Karen, Greg and Kate's 24 hour threesome

Since the end of their Christmas break, Karen & Greg have been busy with their studies and I’ve been too busy to write about them. But a number of you wanted them to have the threesome Karen’s been dreaming of. It’s not entirely in the character so it’s taken Karen a while to work up to it, but here it is.

I’ve referenced a few earlier chapters, but this story is self-contained. Still, it you want to go back and read the earlier chapters I’ve listed them at the end of this story.

I think the introduction has its own share of titillation, but if you’re just in a hurry to get down to the full on sex, it starts about a third of the way through

Karen, Greg & Kate’s 24 hour Threesome

When Kate’s note on her reaction to my book of stories about the summer holidays arrived I shot her back an email thanking her for trusting me by being so open with me.

But of course there’d been another sentence in her letter that had sparked an interest in me. So at the end of my email I’d added….

“Have you ever done a threesome in the past?

Love Karen”

 

The same day Kate had come back….

“On the threesome, in any proper sense (so other than those I talked about in my letter), nope.

Not interested normally.

I want a guy to be focused on me alone so not interested in joining another girl.

If I thought two guys would just worship me and pleasure me, then two together might be fun. But I doubt that’s how it works. I think it’s more like a team bonding thing for guys – with the girl just an object the guys bond and high five over.

I saw what happened to Zoe and I’m not the slightest bit interested in that.

Why? Are you thinking about it?

Have you discussed it with Greg?

Remember nothing you might regret

Love Kate”

 

I knew I should leave the topic at that, but I couldn’t. As soon as I saw her note I responded….

 

“Maybe

No, not yet.

Why might one with Greg and me be different?

Love Karen”

 

I hovered constantly over my email computer waiting for her reply. It didn’t come in until the next morning

 

“Maybe you should raise it with Greg before going too far; he might just have a say in the matter!!!.

You are a deep and mysterious one aren’t you? Who would have thought it of quiet conservative Karen?

The difference is the people involved. It’s not just about the sex; it’s about human interaction and being a little bit naughty in the process. After all when you’re as close to each other as you, Greg and I are there’s a natural sexual curiosity; even just a desire to be physically close.

I loved dancing naked with Greg not because it was a substitute for having sex with him but because of the intensity of the human experience and frankly it was the same when I hugged you and gave you a goodnight kiss. It doesn’t mean I want to rub my clit against yours, just that such intimate contact is something special; something our bound up society normally denies us.

Maybe it’s the unresolved sexual tension too; but it’s a lot more than that.

Still all that is easy for me to say – while I have two very valued friendships at stake I’m not going to be lying there wondering what this girl’s doing to my boyfriend, so I’m definitely not trying to talk you into it – just answering your questions.

But I do greatly value the friendships, so I have to stress, nothing that would affect that in any way

Love Kate”

 

Greg had also got to read the book.

Since he’d been there the book didn’t contain too many surprises for him, even if he was a bit surprised by the detail I gone in to. He did wonder whether I really intended to try and publish it, but in a way I’d already anticipated Kate’s comment about my parents recognising who the author was and that might be just a tad too much information for parents to know about their daughter.

It really was only ever intended as a diary; probably something even Kate and Greg shouldn’t have got to read.

He expressed surprise that I’d described the attractiveness of women in such detail; especially Kate and Jill. He even teased me that maybe I had slightly bi inclinations. But as I explained to him, if you’re writing for a male audience, you have to realise they’re visual and you need to paint a picture they find compelling.

Anyhow I was able to challenge him as to whether he thought I’d exaggerated Kate’s beauty (a trap for him if ever there was one; although one he handled well enough by telling me that while Kate was beautiful in a classical or male fantasy sort of way, my beauty to much more to his taste).

The only bit he’d really not known about was my continuing fascination with a threesome. In a way one of my motivations for giving him the book to read was the possibility he might have wanted to talk about it but it was something he ignored. That’s probably because in writing about it I’d always dismissed it as a mere fantasy; never to be acted on.

Still after the multiple orgasms I’d had in the car on the morning of Zoe’s party just contemplating the situation we were in you think he might have said something.

After Kate’s letter had come in and my email exchanges with her I let him read the letter too; without adding the emails.

The sentence that caught Greg’s attention was different from the one I’d really wanted to discuss with him.

For Greg the key sentence was Kate’s revelation of why she had given him a bad time on their date night all those years ago. The expression “panic” was catheteric to him. Greg’s not one to hold grudges but there had been a stone in the shoe of his friendship with Kate all these years; how she could have done that to a friend like him.

Going home after the ball that night Greg had tried to express his disappointment with Kate spending the whole night engrossed in conversation with the boyfriend of another friend of Greg’s, but Kate had brushed the issue off. He was told she had just found him fascinating. Since Greg had always found this guy a boor and not a very attractive one at that, it didn’t make sense to him.

So he’d buried the issue and just gone back to being friends with Kate; their friendship over time going from strength to strength. But still, that night had always rankled with him. He’d come to understand Kate’s difficulties with relationships, but that approach to brushing him off was imponderable to him.

The word panic had explained it all. It said to him that Kate had valued their friendship enough even at that tender age to be concerned about compromising it. Greg could understand how a sense of panic could produce unintended hurt.

I’d always been just a little bit worried about digging too deeply into that night. As I’d said before, originally my greatest fear was that whatever happened was just a misunderstanding and the thing that had kept Greg and Kate apart as lovers would suddenly be brushed aside and I’d actually be in competition with her. As my relationship with Greg grew, that worry disappeared. I knew Greg was mine regardless of what was discovered about the history of that night.

Kate’s letter produced the best of all outcomes; for me and Greg at least. Greg could understand her actions while even Kate was self-aware enough that she had recognised the danger of a deeper relationship with Greg and had reaffirmed by her own words Greg’s concern about getting mixed up in her love life. For Kate it was a little sadder because it was a confirmation of the difficult road she had ahead of her in finding the love life she both craved and was scared of.

