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Trio

By: tvr



She had thought he was kidding, I mean she had always joked about fantasizing about sex with another woman, but when he mentioned it the other night, she had not known what to say...it had started months ago when she had mentioned that she got excited thinking about her hands caressing another woman's breasts, feeling nipples harden under her fingertips, or wondered what it would be like to feel her fingers slide into the hot, wet, slit of another girl...I mean, she enjoyed caressing her own wetness as she read in bed waiting for Shawn to come upstairs, but its not quite the same...

She had always enjoyed their bondage and other fantasy games, and thought Shawn was being smart when he suggested that she have one of her friends over and get her totally wasted, letting the girl pass out before she explored her fantasy. He had even suggested they could video it so she could relive the moment over and over again, and although she had laughed it off at the time, she had to admit the idea had excited her. Later she thought of the people she knew, and who she could imagine touching in that way...at least his idea of having someone get drunk and pass out took away the fear of her fantasy being discovered or talked about, but who could it be??

Her mind wandered as she thought of her one Nautilus personal training client...she was young, with beautiful auburn colored hair, and about 22 or 23. She had been very down to earth, and even a bit naïve in many ways. She had noticed how attractive Sara was the first time they had worked out, watching as her muscles and fit body moved under the spandex workout suit. But it was later in the change room as she watched Sara shower that she couldn't help notice how her own nipples seemed to harden slightly, and she became aware of the moistness between her own legs as she watched the water glistening as it fell from her clients slick skin. 

Sara was slim, with firm breasts with small, pink nipples, much smaller and paler than her own large dark brown nipples. Her waist was slim, her body almost hairless, her smooth stomach leading down to a small, thin nest of mahogany colored hair, barely covering her pubic mound, her cleft and pink lips visible through the fine hair...She had noticed Sara's long legs, and how slim and toned they were...She remembered her conversation after the last session, Sara explaining that she had broken up with her boyfriend a few months ago, and while it was hard in some ways, she didn't want to get back into a relationship. She said she hated the bar scene as after 3 or 4 drinks she would basically pass out, dead to the world, so she just couldn't party all night like some of her friends.

She thought of it over the next few days, and when Sara lamented that she hated sitting home every Sat night, she decided to ask her over for dinner and to watch a video. It would seem innocent enough, her and her husband inviting the lonely single girl over for dinner and as her parents had offered to take Rhiannon for the weekend it was perfect...all week she noticed how excited she would become as she thought of it, and Shawn seemed eager as well...but, he agreed that it was her night, and as such he would only be as involved as she was comfortable with. He would be there to help her fulfill her fantasy, and would be content simply watching, participating only if she wished. The golden rule was that , regardless of how he was involved, she could come any way she wanted, as many times as she wanted, but he could only orgasm by her hand, her mouth, or any other part of her sexy body...

The doorbell rang promptly at 5pm and Shaena couldn't believe her luck as she took Sara's coat...Sara had worn the perfect outfit for the evenings events...a clingy, knit dress, that buttoned all the way down the front...she could see Sara's breasts pressing against the dress as she struggled out of her coat, and noticed how it clung to her round ass as she walked into the living room. 

After introductions were made, Shawn got up to make the drinks, a "virgin Caesar for her, and a good strong one for Sara. Shawn sipped on a beer as the group made idle conversation waiting for dinner, pausing once to refill everyone's drinks before dinner. With dinner they finished off a bottle of fine Merlot and then retired into the living room to relax and throw in the movie. It had taken a while to decide on the movie but they had chosen Showgirls, a mindless drama with nudity and hinted lesbianism and little else to say for it. As the movie played, they drank and watched as Sara drank more and more, and gradually struggled to keep her eyes focused as the night progressed. 

Sara had really let her guard down, and got into the vodka having decided that she could crash in the bedroom downstairs. By the time the movie was over, Sara had virtually killed the bottle of vodka and was totally wasted...she had been drinking for 5 hrs and at this point was slurring more than speaking...Sara had thought it funny when Shawn had gotten the video camera and taped their silly antics as they chatted. At one point Sara realized that she had to go to the bathroom really badly but they all soon realized that Sara couldn't manage walking very well...

They had both helped her to the bathroom, raising her dress up to her waist and pulling her silk panties down and sitting her on the toilet...she was too wasted to be embarrassed and didn't even seem to notice Shawn standing there watching as Shaena arranged her legs on either side of the toilet bowl, leaving her most private parts spread wide. As Sara began to pee Shaena knew the effect this would have on her husband and confirmed it by noting the bulge in his jeans as he stood at the door, video camera in hand...finally, after what had to be the longest pee in history, Sara struggled to wipe herself ,then her head sagged as she started to slip off to an alcohol induced sleep. 

Shaena had to admit, she was starting to get excited as she took in the sight of Sara's nakedness, her vulnerability as she sat with her legs open wide, her reddish pubic hair parted to show her full mound, the smooth white skin of her thighs framing the slit she longed to touch. Shaena slipped Sara's panties off as they helped her up, and into the bedroom to "lay down". 

They laid her down on her back on the bed, and stood watching as she slipped off to sleep...Shaena's mind raced , her imagination already thinking ahead.. she did not even realize that her hand had slipped down the front of her khakis and into her panties and was slowly rubbing herself as she watched Sara's prone body...she glanced at Shawn and noticed that he had set up the video camera on the washstand facing the bed and was moving behind her...his hands reached around her and began unbuttoning her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders , then unhooking her bra before sliding it off over her arms...her nipples hard and aching with desire, she felt his hands reach down and undo the button on her khakis before slipping then off, along with her panties...her hands were shaking slightly as she squeezed her own breasts, her nipples throbbing as the blood filled them to their maximum. 

She felt one of Shawn's hands slide between her shaking legs, moving through her thick bush of dark hair and rubbing her wet slit, then felt his hands gently pushing her slowly to the side of the bed. She paused for a moment then climbed up on the bed beside the sleeping Sara...one hand still massaging her own breast, her other hand moved to the first button on Sara's dress. She decided to be sure and shook Sara slightly, calling her name, first a whisper then louder...Sara was right, she was out like a light when she drank too much. Now more comfortable, she began unbuttoning the dress, slowly at first, watching as the taut material parted on its own to expose the soft skin of Sara's chest, then she moved more quickly as her excitement mounted. 

As she continued to unbutton the dress, she could see as the roundness of Sara's breasts started to become exposed, noticing for the first time that Sara had not worn a bra tonight...Shaena noted that with her own hard, long nipples such a thought was not an option for her, but as the knit dress slid off of Sara's one breast, exposing it to her, she could see that the small bud was still not hard, in fact it was barely protruding at all from the pale, silky skin of Sara's breast. The dress parted open and slid off of Sara's firm body as the last button was undone, and Shaena's hand simultaneously moved down between her own thighs and began rubbing back and forth more quickly as she viewed the girl. She sucked her finger, making it wet with saliva then reached tentatively and touched one breast, moving slowly to the nipple, watching as it began to harden slightly, but never darkening like her own... 

She realized her breath was coming faster as she touched it, moving her finger slowly around it, her other hand plunging in and out of her now gaping slit. She leaned forward, her open lips poised just above the pink point, then lowered her mouth down over it, her tongue tracing the nipples hardness...as she took the breast in her mouth and sucked ever so gently, she gasped as her body heaved as the first of the waves of climax raced through her,... she could barely keep from biting down as she felt her insides tighten around the 3 fingers she had driven inside of herself without even realizing it. The bed was shaking so hard she was sure Sara would awaken, but she simply stirred and moved slightly as Shaena rolled back away and lay beside her still fingering herself until the orgasm finished.. 

She sat up and realized that the best was yet to come, laying untouched in front of her... with that she slowly moved down and let her hand trace its way down Sara's smooth stomach and linger as it moved through the thin patch of hair between Sara's legs. She gently lifted and spread Sara's legs open with her left hand, her right never stopping its slow progress towards the now open and visible slit. Shaena moved between the now open thighs and let her finger touch gently, tracing up, then down each side of that desired slit, excited by the softness of the hair that lined it on each side, her other hand still stroking her own slippery wetness. She had been so absorbed in what she was doing, she had not noticed Shawn undressing beside the bed, but now noticed him there, his cock hard with the excitement of both her last orgasm and the sight of the naked body that lay in front of them...She noticed the video camera rolling and got even more excited... 

She motioned for Shawn to join her on the bed, first licking her fingers, then took his hard cock in her mouth, her now wet fingers moving gently back to Sara's vagina, their tips tracing lightly along its length. The feeling of Shawn's hard smooth cock sliding in and our of her warm mouth, along with the realization that Sara's own body was starting to sub-consciously respond to her stimulation, Sara's slit getting hot and slick with her juices, causing her own tunnel to become wet and slick with her own lubrication, made her so excited that she felt another smaller orgasm start to ripple through her. She sucked harder on Shawn's hard cock, releasing is stiffness only long enough to tell him that she wanted to watch him lick those pink nipples as she started to slip a finger into Sara's now hot, steamy gash...the sensations and stimuli were overwhelming...Shawn's hard cock sliding into her mouth and feeling every vein and bulge as it moved in and out...

The sight of Shawn's tongue as it darted at Sara's pink, hard nipple, watching as he took a breast her his mouth, sucking it upwards before releasing it to move to the other breast, the sensation as her finger slid in and out of Sara's hole, the tightness squeezing down on it as she slid it in and out, and finally her own hand, now furiously pumping in and out between her legs as she knelt facing Sara's crotch, taking in the sights. Another orgasm washed through her, causing Shawn to climax as well, pumping her mouth full of his juices, moaning as he came, then pulling his still hard cock from her mouth. She swallowed, then slowly withdrew her finger from the tight hole before her, paused as she placed it between her lips to taste its sweetness, noting the contrast to Shawn's almost salty tasting cum...she looked up, unable to believe that Sara was still out cold, her body responding to the happenings in the room, but her mind oblivious to the orgy taking place...

She paused for a moment, her body trembling from the orgasms already experienced and the anticipation of what she was about to do. She leaning forward, her tongue snaking past her sexy lips towards the wet slit in front of her, her breath gasping in anticipation as she let her tongue touch the hair just above the hard nub that was Sara's clitoris, already protruding and hard from the excitement...she let her tongue move downwards slightly, touching the hard bud, then sliding it downwards through the wet, hot, juices, her body tingling as the sensations of Sara's smooth cunt against her tongue were felt, she had not even noticed Shawn climbing onto the bed behind her and gasped as she felt his still hard cock slide into her, her own fingers still rolling her own clit back and forth...she drove her tongue deep inside of the wet tunnel, then out to suck on the clit before sliding it back in...

Shawn's cock now driving in and out of her throbbing pussy., the combination of her finger and his cock too much, so she moved her finger from her own gash, and slid it into Sara, their juices mixing as she relegated her tongue to the hard clit now standing proud of Sara's pale, pink pussy lips, watching as her finger slid in and out, softly moaning as Shawn's cock slammed into her to the hilt...as she felt his finger rubbing across her anus, she gasped, aware as the finger slid past her resistance, deep inside of her to keep pace with his cock, in and out, in and out,...she didn't even realize that she had now matched that pace with her own finger as it moved in and our of Sara, her lips still sucking on the clitoris. She noticed Sara's body stirring to the stimulation, her breath somewhat faster, but still she did not awaken. As she felt the orgasm, this one larger than all of the rest begin, she felt Shawn's pace quicken to match her own, then moaned as her orgasm mounted and exploded, her face driven hard against the soft wetness of Sara's crotch. She moaned as the climax washed over her, feeling Shawn slow down his pounding, then slowly withdraw from her...

Slowly they both withdrew from the sweat soaked mass of bodies that they had become. Her body still racked with sensations, she could not believe she was still horny, and by the look of the hard cock Shawn was still holding, he was still ready to play some more as well...she looked down at Sara, her legs still spread, the gaping hole inviting more touching, and debated on what she was comfortable with next... Slowly, she smiled as she decided what she wanted, she moved upwards and straddled Sara's torso, facing back towards Shawn...she leaned towards him, grasping his hard cock , stroking it gently as she smiled mischievously and slowly rolled a condom onto his throbbing erection...she reached down between her legs and spreading her vaginal lips far apart, slowly lowered her wet pussy lips over one of Sara's breasts, the round breast and hard nipple spreading her own soft, throbbing cunt lips open wide, she started to rub back and forth against the fullness of the breast, feeling the hard nipple as it poked into her hard clitoris causing her to jump in reaction. 

With her other hand she guided Shawn's hardness into the hot, wet opening between Sara's legs, gently rubbing it back and forth along its length, watching as the round knob that she had just enjoyed deep inside of her, slowly spread Sara's glistening lips open, revealing the slick pinkness inside. She controlled its movement as she lowered her head to rest on Sara's stomach, never stopping the rocking motion against her Sara's breast. She watched as she guided Shawn's cock deep into the wetness, watching as it was seemingly swallowed inside of that tiny slit, she lowered her mouth to the nest of curls and started to tongue the still hard clit once again. The sight of her husbands cock sliding in and out of Sara's pussy, a pussy that she had just enjoyed herself, along with the sensations of the breast rubbing between her own wet pussy lips, and the sweetness of Sara's juices caused her to get even more excited...

