Man Flu 4: Part 2 (Patreon)

Missy stands, her wide eyes glimmering with excitement, as my wife unbuttons the top few buttons of her dress with one hand and unties the back of her plain white apron with the other.

“I can’t believe we’re having a threesome.”

“Neither can he.”  Quips Chelsea as she slips the apron off of Missy and tosses it over my head.

Missy giggles.  “You’re something else Mrs. Parker.  I thought you’d be so angry when Jordan and I broke the news.”

“Dear girl.”  Chelsea says as she opens the maid’s dress to reveal the soft, voluptuous body beneath.  Missy does nothing to resist.  The matching pink panties and bra I recognized as a gift I’d given her just last month.  “A true lady would never allow herself to become upset by a princess like you finding her knight in shining armor.”

“He he he…”  Missy’s titters cut off abruptly as the words sink in.  “Wait, princess?”  Smack!  With an upward swing my wife lays a stiff spank across Missy’s sizable right breast causing it to half pop out of the cup of the bra.  “OOOO!”  She hops with a stunned look on her face.  “Mrs. Parker!”

“You are a princess my dear.”  Chelsea laughs.  “Like from a fairy tale.  I admire you.  I really do.”

“I am?  You do?”

“Yes!  My goodness.”  She says as she looks up and down Missy’s full figure.  “To turn the head of a wealthy married man as a woman with your limited…opportunities.  That takes something really special.”

I knew my wife well enough to know that when she said ‘opportunities’ she actually meant ‘attractiveness’ but young Missy takes it as a face value compliment.  “Jordan did say that I was special.”

“Of course he did.”  Chelsea unfastens the back of Missy’s bra and watches her heavy jugs spill out into the open as she pulls it off of her.  The bra was barely out of her grasp when she sinks her hand into the big mound of soft flesh.  “It is so obvious just looking at you.  All our guests have asked about.  Who is that beautiful red-headed girl they ask?”  That was flat out lie.  Nobody had said any such thing.

“They have?”

“They have Missy.”  Chelsea swears.  The forked tongue of the devil himself couldn’t have been more convincing.  “Even I’ve always noticed it.”  With mock bashfulness my wife pauses.  “Even if I was afraid to say anything.”

“You…you did?”

“Oh my goodness yes.”  She croons.  “You are sooo pretty.  So funny.  So sweet and sexy.  You brighten our whole home every time you enter.”  She looks Missy in the eyes and whispers.  “You are one in a million princess.”

“Mmm.  I…I think you’re very pretty too.”  Missy sighs with swoony eyes.  “You’re soooo beautiful!”

“Thank you sweetheart.”  Chelsea smiles.  “It’s nice to hear someone thinks so.”

“Ohhh Mrs. Parker!”  Missy leans into her as my wife massages her big tits.

I still stand gawking with a very confused chubby growing my pants.  My lifelong fantasy about having a threesome had always involved me and two women, which was what this was, but it also involved my dick and my dick alone.  This whole situation had me completely off kilter.  All I knew right now was that seeing my hot wife in just her robe groping another woman’s tits had my temperature rising fast.

“Mmm.”  Chelsea grabs both of Missy’s breasts and lifts them high to let go and watch them bounce to a rest again before returning to groping roughly.  “She’s got a nice rack.  A damn fine pair of big fat titties.  Bet you just loved that, hey babe?”

“Huh?”  I snap out of my daze.  “Oh, um, yeah.  They’re nice.”  My wife and I were talking about another woman’s rack…this was so weird!  “Not better than yours though!”  I hurry to add.

“Oh don’t lie.” She snorts.  “You are such a liar.”  As her fingers cup the undersides her thumbs flick across Missy’s pert nips.  “Young and full and sooo responsive.”  She wasn’t wrong on that last bit.  Part of what I liked about Missy’s tits was how easy it was to get a rise out of her big nipples.

“Ohhh Mrs. Parker.”  Missy squirms.  “Th-That’s starting to feel real nice.”

“Mmm, I bet it is sweetheart.”  Grabbing a big fleshy pinch of each of Missy’s plump pink nipples Chelsea squeezes hard.

“OOOOO!”  Missy hoots and her eyes flare wide at the sudden intensity.  “Ooooooo!”  Her voice rises as my wife squeezes ever tighter until the poor girl is all tense and grimacing and right on the edge of tapping out before finally letting her go all at once.  “Hah!”  She gasps with a look of shock.  “OH!  Mrs. Parker!”

Chelsea smacks a titty and kisses her cheek.  “Bet Jordan never touched you like that before.”

“N-No Ma’am!”

“He he he.”  She chuckles.  “I know he didn’t.  He thinks us fragile.  Never really goes as far as he can.  Takes a woman to know how a woman really needs to be touched.”  She glances my way.  “You just going to stand there with your mouth open?  This is what you always wanted.”

