When I try to describe what I share with Edward and Don, things always get a bit tangled. It’s hard to define something that doesn’t follow the normal scripts of how life—and love—is ‘supposed’ to work. That’s part of the fun of it. When we’re all together, it feels less like there’s three of us and more like there’s just one. We are not separate, we’re a single entity, us, entwined and combined and indivisible.
It’s been so achingly long since the three of us could be together, and before we’re reunited, I find myself strangely nervous about how things will go. Can we instantly slip back into familiar ways of fucking? Or will there be nervousness, ice-breaking? A period of re-familiarising ourselves with what once came so naturally?
I didn’t need to worry at all, as it turns out. When we are finally in the same room together after so long spent apart, we slip back into our old ways like you’d slide under silky bedsheets. We spend the first moments—which feel like listless, indolent summer hours—just kissing and touching and caressing. Reminding ourselves and each other how it feels when one becomes three again. The delight in having two pairs of hands running over your body. Two sets of lips kissing the delicate skin on your neck, stomach, arms… everywhere.
Edward kneels behind me, Don in front, and I kiss each of them in turn. With my eyes closed, I cannot tell from that first moist touch which man it is I’m kissing then… ahhh… I take a soft breath in and I know. The scent of a person is so evocative, isn’t it? I know even with my eyes closed now that this man I’m kissing is Don, and if I turn my head I will breathe in the sweet scent of Edward, before tasting his plump lips too. As I wallow in this simple pleasure, they run their hands all over me, my pale stomach and crotch clad in white lace panties, and I bathe in the warmth that radiates from these two men, sandwiching me between them.
As I say, when we’re together we are no longer three lovers but one. When people tell me that having two men is their greatest fantasy, and point to porn where two men please themselves with one woman I want to shake my head and gently show them what it can really be like when you connect. I’d love to show people what I have with Edward and Don: not one-on-two or two-on-one, but all three of us—the love we have equally for each other.
We begin with those kisses and caresses. Sensually. Don’s lips warm my shoulders while Edward rains them down onto my face and neck. Don reaches out to stroke Edward’s thigh, grab his taut bottom through his matching white underwear. We’re all in white today, did I mention that? Don in a white vest and tight white boxers, Edward matching with white shorts of his own. Me in bridal lace—bra and knickers matching the colour of what the boys wear. I love the harmony of it—the unity. And I love the way their big hands feel as they grab my tits through the fabric.
Crushed up between them, I can feel their cocks getting hard, pressed up against me. And if there’s one thing better than feeling one erection, it’s two. I close my eyes in ecstasy, to fully focus on the sensation of their touches. I melt into them, almost dreamlike, and when I open my eyes there’s something beautiful about not knowing whose gaze will meet mine first.
Edward is the first to escalate from kissing. He slips a gentle hand down the front of my knickers and begins to slowly stroke at the wetness. Finding my clit, thrilling me with a slight pressure that brings a moan to my lips. Meanwhile, he and Don are still caressing, wrapping their arms around me so they can get to each other. It’s like a smorgasbord of skin and flesh and warmth and love. I adore the way they play with each other.
And oh, oh my favourite part: when I move to the bed and beckon them over, Don and Edward share a flash of conspiratorial glee. Don gives Edward a look, raises his eyebrow as if to say ‘shall we?’ and Edward responds with a grin. That collaborative joy when they both assent to playing with me together gives me shudders that run from the base of my skull all the way down to my pussy.
A friend once asked me which of them I loved the most, and I couldn’t do anything other than stare at her like she’d grown another head: who do I love the most? Out of these two men, who love me and each other? It’s a nonsense. There is no Edward without Don, no Don without Edward, and no ‘us’ without every single one of the three. Importantly, those moments when two of us look at each other, raise an eyebrow and grin: they are not possible with only two people. And they’re my absolute favourite.
Once we’re on the bed we let out what feels like a physical sigh yes, that’s it, we’re here. We’re together. It’s been so long since we could be together like this. Don tugs down one of my bra straps and slides his hand in to caress my breast, while Edward pulls down my knickers. They work together, and I almost said ‘like a team’ but now it’s like they’re reading each other’s minds—stripping me in tandem, exposing my pale pink nipples and ravenous cunt. Edward sucks hungrily at me while Don grabs my other breast, all the while they’re grabbing at each other, blood pulsing through their veins and into their swiftly-stiffening cocks.
Don keeps my mouth occupied while Edward settles down between my legs to pleasure me with his lips and tongue. Don is stroking his hair while he does it, sometimes adding gentle pressure on the back of his head to nudge his face further into the wetness between my legs. I can’t help but let out little mewls of pleasure, and by the time Don joins in too, fingers and tongue on my clit, teasing the piercing that adds so much extra sensation. I can’t help but picture them like a pair of cats, lapping quickly at me while I purr with delight.
I am not eager to come. I don’t want to reach climax just yet, because I prefer to enjoy a languid, throbbing build-up. The boys are in no hurry either, wanting to make the most of the time we have to play. Edward slips one finger inside me—just one, just enough—and Don meets his eyes with conspiratorial glee. He pulses his finger gently in and out while I squirm on it and then, oh, then, he delicately places his finger in Don’s mouth, giving him a taste of the arousal that by now is dripping out of me. Don, ever-generous, lifts his head up towards me, passing me the taste of my own cunt on his lips.
And—as ever, as always—I think two is immeasurably better than one. When Don adds his finger to Edward’s inside my pussy, I gasp and wriggle on them. When they each hold up a finger to the other one’s mouth, my heart throbs along with my cunt to see them suck the taste of me from each other’s fingertips.
It’s been so much about me until now that I have almost forgotten just how desperate I am to taste each man’s cock. When Edward releases his from his tight boxers, I reach for it with hunger, wanking it softly before letting Don have his turn. Don is now guiding both of us towards pleasure, his big hand on Edward’s dick and his fluttering tongue at my clit. Edward’s dick bobs and bounces in time to Don’s strokes, and I can see it swell in Don’s hand, getting fatter and harder until not having it inside me feels like endless agony. I join Don, clasping my own hand round Edward’s dick too as we rub him in perfect harmony. This harmony—synchronicity—is why I have missed these two men so much. We just work together, and there always comes a point when I forget where my own body ends and theirs begin—it’s just three people, becoming one.
I can’t wait any longer, I want to taste Edward. I know Don does too, but like a perfect gentleman, he lets me go first. Wrapping my lips around the smooth head and my hand around the solid shaft, I suck and rub at him while he lets out those beautiful guttural moans and sighs. Don plays with his balls, knowing exactly the places to suck and lick to add depth and texture to the blow job. I have it on good authority from both Edward and Don, that there’s no feeling in the world like two tongues on your cock.