As Shawn's pace quickened, so did her own, , her pussy starting to contract as it rubbed on the firm creamy, slick skin of the breast under her, its hard nipple bouncing against her hard clit,... She could hear by Shawn's breathing that he was getting close, and she felt her own climax beginning as she arched her back, lifting her head up off Sara's soft stomach, feeling the silent scream inside of her beginning as her climax built... she watched as if on cue, remembering the "golden rule", Shawn pulled his hard throbbing cock out of Sara, removing the rubber in one quick motion. She reached out, her hand grabbing his hot, hard cock and pumping it furiously as he shot his thick, white cum all over Sara's dark pubic hair, her hand stroking it madly directing the still streaming liquid all over soft stomach beneath her...

She knelt there waiting for breath to return to her, before rolling off and laying beside Shawn on the bed, Sara still sound asleep throughout the entire event...all was silent save the whirring of the video camera...she smiled as she realized that there would always be "something worth watching" now on those cold winter nights...

Trio



Lying on the edge of the pool, catching the last rays of the fading Florida sun, I was feeling completely relaxed. My fiancé Drew swam to the edge of the pool nearest me and got my attention by gently flicking water on my overheated body. Feeling annoyed, I turned my head towards him and slipped my sunglasses down my nose, giving him a frosty look. He smirked at me, not believing that I could ever possibly be annoyed with him. 

"Hey." He said, as I looked over at him. His sun bronzed torso had beads of water trickling back down into the water, catching my eye, causing my breath to catch. Steel grey eyes followed my gaze, and he smirked again, knowing the effect he was having on me. "What do you think of Scott?"

His question puzzled me. Scott was his friend from New York who had been staying with us for the past couple of months. 

"He's a nice guy." I answered, not sure exactly what he was getting at.

He rolled his eyes, "I know that, silly! Do you think he's attractive?"

I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest, giving me time to come up with an intelligent response. "Ummm, I guess so," was the best I could do. In truth Scott was the sexiest male specimen I had seen in ages, but I wasn't sure that's what Drew wanted to hear.

"Oh, 'cause he thinks you're hot," he said as he pushed gracefully off the side of the pool and dove underwater. I was on my feet as he surfaced on the other side of the pool, shaking water from his light brown hair and grinning wickedly at me. I crossed to the other side of the pool too, and met him as he was coming up the stairs, water cascading off his strong, well-toned body.

"What do you mean, he think's I'm hot?" I asked, not sure where this conversation was leading. Following him inside to the laundry room he peeled his wet trunks off as I stripped my bikini and put it into the washer. 

"He said so! We talk about you every time you leave the house." He replied cooly, as if this was the most sane discussion we had ever had. 

Climbing the stairs behind him, I was speechless. I was silently deciding what to say next. "What do you talk about?" 

"You. What you look like naked, what you like to do in bed, how you sound . . .everything." He said, looking at me, trying to gauge my reaction. 

I was frozen in shock! I was fighting conflicting emotions, should I feel outraged, should I feel aroused? Truthfully, I was feeling a bit of both. And it would be hypocritical for me to get mad, because I discussed many of these same things about Drew with my best friend.

"Why would you tell me all this?" I asked him, knowing he had to have an agenda.

"Because we want to be with you. . . both of us . . . at the same time. Like a threesome. How do you feel about that?" Now I was totally in shock. I kind of had an idea what he was getting at, but to hear it come out of his mouth, that he was willing to share me with another guy, I was terrified!

"You're insane! That's what I think of that!" I said, backing away from him, until my legs bumped into the side of the bed and I sat down. He came and sat down next to me, taking me into his arms and holding my naked body against his. I shivered, considering the possibility of being with two men at the same time. 

He kissed my face, whispering, "Just think about it, baby. Tell me that you've never thought of him in a sexual way and I'll drop this right now. Think of all the things we could do together with you. No emotional attachments, just straight, no holds barred sex. I've seen you watch him in the pool, and playing volleyball, and surfing, and when we go out to the clubs, I watch you watch the way his body moves." It was all true, I did notice the way his tall, muscular body moved in all those situations.

Drew's mouth came down over mine in an intense, searing kiss which I returned with equal passion. We made love that evening with him whispering all sorts of wicked ideas in my ear, which triggered several earth-shattering orgasms. I still wasn't entirely sold on the idea, but Scott came home later that night and we never discussed it again.

About two weeks later, as I pulled my car into the garage after working the evening shift, Drew was waiting on the steps into the house with a glass of red wine. He led me into the house and upstairs to the bathroom off our room. He had the water running in the tub, filling it with my favorite scented bubbles. He slowly washed my body from head to toe, kissing and nibbling on every part he washed. 

Afterwards, he led me back into the bedroom where he dried the beads of water from my body and kissed me softly as I lay on the bed. His kisses grew more passionate, and his fingers were slowly rubbing my neatly shaven pussy. I moaned as I spread my legs, and his fingers focused on my throbbing clit. He slowly kissed a moist path down my chest and tummy, finally spreading my lips with his fingers and probing into my wetness with his tongue. He was doing everything he knew to bring me to the edge of orgasm, and then he slowed down and began to work his way back up my body to my mouth, kissing me, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. 

We kissed softly for a few minutes, his fingers gently pinching my nipples, when I felt unexpected weight at the end of the bed. Drew raised his head and looked into my eyes as I felt warm fingers spreading my thighs and caressing the outer lips of my wet pussy. My eyes widened in alarm, trying to sit up, but Drew had his arm across my chest, gently holding me down.

"Shh, baby . . . don't think about anything, just go with what you feel." He began kissing my breasts again, still whispering softly to me, as I felt Scott's fingers part my lips and his warm tongue lick me slowly from top to bottom. I began to relax, letting my body respond to the sensations of two separate mouths on me.

Drew sat up and moved to the side of the bed, watching silently as Scott made my body respond to him. I raised my head off the bed and looked down, seeing the top of Scott's head moving slowly back and forth between my thighs as his tongue circled my clit. I moaned as I felt him slide two fingers into me, pumping them slowly in and out, drawing out my ecstasy. His eyes met mine and my body erupted into an explosive orgasm, with me pressing his face into my wetness as I came.

Before I could come down from the peak of that orgasm, Scott knelt between my legs and pushed his thick, rock hard cock into me. I felt myself expand to accommodate him, my legs instantly curling around his back. 

Drew stood beside the bed, a look of pure rapture crossing his features as he slowly stroked himself. I had no idea he had a voyeuristic side to him until then. I reached my hand out to him and he took it, sliding across the bed on his knees until his cock lined up with my mouth. I licked him eagerly, moaning as I took his balls into my mouth one by one, softly sucking them. I traced my tongue up the throbbing vein in his cock, and took his head into my mouth. His hips gently forced more and more of him into my mouth, and his hand rested suggestively on the back of my head as he watched his best friend fuck me.

Scott was driving into me more forcefully now, and I was moaning and panting around Drew's cock. Suddenly I felt his whole body tense up as his hands tangled in my hair, forcing his cock all the way to the back of my throat as he spurted shot after shot of hot cum into my mouth. His orgasm set off mine, and I could feel my pussy contracting around Scott's cock as I screamed. He quickly pulled out of me and came around to the side of the bed next to my head. I took his cock in my hand and began pumping it, guiding it to my mouth just as the first shot landed on my tongue. He groaned loudly, watching me swallow every drop. The mixture of their cum had an indescribable taste, but I knew I would never be able to get enough of it.

We lay together on the bed, me in between my two lovers. After a while, Drew asked me to suck Scott's cock. He fantasized about me pleasuring another man orally while he watched. So I crawled down between Scott's legs, and slowly ran my tongue over his balls while my hand massaged his growing shaft. Scott put his hands behind his head, enough to raise it up so he had a good vantage point of my mouth on his cock. I opened my mouth wide and took in just the head, swirling my tongue around it as I bobbed my head gently taking more of him. I was watching Drew's face, and the look of pure pleasure there was enough to spur me on. I took as much of Scott's cock as I could get in my mouth, moaning and licking it for all I was worth. His hips were beginning to thrust uncontrollably, and he was panting in short, shallow breaths. 

Suddenly, he reached down and pulled his cock from my mouth, taking my hands and pulling my body over his so I was now straddling him. His hands went to my shoulders, pulling me down, so I was face to face with him. He raised his lips to mine, kissed me very softly, licking the inside of my mouth and then he whispered, "Ride me."

I sat up and smiled down at him, raising my hips and guiding him into me once again. This angle was spectacular! I was wildly grinding my clit against his pubic hair as his thick cock pistoned in and out of me. His hands were on my hips, holding my body tightly against his as I felt my orgasm approaching. "Ooooh, oooooh, God . . ." I couldn't stop moaning, and then I finally felt myself go limp, my chest collapsing onto his as he held me tightly against him, driving himself madly in and out. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as my climax swept over me. His hips slowed their movements, and he was softly rubbing my back as I still straddled him, impaled on his hardness.

Drew knelt on the bed behind me, running his fingers lightly up and down my slit, from where Scott's cock joined my body, to my ass. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next as I felt the chill of lube on Drew's fingers. I immediately tensed up, never having been penetrated anally before. 

"Just relax Janie, just relax . . ." Scott's voice quietly in my ear as his hands smoothed my hair. He kissed my forehead, and then reached down, spreading my ass as he began slowly rocking his cock in and out of me. 

I felt Drew's finger push against my opening, and held my breath. "Breathe, sweetie, don't fight it, it'll be okay . . ." I took a deep breath as Drew's finger pushed slowly into me. I moaned, and pushed back onto his finger. I wasn't expecting it to feel that good. He started to slowly slide his finger in and out of me to the rhythm set by Scott, and I moaned again. 

He added more lube and pushed a second finger into me, and I felt the first sting of being stretched. I slowed down my thrusting on Scott's cock and raised my head off his chest. He kissed me fully on the mouth, and swallowed my protests. Drew added more lube, forcing his fingers deep. I quickly grew accustomed to this new intrusion and again started to fuck Scott slowly. 

Drew's fingers left my ass, and again, Scott reached down and held my ass open. Drew lined the head of his cock up with my tiny hole and pushed gently. It felt huge! I didn't think it was going to fit, and I started to sit up to say so, when Scott held me tightly against him as Drew pushed past the entrance. I gasped and cried out. Drew had just the head of his cock inside me as he stopped to allow my body to get used to the new sensation. Scott began kissing me passionately, trying to take my mind off the pain. 

Drew slowly started to move forward, but it still hurt. Before I knew it, I could feel Drew's pubic hair against my ass. He stopped again, breathing deeply. He leaned down and kissed the side of my face, whispering in my ear "Oh, baby . . . you feel so good! Am I still hurting you?" 

"A little. Please just stay like that for a little bit." 

"Okay, baby, okay. God, you should see what this looks like. I've never seen such a beautiful picture." 

Scott began kissing me again, rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples, slowly thrusting into me from below. As my hips started to move to meet his thrusts, I felt more cold lube on my ass as Drew began fucking me. I cried out when he pulled his cock completely out of my ass, added more lube, and pushed it back in. I had never felt so full in all my life. My body was impaled between these two strong men, feeling their maleness fill me. Our bodies were slick with sweat and we glided easily together, both of them groaning and panting as they slid their cocks in and out of my body, setting a nice groove. 

I felt Scott's fingers leave my breasts and slip down between our bodies until he found my clit. I moaned loudly as he pinched it, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. I started speeding up my movements on his cock until my orgasm overwhelmed me. "Oh, God . . .don't stop . . . don't stop . . ." I screamed as my body tensed up and every feeling in body was centered on my ass and pussy. I felt like fireworks were popping behind my eyes and my body disintegrated into a million tiny pieces. 

Next was Scott, clutching my hips and driving himself deep into my pussy, grunting and clenching his jaw, as he unloaded a huge pent-up load of cum into me. I kissed his face and chest softly as his breathing slowed. 

And then Drew. He rammed his cock all the way into my ass, making me scream, as he too, held my hips tightly against him. He growled as his cum coursed through his cock, deep into my bowels. 

He collapsed off to the side of me, and I rolled off of Scott, once again lying between the two of them. I curled up close to Drew, kissing his neck, softly sucking on the area over his jugular vein, feeling his pulse slowly returning to normal. I could feel both of their loads oozing out of me as Scott rolled towards me, kissing me across my shoulders. He wrapped his arm around my waist with his lips pressed against the nape of my neck, and we all drifted off to sleep. 

Things were back to normal the next day, all three of us in awe of the things we had done the night before. Scott never spoke to me about it, but Drew told me that he was amazed that I was even willing to do it, and that it was one of the most intense experiences of his life. I believe him, because I know it was one of mine!



Trio



Emma and Jackie

Dan Williams sat at his desk looking out over the car park.

"Anything you need before I leave, Mr. Williams? Remember I asked to take an early start on the weekend?"

"Uh, .. ... what? Sorry, Janet, what did you say?"

"What's wrong, you've been a little spacey all day?" she said with a smile. "Something on your mind?"

"Oh, nothing, ... nothing really. Just something my wife said. No, you're good to go. Have a great weekend. And who's the lucky guy?"

"Same one ...Richard," she said and Dan watched her cute little tush swish out the door, the mini skirt dancing over suntanned thighs. "See you Monday, boss. Don't think too much, you'll bust a vein!"

He laughed quietly and continued swiveling the big leather chair as if pondering something weighty.

