
WARNING: Graphic and explicit descriptions of sexual
activity involving sexual intercourse, oral sex and 
masturbation in a caring and loving but unconventional
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resources to pursue Copyright violators.  This work was
previously titled Love Times Three and published in 1999
(under the pseudonym Dave Lester) and it has now been
partially re-written (and improved I hope).

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Here is the unusual but true story about how I got involved in
a three way relationship.  For many years I have been close
friends with the three ladies mentioned and we had great fun
looking back and talking about the pieces that formed our
relationship.  This story is built from some of those pieces and,
except for a little embellishment to make it more enjoyable to
read, this is a reasonably accurate account from my (male)
perspective. Hopefully, one day the ladies may write their own
versions. We are Australian and although I have tried to
remove the influence of local dialect some may remain -
consider it local colour (color).  The ladies involved have read
this story, provided some critique and consented to me
publishing it.  


Tri-Times  (Part 1)

This all took place in a townhouse I lived in when I was 26. 
The townhouse was constructed with two levels and a small
yard that adjoins other similar dwellings.  There were about 15
townhouses in this allotment and they were staggered in a
pattern that gave privacy from the other buildings.  It was
January (high summer), late on a Saturday afternoon and
evening and I lived by myself. The only other townhouse I
could partially see into, and which could see part way into
mine, was directly across a substantial garden.  In both these
townhouses the upper levels had balconies deeply set-back
from the front of the building, which usually made them quite
private. The bedrooms were upstairs and the master bedroom
opened directly onto the balcony via floor to ceiling windows
and glass doors.  The angle the building was set on meant
some parts of other townhouses could be seen from windows
that ranged down the side walls.

On this particular Saturday I was alternately sitting or lying on
a sun lounge on the upper balcony and wearing a swim suit
commonly known as "Speedos". I had spent most of the day at
the beach, being at the time a surf lifesaver (voluntary life
guard) and as this was the mid-80's this style of swim suit was
commonly worn.  For guys packing an average or bigger
package it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination.  

There were two girls living in the townhouse across from
mine, one called Julie - age 22, and the other called Shelley -
age 24. I had only a passing acquaintance with them - you
know how you say hi to someone when you see them but that
is about all you ever get to say.

I had been training at the beach most of the morning and
afternoon so when I got home I was pretty tired and crashed
out on the balcony to rest for a while before checking out
what my friends were up to that night.  While lying on the sun
lounge I started to think about following up with a particular
girl I had been flirting with the previous Tuesday night called
Carol.  We had been eyeing each other for a while and chatting
on and off for a couple of months and I finally plucked up the
courage to get to know her better about two weeks
previously.

Last Tuesday we had finally gotten around to the hand
holding, kissing and cuddling stage.  Slow progress but I was
not in any particular rush to push my advances to her and
possibly frighten her off - or so I thought. We had done a lot
of kissing and caressing (still clothed) that night.  I could tell
by Carol's body language and little unbidden responses that
she had been as turned on as I was from the attention we paid
each other.  However, she didn't want to take things further
that night and given the nature of her behaviour I suspected
she was having her period and a bit embarrassed about it. 
Needless to say I was particularly horny and masturbated to
ease my sexual tension when I got home that night.
Uppermost were thoughts of Carol's body responding to my
touch, my imagination firing with images of what might lie in
the not-to-distant future.  

I am not shy and fairly uninhibited so I usually walk around
naked with the blinds or curtains in whatever position they
happen to be in. Not deliberate flashing but a kind of "don't
care" attitude to someone seeing me by chance. So when I
masturbated later that night after being with Carol I was
stroking myself while sitting on the side of my bed nearest the
balcony. The vertical blinds were partially open to let the
breeze through and the bedside lamp was on.

The design of the townhouse complex meant the bathroom
belonging to the dwelling across the garden was roughly in
line with my bedroom and balcony and it was fitted with
frosted glass.  Likewise my bathroom was in line with the
other balcony and fitted with the same glass.  The bathroom
windows were designed not to open very far and thus limit the
field of view. An unfortunate side effect was it also limited
ventilation. I had modified my bathroom window so I could
open it right up to help clear steam and keep the room fresh.