And to me, there’s no greater feeling in the world than the collaboration between these two, as they work together to layer pleasure upon pleasure for me, and for them. In this vein, as I shift round to straddle that tempting erection, Don takes Edward’s cock firmly in hand, holding it straight and rigid just beneath my cunt so I can slide easily onto it. Bliss. It’s big, and always a shock to start with. I gasp at the glorious feeling of being stretched so wide and filled so thoroughly. Slowly I start to slide myself up and down his cock while Don shuffles down the bed to pay more attention to those parts I cannot see.
At all stages, all three of us are connected, and so it is here too: while I ride Edward, hard and then harder, Don applies his lips and tongue to the base of Edward’s cock, and the smooth tightness of his balls. He kisses and caresses my bottom and back while I ride, reminding me with the touch of his hot hands that he’s there and watching and enjoying. At one point, I slide all the way off Edward’s thick cock so Don can spit delicately on the twitching head, lubing him up to make for a smoother ride. There it is again—that teamwork. That connectedness. I’m not the only one for whom this is the best part… Edward’s legs twitch with pleasure at having both Don and I apply our skills to him at the same time.
Don removes his underwear, and I get to feel how rigid and eager his cock is too, as he sits up behind me and squishes it into the crack of my bum while I ride. It’s like being surrounded and drowned in both of their lust and I don’t even try to hold back, kissing each of them in turn. Hungry for them both. Don applies that collaborative playfulness to me now too, gripping my hips and lifting me up and down, harder and faster as I ride Edward. Like he’s using me as a toy to pleasure the other man. When Edward sits up to suck at my nipples, I can feel myself jiggling against him, and feel Don pressing firmly into me. It’s almost too much sensation to bear.
I want to play with Don now, the two of us allies chasing the same goal. I clamber off Edward’s cock and together we work away at it. Lots of kissing and sucking noises, lots of eye-contact with each other and that teamwork that we love so much. Don gives these gorgeous little tongue-flicks to the shaft, licking away at the juices I’ve left drizzled all over it, while I go to work on the head.
Perhaps it’s Don’s tongue-flicks that give me the idea, or maybe I’m just so horny I need to have someone pleasuring my clit, but at that moment I realise I can turn round and straddle Edward’s face. I keep his dick firmly in my mouth while my vulva nuzzles against his nose, letting him give my clit the same attention that Don just gave his cock. Don joins in, squatting over me so that he can slide himself inside—each stroke of the fuck nudges me down onto Edward, so there’s a rhythmic harmony that helps push me closer and closer to coming. Don fucks downwards into me, Edward licks my clit, and those movements shove me a little harder down Edward’s body, pushing his smooth, aching dick into my mouth: bliss beyond bliss.
See, this is something people don’t always anticipate with threesome porn either. There’s usually a worry that one person will be left out, or that any position will inevitably mean one of you draws the ‘short straw’, but it isn’t like that. Doesn’t have to be like that. With the three of us, we play with each formulation—each tesselation of our soft, warm bodies—and somehow every time we manage to come up with a combination that gives each of us something to do. To look at. To play with. To gush over.
Edward wants to please us both, so he switches so simply from tonguing my clit to licking at the base of Don’s shaft. And here I confess to a tiny bit of jealousy—not the kind you might imagine in a threesome, but pure envy itself. I will never be able to lick the taste of myself from Don while he’s fucking me, but I’m delighted that Edward gets to experience that treat. Opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out to appreciate the taste of both of us combined, matching his licks to the tempo with which Don slams it into me. Each stroke of the fuck completes the circle, pushing my lips further down on Edward’s cock, pumping deep into the back of my cunt, and pressing us down into Edward’s upturned face.
I can tell that we’re close to climax now, all three of us have abandoned our earlier commitment to sensuality and gentleness. Now we’re laser-focused on speed and intensity. Like the vision of our sex has narrowed from this beautiful, expansive field to a pinprick of light concentrated directly on our cocks and cunts. I love this bit. And I love that we reach it together—each of us goading the others on, watching out for those telltale twitches or grunts that let me know someone is close. I climb off Edward, stroke his cock brusquely and then lie on my side so that Don can enter with ease. I know what Don likes, how he wants to end this: a vision of Edward squirting shot after shot of cum directly onto my tits. We are only too happy to give this to him, of course.
As we build to this delicious three-way peak, our noises get louder and faster, like we’re using the pants and moans to keep time together. A cacophony of cries and gasps meld together to drown out the outside world and feel like we’re making music. Edward strokes my hair like he’s easing me up towards my own orgasm, then with the other hand grips his cock good and tight and begins to rub at it, aiming directly for my jiggling tits. Each time Don ploughs into me I let out a cry, luxuriating in the extravagance of having both of these men using my body and each other for their pleasure. And then… ah, then! Edward starts to come. Hot spurts of it landing directly onto my tight nipples and pale tits. I glance at Don, already speeding up in anticipation of his own. He devours the sight of me, painted in cum, and starts to fuck like he’s desperate to come inside me too. I make eye contact with him, willing him to get there: come inside me, come good and hard for me, let me feel your spunk in my cunt while Edward’s is dripping down my chest and ahhhh… there it is.Don’s cock starts to twitch and jump as he lets himself go, right over the edge and into orgasm.
God, I want to lie like this all day between these two men, now sweaty and hot and sated. We snuggle down together in a neat, close pile. Limbs entangled, hands caressing each other everywhere, meeting each other’s eyes with those soft, sleepy smiles that are all you can ever muster once you’ve climaxed. Revelling in this moment when our collaboration, our teamwork and love and care for each other, has all borne fruit.
I hold their hands, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction, just enjoying this moment when we’re finally reunited, with Edward’s cum drying on my chest while Don’s drips slowly from my cunt.
The End

It was all my fault. I’d let my mind wander through the entire business planning meeting this morning. But it was Lenya that started it. As I’d watched Lenya gently teasing her ballpoint pen between her lips and into her sweet, pouting mouth in between taking notes – the pen slipping over her slight, lip-sticked smile, in and out, her tongue twirling a caress around its tip as her eyes locked deep in work-mode concentration towards James, leading the meeting in his tight pale blue shirt and sexy jeans. Lenya was unaware of the way she was arousing me of course but it was too late by then. Beneath my tight pencil skirt, I knew my black silky panties were already slick with the evidence of my excitement and my pussy lips were pinkening with the throb of my desire. It was all I could do to stop myself tracing my finger slowly up my inner-thigh, past the nude-lace of my hold-ups, until my freshly-manicured fingernail met the warm flesh at the top of my thigh, sending shockwaves of sensual electricity through my body, and onwards, towards my wanting clit. It was of also at that moment that James broke-off from his commanding business presentation to ask me a question….