"Is this really what I want?" he thought. "Really want? Because this may be hard to turn back" 

The realization had crept over him since two weeks ago at dinner. Emma had planned one of their periodic 'hot sex' evenings. Mildly pornographic films ran on the big screen TV, candles flickered on the tables. The dining room was candle lit and the love seat pulled up to one side of the table. It was a scene conducive to a long dinner spent fondling and caressing between bites of rack of lamb and sips of white wine. Through the dining room door, they could glimpse film images of two beautiful girls sinuously making love, bodies glistening and succulent. The scene turned from close-ups of tongues in moist French kisses, to an overhead shot. One slowly slipped a double dildo between the clean-shaven folds between her legs while the other watched attentively, and then joined her on the other end.

Dan and Emma turned to kiss, their lips smooth with grease from the lamb still on their lips. 

"Here's to us!" 

They toasted and peered through tall, stemmed goblets filled to the brim with golden white wine from Australia. His eyes had looked longingly at the film, even as Emma's hand slipped under the table to find his firm partly aroused cock. The clinging autumn colored dress of yellow, gold, and brown flowers made her darkly tanned complexion and white teeth sparkle. Its neckline displayed lovely globes in a French-cut bra her breasts didn't require. 

"God, you're beautiful!" he muttered, looking down her dress. The separation of her breasts looked inviting and he could see between the perfect curves the firm band of the fuchsia bra. He had kissed each breast just above the neckline while she found his cock and squeezed. "God you're beautiful," he moaned again.

It was one of the rituals of their 10-year marriage. Dan never tired of searching for one more idea to make it more exciting. A little later, with her skirt pulled up to show the bright colored panties curved over her mound between golden thighs perfect in shape and firmness, he asked the question.

For the 400th time in the last eight years, he murmured in her ear. "Honey, don't you think it would be fun to have a threesome one of these nights?" He knew the answer of course, but it had become a ritual, he asked and she gave a firm "no." While it was just a ritual, Dan really harbored a fantasy that someday she would say "yes." Always that wish, that glimmer of a secret desire.

"Well, .. .. .. uh, .... that might ... not be all bad, you know?"

He nearly missed her answer; already into another nuzzled, loving entreaty, he stopped short.

Emma got up to get more wine from the kitchen.

Dan sat with a stunned expression. The wine had lulled him into a mild haze. He cleared his head as much as he could. The girls in the video were in a perfectly proportioned 69 position and the sounds of wet tongues on wet pussies seemed quite loud in the room.

Emma came back, put one pretty knee on her seat, and leaned close while she filled his glass. The warm scent of perfume and Emma filled his nostrils as she pressed her breasts close for his kisses.

"Honey, did you just .... just say .... 'yes?' Did you hear what I asked?"

"Yes, I heard. You want to have a threesome with me."

"And ...... " he said, incredulous and flushed with cautions excitement.

Emma pressed his lips to her breasts and his hands explored her thighs just inside her short skirt.

"Oh, that feels nice, Dan...." she sighed. "I answered ..... maybe ........ ohhh honey, suck them...."

Her nipples were before him and his forehead wrinkled as he suckled the erect cones surrounded by perfect dark brown areoles.

"What do you mean?" he said quietly, then returned to loving her breasts.

"I mean, ... you keep asking, and I've been thinking, ... do you remember my friend Jackie?"

Dan's reverie cleared and he shook his head in puzzlement.

Now it had come time to act upon the dream. Tonight; not some safe time in the future, but tonight! Suddenly the tables were turned and Dan had to search his being for an answer. It was easy to dream of taking two attractive women to bed and thrilling to imagine them making love as he watched. It was quite another to actually walk up to it with your lovely wife and ... do it! This had kept him preoccupied for two weeks and Emma had insisted on him picking up Jackie at the airport. She was landing this afternoon. He looked at his watch.

"Christ, right at this moment!" he muttered, then swung his jacket over his shoulder and hurried to his car.

Airport

Dan replayed conversations about Jackie's visit as he turned out of the car park and toward the airport.

"It's going to be all right. You'll like her, she's ..... she's terrific, everything you like, intelligent, pretty, ... big tits!" Emma laughed at his discomfort. "But she's not just going to sleep with us because she is bi. Why should she do that? She's like anyone else, if she goes to bed with someone it is because she likes that person. Why would it be any different?"

He had never, ever, considered that aspect of finding someone to have a threesome.

"How can you be such a whiz at understanding people at the shop and such a putz when they come near a bed?" She smiled kindly at him and tousled the hair on his troubled head.

"But what if she doesn't like me? What the hell are we going to do all weekend?"

"Hey, ... this is my friend. We were roommates. We have simply been separated since school. We'll have a great time talking. And perhaps we'll have .. perhaps.... we'll make love." her voice trailed off.

"And you didn't do it when you were in school?"

"No, never! Didn't .... consider it." Emma paused, looked away thoughtfully. "Maybe a kiss, ... now and then."

"Why now, then?"

"Oh, ... we got back in touch on the internet. She sent me her picture as she looks now and.... we talked and talked. We were comparing notes on life and marriage. She said she had turned out to be Bi-sexual. I had to have it explained to me, for heavens sake. But then, I was looking at her picture and I found I was ... enchanted or something. Something about her eyes, ... I don't know. I realized that what I thought back then was 'really liking her' ... was, ... or might be, ... LOVE! That's all, I can't explain it. It never occurred to me. We talked, and she said we should get together because ... because she had.... some of the same thoughts."

Dan had a nagging worry in the back of his mind that he rarely admitted. That thought was that he was not good at first meetings. It took time for people to like him. They usually, eventually, came to like him, but he was a little too logical and perhaps too quiet at first. It bothered him and he worked on the problem in his work relationships, but he ruefully admitted it was a weakness. The fact that he really wanted this weekend to work made this concern troubling.

He couldn't keep the fantasy scene from playing across his mind: The tall, beautiful girl threw her long graceful leg over him and he watched as her shadow crossed his face; then he was looking up at a beautiful, clean-shaved pussy with a little patch of dark hair over the mound. She smiled down at him and teased his chin with her beckoning finger. He smiled at her and then looked at his pretty wife poised over his cock. The two girls were holding hands and smiling down at him. As if by signal, they lowered themselves, Emma onto his cock and the stranger onto his face. His breath came in a gasp as her shadow passed over him and her scent filled his nostrils.

Dan shook his head with a start, realizing that the shadow was actually the canopy of the airport garage. He found a parking place on the second floor and hurried toward the entrance. The board showed her flight had landed and the baggage was on Carousel B.

"Oh, my god!" he muttered. 

The bags had begun arriving, and a crowd of people grabbing bags surrounded the carousel. But, there was no question which was Jackie. He stopped, turned away and took a deep breath. 

"Oh, my god, so fucking obvious!" he grimaced with disappointment. 

Steeling himself, he faced the problem. She was tall all right. The stiletto heels on her black boots and the severe straight black skirt screamed 'Dyke!' to Dan, who was after all, a conventional Midwesterner. The mustard yellow jacket draped over one shoulder and the impatient tapping of a very pointed toe clinched the identification. She was beautiful, but had inconspicuous breasts compared to the dream girl who had just lowered herself toward him in the car.

"How can this be a long lost best friend of my wife" he mused, ruing the day he had asked for a threesome. She must have changed a lot over the years. Her makeup was heavy and severe, it seemed to him. Her matching luggage was a hot pink shade and he strode up to grab it with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. 

"Hello, you must be the famous JACQUI!" he said, pronouncing the Q as hard.

She turned and glared at him and then at last, a bare trace of a smile came with a questioning look, and his heart sank. "Oh god, this is going to be harder than I thought." he thought.

"Dan, I'm Dan!" he tried again without the witty comment.

"Dan? Dan? Are you Dan?" the voice called from behind me and the dyke looked irritated and turned away, looking for someone. 

"I'M JACKIE!" he heard in his ear, and then a throaty laugh.

A woman with short dark hair stood struggling with a large bag and looking for another rushing past on the carousel. She pulled down her skirt, caught up with the second bag and smiled at him, all at the same time. She seemed a bit tousled, but at last stepped toward him, hand outstretched. She looked wonderfully feminine; a longish full skirt with slash pockets and a tailored blouse of deep autumn shades made her look sophisticated and stylish. The blouse was snug but not tight, over prominent breasts that looked like they longed for motherhood. Her smile was natural and inviting with a subdued but distinctly red shade of lipstick. Dan was thunderstruck over his huge mistake.

"Do you pick up strange girls with that line often?" she said with a laugh.

He recovered a bit and took her hand. Feeling emboldened by the friendly greeting, he said, "And am I talking to the BJ Queen of Sibley Hall?" with his best smile. Her face fell slightly.

"Uhmm, excuse me?"

"Sorry, look, I'm pleased to meet you at last. Emma has been talking about you for days. She's dying to see you and I had better get you there in a hurry." He knew that he had screwed up, but thought the joke was between the two of them.

They hurried off toward the garage, conversation stiff and uncomfortable now. As they got to the second floor, she said, nervously, "I hope it's big enough."

He was searching for the car and said distractedly, "... oh, I haven't had ... complaints ..." Dan tried to swallow that reply as he realized she meant she hoped the car was big enough to hold her huge suitcase.

"Excuse me?" she said for the second time.

"Oh, it will be fine. We can put one in the back seat if need be." 

He was trying desperately to get on the subject of the weather, anything to lift the huge cloud he felt bearing down on him. She walked a little ahead and he noticed the panty line stretching across an attractive bottom: perhaps with a pound extra, but not much; nicely rounded and just wonderful in his agonizing mind.

The lid sprang open and the taillights winked as he touched the button on the key. She swung the lid up for him, took the smaller bag, and waited silently by the door.

He paid and turned toward the expressway for the short ride downtown.

Dan suddenly hit the brakes, turned into the service area, and pulled to a stop far from the building. He bit his lip with a bashful grin and looked at her for a moment. There was a question on her face of course, but she tried to smile.

"Just a minute," he said and looped a finger under the door handle to get out of the car. He strode to the front and looked through the windshield at her. He pulled the corners of his mouth downward and then turned slowly, in little steps, completely around until he faced her with an upturned smile. He strode back to the car and slid in with his confident smile.

"What, .. ....?" she said quietly, a half smile gracing her pretty, open expression.

"I needed to turn around and come in again! I am so sorry for my bumbling first impression. I KNOW that we are going to like each other! You are Emma's favorite person, Emma is my love; how could it possible be otherwise? So let's start all over! I'm not good at first impressions,.... but, I don't have to tell you that."

She unlocked her door and got out, the split skirt exposing a smooth golden thigh and glistening stocking just for a moment. 

"Let's both try again."

That made it certain in his mind that they would get along fine, and he joined her in front of the car.

"Now. Tickatickatickatickaticka," she muttered as they stutter-turned in a circle.

"Hello, Dan, I'm Jackie." she said, kissing his cheek and holding both his biceps. He pulled her gratefully into his arms. 

"Great to meet you, Jackie."

Dinner at Giorgio's

Giorgio's was busy and Dan was glad he had a reservation. Not a big place, it was a comfortable, friendly place but with an elegance that lifted it above most of the restaurants in town.

"We'll be ready in a very few minutes, can I put you in the bar for a glass of wine?" he said, smiling and nodding to Jackie.

Dan turned a stool around for Jackie and she hopped up onto it with a confident show of thigh as the slit opened over her leg. "Chenin Blanc?" she smiled to the waiter, and then turned a beaming smile on Dan.

"Emma will be along soon, she had an appointment and thought she might be delayed. We can get acquainted." he said, a little nervously.

"Yes, that will be good; you know, she just dominates the conversation when she starts! Or have you changed her?" she laughed. Dan liked the throaty way she laughed and his eyes traced the white teeth and then back to that lovely thigh. She noticed and scratched the nylon with long bright red fingernails, then pulled the slit closed briefly before it stubbornly parted and left the glistening nylon of her thigh looking beautiful.

By the time Emma smiled across the crowd to them, they were feeling comfortable with each other. Dan was in awe of the dark haired, flashing-eyed girl who had confidently filled the minutes with a close-packed exchange of fun and information. She had not let him feel that he was being lead; but he realized that it had happened anyway. He was glad to have Emma come and take the pressure off a little bit.

Emma hugged Jackie for a long minute as they started a continuous stream of overlapping conversation. Not able to wait for the other to finish a sentence, both eagerly raised yet another reminiscence to rake over the fresh coals of a rekindled friendship. Dan silently looked from one to the other with shocked awe, occasionally offering a nod of agreement.

They were half way through dinner before they leaned back in their seats and invited him into the conversation.

"And what has she been telling you, Dan, about me, -- the liar!" Jackie said "Dan" in a way that made him enjoy his own name more than he normally did. He almost preferred Daniel, but the nickname clung, and she made it feel good as she rolled it around those soft inviting lips. 

"For example, Emma, ....... Emma, what is this about being the BJ queen of the dorm?" she laughed, turning once again to her friend.

"Oh, he said that did he?' the laughter rolled and Emma leaned her head back in pleasure. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey, that was just something I made up. I hoped you would ask her." They continued their laughter and Dan shushed them quietly as he smiled apologies to the table next to them.

Jackie touched his arm to emphasize a story and then her knee touched his. Dan thought about that glistening nylon taut over her thigh and knee and lost track of her story. He wanted to keep their knees in touch but as she finished the story, it moved away.

The laughing conversation continued in the car as he drove them home. Jackie sat in the back and Emma turned in her seat. Jackie leaned forward, arms around both front seats. Dan glanced down her cleavage with appreciation, then looked again as she giggled on.

