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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.  

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Tri-Times  (Part 4)

It was now about 1 month after we had our first true sexual
experience together and the intricacies were stilled being
played out.  We had not all made love together again,
although Carol and I still played out our passion on a regular
basis.  In this story Carol made it clear she was happy if Julie
joined us, but on her terms and not until  when she was ready. 
Read on.....

I have owned several boats and this is set on a 38 foot long
cruiser which I bought for fun and semi-serious deep sea
fishing and diving. I did a lot of scuba diving and introduced
both the girls (Carol and Julie) to the sport,  which led to
them becoming keen certified open water divers.  We used
the boat a lot, often just having dinner or spending a night on
the water without even moving it from the anchorage. We
also had great parties on it. One of the more memorable times
we had together happened on the boat one Tuesday.  

We all had the day off and decided to go diving at a location
we regularly visited. The weather was nice but a fresh wind
had brought up a steep chop which made the first part of our
trip really bumpy.   None of us felt it was imperative we
dived that day, so after being at sea and getting tossed about
for twenty minutes or so we decided to go back and find a
nice, calm, sunny spot out of the wind. We headed up river
until reaching a bay which is secluded and very quiet on
weekdays.

The temperature was pleasantly warm, unusually high for
autumn (fall). Once we were in the river system and the water
became calm the girls went onto the foredeck to lie in the sun. 
The foredeck sits in front of and below the bridge (the control
station on top of the cabin) so I was slightly above and behind
the girls.  When diving in cooler conditions we all wore lycra
body suits under our wet suits for a little extra warmth. For
comfort we usually didn't wear swimming costumes under
the body suits and the girls looked really great lying in the sun
as the lycra tightly hugs every curve. 

Julie was on her back and I could clearly see her nipples were
erect from the breeze.  Carol was lying on her stomach but the
curve and swell of her bum was just as alluring as the sight of
Julie's  hard little bumps and soon I was watching the girls
more than where I was steering us.  Soon I had to swap my
lycra suit for a pair of loose shorts as the lycra isn't
comfortable when my cock begins to harden.

Not long after Julie got up and went into the cabin to get us
all drinks.  When passing mine up to the bridge she had to
half climb the ladder, which placed her head just above floor
level as she put the glass on the deck.  The glance at my
tented crotch and ensuing smile meant she had seen the semi
hard-on I had lying down one leg of my shorts.

Carol had fallen asleep in the sun and Julie sat down beside
her facing toward me (looking towards the back of the boat)
and sipped her drink for a few minutes.  My attention passed
from the girls to steering us round a channel marker and next
time I looked Julie had stripped off her suit and lay down on
her back.  

She was really very pretty, a natural blonde and well
proportioned.  By now I had seen her naked a few times but,
as the relationship was somewhat uncharted and we were still
exploring each others character and sensitivities, I had never
taken the opportunity to study her closely.   I had not really
looked at the beauty of her naked form except in a fairly
discrete way. This time however I had a good long stare and
although I knew she was attractive it was only now I realised
just how beautiful she was. 

Although I had known of her for a few years (seen her at
clubs, etc) I never really got to know her until our little peek a
boo thing started and even then I never seriously spoke to her
for quite a while.  In the last few weeks it had become
common knowledge she was living with Carol and I. The
guys in my circle of friends were somewhat surprised and told
me that Julie had quite a reputation. In short, she was
regarded as being an attractive yet unapproachable bitch. 

By the time Julie and I had started speaking regularly we were
automatically friendly and flirting toward each other. After
all, with what we had been doing, the flirting was not out of
place. So I never knew the bitch side of Julie except for
listening to guys complain how she had rejected them.  This I
thought was just part of the usual pride repairing repertoire of
the ego damaged male.  Something I knew all too well.

As I found out later in our relationship Julie was very self-
conscious of being pretty and was quite unhappy that she
drew men like bees to honey. She was smart, witty and
beautiful and this intimidated a lot of guys who thought she
would be a nice trophy fuck and not prepared to deal with the
whole woman. So she developed a reputation of being a
stuck-up bitch and unapproachable.  

I never personally experienced the bitch side of her, but I did
see her get rid of unwanted admirers with nothing more than
a look.  She could have cut a hole in concrete with some of
the looks she directed at guys who were obviously hoping to
score with her.  Looking back now I think she probably
overdid the "drop dead loser" attitude she sometimes adopted
and I can understand why some guys disliked her.  Even
though I was aware of this, she was beautiful to me as a
person before I knew she was also stunningly pretty. Perhaps
this is why we hit it off so well.

To be fair to Carol, from my perspective she was just as
beautiful as Julie.  When you love someone you don't pay
much attention to the outside, especially when you live with
them and see them everyday.  Carol was attractive in a way
that didn't compete with Julie.  They complemented each
other and I never compared them in a physical sense.

