Tell Tami and Claire about all the fantasies

Nobody bothered to get dressed as we all sat down around the coffee table to finally get a taste of that long-promised dessert. The cake wasn't anything fancy—lemon sponge cake with buttercream frosting—but Claire was an excellent baker and whatever secret ingredients she snuck into that recipe made it easily the best piece of cake I'd ever eaten in my life.

As Claire went to cut us all a second slice, Tami casually turned to Sonya and me and asked, "So, what was all that about a 'Waiting Game?' Sonya was gonna say something but you stopped her, Michael!"

"Come on, Michael," Claire called out from the kitchen. "What was it you told me about always being honest with people?"

Sonya looked at me for permission, excited to spill the beans.

"Fine," I shrugged. After all that just transpired, I figured we may as well.

This was gonna be interesting.

"It's easier if I show you," Sonya explained, then she daringly darted out the front door—still buck naked—and returned a few moments later with my laptop in her arms.

She plunked the computer down on the table, opened my "videos" folder, and—

"Is this the most recent one, Michael?"

I nodded, nervous. Sonya played the file, and Tami and Claire watched, transfixed, at the recorded video of Sonya, tilting the camera down to show us all that she had, in fact, inserted a third finger into her drenched blonde pussy.

"Whoa, hard core," Tami giggled.

I heard my own voice, coming through the speakers:

"Then, with you and Claire sitting there watching, I pin Tami to the bed and straddle her chest—squeezing my long, aching cock between her humongous tits..."

Claire and Tami looked over at me in surprise—

"And then I throw Claire down on the bed right next to you!" It was Sonya's voice, this time, and it got even more of their attention.

"And what do you do to her?" my voice asked.

"I climb on top of her beautiful, gorgeous face and I—I—Oh god, I can't believe I'm saying this..."

"What happens?"

"I drop myself onto her mouth and she—oh fuck! She licks me until I'm screaming—screaming—"

Claire instinctively reached out and paused the video, blushing deeply. She looked at Sonya in a whole new light.

"So, this Waiting Game you two play—these dirty stories—sometimes they're about us?" Tami asked.

"Actually," I said, "They're always about you."

Claire couldn't stop looking at Sonya. "And you were okay with this? You didn't get jealous of him fantasizing about me and Tami?"

"I started it," she answered bluntly.

I decided it was time to come clean:

"Fact is, you guys are the most gorgeous, sexy women I've ever laid eyes on, and I've been around you almost 24-7 for the entire summer. At first, this game was just a way for Sonya and I to let off some steam, but then it sort of became..."

"It sort of became our entire fantasy life," Sonya finished.

Nobody knew what to say, so Claire just decided to serve us all our second helping of cake...