I stumbled through my answer. I stuttered the projected sales figures. I mumbled the incorrect projection – and our potential deal with a new client fell apart there and then. And yes, it was all my fault. Afterwards, I apologised as best as I could. It was James who was most furious with me – and not in the mood to accept my words of remorse. But in the confines of the office, I could hardly tell him the truth of what sexual fantasies had been whirring through my mind that morning… But now we were home and it was after business hours, I needed to not only apologise properly, I needed to make it all right again. Between the three of us. Just like it usually is, with group sex.
Sat on the sofa, relaxing, James doing his usual work-research (or at least that’s what he says he’s doing on his tablet) as Lenya kicks back with a novel, I found that I could resist no more – not only tempering my unsatisfied desires but resist in saying sorry to my man the only sure-fire way I knew how. Surely, this was a win-win situation..?
Easing one hand across my panties, I caressed the smooth skin of my body upwards with the other – beneath my silk blouse to my pert breasts, nipples hard already and eager for touch. My body was soon writhing, my eyes fixed on James as I pulled my panties aside to find the centre of my excitement – my pretty pink clit throbbing steadily with my growing pleasure. Giving James the clues of what I needed from him, the come-on invitation for him to add to my arousal, I pushed two fingers firmly inside myself. It felt good, almost satisfying – but still I needed more. I guess needing more is my thing. You only have to look at the set-up of my life to see that…
You see, our home situation isn’t exactly a usual one. Me and James, me and Lenya, me, Lenya and James – and on occasion James and Lenya too when I get to sit back and watch and make myself cum so hard it’s like a train thundering a station. Our set-up is maybe not normal in how society sees it…. But it works for us. In fact, it was the thought of our typical play that added to my arousal at this morning’s meeting too. As James’s voice rang through the board-room, husky, deep, sensual in its masculine tone, I noted the contours of his biceps through his shirt, the curve of his defined pecks and I could picture his skin beneath – his shirt off, his naked torso edging lower, as he climbed towards me and Lenya, teasing us about who he’d choose to take first, as we lie naked, limbs intertwined, kissing each other delicately, on the best purchase the three of us have ever made – our super-king size bed for the master suite in our apartment. Yep, that’s right, James, Lenya and I all share the same apartment. But there’s more than one bedroom – we’d be too exhausted otherwise. Though, of course, it’s the giant bed in our master suite that we like the best.
And that’s exactly where I wanted to be right now. That’s where I wanted all three of us to spend the rest of the evening. But I had a lot of making up to do first. And it was my desire that I needed to deal with – and get out of sitting here, stuck in the middle, like the shame-faced naughty girl that I felt I was. But as I touched myself, James wasn’t biting. Was I really in his bad books so much? But still I went on, touching at my eager sex – and then, as I caught the lingering scent of my arousal, breathing it in to send my further into pleasure, I remembered there was one thing James could never resist – and that was the taste of me.
Offering up to him the honeyed-sweetness of my sex that coated my fingers, up towards his mouth, James could hardly refuse. His lips opened, accepting my taste at once, his eyes flickered with horny desire, as he tasted the exciting promise of what was to come…. And at last, James pulled me closer – and began to touch me. Was he finally accepting my apology? I guess I just had to wait and see…
James worked at my pussy – just the way I liked it. Two fingers dancing into the dark of my heaven, rhythmically pulsing at my flesh, my moans more audible with every thrust and teasing stroke of my clit. The sound of his hand tapping and slapping against my lips aroused me even more as he held my arching body close to him, with James pausing only to pull lightly at my nipples as if taking command of my pleasure.
I knew what he wanted now. Lying back, I offered my open pussy for him to play with as he saw fit. Pushing deeper with his fingers now, I could see the pleasure of giving cross his face, as his thumb danced across my swollen button, making it swell even more, making me want even more, as I always did, as he edged me towards climax. I breathed through the ecstasy that was building inside as he held my lips firmly apart, the tightness of being pinned wide adding to my thrill. This was what I wanted. This was the acceptance of my apology for my boardroom shame. I knew this for sure when James eased his fingers out from my glistening pussy to my open and panting mouth, letting me too share the juice of my hot and sensual sex. It was sweet and delicious, just like Lenya’s juice that I hoped was building inside her right now, as she continued to sit beside us, reading her book like the good girl she was trying to be whilst letting me and James have our re-bonding moment of bliss.
Pushing three fingers into me now, James was bringing me closer to my explosion and, try as I might to resist, my orgasm rippled through my entire being, my body tensing and arching back with the release of my exquisite thrill. As I caught my breath, James did the honourable thing. He slipped off my panties. He wanted more too.
As Lenya looked on, James opened me wide and worked me harder with this thumb. The pleasure building once more inside my sensitive sex… Until at last, my eyes caught Lenya’s and in her glance I could see her deep desire – for touch, for sex, for me. After all, that’s what brought Lenya to us in the first place….

It was one of those evenings when every single thing seems like foreplay. From the spraying of scent and the choosing of earrings to the long hot kiss in the elevator on the way back to the room they’d been unable to resist booking for the night, the last few hours had had only one ending in view.
“Sorry if this is going to be boring for you,” Nick had said as they headed into the hotel ballroom. “These award ceremonies can drag on.”
“How can I be bored with this view?” replied Venera, already revved up by the sight of her man in his dinner jacket and shiny black shoes. She reached up to tweak his bow tie, letting her fingers slide inside his collar and brush his neck, just for a second.
“Likewise,” he said unsteadily, putting a hand on her silk-clad hip.
Then there had been champagne, footsie, lots of clapping, sneaky hands under the table, loud congratulatory conversations, skirt hems lifted to expose stocking tops, canapes, dropping canapes under the table and rubbing her face against his erection before getting back up… the night went on…
And now here they were in the hotel room, hot enough for each other that they could have just ripped each other’s clothes off and got down to it up against the wall. But she wanted to keep riding this tantalising wave of desire a little while longer. She wanted her throat tighter, her skin more flushed, her nipples harder, her pussy wetter. She wanted to be so turned on she could scream.
So she put the tip of a warning finger on his chest and reached into her beaded evening bag with her other hand.“Easy tiger,” she purred, drawing out a pack of cards. “I’m in the mood for a game.”
“So am I,” he said hungrily, his lunge at her neatly sidestepped. “Hide the s…”
“Don’t!” she begged, laughing. “You’ll put me off. I’m trying to be sophisticated and seductive.”
“So am I,” he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his chest. “Caveman style.”