OK, back to the story.  My study of Julie's gorgeous form
quickly had me fully hard and as I couldn't be seen by either
girl or anyone else I began to idly stroke my cock, the
physical feeling complementing the enjoyment of looking at
her.  Although it felt good I had no intention of coming from
this private sexual interlude and  I also didn't want either girl
to know I was getting off from watching them without their
permission.  Funny as it might seem, I felt guilty at what I
was doing because I loved and respected them, but a hard
cock is hard to ignore.

As any girl must know, if she lies naked in front of a guy he
is going to look at her. So I was sure Julie took off her suit
knowing full well I could, and would look at her.  After all
she was only six feet away.  

Julie and I hadn't played our special peek a boo game for
quite a while.  The warm sun, tranquil setting and the glimpse
of my hard cock had put Julie in a playful mood and as I
wistfully gazed at her she drew her legs up and apart,
exposing her pussy to me in a way that could only mean she
knew I was watching.  Julie has a cute little thatch of dark
blonde pubic hair in the normal place but she naturally has
little hair along the sides of her pussy, the sight is so sensual
and erotic to see her lips thicken and change shape as she
becomes aroused. 

The speed of my cock stroking increased as I could see her
lips were definitely flaring and thickening, beginning to
slightly gape and expose the sheen of wetness on the pink
petals deeper within.  She stayed like this for a minute or so,
probably just to make sure she had my attention, then she
brought her right hand over and slowly started to slip her
middle finger up and down her lips, spreading the wetness up
and over her clit and outer flesh. In a slow and relaxed
manner she began to use a hand motion that brought her
fingers right around and over her pussy, splitting her lips and
letting me see every detail. There was no doubt she was
giving me a very special private show.

We stayed like this for at least ten minutes. Slowly stroking
ourselves and enjoying this special time together. 
Unfortunately we arrived at the bay and with some reluctance
we had to leave off our little game to anchor the boat.  

The sound of the anchor chain woke Carol who quickly
noticed the very prominent bulge in my shorts and Julie's
naked glow.  Just as quickly she assumed we had been
making love next to her and was not convinced we hadn't
been even when told otherwise.   Before Carol got too angry
Julie playfully said there was an easy way to tell if we had
been naughty without her.  Carol made it clear she wasn't
convinced.

We sat on the foredeck and Julie reached out and placed my
hand against Carol's lips and with a little resistance gently
pushed a finger into her mouth. She told Carol to remember
the taste. Next she drew a finger along her pussy and traced it
across Carol's lips and told her to taste it too, which she did
with a giggle.  Julie removed her hand and placed it back on
her pussy where she resumed the long slow strokes over her
cunt and clit.  Carol's eyes followed her hand down as did
mine before rising to look at each other. With a smile Julie
asked Carol if they tasted the same and Carol shook her head.

My cock was fit to burst and Julie left off her stroking to pull
me to my feet and remove my shorts.  Holding my cock out
she drew Carol onto her knees and asked her to see if it tasted
like her fingers did.  Julie's fingers couldn't make it all the
way around the thickness of my shaft and as Carol drew her
lips around my cock head Julie slipped her fingers along my
penis.  The feeling of Carols mouth engulfing my hardness
just behind Julies fingers was a truly mind blowing sensation.
Once Carol had a mouth full of my cock Julie disappeared
behind me and I closed my eyes.  Carol started sucking me in
a semi-slow non-rhythmic manner, intended to give pleasure
but not make me come. I could tell she was wondering what
was going to happen next, so was I in a far off sort of way.

About thirty seconds later Carol drew a quick deep breath and
began a more rapid and rhythmic bob on my penis, wrapping
as much of her hand around as she could and sliding it in time
with her mouth.  Her saliva made my pole slippery and hot
and soon it was hard to tell her hand and mouth were
separate.  I thought she had resigned herself to giving me a
quick head job and then getting down to more serious love
making after I had spent my initial load.  Eventually I looked
down and as my cock slid from between her lips on the out-
stroke I could see Julie had slid under Carol and was eating
her through the lycra suit.  Carol groaned around my cock as
Julie zeroed in on her clit, her head nodding rapidly up and
down as her tongue raked Carol's smoothly covered cunt. 
Carol can come very quickly if she is aroused and stimulated
firmly and relentlessly and especially when making love
spontaneously.

Looking over Carol's shoulder I could see Julie had resumed
rubbing her clit and lips.  The tempo of her fingers seemed to
match the bobbing of her head in Carol's crotch and Carol's
head and fingers kept time as they moved along my cock. 
Within a few minutes Carol began to move up and down on
me in a way that meant she was going to come soon. The
rapid, regular bobbing of Carol's mouth on my cock and the
sight of Julie's wet, glistening pussy, made even more
exciting by an occasional peek of her clit as her fingers slid
over and around it, meant I was also going to come very soon.