The girls living in the townhouse opposite had also modified
their bathroom window although I hadn't noticed this, most
probably because it was usually open the small amount that
was normally available.   Well, as you might have guessed I
had been caught in the act but didn't know it, yet. Shelley, the
older girl, had been using their bathroom window to watch me
masturbating in my room for quite a while.  She had even
bought a set of small binoculars to better enjoy the show.

As it turned out the other girl, Julie, didn't know about the
view from their bathroom window until she found the
binoculars. Shelley had previously left them behind by accident
and  Julie picked them from the window sill without realising
what they were there for. Something made her look out the
window that particular Tuesday night and she saw me doing
something "unusual" behind the blinds in my room.  Out of
curiosity Julie used the binoculars for a better look, never
suspecting that she would have a grandstand view of my self
ministrations through a gap in the blinds.

I don't know how long she was watching for but I do know
that particular night I spent an unusually long time slowly
stroking my cock as I imagined what I was going to do with
Carol.   While we had been kissing I could feel her breasts
against me and I was consumed with thoughts about the shape
and texture of her breasts. Mentally  picturing her nipples
becoming tight and erect. Dreaming about caressing, feeling,
looking and tasting every inch of her shapely chest.

Anyway, not long after I came I stood up and through the gap
in the blinds noticed the silhouette of a head outlined in the
opposite bathroom  window.  Apparently Shelley used to close
the bathroom door to stop the background glow of their hall
light so I had never noticed anyone there before. Seconds after
I looked up and started trying to work out if there really was
someone over there the head disappeared and I saw an
indistinct shape move out of their bathroom.  I wasn't sure if
someone had been looking my way and didn't think much
more of it.  After all, I was in my own home, in private and if
someone  was interested enough to go to the trouble to watch,
so be it.  But I watched that window closely for the next few
nights. 

So here I was, the next Saturday afternoon, lying on the sun
lounge on the balcony thinking about Carol and beginning to
get fairly aroused.  Briefly I thought about whether the girls
across the garden were home, and as I was sure they were out
I took off my swimmers. The warm sun on my penis was really
pleasant and I was soon fully erect and idly stroking.

Soon I wasn't only thinking about Carol.  I had been keeping a
half watch on the girl's townhouse opposite and in my present
state the thought of them over there watching me was working
me up to a higher state of excitement.  Soon I began to
fantasise about me also watching one, or both of them. As I
thought about watching Shelley lying on her balcony, in a
female imitation of my present activity, it suddenly occurred to
me the view I had available from my bathroom window.  With
remorse I wondered what opportunities been wasted and the
mental image of seeing Shelley, her back arched in the throws
of a sun-drenched orgasm, resulted in a geyser of come
spraying across my chest and splattering onto the tiles.

It was an hour or so later that I eventually went inside. As I
stood up I thought I caught the shape of a head moving across
their bathroom window, just a glance and nothing I could tell
for certain and I wrote it off to the wishful thinking of my
overworked imagination.

It was well after dark when I showered and started to get
ready to go out.  Having forgotten my electric razor I went
back into the bathroom without turning on the light.  The
cabinet is beside the window and I looked out across the
garden as I walked in.  With a heart thumping double take I
saw the unmistakable shape of a naked woman lying on the
bed in the room directly across from me.  The heavy curtains
across her window were open a few feet and afforded me a
fairly unobstructed view if I chose to make use of it. I had
seen lots of naked women - the beach has as many uncovered
as covered breasts - so I wasn't too interested in getting
caught infringing on her privacy.   Especially if I wished to
make use of that window for similar activities another time. As
I turned to walk away I did notice she looked like she was...
doing something.   

The partial view of whatever she was doing to peaked my
curiosity.  I could see her moving but not what was actually
happening.  I don't have binoculars but I do have a camera
with a big telephoto lens.  I went and got the camera, without
film, and using the window sill as a support had a close up
look across at what was going on across the garden. I was
more curious than anything else, and after focussing I nearly
dropped the camera when I saw that she was masturbating.  