Still, there were a couple of other sentences in the letter that were important to a discussion I wanted to have with Greg and if I didn’t take my chance now while the letter was in front of him, that chance might slip.

“How would you have reacted to Kate’s friends with benefits offer if she’d made it?”

Greg’s not stupid. He knows when I’m asking a loaded question. He may not have known where the question was going or even what the safe answer was, but he probably sensed it was better to answer it properly instead of just fobbing me off. “That might have depended on how she asked it. You heard how I responded when she said I could have had her body if I wanted it”

“That you wouldn’t have risked the friendship just to have sex with her… but wasn’t that because you wouldn’t have known whether you could keep the emotional side out of it? What if he’d said ‘Greg you’re a great friend and I hear you might not be very experienced with girls. Would you let me give you an introduction to how it’s done and how to make a girl happy, just as a favour to you as my friend?’”

“Hey, I’m just a poor innocent sex focused guy. If she’d put it like that I’d almost certainly had gone along with it”

“Did you find it sexually frustrating being so close to such a gorgeous semi naked girl all the time and not feeling you could be physical with her?”

“Of course I did. I was still a virgin so I didn’t have any other female outlet for my frustration”

“Did you think of Kate when you were wanking?”

“This is getting really awkward. I think I’ve just been backed into a corner where not only do I have to admit that I wanked myself before I met you but that I used another girl who’s now each of our best friend as inspiration. But since you asked – yes - in my mind I’ve made love to Kate more often than I could count. Why are you asking me this?”

“Since girls assume all guys wank when they’re not getting sex that’s no admission at all. Did you just think about her body or did you actually imagine having sex with her?”

Greg was starting to blush. “I got the best results when I thought about having sex with her.”

“Did you enjoy dancing naked with her at Zoe’s party?”

“Of course I did. That’s not something you get to do with a girl who’s not your girlfriend every day”

“More so with Kate than the other girls?”

“This seems like a really dangerous conversation for me to be in. After reading your book I should try and freak you out by saying it was actually Jill I really enjoyed dancing with. But to be honest it was special being so up close and personal with a friend like Kate and even being allowed to be aroused by it.”

“Did you ever get aroused just being near Kate when you were at the beach?”

“I’m starting to feel like I’m a spy under interrogation. You’re not going to tie me down and start beating me up like a scene out of James Bond are you? As you know, that’s the trouble with being a guy. Sure, my penis wanted to react to her, but my brain kept saying everyone’s going to laugh at you if you get a boner. That tends to be a bit inhibiting, although I could never entirely stop it. Why are you asking me this?”

“If I tie you down I won’t be beating you up; I can think of much better things to do with you than that.” I knew his question offered me my best chance of raising the topic I really wanted to talk to him about. I paused a moment before finishing; building courage … “I was wondering what you’d think about having a threesome with her”

For a minute I think Greg was stunned into silence.

He started speaking carefully and hesitantly.

“Do you want me to answer the question properly or are you just joking?”

“Yes I want a considered answer”

He hesitated again

“I’d noticed your fascination with that in the book; it was really hot to read. I think I have to start by saying I love our sex life, I don’t fantasise about having sex with any other girls and you’re the only one who really turns me on.

I once told you I couldn’t imagine ever having a threesome because I’d be frightened I’d get wrong the responsibility of making them both feel involved and special and in any case I couldn’t imagine a pair of girls just getting off over my body.

Now I have you, I’d add to that a mortifying fear that, even though you said you wanted it, you’d be angry and hurt with me later.

That said, given our mutual friendships, if there was any girl who I might be able to see a threesome working with, I suppose it’s Kate.

So if you really, really wanted to, I’d be willing, but you need to be absolutely sure it’s what you want for you. Don’t do it for any other reason; least of all because you think you’re doing a favour for Kate or me; I’ve certainly never fantasied about such a thing. And you would have to be in control. You have to set the rules and you have to tell me what to do as we go along.

But don’t rush an answer to whether you want it. Think about it. You have to reassure me it’s what you want, that you won’t feel bad afterwards and it won’t affect your comfort with either of our friendships with Kate. Even then there’s a chance that in worrying about things having a negative outcome I’d be left in a state where I couldn’t perform.”

I love Greg for the fact that he could talk to me so openly; that he’d dealt with a really sensitive topic without fobbing me off and left me feeling I really knew where he stood on the question. I leaned in towards him, whispered to him that I loved him for being so open and understanding with me and gave him a deep kiss.

But he was right. This was a serious decision. I knew the safe approach was just to set aside my whole obsession with it and forget it. After all both Kate and Greg had left that path open to me; had almost encouraged that outcome.

I tried. I almost put it out of my mind; almost forgot the whole thing. Of course ‘almost’ where thoughts are concerned is not always enough. Sometimes when making love with Greg the mental picture would pop into my head; sometimes more randomly – even in the middle of a lecture.

The deciding event was another orgasmic dream. I don’t know why I’m vulnerable to them. As far as I know most girls never have one. Since the end of the holidays and the reduction in our sex life I’d had one based on a dream about more conventional sex after circumstances had left Greg and me sexless for a few days.

This one was different. Greg was in the bed with me in my family house; we’d snuck a quiet quickie before going to sleep so I wasn’t entirely deprived.

The dream started out conventionally as I’m making out with Greg. Then without explanation the perspective changed. I dreamt I was standing off the bed at Greg’s feet watching him thrusting away at a girl he was on top of, fascinated by being able to watch his fantastic arse in action like that. Between his widely spread legs I could see his balls and the base of his shaft thrusting in and out of the girl’s vagina; long thrusts that nearly pulled all the way out of her and gave me a momentary view of her open tunnel. Her hands were around his back, stroking up and down.

