lisa? Just to be clear, you’re OK with me staying tonight?”

“Absolutely. Steve, you’re in the middle of the mattress, and Chris and I will be beside you. Let’s get ready for bed.”

Lisa and Chris used the new toothbrushes they picked up at the market. They came out of the bathroom so that Steve could go in last. When he turned off the bathroom light and closed the door, he turned around to see both women nude and smirking at him.

“We will wait for you to undress and get in the middle of the bed. Don’t take too long; we don’t want to get chilled.”

He put his hand on the dresser for balance while tugging off his shoes and socks, then dropping his pants and underwear and stepping out of the puddled clothes. Finally, he pulled his polo shirt off and headed for the bed, where the comforter was already pulled down.

When they were in the bed and covered, girl-boy-girl, he openly sighed with satisfaction.

“I’ve never shared a bed with two such spectacular women.”

“Don’t be sad, Steve. I’m sure that will happen to you someday,” snarked Chris.

“Hey! I’m spectacular. It’s too bad that your body is marred by those oversized and droopy breasts.”

“Lisa, be nice, or I will withhold sex.”

“Oops. Sorry, Chris, you’re spectacular too. I’m just a bit more spectacular.”

“Chris, thank you for holding your temper. Lisa, knock it off, or you’ll have to stay at the discount motel on a twin bed that feels like a concrete slab and doesn’t smell clean.”

“I’m sorry, Chris. Let’s just get some rest.”

Three hours later, Steve was waking up, detecting wetness and warmth in his crotch. But the feeling wasn’t quite what he expected.

“Wha?”

“Steve, shh. I’m using a washcloth on you first, and then I’ll start the blowjob. Don’t wake Chris.”

Light from the bathroom spilled into the bedroom, but he couldn’t see Lisa. Lisa whispered to him with the covers over her head.

“Don’t wake me? What are you up to, Lisa?”

Steve realized he was at risk of being fought over.

“Lisa, come up here and talk to us. Are you still putting out that ‘I saw him first’ business?”

“Well, I did,” she responded peevishly.

“I guess we need to talk. Lisa, put away the washcloth and bring us towels to sit together on the sofa. I’m going to turn up the heat so we will be comfortable without being dressed. I’ll see both of you out there.”

Steve picked up his crutch and lurched toward the thermostat, while the women took up positions at opposite ends of the sofa, with downturned faces.

“OK, show of hands: who wants to have sex with Steve?”

It was like in third grade; both women threw their hands up and cried, “Me! Me!”

“And who is willing to share?”

Chris’ hand went up quickly, while Lisa seemed to only gradually coax her arm to rise.”

“Hmm. I guess now I know who should go first with me.”

Lisa pouted and looked down.

“Lisa, don’t be like that. You have to go home to Texas, soon don’t you?”

“I do,” she admitted, glum.

“And before you get all excited, Chris, you live an hour away from here, and your job takes you out of California all the time. Eight hours ago, we were strangers, and now here we are, naked and horny. All three of us, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I never imagined in my wildest dreams I would be sitting here with two beautiful and horny women. But I want to have fun, not arguments. It’s the middle of the night, and I can’t promise to satisfy both of you equally.

“What I can promise is to try my best. And if I disappoint you tonight, maybe I will do better tomorrow. If either of you isn’t ready to try, I have a twin bed in the other bedroom. Any takers? No? Then let’s go back to bed and cuddle. All right?”

Lisa jumped up and scampered back into the bedroom.

“I think she’s excited.”

“We both are, but while I have you, Steve, how about a kiss?”

Two minutes later, Lisa reappeared. Tapping her foot impatiently, “Aren’t you coming?”

“More than once, I hope,” answered Steve, struggling to his feet and limping toward her. She watched closely and eagerly as his hard-on swayed back and forth. Chris followed behind him, full of lust after their long and intense kissing session.