"See, Dan, didn't I tell you she had great boobs?" Emma laughed and punched his arm. "Keep your eyes on the road!"

"Look who's talking! You know, I think you are even bigger, Emma, you look so gorgeous. I'm so glad to see you've hardly changed! And neither have I, of course!" They laughed with self-deprecating modesty, while Dan took another longing look between Jackie's ample breasts.

Home At Last

"I love your house, Dan!" she said, coming back from a quick tour.

"Thank you, Jackie, I put your things in the room at the top of the stairs." He pointed to the stairs curving up to the upstairs hall.

"You probably want a shower after the trip, why don't we put on our PJ's and talk like old times, Jackie?" That was easily agreed and the two girls went upstairs, still recalling things they needed to talk about. '

"I found your Pj's too, honey," she giggled. "Not just your boxers if you want to join us!" she said nudging her friend's bottom as she went ahead.

Dan poured a glass of scotch and let the tap run to cool the water. He looked out into the dark night bewildered at the swirling conversation. He smiled, taking pleasure that Jackie had decided she liked him. It was equally clear that Jackie had charmed him. He rubbed his bulging front and ruefully admitted that the two women had had him semi-erect for the past three hours. His groin had that dull ache of need he hadn't felt since he was a teenager sent home unsatisfied from a date. 

"No matter, this .... .... is going to be ... .... something!" he said aloud to the reflection in the darkened glass over the sink. Am I really going to sit around in pajamas with those two? He wondered. He took another drink and headed up the stairs two at a time. 

"Yes!" aloud again.

Both showers were running and he thought of what a sight the two of them would be, then shook it from his head and went downstairs to open some wine. He fingered the front of the unfamiliar pajamas; like all pajamas, they constantly threatened exposure of an erect cock.

Jackie came down the stairs first, still smiling that 'new friend' smile. She wore a short nightie that came below the crotch of her panties, but not so much that he couldn't glimpse the full panel of satin as she paused at the top of the stairs, then came down toward him. She held the gown in the curtsey of a little girl.

"You look cute in Brown, Dan!" she giggled.

"Oh, right!" he returned feeling decidedly self conscious.

Emma bounced down in her full-length gown with the pink ribbon tied in a long-ended bow. 

"OH, good the gang's all here!" She said and the two girls floated past him in a cloud of feminine scents. Dan closed his eyes and made an exaggerated inhaling gesture.




Trio



"Oh, godddddddd, you smell good."

They stopped and pressed against him and he momentarily felt four lovely breasts pressed loose and free against him. He held them close as they smiled up at him and let him smell great wafts of soap, perfume and woman scent. 

"I done died and gone to heaven!" he said.

As it turned out, he only lasted an hour or so. Mostly, he just served the girls little things to eat and offered more wine from the green bottles They went on and on, re-telling the stories of their long ago life on campus. At last, he said goodnight, leaning over to kiss Emma he paused, unsure, and then kissed Jackie's smiling upturned lips.

"Good-night, Dan."

Jackie was sitting with her legs Indian-fashion with her hands pressing the gown between her legs for modesty. As she reached up, she let go the gown and Dan leaned into the kiss, his eyes on white panties and the shadow of her dark bush. Emma was sitting on the hassock facing Jackie in the same position. He reluctantly left them alone to their reminiscences and hoped for more participation when they wound down tomorrow.

Friends

Dan awoke and felt the bed beside him to find it empty. The clock gleamed in large red numbers 3:22. Hearing no sound from downstairs, he got out of bed and padded silently to the door. Quiet voices still drifted up. He could only hear if he held his breath. Quietly, he slipped down the hall. With only a single candle burning in the living room, he was in deep shadow.

The two friends were on the couch and Jackie was reading quietly. Emma's head was in her lap and strangely, there were feathers lying around on the table and floor. 'They had even had a pillow fight,' he thought, and laughed soundlessly. Dan slid down the wall to sit on the floor and watched them. Her voice drifted up to him soft and throaty

"I just loved this part, Emma:"

She read: [ '... ... sharp desire and need to touch her bra, to find a way inside her blouse ... to touch, oh to touch so lightly under her dress. Dreaming what she must look like in just her panties. 

Wondering how menacing that new cock would be as he stood tense before me pushing my legs aside; what would it be like, would it feel bigger? Will he be tender if I let him enter me? What will HE think; does he want to see this big strange cock slip into me? Do I want to see HIM slip into someone else?'] 

She paused, sounding as if her mouth had gone dry. She looked down at Dan's pretty wife and they smiled breathlessly for a moment. Then she went on:

['How will it be to take her bra off and see her breasts for the first time? Will I be a disappointment if she lets me part her legs and slip into her? How will she smell when my face is close between her legs? I want to smell her pussy! I want to know her new and different scent; I long to taste this lovely stranger's moist pussy, I know I will like its taste dripping down my chin; is she going to let me let me -- letmeletmeletme letmeletme? -- The question drums in my veins, pounding in my head. I can imagine how pretty her pussy will be ... .... ..... .... how new and exciting. 

Does she want me too?

So many questions; So much softness she has; and I am all hard, my nipples crisp ... my clitoris..."] Jackie stopped reading and there was silence for a minute or so. 

"I thought that was so pretty when you sent it." she said, and leaned down and pressed her lips to Emma's. Dan realized his cock was rigidly jutting through the gaping open front of his pajamas. His eyes were wide open staring at the kiss between his wife and her friend.

"Thank you!" he heard Emma say as their lips came apart, then waited inches apart.

Emma said, "You have feathers on your ... ...." she said giggling quietly.

"You did it! Jackie said with a smile.

"You're right." and Emma lifted herself up and removed a feather that clung to the breast pointing through the thin gown. "I'll get it." Then another, but this one was imaginary and Dan felt his cock swell as his wife pressed her mouth against Jackie's ample breast.

Jackie silently struggled to open some buttons and Dan's mouth watered. Jackie's silver dollar sized dark pink areole peaked into view and Emma's lips kissed little pecks onto it; and then just rested there, the corner of her lips against the nipple and her cheek nuzzling the globe under the soft silken gown.

".... mmmmm, feels, .... .... so, .. ..so... nice!" Jackie said and Dan could almost hear the soft moist sound of her lips parting.

Emma turned her head toward Jackie again and nuzzled until the nipple popped out into her mouth and she slowly suckled her friend's breast.

Dan slowly stroked his rigid cock, slowly, ... slowly, ....squeezing, ..... Imagining the soft breast.. ....."

Emma drew back and looked at the breast then kissed once more and lay back down to stare up into Jackie's eyes.

"Read to me?" Jackie said quietly, kissing with soft lips and a tongue that tasted her friend, perhaps for the first time.

Emma sat up and reached under the cushion of the couch to draw out a few pages of computer paper. She pulled Jackie across her lap and pulled her close so their breasts were snuggled and mixed together. Dan's cock jumped as she pressed her breasts against the soft girl in her arms and began reading. 

"Do you remember when you wrote this to me?"

["Mmmm, how lovely. You already know where looking into your eyes led us; and I love that it did.

I would love to sit next to you and have you lean against me for an evening. That is such an appealing thought that I have trouble expressing it deeply enough.

We are probably neither actually lesbian, but it would be so nice to sit close so I can feel your warm body against me and talk and touch you, that I have to ask where the feelings come from and what the difference is between this and completely lesbian emotions."] She stopped reading.

They were quiet for a long moment. Then Emma continued reading from the computer print-out.

["Maybe there are no differences. Enchanted by your eyes and charmed with the series of letters we exchanged, it is clear that we would quite naturally turn and press our lips together. And your tongue, being the first to touch, would make me bolder. 

My tongue would find yours and twist and turn to explore all the aspects of it. I would taste the soft underside, reaching deep along the side of it, pulling it gently into my mouth and holding it. And dying inside with the frustration of not being able to pull more of you inside my mouth..... just aching because I reached the end of that part of you."]

Jackie gasped and raised her lips to Emma and Dan could see the glistening tongues tasting and dueling between soft eager lips. She raised her gown and while her arms were raised, Dan saw the perfect crescent curve under her breasts and the long elegant sweep from shoulders to hard nipples jutting bluntly from dark pink areoles. She tugged urgently to raise Emma's gown, leaving it rumpled around her breasts and urgently pressed their breasts together. 

"Ohhh!" she cried.

Emma took a deep breath and continued reading from the printout:

["And looking into your eyes would melt me. And I would turn just a little toward you so that I could feel you press close against my breast and the side of my body as you crept into my arms and put your arm around my neck. I imagine tasting your lipstick and feeling your breast against mine and then brushing against your hair with my cheek and nuzzling back and forth against that silky hair, then pressing it between our cheeks. 

I'd like my hand to feel your cinched-in waist, just the thought of holding your waist and lingering there comfortably aware and in touch with you. Mmmmmmmmm. and then pressing your head on my shoulder where I can blow your hair and kiss it and feel it tickle my nose and see how it falls slowly in the air when I stop blowing against it.

How could it fail to be lovely............. I probably have you in a position that you can't recover from, but ... it's what I long for just at this moment, Emma."] 

Emma looked up from the ragged prose of their e-mail message.

"Gosh, I talk too much, don't I?" 

They giggled at that. ""Not really, you thrilled me."

"Maybe we should ... go to bed? Tomorrow's another day, and I'm looking forward to it."

They stood up and Dan watched as Jackie dropped her gown back in place. He hated seeing the crisply white, lace panties disappear. The snug hipsters cupped Jackie's buns, and then the curtain went down. Quietly, he retreated to his bedroom and listened to the whispered conversation coming up the stairs.

The red numbers declared it to be 4:14 AM and dawn would soon be upon him. His mouth was dry with the emotional eroticism of the scene he had watched. He struggled with the thought of his wife having a female lover/friend, unsure how to feel about it. Jealous? Perhaps? Nevertheless, the scene had also been very moving, very simple and rife with expressions of love and friendship.

Afterglow

Dan retreated to his bedroom, laid down in his bed, and peeled his ear to hear their conversation. They stopped in front of Jackie's door and he heard whispered words and giggles. Then he heard Emma's voice.

"Did I leave clean towels on the dresser?" Then silence. 

He waited, lying in the dark for Emma to slip into bed beside him. But she didn't come. He lay a little longer, holding his breath to hear better. Only silence.

Finally, he got out of bed, listened at the door to find the hallway silent and empty. 

He stepped though the door, ... crept down the carpeted hall, ... and peered into the guest bedroom where the door was ajar. Inside, the single, tiny, "boutique-y" lamp lighted the scene. A lamp no more than 10 inches high with a lace shade and a tiny bulb that cast a warm creamy light dimly around the room. A movie could not have set the scene better from his vantage point.

For Jackie lay before him diagonally across the light yellow bedspread. Her legs were open toward him as she lay on her back; the patch of dark pussy hair cascaded between her thighs into shadow. Her nipples stood up from large round mounds now flattened a little, but still remarkably shapely.

The astonishing sight dropped him to his knees. Emma was in a push-up position over Jackie's beautiful body; as he watched, she lowered herself in the best athlete's form, ... down, ... down, ... down, until her nipples touched Jackie's and her bush touched and mingled with the dark, curly triangle extending between Jackie's legs. She repeated the move as Dan had watched so often in the daily calisthenics that kept that taut body in such good shape. 

He had never watched her work out nude though. She used her strength once again and her body squeezed out the light between their bodies. Her mound pressed the hair-covered mound of her friend. Emma partially trimmed her triangle, especially between her legs, and the sight of the two pussies poised one above the other re-invigorated Dan's cock.

"Come here." A whispered request from Jackie drifted softly across the room to his ears.

Dan watched as his wife pushed up once more and walked her legs forward. She formed a round and glorious vee towering high above her friend. Slowly she bent her knees and lowered herself to a squatting position over Jackie's face with her hands still providing balance on either side of Jackie. Dan looked straight at the yellow/gold lampshade lighting a path between the two lovers.

Back lighted sharply by the small lamp, Emma's pussy posed close above Jackie's lips. Between the lovely soft bodies, Dan could see little curls of her bush standing out against the light and below that a mouth-watering, upside-down 'W' formed by the soft lips of her pussy. Jackie smiled up at her and Dan heard her voice, broken and sensual.

"Let me, Emm."

Emma responded with something he couldn't hear.

Jackie raised both hands and long tapered fingers parted Emma's pussy lips very gently so that the upside-down W was a little wider, but just as deliciously exposed.

Dan stopped breathing as he watched Jackie raise her head and brush the pussy with her lips. Her tongue was back lighted as, glistening, it touched the center of the pussy's center. The tongue withdrew and the pussy lowered again, resenting it's abandonment. Jackie kissed quickly, four or five times, her head bobbing up and down to reach the offered sex folds of Emma's secret place.

"Ohhhhh!" 

He recognized Emma's gasp of pleasure, sounding like a plaintive little cry, a weeping joy. The tongue reappeared and Dan saw his wife's pussy kissed and licked as the tongue continued nonstop movements of pleasure. Slowly, excitement took Emma's strength and she lowered herself, squeezing the light from between their bodies.

Dan looked at the shadow of his wife huge and round against the wall as her friend sucked her pussy. He couldn't see, but Jackie's hands seemed to be playing with Emma's breasts as Emma rocked and moaned with pleasure, very softly.

"Ohhhh!" a tense little cry again and the shadow leapt up the wall.