I looked up at their heads and Kate beamed a smile back at me, pleasure written all over her face. Her looked changed; the smile suddenly replaced by a look of intense concentration before her eyes closed and she broke into this most beautiful O face as the sexy ohh’s that I knew accompanied her orgasms rang through my ears. Greg’s thrusting intensified. My dream wasn’t conveying any sounds he was making but his actions indicated his own climax was near.

Suddenly I knew it had arrived; fast regular thrusts being replaced by massive spaced pounding movements. I looked down between his legs and cum was squirting out of Kate’s body with every thrust by Greg; impossibly massive flooding quantities of cum being shot out like you’d expect from a high pressure hydraulic piston that suddenly broke a seal.

Next moment I’m awake, gasping out the contractions of a prolonged pleasurable orgasm.

I’d woken Greg too. He whispered “you didn’t just have another wet dream did you?”

I couldn’t answer for a minute as I recovered my composure. “Yes”

“What were you dreaming about this time?”

“Same as last time”

He didn’t know about the one I’d had when he wasn’t there. All he knew about was the one during our holidays; the one the book had told him was a dream about a threesome with Kate.

He sniggered. “You have got it bad haven’t you?”

I rolled towards him and embraced him. “What I’ve got bad is a need for you” Since he was already displaying a night erection, that was all the foreplay we needed for another quickie; which at least put him back to sleep without too many more questions. I just hoped my family didn’t hear me.

But he was right. I did have it bad.

Increasingly I stared asking myself the questions both Kate and Greg had raised. Did I really want this? How would I feel afterwards? Would I have any more reservations about the interaction of Greg and Kate as friends than I had now? Did I really want to see Greg making out with Kate? What made it such a sexual turn on for me?

In a different category were questions like, how would it work? How do you actually do a threesome; especially since seeing Greg penetrate Kate seemed to be such an important part of it for me?

I played with the first group of questions in my head as much as I could; imagining what it would be like afterwards. After the morning of Zoe’s party I’d told myself I didn’t want to share Greg; I wanted him all to myself. If that was true, how could I even contemplate a threesome?

Trouble is, I wasn’t sure it was true. I’m not sure I believed it then and was even less sure now. Don’t get me wrong, on a romantic love basis I wanted Greg to be interested in just me. I think that’s always a girl’s greatest concern; that as a woman a man’s relationship focus is on her and her alone; that another woman’s not going to steal him away. And even having acknowledged that, he certainly wasn’t able to just go out and fool around. I couldn’t contemplate an open relationship or Greg being unfaithful.

But at Zoe’s party I had actually enjoyed watching him dance naked in Kate’s arms even though I knew where their bodies joined his boner was pressing into her stomach and very likely weeping pre-cum over her and her engorged nipples were jiggling about on his chest with the movement of the dance. Yes, it was a sexual turn on for me, but it was deeper than that. There was a pride in my relationship with him; it was my man dancing with this stunning beauty, entertaining her with his company and yet it was me he wanted to come back to. To that extent I actually felt comfortable sharing him.

Only Jill had been a threat because – frankly – she seemed too close to me in her appearance and some aspects of her personality; her sexual promiscuity notwithstanding. Jill threatened the very source of my comfort with other girls by seeming to be a potential substitute for me.

I liked the way Kate had described Greg and myself as both being “pristine” when we met; by which she meant we were both virgins. I was fairly sure Greg and I were going to be spending our lives together, so by the act I was contemplating I was changing Greg from being a man who had only ever known me as a lover to one who’d had at least one other sexual encounter. He’d no longer be pristine from my point of view. Was that good, bad or irrelevant?

Certainly the fact we’d not had to worry about STI’s had been a boon. But actually I think the thought of Greg spending his whole life with me never having known another lover was actually more a negative than a positive. I wasn’t entirely sure that was natural for a guy and I think I preferred that be something that be got out of the way now under my supervision rather than come back to haunt me later.

Nor was the emotional connection between each of Kate, Greg and myself a threat. Kate was another girl Greg loved, even if – being a guy - he had never used the word. She certainly had expressed it towards him quite openly. It was a love that had existed for nearly a decade, so I was in a way already sharing him with another woman. But it was a love between friends with each of them having drawn a thick black line being a boundary across which their emotional attachment could not cross. Since I had been admitted into that circle of love after meeting Greg I’d come to know the pleasure of giving and receiving that sort of love too.

It was a type of love I didn’t really know existed; couldn’t even have imagined until I’d come to know it with Kate.

As I test I tried to deal with the issue that, if presently Greg had reason to visit Canberra without me, I’d be completely relaxed about him staying at Kate’s place. Would that change? I played with that question again and again in my head; picturing her greeting him with her usual hug and kiss, mentally rehearsing all the intimacies that staying with someone of the opposite sex even in innocent circumstances can involve. I didn’t think so.

There just seemed to be something natural about it all and even though it had to be a one off and clearly couldn’t result in existing sexual limitations between Kate and Greg – such as they were - being eroded, I just trusted them and couldn’t picture that changing if the rules were clear enough.

Yes, my original dream had created a sort of annoyance at Greg (for something he had done in my dream no less) but our relationship – or really my confidence within it - had strengthened since then as had my closeness to Kate. I couldn’t find any residue of the insecurity that generated that annoyance still in me.

As to how you do it, that at least was something you could google; although the range of answers tends to leave you bewildered. More usefully I remembered that Cleo had done something on it a few years ago and searched through the back issues I had stored away until I found it.

But really the main point seemed to be that someone had to be in control; effectively instructing the other players. In a way both Greg and Kate had intuitively known that, even if they hadn’t used those exact words. It was also clear that person had to be me. No one else would make Greg or Kate comfortable about the situation.

Mind you Cleo did also suggest a mere acquaintance was better than a stranger or a close friend. Once again I had to wonder if I was doing the right thing, but how could they understand the complexity of our mutual friendship and the history of our relationships.

Easter was coming, Kate’s relationship with Wayne was long over and she and I were planning for her to stay at my house at a time the rest of my family would be away. It seemed like a time to make it happen.

