0 comments/ 12735 views/ 0 favorites Three AM By: MissPrism 3 am. Amicia looked at the clock disbelievingly. She was still waking up every morning at 3 am, like clockwork. Sighing softly, she turned onto her side, and closed her eyes. I can't keep doing this, she thought to herself, it's really ridiculous. How was she supposed to get caught up on her work if she was falling asleep at her desk everyday? Rolling over onto her back, she grumbled softly and opened her eyes to look at the ceiling. She then turned over onto her stomach, pulled the covers up over her shoulders, snuggled close to her stuffed tiger and closed her eyes, again. Breathing deeply, she sank down into the pillows and waited for sleep to come. She waited... and waited.. and waited. It wasn't like she ever really slept alot, so her body should have been used to her sleepless ways. Two hours one night, maybe 4 hours the next. Having tried all the "remedies" for insomnia and finding that none of them worked for her, she normally just grabbed a book, or worse yet, got up and turned on the computer. A "net-addict", Amicia would sign onto a talker and watch the scroll of conversation while playing a game of MahJong on Yahoo. Sometimes, she would climb into bed after an hour or so of the game, drift off to sleep, wake up an hour later, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and go back to playing the game until it was time for her to get ready for work. Most days, she could cope, and no one would know that she had only gotten 2-3 hours of sleep, especially if she applied her makeup correctly to cover the circles beneath her eyes. Amicia turned over again to look at the clock. 3:25 am. It just was not going to go away. She already knew that. Growling softly, she sat up and turned on the light. A month had already passed, and still she could not seem to rid herself of this.. ache.. that built up within her at the same time every night. And nothing she did would rid her of it, this she also knew. She had tried everything the first two weeks. Masturbating with her hand didn't help, and the blue dolphin, while very stimulating, didn't seem to do anything other than make her sex throb that much more. Most nights, she couldn't make herself cum, which made things worse, and made her all the more furstrated. Lately, it seemed that during the day, she was a veritable grouch. Never a smile or a kind word, and most people had learned to just avoid her as much as possible. Amicia found herself snapping at her co-workers, friends and family members for making a simple request, or asking a question. The worst thing someone could ask was 'Are you okay?', as it made her want to cry, but instead of crying, she would just brush past whoever had asked, tersely answering, 'It's none of your business.' When she got home at night, she was always a little saddened by how she had treated everyone, and whispered apologies in her prayers, in hopes that somehow, whoever she had offended during the day, would hear and forgive. Sighing a little, Amicia flipped back the covers and walked across the room to her bookshelf. She had bought a new book, "The Lunatic Cafe", just before her trip, and hadn't gotten around to reading it yet. "If I'm not going to sleep, I may as well read." she muttered to herself. Brushing her fingertip over the spine of each of her books, she frowned a little when she couldn't find the book. Going over each book again, she hrmmed softly, trying to remember what she had done with the new one. Turning from the bookshelf, she looked around the room, then oh'd softly as she suddenly remembered where she had placed it. Going to the closet, she pulled out her overnight bag and took it over to the bed with her. She had packed the book for the last trip she had made, just in case she needed something to do to pass the time. Of course that hadn't happened. The meeting had gone exceptionally well, and the friend she had known for so long had become her lover. They had drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, and at just about three am, he had rolled her onto her back and slipped between her thighs. At first she wasn't sure what was happening, but once he entered her, she was fully awake, moaning loudly and cumming quickly, with his hand pressed over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure. Amicia never would have thought that she would have enjoyed having someone wake her up at three in the morning, but she did. Shaking her head, Amicia rubbed her arms. She was suddenly very warm, and her nipples throbbed to attention at the memory of his lovemaking. This was not helping her situation at all. Opening the bag, she looked into it and smiled. She had taken all her clothes out but forgot to remove the book, her perfume and bath and body stuff before putting the bag away. She took out the book, then turned the bag over and dumped the rest of its contents out onto her bed. Picking through the contents, she found the black lace thong she had been looking for and the lipstick that she was sure she had accidentally thrown away. She started putting things away, making sure everything went back to where it belonged, and then she found the collar. The thin strip of black leather was dotted with 7 small beautiful jade orbs. Holding it up, she smiled and blushed, remembering how he had closed it about her neck the first night they were together. Reaching up to touch her throat, she could almost feel the gentle grip the leather had about her neck that night. Taking a deep breath, she turned, thinking to put it in the jewelry box on her nightstand, but then remembered what it was he had said to her. 