6 Sexy Three Can Play Stories (2 page)

With little shaking movements of her wide
hips, skirt up around her slim belly and panties lazily pulled
aside, she rides my dick slow and easy to get further down. The
hole creates sloppy wet sounds as she bucks and fluids are leaking
down into my short trimmed pubic hairs.

The experience is truly something and
reminds me that I could never really fathom the mystery of this
wonderful pussy. How does she make it so tight that every single
pulse of my heart's blood through my cock seems to send little hot
shivers through the flesh inside? How did the woman create such an
inelastic abode for my cock like she has? I don't know the answers,
but it has pleased me more than enough during the years we spent on
and off together to know that some mysteries are best left enjoyed
and unsolved .

To my right Molly's face shows her gradually
increasing annoyance and jealousy. In an effort to make amends, I
snatch at her dress, growling that I want some pussy bad, and
manage to cool things down by slipping off her long white pleated
dress and pulling off the even whiter panties she is wearing
underneath, a noticeable wet spot between her legs, so that I can
bring her shaven beauty up and over my face, legs straddled and
wide to either side of the pillow I'm lying on, and bury my mouth
in her softness.

I revel in the flavor of my woman. She is
musty in scent but sweet in taste. There's always the deepest sense
of clean to her and the woman's clit is large enough by proportion
to her thin pussy lips to be about as easy to hit with my tongue as
a elephant with an air gun at point black range.

“Ba-bby-yy...” I groan out into her
folds.

With her lust in control now, Molly starts
rolling her hips faster and faster in long erotic circles. The
faint pressure of her butt tilting backwards and her upper body
shifting forward has me wondering what the women are up to. That is
until I hear the sound of their lips coming together in a wet and
tongue laced kiss above me.

My dick strains for greater size just
imagining the two of them like that – enjoying themselves more than
they would by kissing me and so caught in their lewd little girl
play that I have become nothing more than a tool for their pleasure
(Yet somehow the idea of being that way for them turns me on even
more.)

Time seems to stand still. It comes as a
shock to me when the two of them cum in quick succession: Only
moments after the other finished crying out so loud than the room
still echoes with her ecstasy, the other joined her.

I edge Molly off to the side and pull her
around so her legs are long and spread out towards the end of the
bed and her weight is on the pillow that I shift up under her
stomach to hit her 'spot' more firmly.

As I'm mounting her from behind, a more
looser but less painful option than the other woman, Hilary struts
around in front of us and plops down on the pillow that I was using
to support my head when Molly was on top of me. She reaches forward
and grabs Molly and – to everyone's shock I assure you – rams the
woman's face into her wet and juice stained pussy.

The woman forces my girlfriend to lick up
all of the juices from her pussy, telling her that she is such a
bad girl
at the same time, as I stare at the two of them –
the one being used clearly enjoying what she's doing – wondering if
there shouldn't be some ground rules set here. Sex tool is fine.
Boyfriend who loses his girl to another woman is not.

I slam my hips home harder and harder into
Molly like I'm trying to hammer a nail into a thick piece of wood.
As I'm doing that I watch the lewd show taking place at the
headboard. The bed is really rattling itself to death right now
with me and Hilary bucking out hips into the woman in the middle. A
hot tension is growing in my cock and know that I haven't got
long.

“Up!”

Both women have been well trained over the
years I was and have been with each of them. They spin up off the
bed and come to their knees on the carpet like expectant little
puppies waiting for a treat. I line their wide open mouths up with
bliss pouring through my veins and...

“YES!”

I splash cum down onto their gorgeous faces.
It is the biggest orgasm that I've ever had and I can only credit
it to the wonderful attentions that I have received from these two
sexy women.

Squirting the remainder down Molly's throat
and watching her swallow cheerfully, I try not to be too jealous
when they kiss passionately after, some of that juice being
transferred to the other woman's mouth after she begs for 'a
taste'.

“Well, that hit the spot,” Hilary says
finally after we've all composed ourselves.

The woman jumps onto the bed and squashes
some pillows up on Molly's side to make herself more
comfortable.