“No cavemen,” she said, wriggling against him, feeling his rock-hard erection against her lower belly. “Not yet. Come on, how often do we get all dressed up like this? Let’s make the most of it. I promise you you’ll get yours, but the anticipation will make it all the sweeter. Now sit down and deal.”
Growling softly, he sat down on the plush rug opposite her and shook the cards from the pack.
“Strip poker then?” he suggested.
“Um, I’ve never played poker. Can we make it strip pontoon?”
He laughed and dealt.
They played a few rounds; she made sure to pronounce the words ‘stick’ and ‘twist’ with maximum sibilance. They had a lot of jewellery and pocket squares and bow ties to get through before it could get really interesting, but they made the most of each little act of denuding—she unclipping her bracelet and draping it slowly over her breasts and dipping it into her cleavage; he spending deliberate moments on his cufflinks before turning up his cuffs to reveal the strong tanned wrists and forearms she found so sexy.
By the time she was down to her silky shirt and stockings and he sat on the rug facing her with his bow tie hanging loose from his collar, their mutual desire was showing in the heated bloom of their skin and the breathy lowering of their voices.
“Ah, unlucky,” he crooned, smirking. “Looks like a stocking goes next. God, I’ve been waiting for this bit.”
His pupils flared bigger and blacker than ever as Venera slid a finger inside her stocking top and began to peel it, achingly slowly, down her milky thigh. Seemingly unable to help himself, Nick yanked it from her foot and flung it away over his shoulder, almost dropping the cards in his eagerness to shuffle for the next round.
Once the stockings had gone, so did any semblance of restraint. They pulled closer, stroking and poking at each other’s exposed skin. Nick’s dress shirt was soon off and Venera’s silky blouse almost melted off her into the warm golden air.
Now his crossed legs displayed his shorts-clad bulge, and she knew her long blonde hair drifted tantalisingly over her breasts, only just contained by her lacy black bra. The stakes were never more visible.
Arching her back, Venera knelt up with her knees apart, watching as her lover dropped the cards between them, trying to distract him by leaning closer, letting one finger glide down his cheek, moving her lips up to meet his. It worked too well and she snapped back, laughing at his confusion.
“We forgot the champagne,” she whispered, getting to her feet and sauntering off in search of it.
She knew Nick would be watching her retreating bottom with frank appreciation, almost salivating as her smooth cheeks undulated beneath her suspender belt, the unclipped straps swaying slightly with each deliberate sashayed step, her black lace thong dividing them perfectly.
“You ready for this cork to pop?” asked Nick, wrapping his fist around the bottleneck.
“I know you’re good at that,” she purred, sliding down beside him, then she giggled as he raised an eyebrow.
“I seem to remember you having a pretty good grip,” he said.
The cork flew and each took a swig, laughing as the bubbles took effect and the champagne wetted their faces, splashing onto Venera’s breasts.
“Uh oh, spillage,” whispered Nick, “assistance needed.” He leaned into her and she sighed as his breath warmed the chilly drips then his hot tongue lapped them up.
“Mm, I think you got it all,” said Venera, eyes shut in rapture, “but don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop, kissing the slope of each breast and slipping his tongue into the furrow where they met.
“Kiss me,” she urged, and he lifted his head so their tongues could meet, fizzy with champagne and desire. Her lips alternated between caressing his mouth and the mouth of the bottle, wrapping around it, teasing as he tipped more bubbles into her. But the bottle’s charms were limited when placed in competition with the warm man who held it and soon he found better uses for his hands, kneading her breasts while she dipped her hand down to massage his thighs.
It was crazy, she thought, how a simple thing like putting your mouth on somebody else’s could cause so many reactions in unrelated parts of your body. She was hot everywhere now, despite her near nakedness. Her chest felt as if it were popping like champagne bubbles. Every inch of her skin tingled, and trembling sweetness channelled itself from her lower belly down between her legs. How did kissing do that? Who cared… her thoughts swirled away into a vortex of pure need.
More champagne and she was deliberately careless this time, barely taking any into her mouth, letting it all coat her breasts.
He put his hand between her thighs and the shock was like electricity. She leapt back onto the sofa, spreading her legs wide, inviting him to explore the secrets within.
“Did you get champagne on these?” he murmured, kissing her soft inner thighs and then turning his attention to the strip of black fabric covering her pussy. But she was beyond words, sighing as he kissed a hot path across her pubic triangle.
Thank God, was her only semi-coherent thought when he yanked the little string of material aside and buried his face between her thighs, which she opened even wider in eager offering. She pushed herself towards him, willing him to keep the pressure on and turn it up. She was sure her clit must be as red and swollen as a strawberry by now—why wouldn’t he push his tongue against it?
She gasped as he sat back up, praying that he wasn’t going to stop. But he took another mouthful of fizz and then dived back in, letting it tingle until she felt unbearably sensitised and desperate for him to seal his hot lips over her. As she writhed, he slipped one finger inside her, so quickly and easily that it felt greased. He wriggled and pushed it back and forth, dropping back down to bathe her clit anew until she was grinding against him, her hand on the top of his head.
Disappointment at his withdrawal soon turned to pleasure at the realisation that Nick was bent on removing her thong.
He grabbed her bum cheeks, holding them firmly as he went in for another round of cunnilingus. She could only clutch at cushions and pluck at her own skin as her ability to control her body was surrendered to Nick’s intentions. He was ravenous, sealing his mouth over her pussy, stroking his tongue top to bottom, side to side, diagonally, around the edges of her clit, every which way, while she moaned wordless encouragement.
Now she was wet enough for two of his fingers to penetrate, and he lifted his head to watch her as he worked them. She tried to focus on his face, on how hellbent he looked, at how sexy that was, while she felt herself giving way to his insistent probing. Her soaked pussy begged for more attention but she knew it was coming now. She knew there was no going back.
Two fingers became three, and he drove them in and out of her slick, greedy pussy, kissing and licking her spread lips as he worked until she was so close to the edge she could feel the scream building from way down within her.
Of course, that was his cue to stop, to pull out, to sit up and whip off his pants so that his erection was released, springing and eager.
With one leg bent on the sofa and the other straight to the side, he braced himself above her. She watched avidly, drinking in the look on his face, the way his chest lowered to meet her breasts, spreading herself as wide as she could in anticipation. She felt his hard length press into the soft skin of her inner thighs, and then before she could even blink, he was inside her, pushing up and stretching her, making her purr with the sudden brutal pleasure of being filled. He had prepared her so well that he sheathed himself easily and it was a small step from there to establishing a hard, fast rhythm.
