My wife Helen and I had already experimented successfully with FMM threesomes as well as with full partner swaps. We had never tried FFM though, simply because the opportunity had never arisen. So when it arose, it came as a surprise to both Helen and me. This goes back a while when we visited our friend Sylvie in France. She is a lovely person with a splendid personality and is very attractive with medium height, slim build and long dark hair. She had recently separated from her husband because he could not cope with her confession that she felt that she was bi-curious. When we visited her in summer, she had already recovered well from having been dumped. There were also many conversations shared by mainly her and Helen but also involving me which contributed to her feeling more upbeat and positive. It was great to see her lovely smile again. While we visited her in the scenic region of Limousain, we often went cycling and hiking together. One of these hikes saw us walking through very quiet countryside with no one around to be seen for hours. As we planned not to pass through any human habitation, we had packed our own lunch picnic in our rucksacks. It was a wonderfully sunny day and promised to be hot. As we got ready, I was delighted to see the ladies’ attire: Helen was wearing a short summer dress that was kept in place by two thin shoulder straps. They and the deep cleavage made it virtually impossible to wear a bra underneath, and I was sure that she was indeed braless. Helen can get away braless very easily thanks to her firm breasts. She was also wearing trainers, and I could also see that she had not taken off her trademark anklet. Sylvie was dressed with a vest top that left her midriff bare. In fact it was so short that it just covered her breasts and was more like a bikini top. I wondered if she was wearing a bra underneath and thought that she probably wasn’t. She was also wearing very tight shorts that accentuated her buttocks rather nicely, and a pair of trainers. So we set off using the cooler hours before noon for a good part of our hike. Long stretches of our hike took us on narrow trails. So we had to stay behind each other. Whenever this was the case, I deliberately trailed behind to last of the three of us. This way I could enjoy the view of the two ladies in front: Helen in her mini dress that only went to mid-thigh and showed off her toned legs. As she was walking, the loose cotton material of her dress was swinging (pun intended) from side to side revealing even more of her thighs – to the point that occasionally I thought that it would not have taken much more movement of the material and her buttocks would have come into view. At very best, she was wearing a tiny g-string; or perhaps she was going commando. As to Sylvie, her bum encased by her tight shorts was wiggling in front of me, and that was also a beautiful sight to behold. I could not make out any panty line, so I was wondering if she was wearing any underwear or if she was naked under her shorts. At times I found it hard to concentrate on where I was going. As it was getting hotter and we were getting hungry, we decided to have our picnic lunch and we found an idyllic spot for that. We spread out our blankets and laid out our food. We were sitting cross-legged like yogis on the blankets in a circle facing each other. I had already taken off my t-shirt, and as we started eating our lunch, Sylvie remarked with a sigh that she was hot and she in turn removed her top. As I had guessed, she was naked under her short top and was now sitting topless opposite us. What a lovely lunch to enjoy good food in the company of two attractive ladies, one of whom was bare-breasted with wonderfully firm and tanned breasts. The other, my lovely wife Helen, had pushed down the two straps of her dress so that it was held in place just above her phantastic breasts. But the main attraction she afforded to me and probably also Sylvie was the fact that because of her posture her dress had ridden up considerably up to the very top of her thighs. So I, and probably also Sylvie, could clearly see that Helen was not wearing any panties. Her clean shaven pussy was obvious to see. Wow, what a spectacle! A topless lady on one side, my pantyless and pussy-flashing wife on the other side. Once we had finished our lunch and re-packed everything in our rucksacks, Helen suggested:” Shall we have a siesta and do some sunbathing?” Good idea, everybody agreed. Helen pulled her dress over her head and exposed her naked body to Sylvie’s and my eyes. She lay down on her tummy pretty much in the middle of the blankets. What a sight to behold to see her toned naked bum. Sylvie and I followed her lead and stripped naked. I only had to push down my shorts to be naked and I wondered how Sylvie might react. Without any ado, she slipped her hands under the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. Lo and behold, no panties underneath, just wonderfully tanned naked skin. And with delight I noticed that she was also clean shaved or waxed in the nether region, like Helen and I. She looked even more gorgeous in the nude than when dressed. So I lay down belly down on one side of Helen and Sylvie used the space on the other side of Helen, also lying face down. I was just beginning to doze off with images of the two naked ladies in my head when I heard Sylvie’s voice:” Helen, could you put some sunscreen on my back, please?” I turned my head to their side, pretended to have my eyes closed but was curious to see what was happening. Helen got up and knelt next to Sylvie. She squeezed sunscreen from the bottle and massaged it in making circular movements with her hands over Sylvie’s shoulders. Again and again, Helen’s hands moved slowly and caressingly over Sylvie’s shoulders and neck. It was obvious that Sylvie was relaxing and enjoying Helen’s ministrations. Helen’s hands moved down Sylvie’s back. Before reaching her buttocks, she paused for a moment before her hands travelled down over Sylvie’s buttocks where Helen spent some time spreading the sunscreen