I sat down and started to write out the rules I thought should apply.

• Clearly Greg had to wear a condom when he penetrated her
• I wasn’t comfortable with Greg giving her oral. That seemed to be too intimate and too difficult to have a barrier in place for.
• If she wanted she could give him oral; but that was up to her.
• Greg and I don’t do anal of any kind and I didn’t want to go down that path
• Rightly or wrongly, I was comfortable about intimate kissing; sexual health issues notwithstanding. After all, her greeting kisses with Greg were already fairly intimate
• I’d feel comfortable sexually touching her anywhere and being touched by her, but not giving her oral or with any genital to genital contact. If she wanted to give me oral that again would be up to her but not expected
• If she was coming for a couple of days I think it was something we needed to get out of the way on the first day and then go back to a more normal relationship for the rest of the time. Once we got up the next morning it was over.

I stared at them and wondered if I’d covered everything and drawn the right lines. I knew that in theory the kissing exposed us to cold sores, hepatitis and glandular fever and yet it just seemed integral to any passion. After all I’d kissed a number of guys in my life without even thinking about it. You could say that just was part of the risk of being young these days and yet cold sores were permanent afflictions and hepatitis was no trivial matter. Plus I suspected there was some risk of some things like chlamydia being communicated back to Greg if she gave him oral but wasn’t sure

I sent them to Kate with my concerns, asking for her comments. Her answer was classical direct Kate

“So you’re still thinking of going ahead with it are you?

When you’re dealing with a slut like me you can’t be too careful about health issues. But I do have some good news for you. Because of my slutty behaviour I’ve always been really careful. Condoms for everything; including oral. Thank goodness for flavoured condoms!

The guys hated it – especially for oral - it but if they wanted me that’s the price they paid. Mind you I was never that keen on giving oral so it was always going to be their problem if they objected. I don’t think there’s anything I can pass back to Greg by giving him oral and might exempt him from the rule for oral if that’s OK with you since I know his and your history, but still think a condom’s wise for anything more intimate.

 I’ve always been sensitive to any suspect symptoms and had them checked out – nothing so far.

Never had any symptoms of herpes cold sores. I don’t think hep is easily passed by kissing. Still, because of a few overseas trips I’m as inoculated for hep as you can be; although some types they don’t have an inoculation for.

Wayne was my steady partner for most of the time since February and I’m embarrassed to say it’s been a drought since I broke up with him. Doing med just hasn’t left time for me to go out and get myself laid, plus I’ve been feeling too sorry for myself to want to do so.

On the glandular fever side all I can say is nothing so far and no opportunities since I broke up with Wayne to get it

As for the rules – quite happy with them; I might even be looking forward to feeling you up a bit!

Never done anal and no desire to. I never really understood some guys’ obsession with it; nature provided a perfectly good orifice for that sort of stuff. Always thought those wanting it might even be closet gays, but maybe just showing my narrow mindedness. Either way it just showed they’d been watching too much porn and they were quickly shown the door if they didn’t drop the idea quick smart.

Don’t forget nothing that will have any impact on our friendships. And you’re in charge.

Can’t wait to see you both at Easter whatever the outcome

Love Kate”

 

I showed them to Greg and he indicated he was willing to go along as long as I was entirely happy and kept things under a control I was relaxed about. He stressed that at the first sign I was becoming uncomfortable the whole thing should be brought to an end.

And so before I knew it all the arrangements for what was probably the most outrageous thing I would do in my whole life started to fall into place.

Easter couldn’t come quickly enough for me; praying for good weather and the pool solar heating being able to keep the pool at a nice temperature for that time.

 

The night before Kate arrived I seduced Greg for a quickie; just to help him last as long as possible for our games.

Then once my family had left in the morning, we thought we’d better do some tidying up before Kate arrived; although I also made sure the spa heater was on and set for a moderate temperature.

Greg had sort of taken on the role of keeping the pool and its surrounds clean as something he did to thank my parents for being allowed to stay so often. Since the pool area was overshadowed by trees which not only dropped leaves everywhere, but also caused mould to grow on some of the deck area which needed to be pressure cleaned off, it was no small job. Just as a matter of habit it was something he tended to undress down to a pair of speedos to do.

Many a day I’d sat on the sun lounge watching him go about this task, having my own pool boy fantasy but prevented from acting on them by other members of my family being around the house.

On this particular morning he’d donned the pair of swimmers I’d given him with the lining cut out; probably because his girlfriend was in the habit of restacking his underwear draw so they were the ones on top. By this stage Greg understood me well enough to just go along with these not so subtle hints to satisfy my peculiarities.

As I did the washing up in the kitchen sink I’d been lusting after him, stopping my work and just growing more and more aroused as I watched out of the window; but there wasn’t time to follow up.

Mind you, he’d had his own bit of a thrill too.

My choice of clothing for the day had been a nice Roxy beach halter dress. It was one of Greg’s favourites; probably because the top part of it was nothing more than a couple of small triangles that sat over the breasts showing a lot of cleavage and breast flesh and were held up by plaited neck ties, while the rest of the dress had a loose fitted shape ending with a lower hem that was only a barely modest distance below my crutch.

The day was warm enough, the work dirty enough and the dress easy enough to hole if you snagged it that I’d slipped it off and had been going about my chores just in my G string. Actually it wasn’t unusual for me to partially undress while I did house work, although when my family was about I usually changed into a bikini for the purpose. This morning with no-one else home I’d just got lazy about it.

Anyway, I’d been vacuuming with my MP3 player going and earphones on when I’d bent down to crawl under a chair to fish something out from under it. As I wormed my way back out I caught sight of a familiar pair of feet loitering in the doorway.

Sure enough I look up and there’s Greg resting against the door jamb, arms folded and ¾ of a boner showing in his swimmers.

“How long have you been there?”