He must know how much I love this, she thought, her cheeks hot with the delicious shame of it, it must be obvious from how wet I am. He knows I need it. He knows what a desperate slut I am.
She wondered if she dared say any of this out loud, but he was slamming so determinedly now that she was panting, making words hard to jerk out. She decided to stick to enjoying the sensation of his body on hers, in hers, completely mixed up and tangled together.
They knew each other’s bodies so well now that he seemed to have a sixth sense that told him when she was getting close. Was it her heat, her sweat, the pitch of her sighs that told him? Was it a look in her eye? Whatever it was, it was deadly accurate and he slowed down straight away, drawing out the tingling, stomach-tightening thrill of it until she was drowning in it. The way he did this always made her fall over a precipice of vulnerability and understand how deeply she loved him. The realisation was frightening, but somehow the fear gave an edge to the pleasure, made the almost-unbearable wonderful.
She kept her gaze locked on his through the many variations of speed and intensity, stroking his damp face, willing her body to make it obvious to him that he was the best and no other man could give her what he did.
“Yes,” she whispered, “yes, yes, yes,” wanting him to ride her over the edge. He was not ready to come yet, and she understood this, and understood also that he would be quite happy to eke his own pleasure out until he had wrung more orgasms from her.
Their passionate communion did not let them down. Nick upped his rhythm until the pressure was too much and Venera could not keep a lid on her climax for another second. She moaned lustily into it, luxuriating in the pride he took in his erotic handiwork, keeping her eyes fixed on his until they melted into stars.
She could hear his heart hammering along with his ragged breathing and they kissed each other back down to earth with deep, grateful kisses until they were conscious again of being on a sofa, in a room, in a world that contained more than the two of them.
Nick withdrew and sat up, and his persistent erection showed Venera that she still had work to do. Giggling, she slid off the sofa and knelt in front of him, bobbing down and licking her own taste from his stiff rod. He reclined like a Roman emperor while she traced a line up and down his shaft with her tongue tip, sometimes teasing him by slipping her lips over his rounded top and giving it a cheeky suck.
She knew he’d be watching her wrap her lips around his cock or close her fist mid-shaft and tug it up and down. She loved that she enthralled him by the way her mouth moved in the service of his pleasure. Slowly, expertly, her grip tightened and her lips wettened until he was so rigidly hard that she knew it would not be long before she had a mouthful to swallow.
But that wasn’t her plan. She climbed back onto the sofa, straddling him, smiling at the way his eyes locked on to her swaying breasts. She placed her feet on either side of his thighs and crouched above him, taking his cock into her hand and guiding him into her spread pussy above, lowering herself so that she was slowly impaled on that needy pole.
Now she was in control of the pace and action, and she was going to make him understand how she had felt earlier. She was going to make him desperate and grateful and crazy for her, just as she was for him.
He took hold of her flanks as she bounced up and down on him, bending down to kiss him through the motion.
“Don’t you worry, boy, you’re getting yours,” she vowed to herself, pushing her tongue hard against his, fighting it into the corner of his cheek.
She sat up and ground hard, knowing that the sight of her jiggling breasts would spur him closer to his orgasm. He seemed hard-pressed to choose whether to handle her tits or her arse, and he kept switching between the two, grabbing quick, enthusiastic handfuls of each as she upped and downed and screwed around on his cock.
“Faster,” he gasped, but she wasn’t going to be told what to do now, and she opened her palm and slapped it lightly against his cheek, to his apparent delight. She was his hard-riding bitch, and he needed to learn that he would get his orgasm when she decided.
But now, bending and kissing while he squeezed her breasts, she could feel the stirrings of a second wave. She pushed down hard on his shoulders and began to pump in earnest, building the friction, pulling him in deeper, squeezing, then letting go, over and over.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grunted and she slapped him again. When I say so. Kisses and slaps, slaps and kisses.
“You’re too close, boy.” She pulled him out, moved so that he was rubbing up and down between her bum cheeks. “Do you want it? Do you?” Their teeth clashed mid-kiss. He wanted it.
She took pity on him and let him back inside her. This was the home straight now. She went back in hard and fast, one hand on her clit, charming up the second orgasm that she knew was on the way.
She ground slowly for a moment, giving him the signal that he might need to help her along if he wanted to make her come again.
He read and understood it.
“Get to work,” he hissed, grabbing her hips, making her speed up into a final ferocious rhythm.
She fell gratefully under his control, wanting him to dictate the pace, wanting him to show her she belonged to him.
As he fucked her, his hand landed with a perfect crack on her arse cheek, and she felt the quick bloom of sting push her into the space she wanted to occupy. Yes, here it was, it was coming. Again, and then again, he spanked her into her final unravelling. She worked so hard she was trembling everywhere, but she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until he allowed it.
She grabbed his chin tight and then she heard the change in his breathing that always happened before he came and she knew that one more spank would do it for her. Together they bucked and cried into climax. She collapsed on his chest, filled with his warm seed, glorying in it.
Then it was time for breathless laughter and satiated kisses. He slipped out of her and she felt her thighs coated in his thick seed, pressing them together so that some of it might stay inside.
“Oh my God,” she drawled, picking up the neglected champagne bottle and wetting her dry mouth. “That was…”
He laughed, took the bottle from her and agreed.
Even now, exhausted as she was, she felt she could do it all again. Like this was their very own strip poker sex story, they could re-enact on repeat. Lying back against the sofa arm, she stretched out a fatigued leg and let her foot play with his softened cock. A few more sips of champagne and he would be ripe for another round, she thought.
But this time, there would be no card game. Nick might be a lot of things—handsome, passionate, a skilled lover and hot in a tuxedo—but he did not play fair.
The End

George:
Julia has been stripped naked with her wrists bound behind her back for what seems like hours. In reality, she and her lover George have only spent a short time in the dungeon with their new mistress, Domina, but time had no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls. George and Julia had wished to push the boundaries of their relationship, and discover what untold levels of pleasure could be derived by learning to fully submit to a professional dominatrix.
So far, Domina had provided just that opportunity.
For his part, George remained on the receiving end of the pleasure. He helped Domina undress his partner Julia, slowly caressing her body as Domina secured Julia’s arms and wrists in a tight bondage rope. There were no words exchanged. Domina and George worked together as if they had done this countless times, preparing the beautiful Julia for her first bondage sex experience. As Domina expertly wound the ropes back and forth between Julia’s wrists and bound her breasts, George caressed her and stimulated her nipples, teasing her until he hoped her arousal far outweighed any sense of fear she may have been experiencing.
That is, until Julia was ordered to her knees.
Because then, she was on her own.