over Sylvie’s bum and massaging her buttocks in circular movements. From time to time, Sylvie made sounds of deep breaths and low sighs and moans. Helen’s hands then travelled down along the length of Sylvie’s legs, from bum to toes and back again, first one leg and then the other. This was a super-sexy show seeing from a very short distance how my lovely wife was pampering our friend. An additional feast for my eyes was that Helen was sometimes kneeling, sometimes squatting so that I had an unobstructed view of her pussy which showed distinct signs of arousal. I was equally turned on by these proceedings and sported a healthy erection. And just when I thought that the show was over, I heard Helen say:” Cherie, do you want to turn over?” Wow! Sylvie did turn over with a sigh of deep contentment and lay down with her eyes closed. Again Helen stunned me when she turned to me and said:” Jonathan, do you want to give me a hand?” “Sure,” I said and I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. However my cock spoke a different language as it was now fully erect and leaking pre-cum profusely. She looked at my cock, saw its erection and smiled at me. Then she licked her lips and blew me a kiss. Helen again squeezed copious amounts of sunscreen from the bottle into her hands and passed it on to me. I did the same and watched in amazement as Helen began massaging the sun cream into Sylvie’s upper body where she paid particular attention to her breasts. I did not want to stay behind and started rubbing in the cream into Sylvie’s legs. I concentrated on the top and outside of her thighs before moving my hands down her calfs and to her feet. Sylvie drew in air sharply but I did not know whether she did so because I was moving my fingers between her toes, whose nails were varnished in the most beautiful crimson, or because Helen was kneading Sylvie’s nipples with her fingers. I also had the impression that Sylvie was progressively opening her legs. Was this an invitation for me to go further? If it was I decided to decline the offer for now and carried on caressing her legs. However my reverie ended when I saw out of the corner of my eye that Helen bent over Sylvie and planted a tender kiss on Sylvie’s lips. Sylvie responded to the approach, planted her arms around Helen’s neck and shoulders and drew Helen towards her. The initially cautious kiss became more like a French kiss when Sylvie opened her lips. Helen followed suit and I became witness to the two ladies exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues. The most erotic of sights! In fact the sight was so captivating that I almost forgot about my own task at hand. So I resumed my assault on Sylvie’s legs paying progressively more attention to the insides of her thighs. Again I noticed that she opened her legs even wider than before giving me full access to her pussy. I let my fingers trail over her pussy. My word, it felt so soft and warm, and it was wet, very wet! I began caressing her outer labia in circular motions and brought my thumb down to her clitoris. Her response was a muffled moan. I looked over and saw her and Helen still locked in a deep French kiss. With my thumb I started to gently massage her clitoris while I inserted my middle finger into her soaking pussy where I performed slow pumping movements in rhythm to my thumb stroking her clitoris. Just when Sylvie started undulating her hips in the apparent attempt to gain release of the desire pent up in her body, I noticed some movement next to me. Helen had broken their kiss. She moved herself down towards Sylvie’s abdomen and eventually positioned herself between Sylvie’s legs. She drew nearer to her body and was then facing Sylvie’s splayed legs and her clean shaven pussy. Sylvie seemed to know exactly what was about to happen as she lifted her legs a little so that her feet came resting on the blanket. This spread her legs even further giving Helen better access to her pussy which looked so inviting. I was watching from the side as Helen let her fingers trail up and down Sylvie’s thighs. She brought up her hands to the inside of Sylvie’s thighs, just to the point of the outer folds of her pussy lips. Then she let her hands retreat back towards Sylvie’s ankles and feet. I was sure that Helen could see the moisture glistening on Sylvie’s pussy and perhaps also smell it. I wondered what it might do for Helen? Would it be like an aphrodisiac for her like it was for me? This question was instantly answered when my adorable wife leaned down and planted a kiss on Sylvie’s labia. Then she turned her head towards me and whispered to me:” Fuck me, darling.” Imagine the maelstrom that was racing through my head – Helen was about to give oral sex to another woman for the first time and I was asked to fuck her from behind at the same time. Just as I complied with her request, I saw how her tongue was running over the edge of Sylvie’s vaginal lips before diving it deep down into the folds of her pussy. In the meantime I had positioned myself behind Helen where I lined up my cock at the entrance to her love hole. In one slow push my cock found its target and penetrated Helen’s pussy. I started a slow rhythm because I wanted to enjoy the moment but also because I did not want to disrupt Helen’s cunnilingus with too sudden fucking motions. Helen’s pussy felt wonderfully tight owing to the lack of foreplay and yet it was wonderfully wet providing just the right balance between friction and lubrication. As I was fucking Helen doggystyle I noticed that she had reached down with one of her hands to her pussy. Her fingers had made contact with her clitoris and were pleasuring her love button. Helen is always very fond of bringing herself off, whether with a cock in her pussy or without, whether with an audience or without. Her masturbation never fails to achieve its objective, which means that she reaches orgasm very easily. Owing to the eroticism of the situation, this was no exception. Her fingers gathered momentum as they were pleasuring her pussy and clitoris while I was