I roll my eyes and lie down. Molly squeezes
in on my other side and wraps me up in a hug as Hilary throws of
the remainder of her clothing – something that causes a lot of envy
on the other side when Molly sees how perfect the woman's tits are
– and fiddles around in her bag to pull out an expensive pack of
ladie's cigarettes.

“Smoke?”

I sigh and take one. Molly hates it when I
smoke, but after sex nothing is better.

The woman in question's hand trails out and
pops it from my mouth as soon as I have it lit up.

“What are you doing?” I ask, quite shocked
as she NEVER smokes and hates it more than anyone I know.

The woman smiles broadly at me and glances
to Hilary who is also grinning like she won the lottery.

“We all have to try new things now and
then.”

For the rest of my life, I am fairly
sure, I will never understand women. Ever.

A Twisted Jealousy

(Sexy M/F/F Husband-Wife Teasing &
Manipulation)

My eyes follow the tall, slim blond as she
casually sips her glass of wine under a nearby tree, long hair
falling over her shoulders, a picture of exotic, tempting
beauty.

"Honey, can you pass the butter?"

Harry Smith blinks, his revelry ended,
reality bursting back in. The dream world of what could have been
broken - destroyed.

"Yes, dear."

The tall, graying doctor - 40 years old this
year and happily married - passes the foodstuff to his long term
wife Laura Smith.

"Isn't it lovely outside?" she says with a
large smile. "We haven't been able to go out like this in months. I
missed you so much."

He smiles back, fantasies forgotten.

"I know. I'm so sorry that work has been so
busy."

Laura gives him an understanding look. She
always understands. Her husband is working with children after all.
It's a difficult job and takes up a lot of his time - always has
and always will.

"Don't worry. I love you so much."

Her small, familiar, comforting hand takes
his own. They stare into each other's eyes, enjoying the warmth of
the sun around them, the sounds of children that they never had
playing and of younger men and women engaged in the wonders of
courtship. It would all be perfect if the blond wasn't sitting a
short distance away looking back.

"I can't," David insists in a hushed
whisper, the halls of the hospital too full for him to speak as
loudly as he desires. "We have to stop doing this."

"Dr. Pete, is it really such a problem?
She'll never know."

The tall, graying man stares into young,
slim blond's deep blue eyes.

"I can't, Kate. If Kerry found out then
she'd be heartbroken."

With a dainty smile, the younger woman
shakes her head.

"You are such a good man, but if you think
that I'm going to let you go then you are mistaken."

Kate Jenkins strides away without another
word. Harry's body hunches over. This is how it has always been
with them. There is no way that Kate is going to take 'no' for an
answer. She will find a way to get back into his life. That woman
gets what she wants ALWAYS.

Leaning against a wall, Harry runs one hand
through his once brown hair. What a fool he was. The temptation of
his 'other needs' and the gorgeousness of that woman got to him. He
shouldn't have strayed.

"I'm a happily married man," he assures
himself. "I will never cheat again."

Easier said than done.

Kate Jenkins sits in the break room,
somewhere in the back, well away from where Harry is sitting with
his wife having an unexpected lunch date.

The woman is pretty. Kate isn't so
interested in Harry's wife, but even she can see that for 43,
slightly older than her lover, the woman is still attractive.

On the table in front of her is a white
envelope. It has Laura Smith written on the front and a photo taken
after a certain event inside. The image is revealing. If she were
to see it then everything would change for her. The woman would no
longer be a part of David's life. His love would be free.

Free. What does that really mean? Laura's
hand crumples the corner of the envelope. Should she? Does she
really have the right to take what is hers in this case? Is this
fair on Harry?

So many questions, so many doubts. If she
gives it to Laura right now then the cherished life that his love
has will fall apart. There will be repercussions.

Laura shakes her head. She's 22 years old,
extremely intelligent and perhaps a little too caught up in the
older, kind Dr. Smith.

"I shouldn't do this," she murmurs.