Emma reversed her position and he watched Jackie struggle to regain contact between her legs once again. Emma's head tilted down and tucked between Jackie's legs. Arms slipped around each other and lips and tongues eagerly tasted soft moist pussy folds; the two rolled gently back and forth, lost in each other's arms and bodies. 

They rolled onto their sides and continued loving each other noisily.

Dan stroked his cock. As he pulled back the foreskin, heavy precum coated his palm and scent of male sex rose warm to his nostrils. He began stroking, with eyes glued to the humping, hugging bodies. He could wait no longer and he felt the hot sperm boiling up the length of his cock and splashed against the door. He moved one hand to catch the next spurt and then another and another as his hand moved back and forth rapidly. His eyes never blinked and never left the erotic site of his wife and Jackie fucking on the bed before his eyes.

He wiped blindly at the dollop of sperm on the door and stumbled away to the bathroom clutching his wilting cock and trying to keep from messing the carpet. 

The image in the bathroom mirror was a shaken man, looking unsure of what he had unleashed with his request for a threesome. Wearily, he slipped under the sheet one more time and rolled heavily toward the center of the big bed. He lay awake, staring into the night, unable to find sleep. 

The door squeaked a little as it swung in. With no other noise at all until her hands swept over the sheets, Emma quietly crept into the bed. She sat on the edge and paused; listening for his regular breathing, then swung her legs onto the bed and crept closer. She curled into a ball facing him, looped her fingers inside the brown pajama shirt and brought her lips against his chest.

Dan felt her warm breath and her fingers toy with the hair on his chest, but said nothing. In minutes, her breathing became regular and he realized she was sound asleep.

New Day

Dan started the coffee, put the griddle over two burners and gazed pensively into bright morning sunlight. He laid bacon strips and sausages on the griddle to begin their slow sizzle, and reached a dozen eggs from the refrigerator. The fragrant scent of maple-cured bacon and sausage wafted up the stairs and he soon heard shuffling feet upstairs and showers running.

Jackie was first, a bright red silk robe setting off the brilliant black hair and the ready smile.

"We didn't go to bed at bed time!" she sad more brightly than he thought she felt. She accepted a cup of coffee, leaned on the counter with her elbows, and looked at him though the steam. 

"How does an omelet sound, Jackie?

She came around the island and stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

"Wonderful! Thank you Dan!"

He smiled at her with an enthusiasm he wasn't sure was genuine and began cracking eggs into the glass bowl.

"Hand me the whisk, will you?"

Emma bounced down the stairs, offered a kiss, and then reached for a cup. 

"And how are you this morning, my dear?" she asked with a smile. "It was so late; I hope I didn't wake you." 

"Yeah, it was so good to get caught up with each other. I'm so glad you invited me," Jackie chimed in.

After a lazy breakfast and two pots of coffee, the girls went shopping in the afternoon. The left Dan took napping in front of the TV football games. 

As they drove away from the house, Jackie looked at Emma with a small smile.

"Well, Emm, ... ... are you OK?"

Emma stared ahead and signaled for a left turn. Still looking straight ahead, a smile brightened her face and she pulled her mouth into a shy look.

"Yessss. I'm, ... ... OK. It was more than I imagined, Jackie. I loved being with you. ......"

"Ohhhh, good! I am so relieved! Cause I loved it too. It was wonderful! It was incredible of your husband to leave us alone to ....... catch up and everything. By the way, does he know?"

"Yes, I'm sure he does, .. .... I told him before you came that I was curious ... you know, that I was attracted.... .... and that you and I had been talking about it. So, I'm sure he understands."

"The next question is the big one." Emma said, quietly. She turned into the parking lot by the shopping center of the downtown area.

"Jackie looked at her expectantly."

"How would you feel about sleeping with both of us?" She said it quickly as they started toward the shop.

Jackie stopped walking, a startled look on her face. Then she caught up with Emma and slipped her hand through hers. They strode down the walk quietly. As they reached the shop, Jackie tugged her arm and they stopped outside.

"Oh, Emm, ... ... I don't know. I've never done that. My god, are you sure you can handle that?"

"Well, you said that you were bi- or at least curious. I thought, ... .... "

"Dan is fine, I like him a lot. But together? Oh, Emm, are you sure? Sure you can handle the emotions"

"I don't think I can have you, ... ... alone. I love Dan. I love you. Dan thinks you are terrific. Maybe, ... ... we'd all like it. That's all. I've thought and thought, Jackie, and ... I really want it,.. ... I think it might be .... .... good."

"My stomach is flipping a little bit." Jackie said, tugging her toward the shop.

They went into the shop and continued the discussion in hushed tones.

In an hour, the two girls strode from the shop with packages looped over their arms and headed toward the parked car with a determined stride.

"Emma, the answer is ... yes, as far as I am concerned. But, what about Dan? Maybe Dan won't want me?"

"Ha!" Emma said sharply, and their laughter echoed across the broad avenue in afternoon sun. "And I bought Thigh-hi stockings for both of us, he goes mad for those."

Dan woke to see them smiling in front of him. The dresses were identical except for the color. They were the kind of summer dress that look as if they weigh nothing and have nothing obvious that supports them. 

"Like two strawberry ice cream sodas waiting for the ice cream social to begin!" he said admiringly.

"Did you forget you have two dates for the wine-tasting at Gino's" Emma said.

It was a fundraiser, so all the 'elegants' in town were there. The trio made their way through the crowd and Dan left the girls talking to Bill McCain and his wife while he went for wine. When he returned with three glasses of wine, the McCain twin sons had joined the group. Kevin and Damien are good looking 23 year olds, both home from graduate school and both studs.

"We've been invited to dance, darling, be right back'" Emma called out as she was towed gracefully behind Damian. The two girls in their elegant summer frocks, yellow and gold for Emma and bright green and white for Jackie floated gracefully after the handsome young men like Chinese kites on strings.




Trio



Dan looked slightly pained.

"Bill, can't you keep those two under control?" he said. "Shouldn't you issue a warning to keep the women off the street when they are going to be home?" he grinned to Marge McCain. 

"I'm sorry, Dan, they just don't respect the old folks any more. Will I do?"

Dan put the drinks down and accepted her invitation to dance.

"That's kind of you, Maam! The least you could do. Lord, aren't they a handsome pair, though?" he said to the proud mother.

"I'm not sure they should be doing this with married ladies," she worried. "I'm glad it's Emma, though, they know she can take care of herself. Of course, they also adore her! I don't know, Dan, I guess I can't promise she's safe, now that I think about it."

Dan felt her soft body slip easily into step and he glanced at his two dates. They were easy to spot, the brightest, lightest looking dancing partners on the floor. Both were smiling wide red smiles up into the dazzled eyes of the young men; leaning back into the arms around their waists and whirling at warp speed around the floor.

"I think that I have the better partner, Marge, I really do. But they do seem to be enjoying themselves."

Margie was a bit of a dish. One of those women who always looked like she had the perfect dress for any event. And she dressed elegantly, like days gone by. As her thigh pressed between his legs when they turned, he felt the soft resilience of dress, slip and taut nylons all working together spelling 'WOMAN.' The perfume, neither too strong nor too light, wafted up from an ample, attractive cleavage to complete the picture. She was one sexy lady.

The boys were enjoying themselves and entertaining the girls. They didn't let go after one dance but held onto them for yet another, this time something snuggly and romantic.

He talked with the McCains and stole glances at Emma and Jackie across the room. He thought he saw Emma pulling Damien's hand up off her ass where it had strayed. She seemed to have it pinioned on her waist, but he was persistent and the next turn it was on her hip fondling the line of her thong which indent the soft loveliness of her bottom.

They came back at last, fanning themselves but full of smiles.

"Thank you, Maam, thank you very much! And thank you, Mr. Williams for the courtesy of letting us dance with your lovely lady. It's very good to see you, sir," Damian said, in perfect southern gentleman style.

"You're a piece of work, Damian, you hound dog!" he laughed.

"Well sir, I always observed you closely when I mowed your lawn. Learned it at the foot of the master!"

Emma and Jackie took their places at Dan's side, each taking an arm and placating him with warm smiles and apologies. 

Dan took a turn dancing with each. As Emma pressed close, he asked: "Looked like you were fighting off ol' Damian's hands a bit?"

She giggled and looked up into his eyes. "Well, a little. He's a cute boy though isn't he?"

"You mean he was making a move on you?" he said.

"Well, he did explore a little. I don't think he can read brail, so I don't think he knows where I buy my panties even after two dances, honey." The peels of laughter rang from her thrown-back head, and she nudged her leg between his and pressed her firm mound into him.

"And your bra?"

"That's a little harder to defend.," she giggled.

"Why, that little shit!" Dan muttered.

They sipped the wine and chatted with friends for an hour or so. The sun was fading when they headed home to Dan's patio grill specialty; a full loin cooked whole and then sliced into a Chateau Briand with a succulent sauce. 

The slider opened and Jackie came out carrying the large wooden salt and paper and another drink for each of them.

"Emma won't let me help with the salad, even. She said I am to come out and be nice to the cook!" 

She put the shakers down, handed him the glass, and clinked it looking up into his eyes with big brown innocent eyes. The whisper light dress draped over outstanding tits pushed up into lovely mounds with a chasm of cleavage that pleased the eye.

"And my grandma, who was a bit of a caution, advised always kissing the cook, to make sure the sauce sweetened." With one foot raised sexily behind her, she leaned against his arm and waited with lips poised and eyes closed. Dan tasted the sweetness of her lipstick.

"MMmmm, that is good advice, the cook thanks your Grandma!" he smiled. He was not accustomed to kissing other women with Emma in the next room. However, the kiss tasted good and he relaxed to enjoy it. He slipped his arm around her and pulled her close. 

"It's nice having you here, Jackie. I'm glad we were able to survive my pickup at the airport." She laughed and he savoured the breast she pushed into his side. The aroma of the beef engulfed them and they stood pressed close while it cooked.

Dan had decided that nothing good would come from trying to move things along to the focus event of the weekend; he was determined to just let it happen. If.... if... if .... if, it was going to happen. He thought skeptically.

They sat across from him at the outdoor table. The stars were out and the weather perfect. Emma had candles in wind-proof hurricane chimneys on the table and the colored lights overhead were from a recent patio party. Emma and Jackie looked gorgeous, Dan reflected. Their chatter continued and the wine was replenished regularly until everyone was nicely sentimental.

Dan felt a toe slip under his right pant leg to toy with his leg. He slipped his shoe off and joined his wife's game. They continued talking and then another toe slipped under his left pant leg and slipped up his leg sensually. He felt his cock react. He sat up straight with surprise. After he calmed down a little, he reached to slip his left shoe off and his hand touched Jackie's stockinged leg. He sat up with a smile on his face. The play continued and finally, he felt Emma's foot sidle up into his lap and press along his firm cock lying along the inside of his pant leg. Dan could feel the flush warm his face and he dearly wished he were handling this attention more easily. But he was feeling a little tense about things.

On the other hand, the two girls were completely composed. They looked cute and cheerful, laughing and making jokes, while their little toes drove Dan crazy with a slow and delightful agony. The girls moved around to Dan's side of the table and slipped their arms around him.

"Dan, Jackie has something she wants to ask you."

"Emma! You have!" Jackie said.

"Yes?" he said, looking from one to the other.

They brought their lips to his ears spoke in unison:

Emma said: "I want to have sex with you," and Jackie said, "I want you to fuck me, Dan!"

Dan wasn't sure what they said. "What?"

Emma said "We want you to fuck us, Dan." and Jackie said: "I want to have sex with you." They kissed his ears and blew with warm breath. Each of them found one of his nipples through the knit shirt and squeezed.

Dan melted between the seductively soft bodies and the lovely tongues probing his ears. His arms went around them and pulled them closer, then turned to kiss one at a time, beginning with Emma, long and hard while the waiting girl rested her head on his shoulder.

He realized that he had no idea how to begin. After years of wishing for just this situation, he had no idea of what the next step should be. Delaying with long alternating kisses would only buy him a few minutes. But he need not have worried, because they had it all planned for him.

"Give us ten minutes, honey; then come up to our bedroom. Make it fifteen," Emma whispered. "I love you."

Jackie pulled away from him while he and Emma shared a deep tongue-tangling kiss. Emma pulled away with a smile, then planted a single kiss on his lips and walked to the sliding door. She turned and pulled up the skirt of the frothy summer dress above the dark band top of her thigh-hi stockings. She smiled that perfect smile, with the familiar lush lower lip and bright white teeth.

Dan poured a good sized drink of scotch whiskey and looked up at the stars, full of questions and a sudden feeling of insecurity he hadn't felt since he was 15 years old and wondering what this thing called sex was all about and how to ever get any of it. He walked slowly, once around the lighted pool and put the un-tasted drink back on the bar. With slightly weak knees, he walked to the stairs.

A New Beginning

There were candles.

And multiple overlapping shadows of the two beautiful girls loomed overhead on the cathedral ceiling of the master bedroom.

Jackie was a little taller and held Emma close, their lips in a lover's kiss at the foot of the king size bed. The silk coverlet was neatly folded over its stand and pushed out of the way. Intoxicating perfumes and feminine scents filled the room. Everything appeared golden in the candlelight. He counted five candles of various sizes. He recognized the romantic CD playing quietly in the background.

He stood in the doorway and surveyed the scene. They looked beautiful as usual. Jackie's breasts were lovely, slightly larger and heavier looking compared with Emma's perky round mounds, sharp nipples and defined dark areoles. Emma's tiny little bush looked trim and fresh and Jackie's looked lush and full under thin white panties.