“Um…”

She notices my distracted looks toward her crotch and lets out a loud cackle.  “Ha ha ha!  Why Jordan!  You’re not threatened by me, are you?”

“Threatened?”  I scoff with false bravado.  “No!  Of course not.”

“Don’t be so insecure.  It’s just a penis.  Could be fun!”  She says.  “You don’t even have to touch it if you don’t want.  Although maybe you do.  You’ve had my dried up old cunt so often you’re probably sick of it.”

“Chelsea…!”

“If it’s your fragile male ego you’re worried about, don’t be.  I don’t even know how to use the darn thing.  Plus I’m not even big.”

“You’re not?”  I shoot back so quickly that I inadvertently give away that had been a major concern.  The last thing I wanted was to be shown up by my own wife.

“Nah.”  She says, sounding almost disappointed.  “It’s a bit small if anything.  I guess you can only grow so much in one night.  Don’t worry Jordan, yours is bigger.”

“Oh.”  While this still made a threesome weird for me it was huge relief to hear.  Trying to play it off as something trivial I say.  “I wasn’t worried about that.  You always said that size doesn’t matter, right?”

The girls share a glance and a laugh.  “Oh yes.  Of course dear.”

“It’s just…weird.”

“Oh get over it.  So you don’t get two pussies.  What would you even do with two if you had them?  You can only fuck one at a time.  Besides, two dicks to one snatch is a way better ratio than the other way around.”  As she talks to me her right hand snakes down Missy’s soft body and tucks into her panties.  Through the cloth I watch her fingers glide down over Missy’s clit and slit.  “Especially when it takes all a man’s got to satisfy one of us.  I’m sure sweet Missy can handle both of us, can’t you Missy girl?”

“Ohhh Mrs. Parker.”  Missy sighs yet again as the fingers on her cooch begin to rub.  Shifting in closer she lays her head on my wife’s shoulder as one arm slips around her for support and the other hand softly grips Chelsea’s diddling arm.  “Mmmm.”

“You think you can take two dicks princess?”

“Yes Mrs. Parker.”  

“Of course you can.  Not for the first time either, is it?”

“No Ma’ammmm.”

“Didn’t think so.  Pretty girl like you.”

“Feels good.”  She whimpers into her neck as down below her hips begin to rock to my wife’s fingering.  “Mmmmm.”

“Good girl.”  She pets her curly red hair.  Having raised two spirited girls into dynamic women Chelsea’s practiced praise flows naturally and Missy eats it up.  “She’s so wet already!  How I miss being young.”

“Nnnngh.”  Missy groans as Chelsea’s two middle fingers curl up inside of her.  “Oh yesss.  HAH!”  She gasps as Chelsea pulls back out and gives her pussy a stiff slap before jamming the fingers back in to finger fuck the reeling maid.  “Ohhhhh!”

“You’re gonna miss the whole thing on the sidelines babe.”  Chelsea prods.  “She’s ready for us.  Get in here if you’re getting in.”

Looking up and down Missy’s fine, full figure and the growing spot of dampness on her panties where my gorgeous wife fingered her I lick my lips with a growing hunger.  In the back of my mind alarms were blaring.  Despite her words I knew that Chelsea was hurt and angry over my breaking of our vows.  But those warning signals were all but drowned out by the roar of my libido.  There were two hot women right in front of me, one just her panties and the other in just a robe, waiting for me to join them.  Listening to my dick over my brain is what lead me to cheating in the first place, an act that I KNEW would had further ramifications, yet despite that sobering knowledge I find myself unable to resist it again.  At this point a threesome couldn’t make anything worse.  I didn’t want to lose her, and I was going to fight to keep her once this was over, but if this was Chelsea’s crazy way of ending our marriage and saying goodbye so be it.  We might as well go out with a bang!

“You sure this is cool?”

Chelsea grins.  “It’s not cool baby, this is red hot.”

“Fuck it.”  Not even bothering to unfasten the rest of my buttons I pull my shirt up and off of me and toss it across the room.  I step in on the other side of Missy to sandwich her body between ours.  I fill my left hand with one of Missy’s tits and my right with a handful of ass.

“OHHHH!”  Missy mewls as she is groped from both sides at once.

“Thank you.”  I whisper across to my wife as I fondle the girl between us.  “I love you.”

Chelsea’s response is to pull her hand from Missy’s underwear and jam them into my mouth!  “Mmmf!”  The salty flavor and aroma of pussy fills my senses.  “Mmm.”  Her fiery gaze locked on mine I eagerly suck the succulent juice from her fingers.  “Rrrm!”