The eyes tell a different story. They are
locked on the woman - the competition, her enemy.

Laura stands up, not knowing what is about
to happen. Kate gets to her feet as well. Harry doesn't see her.
Their eyes don't meet.

Strolling through the mass of hospital
workers, she makes her way towards Laura as the woman waves and
lovingly kisses her man on the cheek, a friendly smile on the
woman's lips and a matching one on Harry's.

"I'm going to do this," Kate reassures
herself quietly. "I'm going to do what needs to be done."

Laura starts towards her. She gets in line
with the woman, the envelope clutched in her hand. Harry's wife
meets her eyes, not recognizing her as the enemy, the competition -
but not for much longer.

"I'm going to do this."

"You fucking bitch!" Harry growls, slamming
her to the door of the dirty yellow sedan she has been driving
since high school. "What the hell did you do?"

He's angry. Kate probably would too after
what likely happened when Laura opened the envelope.

"She's asked for a divorce," he growls.
"This is all your fault!"

That's the last straw. Just who does the
fool think he is?

Grabbing him under the arm pit, she yanks on
the skin hard like her instructor taught her in self-defense class.
Harry steps back shocked. Unfortunately, he's not very good at
fighting and receives a hard kick to the knee cap that drops
him.

"I'll be at this address," Kate says coldly.
"If you want to salvage your marriage and what we have then you'll
come."

The woman drops a piece of paper taken from
her pocket to the concrete where he is bent over holding his
knee.

"Don't be late."

He pockets the hand gun. It fits snug in his
jacket, cold steel to resolve a situation he never thought to get
into. Anger so strong that it could destroy a life burns in him.
Tonight he will kill Kate Jenkins and bury her in the host of
bodies that come to the morgue. Harry has no idea exactly how to
get the body from this hotel to there, but murder is on his mind.
She ruined his life!

The door is brown, wooden, solid. He turns
the door handle and finds it open. It is dark inside. Harry tries
to find the light switch, but something cold against the side of
his head makes him stop.

"What is that?" he asks.

"A .36, loaded and cocked."

Kate Jenkins came prepared. The gun is
extracted and dumped.

"Turn on the lights."

They come on. Harry gasps.

"Honey!"

Laura Smith stands there, hands on hips,
legs wide, stance strong.

"This is your resolution, Dr. Smith," Kate
says, putting the fake revolver down on the bench table and dumping
his gun in the waste bin. "She agreed to try and make it work
out."

"How?" he asks in shock, his eyes not coming
off his wife and what she is wearing.

"With sex. Just how you broke her
heart."

The young woman strolls over to his wife and
puts a very friendly hand on her shoulder.

"Don't you want to fuck us, Harry? Your
lover and your loving wife?"

He gulps. Sometimes when he is sleeping with
Laura or Kate he would fantasize about this. The two of them, the
perfect blond and a brunette the likes of which still turns heads
at her age. Does he dare refuse? With his marriage on the line,
there is no choice.

"I'll do it."

"Good," Kate proclaims.

She reaches to the long coat that she is
wearing and drops it away. Both of them have the same lingerie on.
Black, see through, thigh high stockings and silver heels, no
panties, just the bra and thin corset getup. Down in his pants a
rage stirs to rival his anger before. This may be the last time
that he lies with either of them. Perhaps they will decide that
their love is not enough. He cannot allow that. Harry wants it
all.

"Come," he commands.

They strut over and put their arms around
his tall, lightly muscled frame. He wraps his arms around them,
kissing his wife then his lover. Not for a second does he believe
that either of them are ok with this, but right now he doesn't
care. A desire like nothing ever experienced within him is coming
on. He rips at their clothing, tearing it away. Large and full
breasts for his wife, small and petite for his lover. Heaven in two
pairs.

Harry grabs his Laura's nipples and squeezes
them firmly. They harden immediately and he smiles in admiration.
Usually this kind of thing doesn't affect the woman so strongly,
but today she must be heavily aroused. They talked of threesomes in
university, but an opportunity never arouse. This is their first.
It will be wonderful.