Both wore long thigh-hi's with high heels that made their legs look long and sleek. Emma looked like she had a lover's hickey on the underside of her right breast. They were unblemished perfection apart from that. Emma's panties were a wisp of nothing, a thong that separated and displayed the round loveliness of her bottom. Jackie's snug white lace hipsters perfectly molded generous hips and a firm and out-thrust pubic mound.

"Come in, Dan." her voice was throaty and a slight tremor betrayed the nervousness she held deep inside.

They cuddled close and kissed him. Their lips together, found his mouth. Dan could taste two different flavors of lipstick and he slipped an arm around each of them, exploring the waistband of their panties. He realized that he had been holding his breath and released it with a sigh that hung in the room as a quiet moan. The two girls pressed their heads to his chest, one working his shirt out of his pants, and the other unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his feet.

Jackie ran her hand over his smooth chest and then down the line of hair that led across a decently flat stomach to a thatch of curly dark hair surrounding the base of his cock. His urgently hard erection pressed through the opening of his boxers. The two girls knelt in front of him each holding one of his hands. Jackie reached for his boxer shorts and tugged. His cock was rigid and caught as she pulled them down, then bounced like a springboard before their eyes.

"Gosh!" Jackie said quietly, eyeing his dick. "Big!" she giggled, clutching Emma.

Emma couldn't help smiling. 

"Didn't I say," she joined Jackie giggling and rolled her hand over the head of his cock and pulled the foreskin back to reveal the glistening head, full and large.

"I told her we measured one night ..." she laughed. "... .... eight!" they giggled a little more.

"Touch him, Jackie, darling."

Jackie looked up at Dan and slowly put her hand over Emma's and then Emma pulled away, leaving Jackie holding his cock, her long slender fingers circling the shaft and moving slowly up and down. She stared at the glistening head and Emma leaned forward and kissed it, flicking her tongue out to touch the slit at the end. 

"Here, Jackie." she said quietly. Jackie leaned forward and Dan was afraid he was going to cum when she passed her pink tongue over white teeth before bringing the bright red lips to the end of his cock and made a kissing motion against him. Dan shivered with anticipation and stared down into big brown eyes concentrating on him. She rolled her eyes up to his and her mouth opened into a wide oval as she pressed the head of his cock in. 

She sucked gently, her eyes almost closing as if in ecstasy. When she opened her lips there was a dull red ring faintly visible just back of the deep groove behind his bulging cock head It looked terribly and wonderfully erotic and incredibly naughty; the faint reminder of lips that had hugged the shaft and sampled the sharp steely taste of his cock.

Jackie turned and offered her cock-freshened lips to Emma. 

"Oh, Emm ...." 

Emma's moist lips found hers and tasted her; lightly at first; brushing across the red lips and inhaling Jackie's exhaled breathe, then slipping the tip of her tongue out to flick a serpent pattern into the open mouth of her friend. Jackie kept her lips parted but unmoving, her tongue waiting just inside as Emma licked along the velvety line of her lips; She steadied herself with Emma's breast cupped in a trembling hand.

Dan felt his knees buckle slightly watching the sensuous kiss between two beautiful women just in front of his jutting cock. Jackie still held his cock and Emma had slipped her hand vertically between the cheeks of his ass. Their tongues played together. 

As they kissed each other and fondled Dan, each girl whispered the other hand along the spare hair of his thighs, teasing, tickling, tantalizing, exciting him. 

Dan savored their perfume and tried to memorize the feel of silky hair against his cock as they slowly stood up and pressed into his arms once more. He hugged them close, feeling the thrill of both girls' breasts. Closing his eyes, he allowed their lips to join his in a three-way kiss and let his hand relish the texture of the bare cheek of Emma and the satin joy of Jackie's pantied ass. 

"Is it what you thought it would be?"

Dan swallowed hard and managed to utter only one word in a hoarse, emotionally thickened voice: 

"More." 

The girls separated and walked regally around the sides of the bed and rolled elegantly onto the pink satin bed sheets and waited for him.

Beauty

They rolled against his bare skin, their nipples carving smiles on the sides of his chest. His arms surrounded them and each rolled one leg over one of his. His jutting cock lolled against Jackie's hipbone and she covered it with the palm of her hand and kissed him under his right ear.

Dan moved his legs against the pleasure of nylon stockings surrounding him. He stroked the sides of their breasts with eager fingers and closed his eyes as first Emma and then Jackie moaned softly against his ears. He knew he had never been closer to heaven in his life. The soft music flowed over the trio as they explored and fondled and moved hypersensitive skin against the satin and against each other as candlelight shadowed the walls.

Jackie rolled more on top of him and slipped her tongue along his lips. He hardly noticed Emma rolling the other way and slipping silently out of bed. He was vaguely aware of her opening her panty drawer across the room. He pulled Jackie close and slipped his hand down to cup her sex as his tongue reached deep into her mouth. The taste of lipstick was richly pleasant on his tongue. 

His left leg was pulled straight and parted slightly by Emma's firm grip. Jackie's leg dipped between his legs and he felt the lush hair of her pussy kiss his cock and balls. Her leg pressed his right leg wider and Emma's hand groped around his ankle. Nothing bothered him as he tasted the faint taste of his own precum on Jackie's tongue.

The bed swayed as Emma rejoined him and her tongue joined Jackie's in his mouth. Their tongues dueled between his lips and he simply relaxed in their arms and enjoyed sensations he had never imagined possible amid the two soft bodies now lying on his own. Everywhere some lovely part of their bodies engaged his, softly caressing. .... Emma gripped his cock and slipped lower to squeeze his balls. Dan jumped slightly and then relaxed in her comfortable grip. Jackie disappeared and his wife climbed on top of him, rubbed pointed tits against his hard chest and her firm pubic mound hard against his, and took his cock between her legs. She continued probing his mouth and he ran his hands over the swells of her ass, split in two beautiful halves by the string of her thong clamped firmly between her buns and tight into the slit of her pussy.

Slowly she shucked his arms outward running her hands all along his muscular limbs until another hand grasped the wrist and pulled. The same thing happened to the other arm and again the two girls were against his chest, tits soft and nipples rigid slipping delightfully over his scant hair and spiked nipples.

"Let me go! Please. Want to touch ..." he begged.

"Shhhh!'" Emma whispered against his lips. "Shhhhhhh."

Their tongues moved away and he watched as they knelt upright and looked at each other in the soft light. The candle lighted Emma's breasts brightly as she turned and reached for two flutes of Champaign. They toasted him and sipped from the tall glasses glinting in the golden light. 

Emma said, "open, sweetheart." and giggled. 

Dan opened his mouth and she carefully poured a little on his lips. He gagged a little and swallowed the bubbly wine. He stuck out his tongue and she put the glass against it and tipped it just a little.

She drank deeply and then kissed him with a mouth full, letting him drink from her mouth.

Dan looked up along the lithe body of his wife to the firm round breasts he knew so well, shivering at the sight of her hard pyramidal nipples. He looked at the other beautiful girl and noted that her breasts were a little bigger, a little more mature looking and that they swayed in a lovely swinging motion that tormented his desire. He longed to feel them, to feel the lovely breasts of this stranger in his bed.

"You, .... ...you, .... hon, .... yes. You! Now!" her hand was around his cock gently caressing as she looked at her friend. Jackie straddled his thighs and held on to Emma's shoulder for a little extra support, then leaned forward to Emma's lips. 

"Oh, ... Emm, .... look .......it's so big!" Jackie pointed to the wall across the room. The low candle shadowed his cock standing rigid above the hair of his groin. In shadow, it looked 4 feet tall.

Dan felt the soft silky smoothness of her knees against the sensitive skin at his hips and watched longingly as the two girls kissed each other high above his cock. Emma held him snugly in a ring of fingers and pulled the crotch of Jackie's panties to the side.

"Sure?" Jackie whispered. She sat back against his thighs and Dan felt silken panties over soft ass cheeks and the full length of her calves swathed in taut sensual nylon against his thighs.

He saw his wife nod her head and smile. She looked down into his eyes and smiled at him. 

"Ready?"

"Ohhhhh, ... god, .... yes!" he gasped. His cock felt stretched, ready to explode under her warm, soft hand.

Jackie teased the hair on his belly with long fingernails and slipped back a little bit.

Dan felt his cock touch soft curly pussy hair and he gasped again.

"Oh!"

Emma moved his dick in a slow arc under Jackie's wet pussy. 

"Go ahead Jackie," she whispered, "do it ..."

Again, she moved him and he felt very moist soft folds of pussy wrap and slide over the bulging head of his cock. It felt like something from another world. Wet, very wet. Soft, very soft. Molten, almost molten and hot, hot, hot, against the velvet head.

"Now, ... ... fuck him darling, fuck my lovely husband."

The hot wet lips parted and he felt his cock enter the even hotter sleeve of Jackie's pussy. It was tight, very tight, and his eyes opened wide as he forced her open. The head of his cock squeezed through the tight opening, then popped past the tight muscle of her vagina.

"Ohhh, ... .... Oh. ... " she said sharply, feeling him fill her, feeling the tight flesh of her cunt fold around the big head. "Ohhh, ...."




Trio



The man, who calls himself Michael, has his penis in his right hand, guiding it. It isn't enormous, but large enough, the condom-protected swollen head protruding above his fingers. He lets it rest against the puffy labia and looks down at me. From my chair beside the bed, I lean forward and focus the slr digital camera acquired specifically to capture this moment. I press the button and the camera flashes. I nod to indicate that he should proceed. Michael inclines his body slightly. The purple penis head slides easily into my wife. Catherine sighs softly.

What is to follow will be no surprise; every detail of the scenario has been discussed; we all three know what to expect. The anticipation has played a large part in our erotic life for a long time, long before we finally discovered Michael.

Catherine is on her back with her knees drawn up in the classic missionary position. She crosses her ankles behind Michael's back, drawing him into her, seeking deep penetration. Michael co-operates by resting his body firmly against her mound so that she can experience his full length. They are not yet ready for him to start moving.

The origins of this encounter go back almost eighteen months. We were on holiday in Paris with our son, Peter. It was his last vacation before he departed for Oxford to read engineering. Paris has been a favourite destination for many years, not least because Catherine likes to fine tune her mastery of the language at regular intervals: she is Head of Modern Languages at the most sought-after school in our home city.

In bed one night during that visit Catherine showed me an article in a French magazine describing the growth of swingers clubs throughout Europe but particularly in France and notably in Paris. If Catherine was giving me a barely disguised message, I was surprised. Our sex life had been satisfactory if not exceptional, In the way one is led to believe these things happen, it had gradually dwindled from early passion to comfortable routine. 

"Do you want to try one of these clubs?" I asked, still trying to assess my own attitude to the possibility of spending a hundred euros for the privilege of taking our clothes off with a lot of strangers and letting follow what will.

"Of course not. Not with my figure. And all those groping hands." She shuddered at the thought. But she was being excessively modest about her figure. She takes good care of it, joining me at the gym twice a week when other commitments allow. I think she looks younger than her forty-two years, thanks to good legs and firm high breasts.

These assets Michael is now slowly exploring. Quiet murmurs I am unable to decipher pass between them, but it becomes apparent that she has asked him to start moving inside her. He does so very subtly, cupping her buttocks with both hands so that he can lift her on to his impaling member. I move in again with the camera. Flash! Buried. Flash! Partially withdrawn. Flash! Buried again, balls resting against her anus.

So if Catherine wasn't suggesting we join a Parisian orgy, what did she have in mind? We talked for more than an hour, reviewing the diminution of early ardour and discussing possible remedies. Only then, and very obliquely, did Catherine ask how I would feel about involving someone else. I told her it wasn't an issue worth considering because we had too much to lose.

"But we trust each other, don't we?" she asked.

"Of course we do. But that's not the problem." I reminded her of our exposed positions at home: her school, my company (I employ 17 people in a thriving specialist magazine operation), the Rotary Club of which I am Chairman, not to mention our sporting commitments - we had recently reached the Mixed Doubles final of our county's badminton championships. Were we prepared to run the risk of being caught in a tabloid newspaper sting or any one of a number of other ways our little adventure might become public property?

Frightened by the possibility, Catherine agreed. "Well," she said, "maybe if it stays a fantasy it will liven us up a bit." 

With that we drifted into sleep, but a seed had been sown. Images were forming in my mind.

Catherine is moaning and beginning to writhe. Unspectacular though Michael's technique has been so far, he has been connecting with all the right nerve endings. No doubt the very fact of opening her legs to a virtual stranger is adding to the erotic charge. The signs are very familiar to me: her orgasm is imminent. But she is not ready to surrender yet. She uncrosses her ankles, wriggles from under Michael and deftly turns him on to his back. When I see that his penis is still fiercely erect, I position the camera again. Catherine is kneeling beside him and her open mouth is about to descend. Flash!

After we had returned from Paris, Catherine reminded me of the fantasy when we made love, and I had to agree it added spice and vigour to our coupling. She was asking me to drive harder, then checking me to prolong the pleasure. With Peter now away from home, her release became louder and less inhibited by the idea of being overheard.

For my part, I found myself returning to the suggestion of involving another party until eventually, at the end of one of our most acrobatic performances, I asked her if she would still like to try.