Carol was content for me to come in her mouth but she
usually let it leak out around the corners, swallowing as little
as possible, which is fine by me.  This time however, despite
my warning I was about to come she didn't slow or change
her motion. I came in powerful waves and I don't think a drop
was spilt.  Seconds later, my cock buried deeper in her mouth
than it had ever been before Carol started to come too.  

Orally impaled on my shaft I felt the roof of her mouth bear
down on me as she literally collapsed into orgasm.  Her face
was taught with the pleasure-pain of intense sexual release as
she held her breath for those few seconds that somehow seem
like forever.  As she took a huge breath I slumped to my
knees and held her, my legs astride the top of Julie's head.
Through holding Carol and feeling her response I could tell
Julie's tongue was now lapping at a slower pace.

Initially I held Carol with my eyes closed, sharing her orgasm
as best I could.  When I opened them again I looked down
and behind her to see Julie's lower half spread out on the
deck, her fingers and pussy glistening in the warm sunlight. 
As I watched, her hips rolled back a little and her fingers
danced their delightful ballet up, down and around.  I could
see and almost feel how close she was and I held Carol tightly
so neither of us moved and broke Julie's concentration.  I am
always in awe of a woman's orgasm and watching Julie this
time was extra special.  Slowly she rotated her hips, pulled
her stomach in and thrust her pelvis up.  Her fingers slowed
to match time with the  contractions of her orgasm, stopping
and starting as she played herself to a perfect crescendo of
pleasure.  As the pink flush rose across her hips she stopped
stroking herself and pulled her lips tightly back, fully
exposing her clitoris which was pink-white, shiny and
prominent, before pushing down and back on it with one
unmoving finger.  She stayed like this until she returned from
the bliss of orgasm and began to relax.  After removing her
hand from her sex she slid out from under Carol and looked
up at me.  I smiled at her, closed my eyes again and hugged
Carol for a while longer.

After a little while we all snuggled up with our heads in each
others laps and enjoyed the sun. Eventually we went inside to
get lunch and started to chat in general. Although she was
outwardly happy I somehow felt Julie was a little reserved.
When Julie went below to get something I asked Carol if she
noticed anything amiss and she said she thought something
wasn't quite right either. Over lunch and as we cleared up it
was obvious she wasn't her usual self and Carol and I asked
her what was wrong. 

It took a long while and a lot of gentle coaxing before Julie
finally opened up and told us she loved us both. She didn't
understand how or why. She also knew we could not love her
back the same way. She started to cry a little and I must admit
I could feel my heart melting for the petite blonde and I
wanted nothing more than to cuddle her cares away and tell
her I loved more than anything or anyone in the world ever
could.  But I couldn't cuddle her and say that, at least not
under the circumstances. I truly loved Carol and the wrong
words or actions would have hurt her greatly.  So I sat there
and said nothing while my mind raced for the best thing to
do.  Keeping my head was difficult and while I was trying to
think of something nice and comforting to say Carol slid
beside Julie and wrapped her arms around her, kissed her hair
and whispered comfort.  As much as I wanted to hold them
both the look I was getting from Carol over Julie's shoulder
didn't give me a clue as to what to do.  So I leant over and
held one hand from each girl, squeezing gently to show my
support.

After a few minutes Julie straightened up, brushed her hair
back and said sorry for her outburst and that she was going to
lie down for a while.  Carol and I both forgave her of course
and kissed her on the cheeks.  I looked in on her after a while
and she seemed to be sleeping peacefully.  Her hair was
slightly splayed on the pillow and as I quietly watched her I
felt she looked as vulnerable as a child. I closed her door on
the way out and sat out in the back of the boat with Carol.

Soon we were talking about Julie and inevitably about our
little tryst on the deck earlier that day. Carol said she knew
Julie was in love with me and asked how I felt about it.  I sat
back to think out a reply and Carol moved over and sat in my
lap.  She said not to think, she wanted a gut reaction to what
Julie had said.

Her attitude said a lot.  She really wanted to know and was
ready to deal with anything I threw at her.  She was a pretty
down to earth girl and knew waiting and wondering would
hurt more than a straight answer given now. So I told her I
loved her and that I loved Julie.  I explained long and
carefully to Carol how I loved them both in a similar but
different way, how Julie would not take her place in my heart
and how I would never hurt her.  I explained that even how
attractive Julie was I wouldn't do anything with her unless I
had Carol's permission to do so.  She listened quietly, kissed
me when I finished and moved back to her own chair.  I was
expecting questions but surprised when the first ones arrived.  

What did I think Julie thought of her? 
What did she mean when she said she loved us both? 