“About 10 minutes. By the way, nice dancing”

I blushed. I’d been dancing to the music as I’d been vacuuming, actually enjoying the feel of my breasts free and swaying to the rhythm of the music as I did so. That combined with the arse view he’d got as I bent down to crawl under the chair would certainly explain the boner.

“I suppose that’s some sort of male fantasy; a housemaid prancing around in a G string?”

“Not really; most girls don’t look as good as you in one”

“How many have you seen in a G string?”

“Quite a few at the beach”

“What makes some better than others?”

“I donno; they’ve got to have really good skin and an arse where their bum cheeks are more long and slim than short and wide”

“You mean not fat?”

“No; within reason it’s not a difference between skinny and fat. It’s actually a question of its shape; even skinny girl can have the wrong shape and fatter girls a good one; although orange peel’s never nice”

I’ve always found Greg’s razor honed comments about the female body fascinating; even if I do think he must have spent too much time studying them. They’re never bitchy or intended to be offensive, just matter of fact and usually hit the spot in describing something you’ve not quite been able to put your finger on.

Truth is I’d very rarely found g stings attractive on girls when I’d seen them at the beach – which in Australia isn’t the norm. For that reason they weren’t what I usually went for as undies unless I had clothing that demanded them or – with the single example of today, I knew I was in completion with someone who would almost certainly be wearing one and from the glimpses I got, would look great in them.

Still I was quite chuffed he’d said I looked good in them. I don’t know why I felt compelled to ask the next question.

“Does Kate look good in a G string?”

“I think it’ time to change the topic, but yes”

“Good. Aren’t you meant to be cleaning the pool? Are you finished?”

“Yes then no. I just came in for a drink”

I put on my imitation firm voice; “Well I think you’d better get out there and finish your job and leave me to my vacuuming”

“And dancing?”

“If I want”

“Damm”

And with that he left me to my work; although truth be known I quite liked the idea of him surreptitiously admiring me like that.

Kate arrived an hour before we expected her, so as we heard her car pull into the drive we were still chooking about cleaning the house in our partially naked states. Because it was handy I had time to slip my dress back on, but Greg was caught in his speedos.

As I watched her get out of her car dressed in a tiny blue mini dress I felt a real joy to see her in person again. I had been missing my friendship with her.

Like a pair of school girls, we ran squealing towards each other and threw ourselves into a hug; one which was instinctively more a prolonged full body embrace than the sort of cursory hug you normally give friends. When she’d finished with me she moved onto Greg, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek; the hug being long enough and intimate enough that, given his state of undress, it could be seen to have a pronounced physical effect on him.

It was a long drive she’d just had. After showing Kate to her room and putting her bag there we led her out to the pool area for a late brunch. I’d already set out three closely spaced sun lounges there for this purpose; Greg lying back on the centre one while Kate and I sat facing inwards on the two outside ones so we could all be part of the conversation.

For an hour we enjoyed our refreshments and had a good catch up chat about what had been happening in our lives as the three of us sat side by side. We got the full story about her short relationship with Wayne and the way in the end Kate just hadn’t felt comfortable letting it go further.

 

None of us had talked about how this would start. It’s quite possible both Greg and Kate thought it might be an evening activity. I had other ideas

When the conversation at last faltered, I leaned over to Greg, wrapped my hand around his package and spoke into his ear just loudly enough for Kate to hear “start feeling up Kate”; looking up and giving Kate a wink as I finished

One part of Greg reacted immediately. I had noticed it had been a little bit firmer than completely flaccid almost from the moment Kate had arrived. Under my palm his shaft instantly started to expand, quickly growing itself out to its full length, stretching the material of his swimmers as it appeared from under my palm; the unlined material showing every detail of its shape.

His other reaction was less certain. He hesitated a minute and then looked towards me as he lifted the arm closest to Kate over and he placed his hand on Kate’s upper thigh, just a little under where the hem of her dress sat. I could see he was nervous about how to handle this, so I kissed him and told him to turn around and kiss Kate too.

Kate had realised the game had started, so as Greg turned towards her, she bent in and met his face with hers, bringing her further hand over to wrap around that portion of his shaft that stood proud of my hand while using her other hand to cup the side of his head. When their lips first met, they played with each other; multiple lips kisses, even a bit of lip biting. Then their tongues were visible, tasting the other, flicking between the other’s lips. Finally their faces joined and they engaged in a lengthy French kiss, as Kate eased his head back onto the lounge.

So now Greg was lying back on the lounge, a girl leaning over from either side of him, taking turns whereby one penetrated his mouth with their tongue while the other nuzzled and kissed the side of his face, while together their hands encased the full length of his extraordinarily hard shaft; a shaft that had started to pulse with excitement.

Kate and I started to pleasure his shaft in time, our two hands acting as a single tube as we moved gently up and down his erection still encased in his swimmers.

As Kate had moved herself towards him, Greg’s hand had slid naturally deeper under her dress coming up against her crutch. I watched as his fingers curled inwards, and started to glide softly around the outside of her crutch, playing with her. At the same time his other hand moved into my crutch, doing the same thing.

By now Kate and I were mirroring each other; our shoulders touching one either side of Greg, a knee up on his lounge and our other foot on the ground, one hand around his shaft and our other supporting ourselves as we kissed him and fondled his neck, smothering his head in the process. Unable to do anything other than duplicate the movements of his hands, he fondled our crutches, firstly outside our undies but then moving his hand down the front of them and alternately playing with our clits or exploring our tunnels. I don’t know about Kate but my crutch was already completely responsive to his touch; wet, engorged and open.

As needy and randy as I was feeling, I didn’t want things to move along too quickly. This is something I wanted to savour.

It was uncomfortable positioned as we were. As much as I might have liked to continue by the pool, I decided a large bed would be a better venue. Keeping hold of Greg’s shaft, I stood up, using my other hand to remove his hand from my crutch and start to pull him into an upright position. Kate sensed what was happening and duplicated my action.