All the blood in my body must have rushed to my cock as I
was instantly rock hard and trembling so much I was unable to
hold the camera still.  A task made even more difficult as,
needless to say, I couldn't keep one hand off my penis.  For
several minutes I watched this girl sensually bring herself to
what looked like a very powerful orgasm.  As soon as I saw
her breasts and neck begin to blush and her hips rotate slightly
upwards I recognised the sign she was about to come and I
couldn't stop myself from joining her.  I had only stroked
myself about 20 times and the sight of her orgasm was so
powerful I was unable to hold back.

Just as I came I realised this girl may been at the window
earlier and perhaps she was masturbating to what she had seen
me doing before.  This doubled the intensity of my experience
to be what I can only say was one of the most powerful
orgasms I have ever had from masturbation. Lots of times I
have ejaculated but intense orgasm is a completely different
feeling yet again.  With semen all over my hand and running
down the wall I kept watching to see which girl it was.  A few
minutes later I was pleasantly surprised to see Julie sit up,
draw a robe around her and walk to the window.  Holding the
edges of the curtains she looked straight across at my
bathroom window, for several moments the drew the curtains
and left the room.  I wasn't sure if she knew I was there.

Over the next few months, Julie and I played what could best
be described as a little peek a boo game. Neither of us was
really sure if the other was watching, and the watcher was
never sure if they were being noticed.  Sometimes I was sure
Julie was watching because I could see her silhouette at the
bathroom window or her bedroom window.  As I found out
later she assumed I was watching as both girls had always
thought I was trying to peep at them due to my modified
bathroom window. They were both very surprised that I hadn't
been aware of the special view that window provided until
more recent times.

As I said earlier Shelley had been secretly watching me
masturbate in my room for quite a while.  Julie didn't know
this  although she suspected it once she found the binoculars
and saw my activities for herself.  It was quite a funny
situation as it turned out that often both Shelley and Julie were
watching me at the same time but didn't know it. Shelley
would watch from the bathroom and Julie from her bedroom
window.  Occasionally after I, or should I say we, had finished
the girls would emerge with their faces flushed and meet in the
their hall on the way to the kitchen for a drink of water.

I often got to watch Julie enjoying herself and it became
habitual to visit my bathroom window while cleaning up after
masturbating, to see her fully spread and concentrating on her
own self stimulation.  Sometimes I changed my masturbation
technique to better enjoy the experience of watching her.
Instead of ejaculating I would fake my climax and then move
to watch Julie.  This way I could stroke myself to a better,
fuller -and messier orgasm plus time it to coincide with hers.

I was curious about whether Shelley also masturbated as her
room was not visible from my place at all.  Shelley used to
watch me from their bathroom and wonder why I would
sometimes stand gazing out of my bathroom window after I
masturbated.  She guessed I was looking into Julie's room but
not why as I seldom used the camera and lens to watch Julie.
Shelley certainly didn't suspect Julie was returning the favour
to me and one day she warned Julie she thought she had seen
me looking into her room. Talk about the pot calling the kettle
names.

One night when Julie was away for work, a fairly common
event, Shelley watched me from the bathroom window after
she had finished her shower and decided to move to Julie's
room to better see what I was up to.   I noticed the curtains
were open a little less than usual and I didn't know it was
Shelley in there as she had a towel wrapped around her hair
and a robe on that was not unlike Julie's.  Standing behind the
gap in my blinds I slowly stroked my cock while waiting to see
if Julie was going to play our peek-a-boo game tonight.  I was
aware something wasn't right as the curtains opened
tentatively and even then only a little further.  I turned off my
light in case it was someone I didn't know and moved into my
darkened bathroom and shut the door.  Looking out of the
window I watched Julie's window and waited.  Less than a
minute later someone  looked around the edge of the curtains
and stared expectantly at my bedroom window. I figured Julie
was just being careful, the same as I was in case they had
visitors.