George watched as Julia submitted to Domina’s commands, kneeling before her on the cold, barren floor. He was surprised at Julia’s submission, but then again, he knew she was capable of allowing her sexuality to flow through her. Those times they had engaged in any sort of role playing at home, Julia always allowed George to dominate her, and control her in any manner he chose. He savoured those experiences. He loved listening to her moan deeply when he spanked her with a paddle, and grew rock hard at the thought of Julia submitting to him and allowing him to do anything he wished to her. He relished the opportunity to tease her, until she couldn’t take it a moment longer… until she begged him to fuck her, and have his way with her. There was nothing hotter than watching her writhe beneath them, blindfolded, her sensual body awash with arousal as he brought her closer and closer to the edge… until he finally allowed her to orgasm, plunging his cock deep inside her and fucking her over and over again until she exploded.
But this was different.
George was no more in control of what was happening than Julia. Even being on the receiving end of the pleasure, he had no choice but to do as he was instructed.
Domina was the only one in control, and they were both her loyal subjects. George would never dare to go against her wishes. The punishment would be too severe.
Domina removed George’s cock from his pants and pushed Julia’s head down onto him. George couldn’t help but let out a small, quiet groan of pleasure. Watching Julia’s luscious red lips wrap around his shaft always made him instantly hard. Now, his thick member bulging from his unzipped trousers like a beacon in the dimly lit dungeon, he had the perfect view as Julia worshipped his cock with her tongue. She expertly licked up and down his shaft, providing him with exquisite pleasure. This alone would have been enough for George. He could’ve climaxed right there, and he would’ve considered their experience incredible… yet Domina had other plans.
The dominatrix circled her fingers around Julia’s neck and pushed her down onto his full length. Julia gagged as the saliva poured from her lips. Fearing Julia might not be comfortable, George nearly used their safe word to end their session. Yet as soon as he saw the look of pure lust in Julia’s eyes, he knew there was no need… Julia was loving every minute of it.
George pulled his shirt up and feasted his eyes on his lover as she continued to lavish his cock. He fought back the desire to raise her up and fuck her as hard as he could. Maybe Domina would allow him to do that, maybe she wouldn’t. It was her game, and he would play it however she wished.
Because the truth was, he was loving every minute of this, too.
Julia:
The sound of rattling chains startled her. Julia had been focused on pleasuring George so completely that she nearly forgot there was much more to the dungeon than being pushed to her knees and forced to pleasure her lover’s cock. Much more.
Julia glanced toward the tall, shadowy figure of Domina, unhooking a chain from the ceiling. The metallic rattling in the small, cold room caused her to shudder. She dared a glance at Domina’s face. Beneath her mask, Julia could see a glint of excitement… Domina was enjoying this too, there was no doubt. It caused Julia to shudder even more.
Domina hoisted Julia up to a standing position. The dominatrix positioned Julia directly in front of George then secured the chain to the ropes behind her back. George grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard. Julia gasped in shock. Her nipples were still tender from being placed in the set of clamps. George lowered his hand between her legs, caressing her inner thighs. Julia twisted back and forth, desperate for George to touch her, just as she did when they were roleplaying at home in their bedroom. Except now, he wouldn’t touch her the way she wanted. Instead, he grabbed his cock and stroked it in front of her… showing her what she couldn’t have.
Julia desperately wanted his thick cock buried in her cunt… fucking her relentlessly until she erupted in an explosive climax. But she was denied any such release. It was part of the torture.
Of course, it was also part of her fantasy.
To be told exactly what to do, and denied what she so desperately craved… this was why Julia was here. The idea that she was simply a toy to be used any way her dominatrix wished, and anyway her lover wished… it thrilled her to no end.
It was exactly what she’d hoped for.
Except she had no idea just how she was going to be used… no idea at all.
~
Domina raised the chains back up, Julia’s arms lifted behind her causing her to rise up on her toes. She was completely immobile, her body bound, held captive before her dominatrix, and her lover. There was nothing she could do except wait and see what came next.
George moved closer. His hand slid between her legs. Finally, he touched her where she wanted to be touched. Julia moaned as George pushed into her slick juices, thrusting his fingers inside her dripping wet cunt. George lowered his head and wrapped his lips around her tender nipples, sucking them hard as he continued to work his fingers deep inside her. She moaned. Her nipples were on fire, her breasts swollen and sore from the tight ropes, which only added to the torment as George continued to pleasure her. She fought to remain quiet, fearing any noise that escaped her lips would bring on a punishment she could not withstand.
They swapped positions. George moved behind Julia, and Domina pushed her head down toward the long strapon dildo she was wearing. Julia cried out as George thrust his cock into her from behind while Domina pushed her head down onto the dildo. Julia wrapped her lips around the fake phallus, gagging as it filled her mouth. Behind her, George spread her lips and shoved into her more deeply, driving her forward. She nearly lost her balance, but the chains kept her from moving. She was pinned between her two tormentors, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure or pain they would provide.
Domina released Julia’s head. She groped her swollen breasts and clamped her fingers down hard on her nipples, pinching and pulling them much harder than George had, driving simultaneous spikes of pleasure and pain through Julia’s body. Julia cried out, unable to keep quiet. She could feel her body starting to weaken. The smell of her arousal permeated the room. She was losing control… but they weren’t even close to done with her.
~
George grunted deeply. His thrusts grew harder, more primal. He grabbed Julia’s hips and fucked her with such strength he thought her body might collapse. But the chains hooked to the ceiling held her perfectly in place. He suspected the chains had experienced far more than this. Based on the other torture devices in the dungeon, he knew that he and Julia were getting off easily. Domina had certainly tormented them both, but it had been nothing compared to the torture he knew she was capable of administering.
That was fine with him.
Watching Julia submit in the way she had brought out an animalistic instinct in George he hadn’t experienced before in their relationship. He slapped Julia’s ass hard, fucking her as if she truly were a doll… merely his plaything. He didn’t worry about how she felt, or what his actions were doing to her. He didn’t care if he was making her come, or keeping her on the edge of her explosive climax. All he cared about was fucking the sweet pussy in front of him until he’d had his fill.
Or until Domina told him to stop.
That was what it was truly about, George discovered. Allowing the pure, unfiltered lust to flow through one’s body. Trusting your partner could handle the pleasure, and the pain. Knowing that going through the experience together, you were going to come out so much more connected on the other side.
He just had no idea how much Julia absolutely loved it as well.