And so Greg ended up being led into the bedroom by two girls each with a hand wrapped around his penis.

When we got there I released my grip on Greg and told him to take Kate’s dress off.

As Greg lifted Kate’s dress over her head my first reaction was ‘OMG, I’m out of my league here’. To steal one of Greg’s sayings, Kate looked cock burstingly stunning in her undies. OK, her body was a pretty good starting point, but what the undies did with her body took it to a whole different level.

Top and bottom were matched in a hot pink colour and made of body contoured silk or satin without any lace. The bottom was a g string nicely proportioned to her body. But it was the bra and its contents that took your breath away.

What had merely been suggested under her dress was now revealed as fact. Somehow with a minimal amount of material they’d managed to construct a bra that not only supported her ample breasts, but cocked them out perpendicular to her body and made them look even more enormous in the process. To cap it all, the top surface of the bra was heavily cut away so that you could almost see her nipples just starting to emerge over the top.

They might not have been very comfortable for all day wear, but I found myself adding something similar to my future purchase list; even if I was never going to be able to fill them out as well. There flashed into my brain that old saying; “never bring a knife to a gun fight”. This wasn’t a fight, but I certainly felt outgunned.

Unwilling to leave her advantaged like that and to start really breaking down the barriers I told Greg to slowly, sensuously finish undressing her; pleasuring her as he did. He complied. After he first held a hand under her right breast and kissed the top surfaces of both of them, they embraced each other in a full body contact hug and French kissed. With his arms and around her, Greg’s hands fiddled with the back clasp to undo her bra, then after sliding it off her he bent down and kissed all around her breasts while a hand slid between her legs; feeling up her crutch.

At first Greg circled her nipples with his lips, not making immediate contact with them; but after teasing her for a little, he planted a kiss directly on one, then took it between his lips and played his tongue over it. Kate had her hands on his head and as the first wave of pleasure from him teasing up her nipples washed over her, she looked upwards and let out a gentle moan.

Encouraged, he pushed his fingers down the waist band of her panties and from around the side of his body I watched as they explored her crutch, first obviously touching up her labia before playing against her clit and then I could see at least one finger penetrate into her body.

All this time I had been bent down against his back, kissing everywhere from his shoulder blades to the cheeks of his butt while an arm circled his body from each side and my hands circled his shaft.

Having teased her up and given her an initial taste of pleasure, Greg completed her undressing by using the hand in her panties to pull it down her legs and as she lifted each foot to his signal, entirely off her body; giving her a final little kiss on her mons as he completed the job.

Kate now stood naked.

I whispered in Greg’s ear it was my turn, so he turned around and repeated the sequence on me; spending longer kissing me and holding me more tightly than Kate, but being able to skip the removal of the bra since I wasn’t wearing one.

I did however notice Greg was consistently using a different hand for each of our crutches.

Kate mustn’t have noticed I’d been feeling Greg up while he’d undressed her because, while she duplicated my other movements when the positions were reversed, his shaft was pushed firmly against my stomach as we embraced.

When I too was naked I told Greg, in a voice loud enough for Kate to hear, that she was now going to undress him; so as Greg and I continued to kiss and peck at each other’s faces, Kate knelt down between his legs.

While still nuzzling Greg’s face I made a point of giving myself a view as Kate’s fingers slid down between Greg’s swimmer encased erection and his stomach, looking to work their way under the waist band and find the draw string holding it tight. Succeeding, she lifted the waist band up over the top of his shaft and exposed him; giving the knob a kiss.

Then she kissed down the length of his shaft as her hands reached down to drop his swimmers off his feet. With all the time they’d spent at the beach together it occurred to me she had probably been wanting to do that for many years.

As she stood back up I smiled at Kate and asked her “will we throw him on the bed and take him?”

And so Greg was pushed onto the bed and two women leapt onto him.

I’m not going to pretend I’m an imaginative lover at the best of times. I just tend to do what comes impulsively or down the path Greg leads me; depending on who’s taking the lead. Touch, strip, pash and fuck - or sometimes pash then strip if my swimwear fetish is running rampant - tend to be the inevitable course.

I wanted to draw out this whole experience, so I suppose you’d call what we did next some prolonged heavy three way pashing; three way only in the sense we both took turns kissing Greg as we lay on him – each of us half on one side of him and half on the bed, straddling his thigh and in my case – and probably Kate’s – my clit rubbing against it.

Of course hands and arms were everywhere and there were certainly times the back of my hand brushed against Kate’s nipples and eventually passed along the fold of her crutch; as did hers while we both took turns at playing with Greg’s erection.

Gradually I became less inhibited about touching Kate until we were each playfully if intimately stimulating the other along with Greg.

I was just becoming more and more aroused. If I didn’t move things along soon I was going to end up climaxing against Greg’s thigh or Kate’s hand.

And so with a “now master Greg for the finale; you’re not to come until Kate’s had her turn too”, I mounted him cowgirl style; Kate making just enough room for the leg on her side to slip between Greg’s and her body while still bringing her crutch back onto his thigh and her head over his chest.

In a fairly conventional way, as Kate nuzzled his chest and the side of his face, and Greg played with my nipples with his hands, I found my orgasm; at least conventional if you could call tweaking Kate’s nipples as I bounced up and down on Greg conventional. A pretty good one it was too; not the best I’ve ever had, but well up there.

Then it was Kate’s turn; starting as she sheathed his boner – now slimy with my juices - in a condom.

She too mounted him cowgirl style, going at it more vigorously than I had; her breasts breaking into the bounce that was familiar to us after watching her go at it with Wayne the morning of Zoe’s party. Greg might as well have been in heaven; immediately attracted by her breasts, he steadied one with his hand, held it to his lips and licked the nipple for a while before taking it further into his mouth. His other hand was already engaged on me, so the second breast continued its potentially injury inducing bounce.