pumping my cock into and out of her pussy at a measured pace. I wanted this to last and not cum too soon, but noticed that Helen was getting closer and closer to the point of no return. And sure enough, it only took her a few more moments before she erupted into a seemingly big orgasm. It was accompanied by moans and muffled whimpering as she was still giving oral to Sylvie. I was presented with the most amazing image – Helen’s bum and pussy lined up just in front of me, her upper body leaning over Sylvie’s legs and abdomen, her head buried deep between Sylvie’s legs and Sylvie sprawling out under Helen with her eyes closed and her breath coming in short loud gasps. Once Helen had come down from the height of her orgasm, she straightened up from Sylvie’s body and leaned over to me. I instantly knew what she wanted. ” Come and taste Sylvie’s pussy.” she whispered to me. With this she moved her face closer to mine until our lips met. She opened hers, I opened mine and our tongues began dancing around each other. It was intoxicating to kiss my adorable naked wife in the presence of our naked friend, who was lying next to us, and to taste Sylvie’s pussy juices on Helen’s lips and tongue. I was in heaven and was amazed as to how easily Helen had taken to girl-on-girl sex and pussy licking. She then turned her head to Sylvie and asked her: “Sylvie, darling, do you want to borrow Jonathan’s cock?” Sylvie opened her eyes, looked first at Helen, then at me and replied:” Oui, Jonathan, prend moi. Fais-moi l’amour.” It seemed Sylvie was removed from reality so much that she replied in French. But whatever she would have answered, her body spoke a clear language. So I pulled myself up her body until my face was level with hers. Our lips made contact and started a most sensuous kiss. As we were snogging, I felt Helen’s hand which was reaching between Sylvie’s and my body. She seized my cock, and while I lifted my body up a little she was able to fully grasp it with her hand. I then felt how she guided my cock towards Sylvie’s waiting pussy. My cock head brushed against her pussy. Helen released her grip on my cock so I could plunge my cock deep into Sylvie’s pussy in one slow push. It felt wonderful to delve deep inside her pussy with my cock. It felt phantastically lubricated and yet amazingly tight. For a second I wondered how long it had been since last time Sylvie had had a cock up her pussy. These thoughts were quickly dispelled as I gently started a motion that brought my cock out to the folds of her pussy before I plunged it back in again as deeply as it went. Every time I did this she exhaled air with a gasp. Then I heard her whisper:” Baise moi. Je veux sentir ta bite dans ma chatte.” I looked across at Helen and saw that she was watching us intently and she was pleasuring her pussy with her fingers drawing circles along her labia and around her clitoris. Our eyes met and she murmured to me:” Fuck her, darling. Make her come.” I felt Sylvie’s vaginal muscles clamp down on my cock. It was a wonderful sensation and it was accompanied by Sylvie moving her hips more vigorously now. It was evident that she was getting closer to her orgasm. Her pelvis was bucking energetically as I thrust into her pussy more quickly and more briskly. And then she orgasmed, screaming inaudibly and it seemed that several waves were hitting her. This in turn brought me very close to the edge. Helen must have sensed this and again I heard her whisper:” Sylvie darling, do you want him to come in your pussy?” Sylvie’s answer was not more than shallow breathing;” Vas-y. Viens dans ma chatte.” With both Helen’s and Sylvie’s consent I increased the pace of my thrusts. I was relishing the feeling of my cock thrusting deep into her womb which I alternated with extracting it almost completely before pushing it back into her pussy. And then I could not hold back any longer and I flooded Sylvie’s pussy with my spunk in two waves. When Sylvie and I had calmed down from the heights of our orgasms, I looked aside at Helen. Her eyes were gleaming, she smiled at us and said:” Wow, that was super sexy.” With this she leaned over and French-kissed first me and then Sylvie. Before I rolled off Sylvie I was fortunate enough to steal another French kiss from her. While we were snogging, I noticed movement next to us. So I looked up and saw Helen crawling down along Sylvie’s body until she had positioned herself between Sylvie’s splayed legs in a kneeling position. I guessed what was going to happen. Helen brought her face level with Sylvie’s open legs and once again began planting kisses on her pussy. She then firmly locked her lips around Sylvie’s labia, and I was sure that she was giving her a most exciting post-coital cunnilingus. Sylvie stretched her body and she showed her appreciation by spreading her legs even further and sighing. Helen resurfaced after a few minutes and laid down again next to us. She brought her face close to Sylvie’s and again kissed her. Their mouths opened and I could see remnants of Sylvie’s love juice and my spunk being exchanged from mouth to mouth. Helen then broke her kiss with Sylvie, leaned over towards me and started French-kissing me. With her tongue she shoved drops of the love juice cocktail into my mouth. It tasted unusual but gave me a very arousing sensation. The three of us continued exchanging kisses until the aroma of our combined love juices had dissipated. We were lying next to each other, relaxing naked and relishing the afterglow of our love-making. The rest of our holiday with Sylvie was a festival of sex, with Helen and I fucking, Sylvie and I fucking and the two ladies exploring their bi-curiosity. On one occasion, when I returned from shopping, I caught the two ladies out in a steamy girl-on-girl sex show as they were locked in a passionate 69 position bringing each other to orgasm. When they realised that I was watching them, they carried on unperturbed. This set the scene for the rest of our holidays when there was no secret or jealousy, no matter in which combination we enjoyed our sex.