'Wear this and think of me.' Lifting her arms, she put the collar about her neck, and closed it securely before turning it so the latch was in the back. Touching each little droplet of jade, she closed her eyes and purred softly. The leather was snug about her throat, almost feeling as if it were his hand, holding her steady just before his face came close to hers... Clearing the rest of the items from the bed, Amicia stacked her pillows high behind her and laid back, book in hand, prepared to read. She was wide awake now, and it was nearing 4 am. Going to sleep now would be dangerous, she might over sleep and then she would be late to work, and that wouldn't be a good thing at all. Reaching up to touch the collar again, she smiled to herself and began to read. ******************************************** Amicia woke to the feel of her legs being opened. Groaning softly in protest, she tried closing her thighs shut, only to find something firmly lodged between them.. a body. Opening her eyes, she gasped loudly, only to have a hand pressed over her mouth. "Ssssshhh!" he whispered, as his naked body came up to cover her own. Closing her eyes again, Amicia inhaled deeply and then smiled, bringing her arms up to encircle them about his neck. It was him. She knew from the scent of his cologne. Her fingers threaded through the soft locks of his hair as her legs came up to close about his waist. His mouth replaced his hand, and he kissed her thoroughly. Amicia purred, squeezing him with her thighs, responding to his kiss. His teeth scraped over her lips and her fingers tightened within his hair as the kiss intensified. "I've missed you.." she murmured against his lips. Moving her hands from his hair to his shoulders, she carefully scratched at his skin while lifting her hips, rubbing her wet sex against him. He raised up onto his knees and reached for her hands. Gripping her wrists tightly, he held them down at her sides and forced her thighs wide apart with his knees. He leaned over her, flattening her breasts beneath his chest and growled softly against her ear. "Your hands stay here, understand?" Amicia nodded, unable to speak. Feeling her heart thud beneath her breast, her nipples throbbed against his chest, and she groaned softly as he began to take control of her once more. Curling her fingers in the sheets, she closed her eyes once more as his mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck, just above the thin leather collar, and below her right ear. His breath was hot on her skin as his teeth dug into the soft flesh of her throat, marking her as his own. His hands moved to unwrap her legs from about his waist. His erection slid against the smooth moist lips of her sex as he placed her feet flat on the bed and pushed them up, until the back of her heels touched the back of her thighs. Amicia whimpered as he positioned her body so that she was completely open to him. He leaned over her once more, pressing soft kisses to her neck and her chest, before his lips latched onto her left breast. Amicia moaned and arched high off the bed, her body trembling with need for him. "Please.. please don't make me wait" she whispered to him. But he would not be rushed. He slowly suckled her breasts, teasing both nipples with his teeth and tongue, then eased his way down her body, taking time to lap at her navel before forcing her thighs open once more with his shoulders. Amicia writhed on the bed, tugging at the sheets, her body hot and flushed. As he situated his body between her legs, he looked up at her and whispered, "Have I told you how beautiful you are? Naked and waiting for me.. wanting me.." Amicia opened her mouth to respond, but the words changed into a high pitched moan of pleasure as he slowly drew his tongue over her clit. His hands still held tight to her ankles as his face disappeared between her thighs. Amicia was able to lift her hips and press herself fully against his face as his tongue teased the opening of her sex. Her fingers tightened and tugged at the sheet, yearning to touch him, his shoulders, his hair. Murmuring and whispering his name, Amicia cried out as she was almost sent over the edge of her orgasm. She felt the familiar tingling in the arch of her foot, and the inner walls of her sex fluttered around his tongue as it delved deep within her. Unable to control herself, Amicia reached down between her legs to curl her fingers within the soft strands of his brown hair once more. Pressing her heels firmly into the mattress, Amicia rocked her hips furiously up against his face, her cries becoming louder, her pleas more urgent. "I.. I'm going to cum.. please.. please.. don't stop.. dont stop!" she cried over and over again. His head came up, and his eyes seemed to glow with a devilish glint. "Where are your hand supposed to be?" He dipped his head down to kiss the inside of each thigh, and then her stomach as he waited for her to answer. Amicia stammered, quickly untangling her hands from his hair. "They.. they are supposed to be here," she placed her hands back at her sides "beside me." He smiled again as he raised up once more on his knees. His hands released her ankles and one hand dropped between her legs to lightly trace the puffy outline of the lips of her sex. She lifted herself once more, unable to contain her need to be touched by him. He slipped a fingertip between the lush lips of her wet sex as he brought his thumb to the nub of her desire, lightly stroking it up and down. Amicia groaned, her hips falling back onto the bed. Her thighs quivered and her knees shook, unable to hold her body up any longer. "Do I need to bind your wrists together over your head?" he asked, his gaze meeting hers as his finger and thumb brought her once again to the brink of ecstacy. His thumb made constant circles about her clit, pressing just enough to cause her body to tremble. He slid his finger from her, only to slide it back in again, more deeply this time, adding a second finger. His other hand snaked up over her stomach to firmly grasp her left breast, giving it a squeeze. Amicia ooooo'd softly and closed her eyes. Her fingers released the sheet and her hands fluttered at her sides as she felt herself close to coming once again. "I asked you a question.." he murmured as he leaned over her once more, taking her left nipple between his lips as he kneaded her left breast, holding it up to his mouth. "No.. no no no you don't need to bind my wrists over my head.. I.. I'll keep them here.. where you told me to" She blushed. Even her voice, which was normally calm during even the worst situations, betrayed her need. She could hear her own lust.. her need, in the raspy stammering each time she spoke. Looking up at him, Amicia whimpered, squeezing his torso with her knees, begging him with her eyes to allow her to cum. "Oh, I know you will." He smiled down at her and gripped her wrists, squeezing them in his hands as he held them against her sides. Balancing himself carefully on his knees, layed himself over her body to look right into her eyes, keeping his mouth a breath away from hers. He spread his knees a little, forcing her