All the while her face displayed this sense of beautiful calm and she emitted this delightful cooing “ohhing” sound that we already knew typified Kate’s love making

Me? I lay at an angle to Greg. I nuzzled his face and played with his hair while I watched proceedings. After all this is what my whole fantasy had been about; watching Greg penetrate another woman.

Once we’d settled into our positions, Greg had threaded one hand down my body and between my legs. His fingers were now covered in my juices as he alternatively played with my clit or gave me multiple finger penetrations, pulling out new floods of wetness.

I’d had two night orgasms just dreaming about this stuff, so watching Greg’s shaft thrusting in and out of Kate was acting as an enormously powerful adjunct to the effect of Greg’s fingers. I was already breathing heavily; barely able to concentrate on a task as simple as nuzzling his face.

I didn’t find it challenging or feel any jealously. There was something enormously – what’s the word – binding about it as we shared this with a special friend like Kate. But above all it was hot. Whatever Greg’s fingers were doing to me, watching was doing just as much. I knew this was going to finish in a second orgasm.

How long does a good orgasm last? Time wise, probably not as long as you think. I timed imitation ones afterwards and figured an OK one lasts less than 5 seconds, a good one would have trouble making 10. Maybe one or two I’ve had might have gone a little beyond that. And maybe there might be a few after shudders of pleasure which can seem to extend the time, but in terms of the scream inducing initial waves, that’s about all. Yes, if you can manage multiple orgasms – and I have on a number of occasions – you can go on for longer; but I’m talking here about a single event.

Which is a long way of introducing the spectacular orgasm which broke upon Kate.

At first her cooing oohs morphed into a beautiful ‘O’ face; much as you’d expect from Kate. Then suddenly she was overwhelmed by pleasure. As her orgasm started up she collapsed her hips fully down on Greg and broke out into a stream of sound that was a cross between someone hyperventilating and a machine gun like series of short sharp ooh’s, occasionally turning into aah’s. She seemed beside herself; unable to work out what to do with her hands; alternating between brushing them across her breasts, touching her clit and putting them back on Greg. All the while she bounced almost imperceptibly on Greg; not to give him pleasure but perhaps drawing out her own.

That first phase lasted maybe 25 seconds during which she was unable to focus on anything other than her orgasm; unable even to communicate. Eventually without really recovering she lifted her hips off Greg a little, propping herself on her lower legs and panted out a broken “you go”, signalling to Greg he should seek his own pleasure but she didn’t have the strength to provide it.

Greg started lifting his hips up towards her, thrusting from below.

Again I was watching his shaft move in and out of her; just barely staying inside her as he lowered himself on to the bed before pushing powerfully back into her. I could see him trying to make sure his pubis brushed firmly against her clit with every thrust.

That sight – being so aligned with my fantasy – together with his fingering my clit was more than I could stand. I went too; curling up in a ball of pleasure next to Greg, but with my head still on his chest, my face towards Kate.

The effect of Greg thrusting up into Kate was even more pronounced on her; simply starting up again the seeming endless orgasm she was experiencing. Because the intensity of her orgasm might have been mistaken for discomfort she did at least manage to stutter out a barely understandable ”keep going” which told Greg he was doing the right thing.

With the women around him in the throes of orgasm Greg wasn’t likely to last long and he didn’t..

I felt Greg’s body stiffen under me and his head dropped back onto the pillow.

Kate must have felt it too because I saw her manage to lift herself up a smidgen higher to give Greg more freedom of movement. As Greg came I watched as Greg rammed his hips up against Kate’s, watched as he drove his shaft into her; seeing it disappear inside her body; imagining his ejaculate gushing out trying to fill her cavity.

Momentarily poised with his hips lifted off the ground, he twisted them within the limit of the movement permitted by Kate’s thighs, literally screwing himself into her while rubbing his pubis firmly against her clit as he did.

Then three times in quick succession he dropped his hips and rammed himself back into her again all the while groaning loudly.

Kate screamed; a scream of an ultimate final pleasure. Then she folded up and collapsed over us; her head resting on my shoulder steaming it up with her heavy hot breathing while a breast drooped across my face.

For a moment no one could move; if only because Kate had us all pinned down. She tried to get up once, but just couldn’t. After another moment she tried again; lifting her hips up to let Greg fall out of her. But as she went to actually get right off Greg all she could do was fall onto her side on the bed; part panting out a recovery from whatever she’d just been through, part dissolving into a fit of giggles; either way still unable to talk.

Finally she could get out a full sentence… “Oh wow, that was fantastic but another one like that and I’ll be dead!”

Now we all descended into giggles.

I already had my head on Greg’s chest. Somehow Greg coaxed Kate to move enough to also bring her head up to cuddle up to his chest and so for a while the three of us just lay there; each of the girls with one of Greg’s arms around them.

Kate’s face was only inches from mine and we looked at each other. She beamed a smile at me which I instinctively returned. I felt closer to her than ever. I felt no jealously, no regrets; only a love for the two people cuddled up with me like this – for Greg the love between lovers, for Kate that between two close friends. I don’t think any of us were in a hurry to move.

What finally made me break the circle was the first sign of life starting to return to Greg’s cock. It had been lying there looking ridiculous as cocks do when they’ve shrunk within a now used condom with the puddle of cum evident inside. Then it started to grow again. I can’t say I blamed him; I too was finding this all quite arousing. But if we were going to continue this, I didn’t want it to be here. I wanted to reset the scene.

I got up and pulled Greg by the hand to encourage him to get up too. “I don’t know about you guys but that got me all hot; let’s go out and have a drink by the pool and maybe a swim. Get ready and I’ll bring some drinks out to us.”

Without further ado, without waiting for Kate to ask whether we needed swimmers, I pulled a bikini out of my drawer and started donning it before heading off to round up some drinks. Greg meanwhile slid into the bathroom to deal with his situation before coming back out to put on the pair of swimmers Kate had pulled off him.