With her other hand she grabs Missy roughly by the hair and pulls her down to her chest.  Using Missy’s face to push the robe to the side she exposes one of her apple sized breasts.  Not needing to be asked Missy starts to kiss and lick while her hand slips in the other side to fondle.  Missy’s fair milky white flesh contrasted beautifully against Chelsea’s warm tan as did her small, voluptuous figure against my wife’s long, lithe physique.  Together they were so much woman to look at.  Holy shit this was so fucking hot!  My cock, as hard as oak, strains for release.

Spotting the tent in my pants Chelsea smirks then licks her lips.  Fixing me with a smoldering stair she pulls Missy away and begins to glide her way downward, the fingers in my mouth slipping from my lips to leave a wet trail down my neck and chest as she goes.  Like a good dance partner Missy reads the intent and goes along with her.  The next thing I knew both women were on their knees in front of me.

Missy giggles with erotic anticipation as Chelsea unbuckles my belt and releases my fly.  My trousers free she wastes no time in yanking them down to my ankles.  My stiffy springs free to bubbly applause from Missy.

“Go ahead.”  Chelsea gives Missy a nudge.  “Have at him.”

Grinning from ear to ear Missy gazes up to me with glimmering sapphire eyes.  I run my fingers through her soft curly hair and pull her into me.

“Ohhhh.”  I moan as her hot, wet mouth wraps around my manhood.

“Good girl.”  Chelsea whispers with a soft caress of the young woman’s back.

“Hmmm.”  Missy hums happily as her plump lips seal tight and she begins to suck my cock in earnest.

“Ohhh shit.”  The feel of her talented mouth was always amazing.  She was not necessarily a better cock sucker than my wife but definitely a much more willing one.  Unlike Chelsea who only went down on me as a treat to me, Missy actually enjoyed giving head and that enthusiasm made all the difference.  “Ohhhh.”  I grab her head with the other hand too and slowly thrust in and out of her sucking mouth.  “That’s it.  Yesss.”

“He likes it.”  Chelsea whispers into Missy’s ear as she slips the top half of her robe off her shoulders to press her body into hers.  “What a good little cock sucker you are.  Good girl.”

“Mmmm!”  Missy sucks harder.

My wife slides her cheek along Missy’s to slip in beneath to mouth and tongue my balls.

“Fuuuck!”  Seeing both women topless and at my feet servicing my manhood was even hotter than I’d imagined it would be.  We’d only begun but already I am pushing back against a rising pressure in my balls.  I wanted this to last as long as possible.  I shift my left hand from Missy’s head to stroke Chelsea’s smooth black hair then close my eyes to savor this incredible moment.  “Ohhhh!”

“Deeper Missy.  Deeper.”  Chelsea whispers between sucks.  “Take him all the way.”

“Glrp!”  Missy struggles as all at once she had my entire five plus inches inside of her.  Looking down I see Chelsea’s hand on the back of her head pushing her into me.  “Hrrrmmm!”  

“That’s it you slut.  Choke on that cock.”

“RRMM!”  Tears in her eyes Missy growls as she hurriedly struggles to adapt to the sudden depth.  She could deep throat, I knew that from experience, but usually it was something she worked up to.  After a moment she fights through her gag reflex then defiantly roots in even harder to welcome in every last bit of me.  My tip in her throat she gives a mighty suck!  “Hmmm!”

“Ohhh fuuuck!”  I groan.  My dick completely enveloped by hot mouth and sucked on harder than it had ever been I am trembling.

“Look at that!”  Chelsea exclaims.  “She can take it.  She can take it all.  I never could make it that last inch.  She’s got me beat.  I just knew this princess was a slut.  A true slut princess.”  Whap!  She punctuates the insult with a quick smack to the girl’s tit.

“Mmmm!”  Missy moans, not the least bit thrown or upset in the shift of language.  In fact it prompts her to slip a hand between her legs to start playing with herself.  Chelsea lets her go and Missy instantly starts bobbing like mad, taking me root to tip on every sucking stroke as if to show off her prowess  “Mm!  Mm!  Mm!  Mm!”

“Hot damn.  That looks too damn good.”  Chelsea says, genuinely impressed.  “I’ve got to try some of that.”

“Hm, hm, hm!”  Missy giggles without missing a suck.  “Hmm!”

Chelsea kiss Missy’s cheek and pull away.  Taking my hand from her head she uses it to help pull herself to her feet and stand beside me.  Untying the belt of her robe she says.  “I’ll finally get to feel what all the fuss is about with blowjobs.”

Time slows as the crimson robe parts like the curtains of a theater.  As the silk falls away all eyes turn to see the freshly grown ‘symptom’ of the Man Flu virus.  Into the open air spills my wife’s new penis.

“MMM!?”  Missy’s eyes bulge as she stops mid-stroke.

“What the fuuu…”  My words fade as my jaw falls slack.

“Oops!”  Chelsea titters girlishly.  “I might have told a little white lie.”

Little white lie!?  The lie was accurate, but what hung there wasn’t white and it sure as hell wasn’t little!

Part 3