thighs open a bit more and moved his hips, causing the tip of his cock to rub against the wet opening of her sex. Amicia gasped and pressed her head back against the bed, her lips moving even though no sound came forth. "Ask for it." he commanded. Moving his hips again, he lodged the engorged head of his cock within the soft folds of her pussy and held still, waiting for her to respond. Amicia cried out, feeling the gentle stretching of her opening. Her thighs pressed against his knees as she murmured "please.. " "Please what?" he asked, pulling back just a little. She felt his cock shift within her and groaned softly. His every movement caused a flurry of tingles to flood her veins, causing her body to begin to tremble again. Her chocolate brown nipples, which were already throbbing seemed to harden even more, and the walls of her sex contracted around the head of his cock. She saw his eyes close briefly, and new his need was as great as her own. Pressing her feet into the mattress again, she lifted her hips and further impaled herself on his thick shaft. "Please fuck me. I've missed feeling you inside me.. feeling myself being stretched open by you.. missed tasting your lips and feeling your body covering my own.. please.. I need this.. I need you." she whimpered. He held still, and Amicia bit her bottom lip. Her breasts heaved as she panted softly. "Please!" she begged once more. He growled softly, his grip like a vice about her wrists as he leaned forward and plunged his cock deep into her waiting sex. Amicia cried out and pressed her head back, deep into the pillow, arching her neck invitingly. His lips found her throat as his body covered her own and again, he marked her, biting above and below the collar. With each thrust, Amicia gasped and cried out, sometimes calling his name, sometimes begging him for more, sometimes mumbling incoherently. His hands held tight to her wrists, holding her in place beneath him as he claimed her body as his own. His mouth moved from her neck to her lips, then down over her chin, before finding her breasts. His thrusts continued, strong and steady, plundering her sex over and over again. Amicia's head thrashed back and forth as her entire body began to tense. With each stroke, he pushed her closer to her orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, she pleaded with him to let her cum. Her fingers twitched and fluttered, curling and uncurling in his grasp, and she squeezed his body tight with her knees, urging him to drive her over the edge. His mouth found hers in a near viscious kiss, biting at her lips, sucking hungrily at her tongue. He swallowed her moans and panted with her, lifting his head to break the kiss only to command her to cum with him. Amicia cried out again, and this time he covered her mouth with his, smothering her cries of ecstacy as she was finally able to cum. She could feel the hot spurts of his seed deep within her womb as her inner walls contracted and spasmed around his shaft. He released her wrists and brought his hands up to caress her cheeks, while kissing her lovingly in between gasps for air. Her hands came up to stroke his shoulders and then down his arms before circling them about his back, hugging him close as he hugged her. "I love you .." he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you." she whispered in return. Taking adeep breath, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms, feeling loved and satisfied. ******************************************** Amicia blinked and reached up to rub her eyes. Shaking her head a little, she yawned and stretched, wincing a little at the ache in her thighs. Snuggling back into the pillows, she purred, feeling well rested and extremely.. sated. Pulling the covers up to her chin, she looked over at the clock. She was definitely late for work. "Just a few more minutes..." she mumbled to herself. Smiling, she remembered the dream, and laughed a little. It had seemed so real. Reaching up again she touched the collar, and then the places on her neck where he had bitten her in her dream. Her body tingled deliciously and she was certain that if she looked, she would see that 'glow' that so many women talked about having after the man they loved make love to them. Sighing contentedly, she flipped back the covers and slipped from the bed. Bending to pick up the book that had been discarded sometime during the night, she smiled and placed it on the bookshelf where it belonged. She was ready to face the day. Three AM Hello and thank you to all my lovely listeners and fans. You send me such wonderful comments and emails...thank you, thank you! Something to tie you over until the next sections of Erotic Adventures go up. I promise it will be as soon as I can. Unfortunately I have a severe case of laryngitis. Luckily I had this done before that happened. Do enjoy...I know I did! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9 min/mp3) * * * * * Three Amazing Nights My first Deep Throat Experience: Oh I feel myself becoming wetter and wetter just thinking about what my husband did to me the other night. It was unlike any sexual encounter we had done before. I love for him to dominate me and make me pleasure his cock. Last night he ate my pussy, sucking on my clit and licking my pussy lips, thrusting his tongue in and out of my pleasure hole. .As I was sitting on his face, he forced my head down towards his cock as he slapped me on the ass. Uh Oh..mum. Then as I take the head of his cock in my mouth, tightly closing my lips around his cock. He places his hand between my legs, and stops sucking and gently biting my clit. What happened next he has never done before. He began to slap and spank my pussy. Oahu it felt sooo good. I love it when he pushes that limit. He began to do it faster, and faster. Not every slap hit my clit, but oh when it did it made me go down farther and farther on his cock. Oh yeah oh yes...I love sucking his cock....as he slapped my pussy he made me go deeper and deeper down on his cock. My pussy shivered with pleasure soaking his face with cum as his cock was deep in my throat. This was the first time I was able to ever deep throat his cock... Next he grabbed me and placed me on all fours then with his hard, long, cock he began to pound my hot, wet, throbbing pussy from the back....as I'm screaming I want your cock.. I need your cock..Harder oh