Kate took the hint and went into her room to put on a bikini too.

I suppose we could have gone without. About half the pool was private, the other half exposed to the neighbours; although you couldn’t get to the pool without being seen, even if just a towel wrap could deal with that. But then if you’ve been reading my stories, I only have to say “swimwear fetish” and you’ll know what was happening here.

And so we reconvened back on the poolside sun lounges which were at least down the private and sunnier end.

Kids can be very naïve where their parent’s sex lives are concerned. In previous stories I’ve revealed the fact my parents still have an active sex life and that I’m pretty sure I’ve inherited my bikini fetish from my mother. While I think my relatively conservative approach to sex comes from my mother, I’m increasingly beginning to think my father’s hippie background has left some genetic imprint on my attitude to sex too; witness this weekend.

Which is a long way of saying the penny had only recently dropped for me on the real purpose of some unusual features of the design of our backyard pool; one my parents had built many years ago.

The spa is the best example. In total it measures somewhat over 2 x 3 metres. Two sides of it are conventional in having a seat that is set at a height that leaves the participant neck deep in the water. A third side has this very wide seat that only has about 100 mm of water over it. The final side always struck me as strange. It had a seat that divided the deeper water into a figure eight shape; so there was another pool of deep water beyond it that was about a body’s width wide. The seat itself was just deep enough that when you lay on it the water nearly covered your body; in my case leaving my breasts sticking out. One end rolled up, giving a sort of head rest effect, so that all but the back of your head was out of the water.

I thought both these unusual seats must have been designed to let you sit up out of the hot water to cool off; although both seemed poorly designed for the purpose.

As a kid my brothers and I would play gunfights; using the second dividing seat as a parapet behind which we sheltered and across which I’d be encouraged to have spectacular deaths, turning around and falling on my back across it.

As a teenager I discovered the dividing seat made an interesting sun lounge; letting you lie back and relax with the water lapping over your body. I thought this must have been its purpose; although thought it too narrow to be ideal - being a little narrower than my body. While I could balance on it quite comfortably, there was no-where for my arms to go to achieve full relaxation; you either had to let them float in the water out to the side or tuck them under your back to keep them under control.

Mind you, by positioning my erogenous zones, including my nipples, just on the water line and letting wavelets lap over them, I’d also been known to use this seat to arouse myself and have fantasies on; too innocent to use my fingers to complete the task.

It was only when I brought Greg home and started sharing the pool with him on the Wednesday mornings we had the house to ourselves the penny dropped on what the design was really all about. The two unusual seats were designed to have sex on while keeping out of the hot water all the, shall we call them orifices, that maybe it was better to keep the hot water out of in the interests of good health.

The narrow dividing seat was perfect for the girl to be on top cowgirl style, the deeper water beyond accommodating her leg on that side. The shallower wider seat was more for conventional missionary or side by side sex.

Even in the main pool there had always been a strange feature at the top of the steps; a long wide shelf just deep enough to lie on and have your body covered in water. Again, with a little less concern about water penetration in the cooler water of the main pool this also had turned out to be a great sex bed.

Whoever thinks their parents are so into sex they build these features into a pool they have made. It made me wonder later what they told the builders.

During winter my parents often had dinner parties which ended up with everyone sitting around the spa. I must admit as I very occasionally got a glimpse of them heading out to or coming back from the spa wrapped in a towel, I was always surprised none of the women had neck straps on their swimwear; even mum who otherwise only wears triangle bikinis. In my naivety, it never occurred to me they were all actually starkers under the towels; not that I’m suggesting they were then having some sort of orgy out there – I know mum wouldn’t go for that.

And I later came to recognise I was much more naive than my brothers in working out what was going on. Mind you since they’re more like my dad that’s not really surprising.

This was probably highlighted by one incident when I was just 16 and my older brother Steve asked if I’d like to join a mixed group of friends he had over one night for a sit in the spa. There we a pair of girls and three guys, counting Steve. I declined because, frankly, one of his friends creeped me out a bit.

Again as they both left to go out and came back in I noticed both the girls had no neck straps on their bikinis; I probably even noticed their breasts sagging and being more shapely under the wet towel. But it wasn’t until all the kids ended up sitting naked by the water’s edge last Christmas I realised they too had been bathing naked and the implicit invitation from my brother had been to join them in doing the same; leaving me wondering if he was just being friendly or pimping me for one of his friends.

As my relationship with Greg led me down all these paths I suddenly retrospectively realised there was a whole world of sexuality – not just of having sex – that had been going on around me without me even recognising it for what it was.

 

I was the first one out at the pool area. I pushed the lounges back close together before the others came out to the pool; Greg having to climb over my lounge to get to his allotted centre one. Greg and I often sat out here when we were home alone.

During the Christmas holiday we’d discovered we both quite liked being touched up to a state of very heavy sustained arousal, without that necessarily having to lead to full on sex or a climax. In short neither of us objected to what others might regard as some pretty serious sexual teasing.

This often started as we applied sun screen to each other; brushing the back of our hands against all the places likely to promote arousal in the process. Then as we sat there talking we’d often just sit with a hand in the other’s crutch; fingers playing with all the sensitive bits. Usually that would develop into more targeted stimulation, sometimes he’d slide his under the bikini for direct contact. Sometimes if we had the house to ourselves, that would be a prelude to something more; but often not. Greg understood my bikini fetish and how absolutely mind-blowingly enjoyable I found even just that degree of petting.

I’d give Greg a similar treatment in return, our arms crossing as we each lay back on the lounges feeling up the other.

As we settled on the sun lounges this time I handed Greg the sunscreen and with a wink asked him to cream me. Kate just lay there and watched as his hands were all over me; a cross between being touched up and massaged as he applied the cream. Then I asked Kate if she’d like Greg to do it for her too. She was hardly going to say no.

[Due to a cut and paste error, continued with part two]