"Not if we running all those risks. It seemed it might be good for us both but -"

"Suppose we could eliminate the risks? At least reduce them to negligible?"

"Could we?"

I said I had given it some thought, and there might be a way.

"Is it something you could cope with? Are you really sure?"

"Yes."

So it was agreed. But first we had to consider exactly what we were seeking. Another couple was our ideal but we foresaw drawbacks: suppose I was attracted by his other half but Catherine didn't respond to him? Or vice versa? Too complicated. A single woman then? Bisexuality was an unknown for Catherine but she didn't rule it out; I was intrigued,too. But how to find a suitable woman? Much easier, we finally decided, to look for a single male. You didn't need to consult an opinion poll to know there were plenty of candidates out there.

"But I have to ask you again," Catherine said, "are you sure that's something you could cope with: watching me with another man? Because I would want you to be there."

I told her about the pictures which had been surfacing in my head with increasing frequency.

Michael's rampant penis and Catherine's voluptuous mouth have found an instant rapport. Each time she lets it slide centimetre by centimetre from between her lips she lifts her head slightly so I can see the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. It is visible even in the camera's viewfinder. Flash!

While Catherine sucks, Michael's hands are exploring. He allows a dangling breast to nestle in his palm, then tentatively tweaks a nipple. Catherine's head plunges to engulf his full length. Then Michael reaches behind her to fondle her bottom. Another irresistible moment. Flash! His index finger rests lightly against her aperture. I raise the camera again but he withdraws his hand. For the moment.

Finding Michael was a long drawn out project, the reason why months passed between our original discussion in Paris and the culmination of my search. I won't bore you with the many false trails I followed, nor the hopes that were raised and dashed. But in the circumstances you will understand the elation of success.

Michael is an American doctor, a general practitioner, from a small town in Oregon. At thirty-two, Michael is seven years younger than Catherine. He and his wife are in Britain on an exchange scheme scheduled to keep them here for three years with an option to extend for a further two. In an early exchange of e-mails Michael revealed a background not unlike our own. He explained that they had chosen to come to Europe because they were looking to expand their sexual horizons in a way that was simply impossible in small-town America. Crucially, his profession meant a desire for discretion I could comprehend.

My own precautions were as secure as I could make them. The e-mail address I used was set up solely for that purpose. When we moved on to communicating by voice, I bought a cellphone that was kept exclusively for conversations with Michael. Another important consideration was that Michael was living and working more than a hundred miles from us. Any meetings would be at a large, anonymous hotel somewhere approximately equidistant.

There remained, of course, the question of whether Michael and Catherine would be compatible. That was given some encouragement when Michael's e-mail arrived with two attachments. I opened them to find two photos of Michael, one clothed, one naked and showing an erect penis of enviable dimensions. Not enormous, but large enough.

My wife has always had a talent for fellatio. It's not something I, or anyone else, has taught her. It is an innate gift. Fortunately, as Michael is discovering, it includes an instinctive awareness of when her partner is reaching bursting point. She draws away from him, sits back and strokes the firm shaft slowly and carefully, taking him back down into the controlled zone.

Satisfied that the danger has passed, Catherine moves on. As Michael starts to rise, presumably thinking it is his turn to take the initiative, she puts a firm hand on his chest to indicate that he should remain on his back. Guessing what is coming next, I ready the camera. By the time I frame the picture she is astride his face. Flash! I capture a close-up of her fingers holding her labia apart. Michael's protruding tongue is finding the way in.

The date had been set and the rendezvous point arranged. We chose a different hotel for ourselves from the one where Michael would stay. If the initial chemistry didn't work, we would have a bolt hole. On the other hand, if things did work out we might still wish to avoid sleeping three to a bed afterwards.

The arrangement was for drinks and dinner at Michael's hotel. As we drove there,Catherine asked, not for the first time, "Don't you find it suspicious that Michael has left his wife at home while he is on this jaunt? I mean, isn't this Europe idea meant to give them both access to a less circumscribed sex life?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Michael says he has his wife's blessing as long as he tells her everything when he gets home. But who knows? Perhaps she thinks he's away on some medical conference."

Deferring a view on that, we soon found that at least the (clothed) e-mail photo didn't lie. The man who emerged from the bar with a warm smile and firm handshake was undoubtedly the Michael we were expecting. I guessed him at just under six feet, medium build, wearing an expensive grey suit, white shirt, conservative tie. He kissed my wife on the cheek, took a pace back and said, "Well, Charles. You didn't do Catherine justice. You didn't tell me she would light up the place."

It sounds like a chat-up line, and it was certainly over the top, but it was said with such self-effacing charm we were both immediately won over. Over cocktails and food that deserved better attention than we were able to give it, Michael's unforced charm dispelled the nervousness we were feeling. Mature, confident, successful adults we may have been in our daily lives but here we were in middle age embarking on the unknown. Yet, as I regarded Michael from the other side of the dinner table, it was easy to recall the e-mail picture of Michael, naked and aroused, and match it with Catherine at her most receptive.

With a vagina thoroughly lubricated by a combination of Michael's clever tongue and her own voracious desires, Catherine is ready to progress. And here comes a surprise for me. She asks Michael if he will talk dirty to her. This is something that was not unknown in our younger days but I thought we had grown out of it. But this meeting with Michael has removed all reserve from my wife. 

"Will you fuck me now?" She asks him, alerting me to have the camera primed.

"For such a sumptuous pussy, it will be my pleasure. My cock is all yours."

"Give it to me, then," she demands. "I've been wanting it ever since you had your hand under my skirt during dinner." (Another surprise for me.) "How do you want me?"

"Doggy?"

As the camera flashes, she falls to her knees and spreads herself. Michael is behind her, cock in hand. He removes the condom and replaces it with a new one. "Better now than finding it slipping once we get started," he says with a grin. Flash! This shot shows the sheath distended by hard flesh.

I have to confess that my own uncertainty about how I would feel while watching my wife being serviced by another man had all but disappeared. I felt in no way humiliated because I knew Catherine's love for me was deep and solid. I now believed that Catherine was capable of relaxing into this intense journey to the physical peak without losing her emotional compass. What was happening was a profoundly exciting sexual experience for us both, made safe because Michael and Catherine ensured that I did not feel excluded. On the contrary, I was very aroused.

This was something Catherine and I had discussed be forehand and had prepared for. During what I must call our normal relations,Catherine would sometimes leave me a signal that she was in the mood for sex. When I returned from the office and went to our bedroom to change, I would find a pair of blue panties on my pillow. Over dinner if Peter was at home all it needed was a smile to acknowledge that I had received the message and was looking forward to bed time. Then, as part of our foreplay, Catherine would fold the panties round my cock and bring me to readiness.

Now, as I watched Michael and Catherine begin their serious endeavours, I took these same blue panties from my pocket, unzipped myself and began to masturbate with them. My eyes never left the action taking place on the bed a few feet in front of me.

"Fuck me hard, Michael. As hard as you can. It's good like this. But don't come yet."

Catherine is still on her knees, Michael kneeling behind her. He has been entering her with a series of rapid thrusts. Now he changes tempo, steadies himself with his hands on her hips, withdraws completely and then rams his cock back into the welcoming wetness of her cunt. I focus the camera on the action area as his balls swing through against her. Flash! Michael's grunt is matched by Catherine's murmur of approval.

"Again?" Michael asks, cock in hand.

"Yes, keep going if you can. Are you all right?"

"Oh God, its so great. Don't let it end yet."

"Keep fucking then. But stop when you have to." I can scarcely believe this. This is my wife's voice, the Head of Modern Languages at a very distinguished school. Like Michael, I am having to concentrate hard to avoid a premature conclusion.

Deep breathing and recuperative pauses between thrusts give Michael the control they both crave. The grunts and murmurs continue for some time. Catherine turns her head to smile at me. I smile back and nod to reassure her that this is working for me, too. I am hardly moving the blue silk panties against my shaft. A small stain of precum appears.

If I am now close to the point of no return, so, too, are they. Michael pulls his cock out after one last vigorous drive. "Now, Catherine," he says,his voice hoarse with the lust she has provoked in him. "On your back. Open wide."

In seconds she is spread, knees apart, fingers holding herself open for him, the insides of her thighs glistening from her leaking juices. I want to use the camera but my cock needs my hand. 

Michael says, "It won't take long, I'm afraid. So enjoy." He plunges a cock that is near to bursting into a cunt that cannot wait to receive him. This no longer a carefully choreographed affair, as it might be between partners fully aware of each other's needs. This is two people fucking heedlessly, both on their limits. Catherine is urging him on with scarcely decipherable obscenities, Michael is gasping, driving, racking up the force of each penetration, gathering speed. 

It can't last and Catherine, sensing as much, at this wonderful moment reaches out a hand to beckon me to join them. As a huge groan signals Michael's last, draining thrust, I kneel beside Catherine and, with two easy strokes, shoot spunk on to her tits. 

We lie, the three of us, in silence for several minutes. Then Catherine retrieves the blue panties and uses them to clean her breasts and between her legs. "Well," she says, "was it good?"

"More than good," Michael replies. "Like nothing ever before."

"Yes," I say. "Truly like nothing ever before."

It was two days later that the cellphone - the Michael phone as we had come to call it - rang again. He spoke first to Catherine, thanked her profusely, asked somewhat anxiously if any regrets had developed in the aftermath. She assured him there were none. (She didn't tell him that after we left him, we had gone to our own hotel and made love at great length and with deep affection. It was only then that I realised she hadn't come with Michael; she had saved her orgasm for me.)

Then Michael asked to speak to me. He had a request, he said. He hoped we would agree but he would, of course, understand if we declined. On his return home, he had fulfilled his promise to tell his wife everything that had happened. And now he wanted to know if we would like to meet them both.

I asked him to hold while we conferred. It wasn't a lengthy consultation. Catherine had read my expression. "He wants to bring his wife,doesn't he?" she asked. I nodded. "Fine by me," she said. So it was agreed.

Just as I was about to ring off, Michael said he would call in a day or two to confirm arrangements. But in the meantime, could I e-mail a selection of the photos for his wife to see?

Sadly, I couldn't. When I tried to transfer the pictures to our home computer, nothing worked. Probably there was a fault on the camera. I could hardly take it back to the shop. Nor could I get the IT wizard in my office to look at the problem. That precious experience would simply have to remain locked in our memories.

Next time,said Michael, he would bring the camera. Which suits me because I have every intention of being rather more than a spectator then.



Trio at the Pools



A special thanks to Volunteer Editor Wickedinside for their time and expertise. Any errors that remain are my sole responsibility.

*****

I had received the following text message: "at the Pools, bring champagne". It was only five words, but it brought instant memories to mind, and a sense of excitement swept through my body. 

The "Pools" is something of a code word for a secluded area in a large urban park. Actually, this park is one of the more popular large parks in the country that lies within a city. Its over 1,000 acres, most of which are a groomed botanic wonderland. Given the vastness, pockets of secluded, somewhat private areas, are naturally created. Outdoor privacy can be found even in a city of nearly one million people. If all of the connected cities are included, then it's just over seven million people. At 144 years old, this park defines the city as much as any of its other landmarks.

"Bring champagne", also a code that meant Sarah and Ana were together. The word "champagne" refers to Ana. It was an invitation for me to join them. I've never asked to be included, allowing them their time together. An invitation, however, was always accepted with pleasure. 

On my way to the park I stopped to purchase the champagne. I admit that I violated the posted speed limits in my eagerness to get to the Pools. It had been maybe six weeks since the three of us were last together. At that time, I had received a text message inviting me to spend the night with them at one of the finer hotels in the city. That message was just two words, the name of the hotel and the word "champagne".

I was indeed excited, I was aroused. I recall that I was hoping that from the parking area at the Pools, to their little oasis, I wouldn't be encountering anyone else. If so, I would have had to hold something in front of my pants, the champagne perhaps, to conceal my obvious excitement. 

Once passing within the park boundaries, it's as if the city is a hundred miles away. Amazing, the value of a well designed, large urban park. It provides a means to balance a life spent in a city. Personally, I like what both have to offer, a city and the outdoors. I often feel somewhat out of balance when I'm spending too much time in just one environment.

Any stress that I was carrying with me melted away now that I was winding my way through the park.

Over the years, I've been asked at times about my favorite areas. There are many of course, but when I include the "Pools" in my list it's most common that the other person has no familiarity at all with that feature. This is true even for those who live in that city, and have been there for many years. The Pools aren't for swimming. There's no aquatic life in the Pools. They're not meant for meditating. They are used regularly for a sporting, and somewhat artistic reason, however, not every day are they in use. And no, there are no boats in the Pools. They are known worldwide however, for those who enjoy that particular pursuit.

I parked; as anticipated the lot was empty. Except for Sarah's vehicle and one service vehicle loaded with landscaping equipment and tools. There's a small paved walkway leaving the north side of the lot that I chose. The temperature was in the mid seventies, with just enough clouds in the sky to add some depth, some texture. There was a slight breeze, enough to move the leaves of the most delicate trees, and nothing more. The scent was a mixture of too many plants to even begin to describe. It was fresh, clean, invigorating. 

Approximately fifty meters down that path there's an unusually shaped tree, a eucalyptus. There's not an intersecting path at this location, but on the far side of that tree there is what looks like an old, unused trail, quite narrow. It's not an obvious route at all, which makes it a perfect getaway. 