yes.....yes...yes.. His nails begin to scratch my back as I cum again and again. Oh I'm sure you can see now why I can't stop thinking about what happened last night..It just makes me want to go and fuck myself until my lover gets home. Seducing my Husband: As I walk into the room I see my husband lying on the bed naked on his stomach. I have been fantasying all day long about what I wanted to do to him. I desire the smell of his skin and the taste of his sweat. My thighs have been longing for his touch. I approach him silently and softly I lean over him on all fours and begin to kiss and bite his neck. I slowly bite and suck on his ear. I whisper... I want your cock. Then I begin to kiss down his back as my hands follow his muscles down to his firm ass. Then I begin to bite and lick his ass as he is moaning. I bury my face in deeper into his ass....licking and biting. Oh...yeah...he really likes this... I can feel as I reach under him how hard and throbbing his cock has become. Next I take my tongue and follow his ass crack all the way back up to his neck. Kissing harder and more aggressively showing him how wet my pussy has become as I grind on him. Then with my nails I go back to his ass licking and biting the insides of his ass and thighs tonguing his balls and grabbing his cock. Spreading his ass apart as I go deeper... Taking my tongue I go back and forth over his asshole as he moans with pleasure. I begin playing with my clit rubbing it to the same motion as my tongue going over his asshole...mmmm...oh yeah... I gently persuaded him to roll over as he rolls over I waste no time in mounting his face with my cunt as I thrusting his hard cock down my throat....Yes! Yes! Yes! As he is biting my clit and sucking all my cum up..Mmmm... Oh I want him...I need him... I want his cock..His cock is so hard and so deep inside of me...my nose is buried in his balls. I can't breathe but I don't want to come up his cock feels so good in my throat. Oh yes his mouth feels so hot and firm sucking on my pussy and licking me harder and faster. I can tell he is about to cum I want him to cum deep inside my throat... a place he has never cum before... holding my breath, longing for the taste of his cum.. I feel him throbbing and releasing his load. Yum....I slowly lift my head off of his cock tasting him as his head slips out of my mouth. Oahu mmm yeah. I take my tongue and rub it across my lips tasting his every drop. Double Penetration: As I lay down on my back spreading my legs as my knees are bent, he firming places his hands around my legs holding me down as he buries his face in my cunt. He is sucking my pussy lips so sweetly and nibbling on my clit, then going back to my pleasure hole thrusting his tongue in and out of my vagina. Oh he has me sooo hot and wet I can barely stand it. I want him Oh how I want him. Desire fills my whole body as my legs begin to shiver. He moves his hands up to my breasts, firmly grabbing and squeezing my large breasts. Oh yes...mmmm...he is now pinching my nipples sooo hard.. Oh GOD...Yes... this is ecstasy... I am Cumming and Cumming again as he is growling and becoming an animal between my legs. I don't know what to focus more on.. how he is eating my pussy or how he has me pinned and pinching my nipples. I can see his hard cock and it makes me so horny thinking of what he is going to do to me next. He flips me over and begins to eat my pussy from the back licking my ass and biting my thighs oh yes he can do whatever he wants to me. I will be his sex toy. Just then I feel him placing anal beads at the entrance of my ass...Oh God..yes..he slowly inserts the smallest one. Ah...then the next one..OH..and the next until he has popped the largest one inside of me Ouch..oh but it hurts sooo good..Yes.. he tugs on the loop and pushes it deeper into my ass. Then he grabs my hips and thrusts his cock into my cunt so hard... as he presses his cock in it forces the beads to move and become deeper...yes Fuck me! Fuck Me!... I want your cock..Harder I scream....I'm yours. Yes! Yes! He begins to slap my ass as he is pounding me. He can feel the beads in my ass as his cock goes in and out of me. Deeper and deeper. He reaches in front of me and slaps my clit then grabs my nipples and squeezes them hard as he thrusts his cock in me even deeper. Biting my neck Oahu... I feel him throbbing and Cumming inside of me...oh I love to feel him cum..Oh yes! Yes! Yes! I love it when he fucks me like this. I am so wet just writing about this. I have to stop and touch myself just to calm down. Oh my god he is so good.... Jewell Three Amigos Anne, Donna and Tim – you never saw one that the other two weren't close by. Let us start our story by describing Anne Wolf. She is beautiful, sophisticated, tall and sexy, with skin like cocoa and legs that go on for miles. It seemed inevitable from a young age that she would become a model and she did do just that. She also graduated from high school with honors and from university Phi Beta Kappa while never turning down a lucrative modeling job. To no one's amazement, she negotiated all of her own contracts. Some people – those that didn't know her the way that Donna and Tim did – would have thought her cold and aloof. Yes, she could put on a cold veneer, but once she got to know you, the mask slipped and the warm smile appeared. Fiercely loyal to her friends, none were closer to her than Donna and Tim. Our next player is Tim Denton – Timothy to the rest of his family. Only a select few got to know him well enough to call him Tim. Those two included the two young women who had been his best friends since the 10th Grade. Tim had dated both young women, although nothing serious had ever come of it. Anne was out of his league, she ran with the elite. Donna never settled down and didn't seem to want to. Tim came from a life of privilege and his trust fund alone, if well managed, would make him a billionaire by the time he reached the age of 40. Tim never gave a damn about money because he knew that it could buy friendships. His best friends, the highest in that group being Anne and Donna, had enough money of their own not to be intimidated by his. They liked Tim despite his riches, not because of them. Nor were they intimidated by the sometimes-snobbish Denton clan, which delighted Tim. His mother was the only one in his family who had not been born into wealth and she often counseled