I moved back to my room and switched on the bedside light. 
My cock was still hard and I thought  the bedside light better
showed off its size and shape to someone looking through the
window.  With this in mind I remained standing and turned
side on to the window.  Looking through the gap in my blinds
I started to use long slow strokes to build my excitement and I
hoped Julie would soon appear on her bed to join me.  I was a
little unsure what was happening tonight and with relief her
curtains soon opened.  However this time they were opened
wide instead of the partial opening I was used to.  Shedding
the robe but leaving the towel around her hair she spread
herself across the bed, feet toward me, knees lifted, legs bent
and well apart, breasts and nipples flushed and rosy.  Suddenly
I knew this wasn't Julie.  The position was different, more
explicit, but by now I knew her curves and features almost as
well as if we truly shared a bed together.  I gave a little wave
to say wait a moment and left my room.

Getting the camera I went into the darkened bathroom and the
telephoto lens removed all doubt. As I zoomed in it was
Shelley's beautiful face that filled the viewfinder.  A what a
view she was. Shelley had a more ample bust than Julie and
topped with delicious orange-pink rosebud nipples, whereas
Julie had pink, pencil-eraser shaped buds.  Both had firm
beautiful breasts but the shapes were quite distinctly different. 
My cock swelled and nodded its approval of my new play
mate.  Running the viewfinder down her body I watched as the
hand draped over her mons drew away and revealed she was
swollen and aroused, her lips puffy and slightly parted.  I left
the camera in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, my
cock wagging with each hurried step.  Moving closer to the
window than I normally did with Julie I looked out at the girl
across the garden.  Shelley was watching me intently and only
seemed to be paying herself minimal attention.  Drawing her
fingers up and along either side of her sex she would pull her
labia up and apart as  if doing so to show me what she had
down there before slowly slipping a finger between her lips
and over her clit.  She did this so slowly, no doubt deliberately
teasing me. Partly from watching her now and partly from the
memory of her in close-up I soon erupted and sent copious,
thick jets of come splashing against the window and across the
floor.  The deep rhythmic contractions slowed but continued
spasmodically for a long while as I milked my still rigid penis.


My legs were trembling and I sat on the bed and smiled across
at Shelley.  She blew me a kiss and pointed at my bathroom. I
assumed she was asking if I wanted to clean up and I darted
in, snapped on the light and grabbed a towel.  As I dried my
groin I looked out the window to see Shelley waving at me,
making a stop hand signal, pointing her finger at me and then
pointing to her eyes.  It didn't take much to  figure she wanted
me stay there and watch her and I turned off the light, leaned
on the window sill and wrapped one hand around my still
swollen and now increasing hardness.  In less than a minute I
wanted a better view and picked up the camera.

Shelley masturbated at a pace and intensity that was very
different to Julie.  She was much more explicit, making sure I
had a clear view of the focus of her pleasure and the way in
which she stimulated herself. Her head was tipped back and
mouth slightly open and at times it seemed her display was
intended to teach me what she liked, how to satisfy her, how
to tease, tempt and reward her.  Watching Shelley was like
watching a private show put on for my benefit, whereas
watching Julie was more like sharing something intimate with
her.

From then on whenever Julie was away Shelley would take
advantage of the situation.  She was far bolder than Julie and
started blowing me kisses goodnight after she finished her
private shows.  I returned the favour so there was no doubt
we each knew the other was participating happily.  Before
long I started blowing kisses to Julie too and after her initial
surprise she returned them enthusiastically.  Apparently
Shelley and Julie didn't compare notes on our activities and it
was only from watching at the bathroom window and seeing
me blowing kisses to Julie that Shelley knew for sure Julie and
I were having fun with each other.  

The three of us had great fun over the next year.  We still only
maintained a passing acknowledgement of each other outside
our respective homes.  Shelley moved out the next year for a
job interstate.  My relationship with Carol moved forward and
we started living together informally just after Shelley moved. 
I didn't know beforehand but Carol and Julie had gone to
school together and were old friends. 

Soon after she moved in Carol met Julie in the garage complex
and their old friendship rekindled.  A week later, instead of
finding another room-mate, Julie moved in with us.  Carol
didn't know about the peeking games Julie, Shelley and I had
engaged in until much, much later.  Needless to say  Julie and I
teased each other terribly when we lived together, although in
a much more modest way then we had before.  Well for a
while anyway........

....... to be continued

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