~
Finally, just when Julia thought she couldn’t take being fucked a moment longer, George stopped. He pulled out of her and tenderly caressed her as Domina ran her hands over her breasts, allowing her to catch her breath. They swapped places again. This time, it was Domina thrusting into her from behind with her strapon, with George holding her head and thrusting his cock between her lips. It was the perfect strapon threesome. Once again, she was a rag doll, her lips and pussy simply orifices to be fed. Julia did her best to pleasure George, gasping and moaning as Domina worked her long black dildo deep in her pussy. With each thrust of Domina’s hips, Julia lurched forward, rattling the chains above her. Her arms remained pinned behind her. There was no escaping. No chance to place her hand on either of her lovers and slow them down… just endless penetration that threatened to drown her senses until she could no longer take it.
Finally, they stopped. Above her head, Julia heard the chains rattling as they were lowered. Domina released her arms and unbound her wrists. Julia allowed herself to breathe, thinking it was over. With her guard lowered, George thrust his fingers deep into her cunt, fucking her as hard with his fingers as he had his cock. Julia’s body nearly exploded from the sudden penetration. Her body quivered, George’s fingers pushing into her so deeply she couldn’t help but cry out.
Her mind was awash with emotion. She had been fucked, forced to her knees to pleasure two cocks at the same time, and brought to the edge and back so many times she couldn’t count. Her body was limp. She could barely stand up, and barely maintain her focus… yet somehow, she wanted more.
She wanted to be fucked even harder.
She wanted George’s cock buried inside her.
She wanted Domina to fill her with her strapon.
She wanted to be fucked to the point she could no longer handle it.
She wanted to experience every level of pain and pleasure that was possible in the dungeon.
Except Julia still truly didn’t know just what that meant.
~
They guided her into a swing. Julia’s arms were pinned behind her, her legs spread wide and held in place by leather stirrups. Julia’s body moved slowly back and forth. For a moment, she allowed her body to relax into the swing, believing she was getting exactly what she hoped. She looked towards George, expecting him to move between her legs and plunge his cock back into her pussy and fuck her like she so desperately desired until she came over and over again.
Except George remained motionless. Julia turned her gaze toward Domina. Julia’s mouth ran dry. That was not to happen. Their dominatrix had other plans.
Domina approached her with a long black whip. Julia gasped in shock as Domina brought the whip directly down on her cunt. It stung her clit, causing her entire body to spasm. Domina brought the whip down again, then again, raking the long strips of leather across her wet pussy lips. Julia cried out. She had never felt anything so sharp and stinging, yet it only drove her arousal even higher.
Over and over again, Domina slapped her, the whip’s long tendrils inflicting their wrath across Julia’s skin. Her body shook and rocked back and forth. The pain… the pleasure… it was searing… exquisite… all she felt was a burning desire to come and come and come.
Yet, she couldn’t.
Each time she felt the stimulation from the whip, it was taken away. Now she was begging for it. Desperate for the slap. Desperate for the fierce sting of the whip on her clit. She had never wanted anything more in her life than for Domina to slap the whip against her clit and trigger the wave of orgasm that she knew would wash through her like an eruption.
Instead, Domina took the whip away.
Now there was nothing. Julia thrust her hips forward in the air, spreading her legs as wide as the stirrups would allow. Nothing touched her.
This was it.
This was her edge.
The fucking, the slapping, the whipping she could handle.
Not being touched… being left naked and open with her cunt pulsing in arousal… this was the edge she could not handle.
She opened her mouth to utter her safe word, then paused. She caught Domina watching her. In that moment, she saw that Domina was not going to allow her to remain like this. She would not push her into a place from which she couldn’t return.
Domina truly cared for her.
This was the side of submission Julia didn’t yet understand, but was learning. It was Domina’s place to make sure her subjects were always safe. It was Julia’s place to trust her.
Domina, of course, knew this. She knew just how much Julia would withstand… and just what she needed next. She set the whip aside, then positioned George between Julia’s legs and pushed him to his knees. She thrust George’s head between Julia’s thighs, instructing him to pleasure her. His tongue ravished Julia’s clit and glistening lips. Julia gasped as he thrust his fingers inside of her, providing her with the penetration she so richly craved… providing her with a sweet reprieve from the endless torment… yet, it wasn’t to last.
Domina wasn’t cruel, but she also wasn’t a fool. She knew Julia would come in seconds from the frantic tonguing George was giving her. She knew Julia would explode, and their time together would be over.
She wasn’t done with her subjects… not yet.
~
They moved around until George was behind Julia, with Domina in the front. A strapon threesome. Julia held the bar of the metal swing as tightly as the sweat on her hands would allow as George guided her head back until her body was prone in the swing. In front of her, Domina pushed her strapon dildo back inside her pussy, while George pushed his cock in her mouth. Julia arched her back and took George between her lips, gasping as Domina fucked her harder and harder. Julia’s body swung between her two lovers, each thrusting into her with no mercy.
They swapped positions again. Now George was back between Julia’s legs, fucking her nearly spent pussy. She cried out over and over as he plunged his cock deep inside her, his powerful arms flexing as he gripped the steel swing. Each time Julia was close to climaxing, Domina removed his cock from her pussy, stroked it in front of her, then pushed it back between her lips, reminding her who was still in charge. Each time Julia cried out, the despair nearly filling her voice as her need to release grew beyond anything she had ever experienced.
Finally, it was time.
George thrust into her, now with a familiar rhythm. Behind her, Domina supported her back, caressing her skin. Julia’s legs were still spread wide, high in the stirrups. Her thighs quivered. Her body shook. Her grip on the steel bar of the swing threatened to give out, but she held on until she felt the glorious sensation of her orgasm rushing through her body. It was tiny at first, coming from a place far beyond the normal realm, then exploding through the surface of her skin. Her entire being was on fire, her senses completely overloaded as wave after wave of pure pleasure surged through her.
She held on tightly as George continued to thrust into her, plunging in and out of her over and over again, coming and coming until she was completely spent. George’s body stiffened as his own climax rushed through him. Julia held him tightly, now feeling the familiar joy they normally experienced in their lovemaking, except this time, it was heightened to a new level previously unknown to them. Julia accepted George’s final thrusts, her legs spread wide as he exploded deep inside of her, his ejaculate spilling from her pussy onto the ground.
Slowly, George pulled out of her. They kissed deeply, their bodies coming down from the intense physical pleasure they had shared. Domina moved between them. They both caressed their mistress, arms and hands entwining, holding each other’s bodies. They kissed Domina together, their tongues moving together in an appreciation of the experience they all shared. Julia kissed George’s neck and his chest as he ran his hands over her back and cupped the smooth curve of her bottom. Their gentle caresses said it all… nothing had changed between them. The experience had only added to their powerful connection.
Domina’s first question to Julia was if she had enjoyed everything.
“Yes,” she responded. “Absolutely.”
It was, without a doubt, exactly what she had hoped for.