him not to let "those lovely girls" go too far away. Last, but by no means least, is Donna D'Angelo - despite her blonde, petite good looks, was very much an Italian girl. Her parents were Sicilian and her father looked the part, although her mom had flaming red hair. Her family owned a successful winery, which Donna was preparing to take over one day. Her brothers were content to do as little as possible to earn their money, that wasn't true of Donna. She found business interesting and she liked to interact with people. It took her somewhat-traditional Papa a while to accept it was his daughter that would carry on the family legacy, but as he saw her dedication, he came to terms with it. Her mother was just thrilled that at last, a woman would prove to be as capable as any man. Donna, bless her heart, was so much better than her lazy sons. Andrea only hoped her daughter might still find love. At least she had her loyal friends, Anne and Tim, always by her side. She would never be lonely with those two loyal, steadfast companions. Theirs was a complicated and complex relationship, full of twists and turns. It all worked out for the best and the telling of the tale begins here. "I'm over here!" Anne waved as she saw Donna and Tim enter the café. She was thrilled to see that it was thriving and happy that she had convinced the others to throw in with her as investors. It was nice for them to have a place to congregate when they were all in the same city. That was happening far less than she would have liked these days. "Wow," Donna gushed as she saw the fabulous new dress her best friend – female – was wearing – or barely wearing. "That is some dress, where the heck did you get that?" "The designer made it especially for me, it was a gift," Anne said as she hugged Donna first and accepted a kiss on the cheek from Tim. "He got the better end of the deal, he was a dead fuck." "Oh-my-gawd, you'll never change," Donna laughed at her friend's candor. "I'm currently between lovers as well and Tim just broke it off with Lynn." "Really?" Anne leaned close. "Why can't you seem to find the right one, Timothy?" "Because none of them are ever as interesting or sexy as the two of you," Tim said with the same candor Anne had displayed. "Okay, that's Tim's reason explained, what about you, blondie?" Anne put her hand on top of Donna's. "I've seen some of your choices and, well, some of them were choice!" She laughed. "The last one ... were you with ...?" "A girl this time," Donna sighed. Her friends had known of her bi-sexuality since the 11th Grade and both of them were fine with it. "I don't know – when I'm with a girl, I want a guy. When I'm with a guy, I want the softness of a woman. I know, I know – I'm an idiot. I really don't want to settle down and have to make a choice," she confessed. Tim, wanting a break from all the seriousness, ordered coffee and dessert for the trio. After over a dozen years of friendship, he knew them like a book. Donna liked darker roasts, Anne favored lighter blends and not one of the three of them liked flavored coffees. All three of them loved cakes and pastries and as they were all very active, they could indulge. Tim ordered three different desserts and knew that they would all be taking bites from each other's plates. There were very few times they weren't on the same page about anything. "Are you coming to dinner this Saturday?" Donna asked her companions. Tim had a mouthful of Biscotti and couldn't talk, so he just nodded. "I've been on a shoot in Rome for a month," Anne grinned. "I starved myself, one of your mother's huge Italian meals will be my salvation," she said as she hugged Donna again. "She's always saying you're too skinny, when she isn't telling me I should find you a husband," Donna laughed. Anne turned to Tim when Donna finished. "Could I stay at your townhouse tonight?" Anne asked Tim. A casual observer wouldn't have noticed Tim's reaction, but Donna did and she wasn't going to let it slide. "What's wrong with your place?" Tim questioned. "I rented it out to friends for a month and I came home a week early," Anne sighed. "Oh come on Tim, we always have fun." "That is precisely what I am afraid of," Tim groaned. "Okay, what am I missing here?" Donna wanted to know. "Er, well, it's just that ... man, I didn't want to say this ... whenever Anne stays at my place and the two of us are between relationships, we always end up ..." "... fucking like bunnies," Anne finished the sentence for him. "Holy shit," Donna said and gulped the last of her coffee. She flagged down their server and ordered another round for all of them, feeling that they would be needing it. "I know, I know," Timothy said, burying his face in his hands. "We're friends and shouldn't be doing this, but ...'' "No, no, that's not it," Donna said as she looked directly into Anne's dark eyes. "I meant that I thought I was the only one!" Now it was Tim who was taken aback. He looked over at Anne and then, at Donna. "You two?" Donna giggled nervously and nodded. "Since when are you bi-sexual?" He asked the attractive black model. "Do I tell him or do you?" "Oh, Lord," Donna rolled her eyes. "You seem to be the little slut in this tale, you tell him." "Bitch," Anne stuck out her tongue at Donna. "Whore," Donna retaliated. It was all in good fun, nary a cross word had ever passed between the three friends. Anne waited until their server had poured their coffee and walked away before beginning her tale. She didn't want all of this ending up in the tabloids. "Okay, well to begin with, about three years ago, one of the uber-hot models – Elektra – made a not-too subtle pass at me." Tim and Donna both nodded. Tim had met the woman at a social function and knew her look – tall, exotic, lean and sensual. Donna had seen her photos in several magazines and had considered hiring her for a promotion for her company. "Other models have made passes at me before, but this was different, my loves – I wanted to go to bed with her. I was between relationships, horny and intrigued. I was also scared shitless," Anne confessed. "You?" Both of her friends said in unison. "I've never known you to be afraid of anything," Tim added. "I was this time and it took me a while to figure it out," Anne continued. "In most facets of my life, I know everything. I'm in complete control. Not this time. Electra was intimidating and she represented