There are a few ups and downs along the way. Gentle undulations, through thick, mature growth, and eventually a clearing. It's big enough to let a few people view the sky, yet small enough to feel secure, as if in a private backyard garden. Given that the path was active at some time in the past, perhaps a picnic table stood at the clearing decades ago. 

I moved slowly at the top of the last rise, and then sat down. Below me a blanket had been spread. Both of them had done away with their clothing. They were lying side by side, touching, giggling. I wanted to just watch silently until they noticed me. It was probably a good ten minutes or so. 

Sarah is lean, fit, but not to a chiseled level. She's feminine, soft and inviting. Ana has that fine, smooth skin and tone that's difficult to describe but is characteristic of Asian women. It's exotic, but that word doesn't even begin to do justice to their natural beauty. "Allure", now that's a word that should be included in describing an attractive Asian woman. Sarah is in wonderful contrast to Ana's shiny black hair and dark eyes. She has an olive skin tone, sandy blonde hair and gray/green eyes. I swear, at times her eyes are greener and at other times more gray. I've tried to tie this to her mood at the time, no success thus far. 

At times, when I've been invited, it was with the intention that I'd just be watching. I can't think of a scene more erotic than two women moving together, knowing how to please each other, being totally uninhibited. To me, it just seems natural that women would enjoy each other in this way. Most of our encounters however have been as a trio. Once noticed, I'd know immediately how the afternoon would play out. 

Either way, I wouldn't remain clothed, so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. My pants needed to come off as I was quite aroused, and it was uncomfortable. I unfastened my belt, unbuttoned the waistband of my pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled both pants and underwear down together. The initial feeling of the cool air on my body is such a rush of pleasure. That's not entirely accurate; it's the act of being naked outdoors that's exciting. 

Perhaps I wanted the movements of undressing to get their attention. Well, it did. Their response made me laugh aloud. Upon noticing me they sat up and applauded! I won't forget that welcome, it was indeed fun.

Ok, now I had to negotiate the gentle downward slope to join them. I put aside any pretense of being picturesque. I was naked, I was erect, and my "dick" would act stupid as the rest of my body descended with a minimal level of dignity. They continued to laugh. 

When intimacy can be so carefree and welcome, when people abandon all of their defenses, it transcends to a new dimension. 

Ana took the center position as we all lay down. Obviously, she wanted, and likely needed, the attention. Her brown little nipples were already hard. I wasn't sure if Sarah had tasted them yet today, but I hadn't so that's where I started. 

Every woman has her own special taste, her own unique scent. I can't put into words the scent and flavor of Ana, but its intoxicating. It's very subtle, it's clean... I don't tire of gently sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with my lips. She wants a playful little bite at times. Her breasts are small, rounded, beautifully shaped. It's as if I can almost get all of it in my mouth. They're sensitive; she'll wiggle and squirm while I suck. She'll arch her back, raising her chest up, as if pushing it further into my mouth. It's fun to tease her, just barely taking her nipple, not allowing her more. 

I rose up, and just used my finger tips to pull on her nipples. Keeping her excited, but wanting to see what Sarah was enjoying. Her face was very close to Ana's pussy, but not touching her. Instead, she was tracing her finger tips just on the outside of Ana's pussy lips, just a light touch, a teasing touch. Ana tried to move her body so that Sarah would be more accommodating and begin to satisfy her. Again, Ana didn't get what she wanted, not yet anyway.

I slowly slid my hand down Ana's tummy. Her pussy hair is neatly trimmed, naturally sparse, and very fine to the touch, soft. I spread her lips open; she reacted with a soft moan, and uttered a faint "yes". Sarah began to taste her, the tip of her tongue lapping some of the juices that had already begun to flow. I kept her pussy open with one hand, and lowered my head to her nipple, and sucked as if I was taking her milk. 

The three of us know each other quite well. Ana knows that we won't allow her to cum early. This game will be played well into the afternoon before we'll let her have her first orgasm. Her body says that she wants it now, but she'll be the first to admit that the torturous denial of a climax is wonderful for her. 

We nearly let her get too close. Her body always betrayed her. It's the way she'll move, feline-like, twisting and turning as she approaches the early stages of climaxing. 

It was time for her to please us. I remained lying on my back. Sarah moved to lie on top of me, with her back on my front. I liked this position for a few reasons, one being that I could easily reach around and play with her breasts. Ana knew what was expected of her. She moved between our legs and guided the head of my cock to Sarah's pussy. Her hands are doll-like, I like it when she touches me, guides me. I took it from there, and began to slowly fuck Sarah. Without us asking, Ana began to lick Sarah's pussy and my cock as we fucked.

The stimulation was almost too much, almost. I wanted to focus on all of the pleasures. My cock, as it moved inside of Sarah, and on Ana, while she licked my cock, and sucked on my balls. She would take one testicle in her mouth and suck on it, pull on it. 

Ana was hungry, and she knew how to take us over the edge. She moved her hand to fondle my balls, gently pulling on them, while sucking Sarah's clit. Having my balls held when I'm close to cumming is like pulling a trigger. I slowed my movements when I sensed that I was on the threshold of cumming. 

This slowing down allows me to feel the juice leaving my balls and surging through the shaft of my cock. The difference in the intensity of the orgasm is real. It's essentially, focusing on my cum moving through my body, and not on the fucking movements. Ana was taking care of Sarah; she didn't need my cock thrusting in and out of her.

Sarah felt it enter her, it was hot, thick. She could feel my cock pulsing as the stream of cum moved through it. Ana shared that she could see my cock moving, as if it were "breathing", pulsing. I had to hold Sarah's hips as her orgasm swept through her. If not she would have fallen off of me. She tends to have what I call a "flamboyant" climax. A lot of involuntary body movement, but she remains relatively quiet throughout the experience. I could feel the warmth of our mixed juices oozing out and coating my balls as she came.

As we subsided, Ana helped by pulling my cock out. A stream of pure white hot cum followed the head just as it came free. Ana put her lips to Sarah's' opening, and began to swallow as fast as she could. Drinking it all in. 

We recovered by watching the clouds pass overhead, our breathing coming down. Ana sat there pouting. It was her way of communicating that we needed to put her at "center stage". Without a word being said, she rose and picked up the still chilled bottle of champagne. She handed it to me with a pleading look on her face. She's a good actress.

Sarah guided Ana into a position where she was on her knees, and with her face and hands resting on the blanket. Her tight little ass raised high, her puckered little ass hole and pussy beckoning. Sarah began rimming Ana's anus as I popped the cork. Upon hearing that Ana raised her head and smiled. Sarah finished licking and then inserted the middle finger of one hand into Ana's cunt to get it nice and slippery. She then eased it into Ana's asshole. Her other middle finger went to into Ana's pussy, her fingers now fucking both openings, at the same time. It was as if Ana was trying to raise her ass and pussy higher into the air, thrusting upward, not getting enough. 

Again, she was very close to cumming. Sarah backed off by suddenly removing both fingers quickly. Ana nearly screamed, the sensation was over powering. I handed the champagne to Sarah, and then began to alternately tongue both Ana's ass and pussy. Sarah started pouring the champagne over her openings as I licked. The effervescence, the thousands of tiny tickling bubbles, drives her crazy. Once she was on the path to a climax I backed off, and just watched her squirming in pleasure. Ana describes it as her anus and pussy almost being over stimulated, at the same time, a fine line. 

Her orgasms are strong, and long. Her exaggerated movements of twisting and turning are as if she doesn't have a bone in her body.

The first time we did this to her, a few years ago, she passed out momentarily. The sweet little vixen had given us a scare at the time. "Vixen" is a good word for her. 

Nearly spent, she collapsed. We let her rest some, but not too long.

We'd already played out the denial, or delay, of a climax. Now, it was time to begin the "pushing" of orgasms. She loved both phases, and would be disappointed if we hadn't accommodated her needs.

By afternoon's end, she received from me the thorough fucking needed. She prefers that I'm on top. Her legs bent, knees almost touching her chest. Opening up as much as possible to take it all in, her body shuddering with each thrust of my cock. One release of cum in her tight little cunt, and the rest squirted over her body. Still hard, I slipped my cock back inside and watched as she gathered cum on her fingers and brought to her lips. She let some it run out the side of her mouth, and down her cheeks. Her lips shiny, glossy, a small pool of cum briefly held on her tongue before swallowing. 

Sarah had sat up on the rise, away from us. She likes to watch and touch herself when I'm fucking Ana.

We traded places; I sat and watched as Sarah began using toys on her, pushing Ana to more orgasms. She did this until her body couldn't tolerate even the slightest touch. It was if every nerve ending had been over stimulated.

Ana has a rather extensive collection of toys. All made of lacquered wood or porcelain, a few of sculptured jade. All very old, personal treasures passed on. The detailing is intricate. Those that resemble a male, when warm and wet, if held when your eyes are closed, felt real, as if alive. The contour, the ridges, the veins, the gentle curve... There were life size ones, and smaller ones of perfect scale for anal play. They're from the hands of an artist, likely several artists. Ana refers to them as "toys", however she cares for them as if they were jewels.

Ana slept in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. One of the exquisite jade toys had slipped out of her mouth when she fell asleep. It lay there, wet from her sucking, almost touching her lips. It looked like an erotic pacifier. 

It's all fascinating, finding out what takes a person to such elevated sexual pleasures. It's rare to become so close to someone, to be able to drop all inhibitions, accepting the risk of being turned down. No risk, no reward.

I wondered how many weeks, or perhaps months, would pass by until the next text message.



Trio Ch. 01



Coming back from the lingerie shop, in which she had bought a set of 36L nursing bras, Layla found a leaflet advertising a new health center in her neighborhood in her mailbox; she cursorily read the list of the specialists featured, and hit the name and photograph of Rina.

She was a college roommate of hers, even though Rina was studying Medicine, and Layla Information Technology – but after graduation they stopped meeting each other.

Now Rina apparently moved into Layla's city – and perhaps she had the leaflet delivered to Layla's mailbox, as Layla failed to detect a copy of it in the still full mailbox of a neighbor.

While she was wondering why did her former roommate seek to contact her, her husband Pan came back home, and cheered Layla's bras.

"Why did you buy them alone? I'd have merrily brought you to the shop!"

"I wanted to surprise you," Layla answered while hugging him and before kissing him in the mouth.

After that, Pan kissed Layla in the chin, nibbled her ears and licked her neck until he hit the collar, and when he managed to unbutton it with just his mouth, Layla stopped him by saying, "Darling, we have to talk."

Pan knew what Layla meant: he grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom, where they disrobed and had a shower together; even though both Layla's nipples and Pan's penis got erected, they didn't have sex while showering.

After wiping each other dry, they went to bed; as it was Layla who wanted to talk to Pan, he laid on his back, letting his wife sit on his lap, in order to be penetrated by his erect member.

Once its tip reached her cervix, Layla leaned forward, propped oneself on her elbows, while letting her breasts fall on Pan's chest.

Pan hugged her, didn't try to stir his penis within her vagina, but tenderly kissed Layla and asked her, "Darling, what are you going to tell me?"

"It's a long time since you've had an andrologic checkup, isn't it?"

"You're right, darling. Do you detect something wrong, Layla?"

"No, you're as good as usual at making love. But I wanted you to get visited anyway – and I will be too."

"You? Why? You don't need to get visited. You're a shapeshifter from outer space. You can't possibly get ill, and you can pretend whatever to deceive us."

"Even the HMO, I suppose."

"Why are you going to deceive our HMO?"

"While I was attending university, my best friend was a medical student named Rina. Now she's become a specialist in both male and female reproductive systems."

"Ah! You're going to help her by having her visit both of us - and the HMO foot the bill."

"Right. Our health policy allows me to have a gynecological visit a year, and you an andrologic visit every two years – until we fall ill."

"And an andrologist is also a General Practitioner. Whenever I catch a cold, I can be visited by her, even though I don't need a prescription to buy an aspirin."

"Right, darling."

Pan kissed Layla, and she began hopping her pelvis, so his glans massaged her vagina, hammered her cervix, and made her come first, and him later.

When his penis' erection subsided, they had a 69 – so they cleaned each other's genitalia with their tongues, and Layla came once more.

Then Layla pressed her breasts against Pan's chest, hugged him, told him, "You've been fuckingly good. You deserve a prize." She gave him her left breast, and he began sucking milk.

It was supposedly milk, but actually tasted like shay bin-na3ana = mint tea. As she was a shapeshifter pretending to be a human female, she could secrete how much fluid she wanted, in whatever flavor, and in whatever composition.

But the arousal and orgasms were true, and soon Pan's nursing aroused her, so he fondled her vulva, while she was massaging his penis – when it got erected again, she put it into her vagina, and bade Pan switch breast, so while he was emptying Layla's left breast, her vaginal muscles squeezed the penis until Pan too came again.

After a well-deserved shower, Layla donned the bras she had bought, one after another, filling Pan with glee, and then having sex with him again.

After that, Layla phoned Rina, and since she was still in her birthday suit, Pan noticed that they must not have been just friends at university – Layla's breasts got engorged while talking to Rina, the nipples got erected, and even her vulva somewhat opened and spread its scent across the room.

"Curious," remarked Layla after hanging up, "She's told that she can visit me now."

Pan browsed the leaflet Layla had found in her mailbox, and replied, "It's her scheduled time. She covers the late afternoon-early night shift. I'm full up now, so you needn't cook and you can go to her surgery now."

"Ok. I'll be back soon," Layla said while dressing up and before kissing Pan in the mouth as she went out.