And for George, it was exactly what he hoped for, too.
And Domina… it was exactly what she’d hoped, except she had known exactly what was going to happen all along because she was the one in control. She was always in control. It was, after all, her dungeon. And this was her strapon threesome.
The End

She was drifting in the void between sleep and wakefulness, that most precarious of places where detailed and vibrant dreams are possible to direct and control. She usually explored her most outlandish sex fantasies in this state, frequently finding herself drenched when she finally emerged to full consciousness. This morning’s dream had only just started when she was rudely awoken by her inconsiderate brother of a flatmate slamming the front door. Why she had ever decided to move in with him was a mystery to her and she was counting the weeks until she could afford to find her own home. Until then she did at least have the advantage of watching an array of his male friends come and visit and it was one of these that had been the subject of this morning’s dream.
The friend in question had spent the night on the sofa after the two of them had been out drinking last night. She’d heard them come home in the small hours and she assumed they had now left for their regular weekend football practice, leaving her the luxury of an empty flat. He was by far the nicest of her Brother’s friends and she had been flirting with him on and off for a few weeks now, partly because he was rather gorgeous and partly just to annoy her brother.
In her dream she had watched him working up a sweat in an imaginary garden, his muscular torso glistening in the sun as he wielded an axe to chop wood but she’d woken before anything more exciting had happened, leaving her feeling aroused and more than a little frustrated. She let her imagination drift back to her dream and the still fresh images of his semi-naked body filled her mind as her fingers gently caressed their way down and began to softly stroke the damp flesh between her thighs. She conjured images of him undressing, revealing parts of him that she’d never seen but frequently imagined. Her finger slipped between the wet folds of her flesh and she pictured his hard muscular thighs as his jeans were tugged down leaving him fully exposed. She closed her eyes, willing the dream world to return and letting her imagination direct the action as her hands provided the physical stimulation her body demanded. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing her already swollen nipple hard between two fingers, feeling the familiar electric ripples of pleasure racing through her as if wired directly to her pussy. Her thighs clamped around her other hand briefly, an automatic response to the pleasurable sensations filling her. Her fingers moved autonomously, their practiced movements maintaining the first flush of arousal with ease and building on it, parting her lips and easing towards her clit. She moved slowly, her fingers tracing lazy circles around it, careful not to press too hard too soon in case she gave in to her physical needs and forgot the fantasy sustaining it.
In her mind she knelt before his naked body, visualising his perfect abs and beautifully erect cock. Soaking in the detail, she pictured smooth shaven balls that demanded to be cupped and licked. Her lips parted in readiness to take him deep into her mouth while her fingers found the firm flesh of her clit and squeezed it gently as she imagined licking along the length of his shaft while looking up into his eyes and watching the pleasure unfold on his face. Her neck and chest flushed a warm rosy pink as her excitement built rapidly, her arousal noticeably ahead of the action in her head. Her dream jumped forward to match her body and she found herself being lifted in his strong arms and felt the tip of his cock pressing against the sodden entrance of her pussy. Fingers acting as a substitute for the man in her dream she felt herself being stretched as he slowly filled her, easing into her sodden pussy. Pressing the heel of her hand against her clit she drove herself closer to climax, one hand a blur of motion while the other continued to pinch and squeeze her nipple, dream forgotten as she lost herself in ecstasy. Every movement edged her nearer to a peak and she cried out with reckless abandon as the first ripple of orgasm filled her senses, causing her hands to clench, fingers pressing hard against her most sensitive flesh, causing a second wave of pleasure to course through her and she cried out again.
Slowly she eased back to wakefulness, her heart returning to a normal pace and her awareness of her surroundings replacing the fantasy of the dream once more. Throwing back the covers she paused on the edge of the bed, toes pressed into the soft pile of the carpet, listening to the silence that pervaded the flat, checking that she really was alone. Confident that her brother and his friend had indeed left earlier she put her iPod on its dock and turned it on. Padding slowly across the hallway wearing nothing but yesterday’s perfume she left the doors to her bedroom and the bathroom open so that the music was still audible and turned the shower on. Hot water cascaded over her sending a wave of goosebumps racing across her body as if she were being caressed by invisible hands, the sensation was exquisite and she closed her eyes, savouring the feeling for the fleeting moment that it lasted.
He lay very still on the sofa. Last night had been one of heavy drinking and he’d resisted all earlier attempts at being woken. He was supposed to be at football practice but there was no way he was going to go today so he’d feigned sleep and made his friend go on his own which was no doubt the reason he had slammed the door so hard as he left. He’d thought that meant he had the place to himself for a few hours and planned to simply let himself out later. That had changed when he’d heard her cries of pleasure a few moments ago and remembered that his best friend shared a flat with his sister, someone he’d noticed several times and whom he had enjoyed flirting with in the past. Feeling like an interloper he tried to ignore the voyeuristic pleasure of hearing her climax and listened carefully, convinced that she couldn’t be alone and waited for a suitable moment to either announce his presence or make his escape and spare the blushes of the couple that were clearly having fun in the next room. He dressed silently, pulling on his jeans and shirt quickly so as to be ready to make his exit. He was about to move when loud music filled the air followed by the sound of someone moving from the bedroom towards the bathroom. This brought home to him the layout of the flat and he realised he had to pass both rooms to leave. The sound of running water was just audible over the music and he decided that was his cue. Leaving his shoes off so that he could walk silently he made his way to the door but couldn’t resist peeking into the bedroom as he passed. He was sure he had only heard one person enter the bathroom so had expected to see someone, but the room and the unmade bed were clearly empty.
Thoughts whirled through his mind, if there was only one person, then it had to be her and if she was in the shower then he definitely wanted a look. As the sister of a friend she had always been off limits but he’d long held a secret desire to see her naked and he could always pretend to still be drunk from last night if necessary, this was too good an opportunity to miss.
Steeling himself, he put down his shoes and walked quietly into the bathroom. As he rounded the corner he saw her in the shower. She had her back to him and he stood stock still, soaking in the view. She looked even better in the flesh than his imagination had suggested and he felt instantly aroused. He was aware of a growing pressure in his jeans and he knew he should leave but he was rooted to the spot, unable to turn away from the deliciously illicit sight before him.
The hot water was intoxicating and combined with the aftermath of her orgasm she felt completely relaxed. A broad smile covered her face as she stood enjoying the hot stream of water cascade over her while she replayed the dream in her mind. She slowly turned, letting the water flow over her back and froze as she saw him standing there. It took a moment before she was sure whether he was really there or just a figment of her imagination. Emboldened by the dream and her still aroused state she smiled at him.
“Don’t just stand there” She said “Get over here and join me”
THE END