something I'm not used to. Do you understand?" Donna nodded, Tim shook his head. "Have you ever known Anne to not be in charge?" She explained to the befuddled Tim. "I can also imagine that experiencing desire for another woman for the first time was a little – overwhelming." Anne nodded and added "It wasn't actually the first time, but it was the first time I decided to act on it." This time, it was Tim who caught the thinly-veiled comment that Anne had dropped. "So Anne, what finally happened?" Anne's face broke into a wide smile. "I decided that life was too short for regrets, so I went back to her place. We tore up the sheets and fucked until 7 AM the next morning!" "Good for you!" Donna laughed and the two women high-fived. Tim smiled although he was a bit conflicted. When the girls stopped laughing, they looked over at their long-time friend and noticed his unusual reaction. "Okay handsome, usually you'd be laughing and cheering right along with us," Anne commented. "Why the sour puss?" "Yeah Tim, this isn't like you at all. Spill," Donna piped up. Tim wasn't open and forthcoming like he usually was. He looked around and acted somewhat distracted. Something was up and the girls were not about to let him off the hook. The pair of friends nudged him in the arm until he let out a loud sigh. He mumbled something that neither of them could understand. Donna was willing to let him off the hook for now – Anne was not and she elbowed him again. "Okay, okay," Tim said through gritted teeth. "If you really want to know – I'm jealous!" Anne shook her head. "Babe, you don't need to be jealous. She's a real hottie, but you're a good looking man and you've got a lot going for you. If I was to set things up for you ..." Donna looked at her two best friends and whacked her forehead with her hand. "Oh lord, you're both hopeless. Anne, for fuck's sake, don't be so obtuse! He wasn't jealous of you having sex with the model. He was jealous of the model having sex with YOU!" Anne was now the one looking at her two best friends. "Oh Donna, don't be ridiculous. Tim doesn't ..." "She's right." Anne felt as if she had just been struck by lightning. "Tim?" She said in a tentative voice. "I – I don't understand, what are you talking about? We've had sex on numerous occasions, you're one of my favorite bed partners." "That's just it, in a nutshell," Tim commented. "One of." Both women were now seeking to understand Tim's rationale better. He wasn't entirely sure that he could explain it himself, but he owed it to their friendship to do his best. "Honestly, I'm jealous of the both of you!" He managed to blurt out. A confusing scene was getting more confusing. Although it wasn't like him, Tim decided that he needed a shot of liquid courage and ordered a double of an expensive vintage Bourbon. If he was going to make a complete ass of himself, he thought he might as well at least get some enjoyment out of the situation. The two beauties were glaring at their best friend as if they wanted to strangle him. It was the first time in all their years of friendship that the girls were angry with Tim. Never once had they fought or even been annoyed by Tim. What kind of monkey wrench was he throwing into the mix? "We're as close as three people can possibly be and we always have a great time together," he tried to explain. "But – oh shit, I know I'm going to mess this up – oh damn, hell, okay – now I want more!" Donna looked at him as if Tim had suddenly gone insane or grown a third head. "More? Okay, you and Anne have been lovers for years and whenever you need company, you always have one – more often than not, two – women who will drop everything and be with you in a moment's notice. What more could you possibly want?" Anne looked at him as if she had suddenly figured it out. Donna remained perplexed and Tim realized that he was going to have to come clean. "Donna, the way I lived was fine for the last several decades – no strings attached. But I'm not a kid anymore and I think – no, I know - I want more out of life. I want the strings," he explained. Donna still wasn't quite sure what her best male friend was talking about. Anne was, Tim had just confirmed what she had suspected. "He's talking about commitment, aren't you Tim? Are you thinking about marriage?" "I – don't know!" Tim said, hesitating slightly. "I just know that sooner or later, one or both of you will likely find someone special and what we've had will change. Okay, that's part of life – but the more I think about it, the crazier I get. The thought of us not being as close as we are now really disturbs me!" Donna shook her head. "I'm sorry hon, and I suppose I can understand. I haven't really given it much thought. You're right, sooner or later, things will change. Change is a part of life. I wouldn't worry too much about it, hon. Anne and I still love you. We're always going to be part of your life, I promise you that." "You can't make that kind of promise Donna, no one can," Anne countered. "He's right, things change. Look at Tim, he's changed and we didn't notice." Donna sighed. "How much of that change is based on fear, babes?" She said to Anne. "We're all free spirits, we've never even thought of marriage." "I have." Those words didn't come from Tim, but from Anne. Donna's head spun around so fast, the other two wondered if it might snap off. They were both surprised by her sudden declaration. Actually, in Tim's case, that was an understatement – he was shocked! "Anne, I can't believe it! You're a sex fiend! You love having sex and you have the lead the kind of lifestyle that lets you have some of the most beautiful lovers in the world. Why would you ever want to give all of that up?" Donna asked. Anne sighed and looked over at Tim, who shrugged. Now she felt like she needed a stiff drink, so she summoned their server. She wasn't complaining, serving the famous model and her good-looking friends. They were all so attractive that Jenny had stayed past the end of her shift just so that she could continue being around them. She took Anne's drink order and ran off to fetch it. Whatever she could do to make them happy and prolong their stay, Jenny was going to attempt it. "She's cute," Donna smiled as the server ran off with her sexy little wiggle. She made a note to leave – Jenny, that was her name – her contact information. "Okay, obviously you two have gone around the bend. Annie, I adore you – but what the heck is going on?" "Babe, you two are my best friends and Donna, you know me better than anyone – except maybe Tim. He's got a point. Yes, I've had sex with some truly amazing people, celebrities, models, millionaires – but it's always best with the two of you. Tim has a good point – at some point, it might be nice to have someone to come home to, someone to share a bed and a meal with. Besides our friendship, we three have another thing in common – our parents set good examples for us. None of us have parents who are divorced. I think it might be wonderful to have a committed partner," Anne concluded. "I think the two of you should be committed," Donna commented. "Okay, I guess you have a point. I can't ever see myself getting married, but the two of you should find the right person ..." her voice trailed off. Tim wondered if there was more to his and Anne's common interest. Were the feelings of friendship that both of them felt perhaps something deeper? He looked over at her and she smiled. There was no doubt that he adored her and sex with her was out of this world. They clicked in bed and it wasn't just fucking – although that was great – it was deeper and more spiritual. Still, he also adored Donna, even if she could be three kinds of crazy. He just had no basis for comparison as he had never slept with Donna the way that he had Anne. "You should sleep with Donna too," Anne suddenly blurted out. "If we're all riding on the crazy train, maybe it's time the sexual tension between you two finally ended." "Huh? What sexual tension?" "Oh Donna, come off it. Whenever Tim finds a new girlfriend, you get all pissy. Face it, despite your commitment phobia, you'd be miserable if he ever married someone that interfered in – whatever it is the three of us have going. You should go to my condo, rip each other's clothes off and have at it!" She laughed, just as Jenny returned with her Scotch. Jenny did hear the last part, but stayed cool and made a quick exit. "Don't be nuts. You and I fuck, you and Tim fuck, Tim and I – we're not ..." "We should be," Tim spoke up. "She's right – I get just as jealous when you are with someone I don't like. I've always wondered what it would be like to sleep with you." "It would be amazing," Donna bragged / teased. "I'm a good piece of ass. Okay pal – you're on! As soon as we can make it happen, let's ..." "Listen to her," Anne chuckled. "We don't have any afternoon plans. You can wait to have your fun with our waitress – oh yes Donna, we noticed. Here are the keys to my place, my friends won't be home until 11 or so. You two get your butts over there, I'll settle the bill. I think we're going to have a lot more to talk about, but at the moment, talking is overrated." "Did you ever notice before how bossy she is?" Donna smiled as she got up and hugged Anne. "All the time, I thought that I was only one," Tim joked. "Git!" Anne laughed as she summoned Jenny and had her call a friend for her somewhat-inebriated friends. Once at Anne's spacious, luxury condo that had been featured in several magazines, all bets were off. Donna let her guard down and almost tackled her best friend to one of Anne's designer leather sofas. "I realized when we were on the way over here that Anne was right," Donna said as she actually ripped Tim's shirt open. "The tension was driving me crazy, maybe that's why we haven't seen as much of each other lately – I was afraid of what might happen." "I never would have ..." Donna put her hand over Tim's mouth and then covered his mouth with her own, kissing him several times before voicing her thoughts. "You don't get it. I wasn't worried about you – I was worried about ME!" "Huh?" "She's right, you're a git," Donna laughed as she helped Tim get out of his trousers. "You're always a perfect gentleman – sometimes too perfect! I think that if I had been left alone with you, this would have happened by now. I know your reputation, Tim. No woman has ever left your bed because you were a bad lay." Tim was actually blushing as the eager blonde completed her removal of his clothes. Now it was hers that came flying off, revealing her petite, sex-kitten body. Tim had seen Donna nearly naked on several occasions – so why were wisps of lingerie and stockings turning him on so much? "Someone likes the view," the lingerie-clad blonde giggled as she held Tim's erect cock in her hands. "You're a naughty boy Tim, getting all hot and bothered over your best friend!" She teased. "Sorry, but it just so happens that my two best friends are hot babes," Tim countered. Donna was stroking and fondling his cock and as quick as that, she had it in her mouth. Tim thanked his lucky stars that he had been with enough women that the shock didn't make him cum right away. There were two factors working against him – Donna was an amazing fellatrix and she looked gorgeous giving a blowjob. She sucked and bobbed her head up and down and didn't miss a trick. Tim had to distract himself to keep from cumming and it wasn't an easy chore. Anne kept entering his mind while their girlfriend sucked him. Was it wrong of him to wish Anne could have witnessed this? Three Amigos Donna sat up and threw away her bra. Her breasts were perfect and round, so well suited to her diminutive frame. Tim allowed himself to openly admire her tits and she sighed, placing his hands on them. "YOU get to participate, goofy," she laughed as his hands began to caress her. The laughter turned to sighs because no man – or woman – had made her body respond this way. She could feel herself becoming wet and moved atop Tim's mouth. "Eat my fucking pussy," she commanded, knowing full well that Tim liked both dirty talk and assertive women. Her best buddy did just as he was told and her pussy quivered as he went deep. "Oh, you fucking marvelous bastard, that's it, that is IT, right there, you've hit the spot," she gasped as Tim licked her eager pussy. Tim loved oral sex, both giving and getting and he was glad that he was giving Donna precisely what she had needed. Her body was rocking against his tongue and he wondered if he was as good as Anne? Donna moved so that Tim's tongue could slide along the groove of her pussy. Only Anne had done her this well and only just. Tim was the kind of guy a girl did not fuck just one time and she wondered why he had been so unlucky in love. Perhaps she and Anne needed to bump heads and find him someone – or had they already. "Fuck me," Donna grinned as she moved away from Tim. Pulling a tiny black and white striped thong to one side, she seconded by saying "Put it in as deep as you can and don't stop until you've made me cum. If you're as good a fucker as I hear you are, I'll give you a special reward!" "Oh, yeah?" Tim replied with his head cocked slightly to one side. "Such as ...?" Donna had actually just been trying to motivate Tim, not that he seemed to need it. As she was now on the spot, she tried to think. "Okay, you rat – you give me a terrific fuck and I'll figure something out with Anne. Deal?" "Deal!" As Donna was actually the person on top and she was going to ride Tim, he figured he had a slight advantage. He was also smart enough to put that advantage to work. She might not expect him to be as active as he intended to be. He'd throw himself totally into the action and see how she reacted. Once he was able to gauge all of her reactions, he would do more of this and less of that – simply by following Donna's lead. Donna thought – in error – that she could outfuck any man, including Tim. She was wrong because as soon as she settled down on Tim's turgid member, he went into action. He moved his body in such a fashion that it drove his cock balls-deep. He was longer and bit thicker than some of the guys Donna had fucked, only a strap-on had surpassed Tim's length and girth. He felt so hot inside of her and he was really getting into it. Tim was not just resting on his back and letting Donna ride, he was actively fucking back. He was using his mouth on her bared flesh and his hands were both fondling and caressing. He seemed to sense what Donna could take, as if he was picking up on her cues. Women did that, few men seemed to be able to. With Tim, Donna had met her match. He even tugged on her hair and mauled her a bit to prove he knew she wasn't some dainty little flower. Tim knew how to fuck and Donna finally just let herself be confident enough in her lover to know she could ease up a little. Donna possessed a small degree of ego and she didn't like to admit when she had been outfucked, but she had. Tim was still going and when she changed positions and got on all fours, he went right along with it. He managed to get even a bit wilder without hurting her. His cock was now giving her the kind of pounding few men could, without being too rough or holding back. His strong hands held her tight and damned if he didn't make her cum! Not a small, that was nice cum either, this one was a loud one with screeches so loud that Anne probably heard them. They finished hours later and Donna texted Anne to say they'd be available in a few more hours. "That was wonderful, you've earned your reward, whatever it is," Donna said wistfully. "But –-" "Yeah –- I figured something was missing." "So did I and I've got your reward all thought out, why didn't I think of this before?" The trio met up for a sumptuous dinner, Donna's treat. "You were right, we needed that. We'll probably do it again, but there was one thing missing," She said to Anne as Tim nodded. "You." "Me?" "You. We do everything together, face it, we're all one third of a whole. You should have been there, cheering up on, getting naked, fucking, adding to the mix. We've been a threesome for years, why not make it official?" Donna suggested before pushing a Tiffany's box on to the table. "Are you two getting married?" Anne, floored by the suddenness of it all. "No, WE are, if you'll have me," Tim piped up. "I want you to have someone to come home to, I want us all to know we're never going to break up." Anne spoke again. "This was my idea. I don't see myself ever settling down, not completely. But to not have you both in my life would be hell. You two marry – we all move in together – we can all have our flings and commitment as well." Anne barely blinked and felt Donna nudging her. "Open the box dummy, at least look at the ring!" It was enormous. "He's had it for ten years," Donna grinned. "Come on, say yes, someone needs to wear that rock before it gets stolen!" "Yes," Anne said so quietly that they weren't sure they heard her. She looked up again and threw herself from her chair and into Tim's. "YES, you are both insane, but so am I. Damn, this is going to work – but what do we tell our friends and family?" "Some will know, some may guess, some, none of their business," Donna explained. "We've all been joined at the hip since, like forever, I think our families will just be glad we made something official." "Let me be clear – we can all still fuck ..." "... whoever we want, yes, although we won't go hog-wild. We need to take care of our husband and maybe, babies down the road." "Huh? Babies? No one said anything about babies," Tim half-joked, although it had caught him off guard. "Since when do you want kids?" He asked Donna. "I'm Italian, babies are always part of the deal," she teased. "I've known for years I wanted to have at least one little rugrat with you." "Oh lord, just what have we all gotten ourselves into?" Anne sighed as her new husband-to-be slipped on the ring. Anne seemed almost giddy, not like her normal self. "The deal of the century babes, we all know that," Donna grinned. She looked over at their man who had a serious look on his face. "Okay, we both know your `deep in thought look' – what now?" "Where are 3 people going to go on a honeymoon and maintain discretion?" He shook his head. "Someplace with lots of sand, sun and hot women," Anne suggested. "Maybe something like Costa Rica, lots of swingers resorts there." Tim mock-groaned and threw his head back. "Listen to my fiancé – not even married yet and they want to swing," he chuckled. "With a wife like Anne and partner like you, I may not make it to my first anniversary," he said with a grin. "We'll prop you up, old-timer" Donna teased him. "I'm sure all of those bikini-clad beauties will help with your libido – and if not, Anne and I have between now and then to brainstorm a few more stimulating ideas," she laughed. A few minutes later, cute little Jenny appeared with celebratory champagne Donna had ordered for them all. She wondered if the younger girl might like to attend the special Bachelor Party she was planning for Tim. That event was the second part of his reward, suggesting that he finally ask Anne for her hand in marriage.