I could only guess what Carol was thinking and no reply was
probably better than a mistake, so I shrugged my shoulders
and asked what she thought about Julie instead.

Carol looked at me in surprise.  Then she sat back and looked
at the bush covered hills leading down to the mirror smooth
water and after a few seconds said she didn't know.  She said
she loved Julie as a best-girlfriend, but it was something more
than that which she couldn't put into words yet.  I asked if she
was bothered by her response to Julie's touch earlier today
and she said no, she wasn't bothered but she had no interest
in Julie in a one on one situation.  

Suddenly Carol looked at me and asked if I wanted to fuck
Julie.  I was too stunned to think of an answer and she took
that as an affirmative response. I was going to say yes but
stuck for words, not wanting to hurt Carol.   

Eventually I said I wanted "us" to fuck Julie.  I told Carol that
Julie could have joined me on the bridge when Carol was
asleep but she hadn't.  I reminded her that Julie had initiated
the sex that morning and had touched me for only briefest
time and that neither of us did anything for her. So far Julie
had been on the receiving end of only her own touch and that
wasn't fair if it continued.

Carol was, as could reasonably be expected, a little up-tight
about any change to what was an overall quite satisfactory
relationship for her.  But to her credit she knew it was unfair
to Julie and that things had to change if we were to all remain
or become lovers. I asked her if she loved Julie, not as a
sexual partner but whether she really loved her. 

To my surprise Carol reacted a little angrily this time ,
declaring with some indignation she wasn't a lesbian.  I told
her I didn't think she was, that I thought our relationship was
fed by the energy we all generated together and not by
homosexual tendencies.  What we had could be truly unique
and I did not want it to be categorised as lesbian or bi or any
other term.  I never thought either of the girls were lesbians or
even bi-sexual, we just shared something special together.  I
didn't ask her about her love for Julie again and dived in for a
swim to change the subject.

Julie awoke soon after and we spent a quiet and uneventful
night on the boat, anchored in our beautiful bay.  We ate,
watched a video and went to sleep without making love and I
dreamed a haunting mix of love, lust, justification and work. 
Next morning I awoke to the pleasant feeling of a full
erection. I had been hard for quite a while and knew from
experience that although a pee would help my hard-on
subside, only sexual relief would really quell the horniness
deep in my psyche that morning. Carol opened her eyes and
after focusing on the tented sheet gave a mischievous smile
and asked what on earth did I do with that "thing" before she
was around.

Smiling back I said I would show her if she liked.  In reply
she threw me the bottle of massage oil from the night stand
and sat up with a look that said "go ahead if you dare".  I
really enjoy masturbating and my cock grew harder at the
prospect of sharing this intimate act with her.  After pushing
the covers down with my feet I liberally applied the oil all
around the shaft and head of my straining penis.  The feel of
my hand as I firmly stroked up and around its hardness was as
welcome as if one of the girls was doing it and I settled down
to a long, slow sensuous rhythm that I knew would build me
slowly and relentlessly to climax.  Carol alternately shifted
her gaze from my slick masturbation to my face, obviously
aroused but too fascinated to do other than watch me. I also
alternated between watching my hand slip the length of my
cock and Carol's face, enjoying her surprise and captivation. I
noticed her lift one leg into a bent position and I
unconsciously began to visualise her labia swelling and
moistening, beginning to separate as the position of her leg
drew them apart.  This was pushing me toward the edge and I
quickly asked if she wanted me to come now or did she want
to help.  She looked at me and said she wanted to watch me
come, wanted to see me come from my own hand. Her face
was flushed and I knew her pussy must be wet.  As I glanced
down toward her nether regions to see if I could detect the tell
tale movement of fingers I couldn't hold back and erupted
streams of hot white semen onto my abdomen.  As I come I
like to make small jerking motions just below the head of my
penis.  This makes the head very large and prominent before
post orgasmic relaxation sets in.  Leaning over she kissed me
tenderly and said "Thank you, that was very special".  I
offered to attend to her obvious need with my fingers or
tongue but to my surprise she said no, and asked if I could
leave her alone for a little while.

I guessed she wanted the privacy to masturbate and as much
as I wanted to stay and watch I left the stateroom (bedroom)
for the galley (kitchen). While waiting for the kettle to boil I
couldn't help myself and sneaked back to the doorway to
peek.  Sure enough she was lying under the covers on her
back, eyes closed, legs wide apart and her hand plainly
stroking her vulva. I quietly left her alone once again.

About ten minutes later she joined me in the galley for tea. I
knew that "cat with the cream" look meant she was still
buzzing and let her enjoy the post orgasmic glow without
distraction.  Gradually she came back to ground and looking
at me seriously said she had thought about Julie last night
while I was asleep.  With only a questing glance from me,
Carol elaborated on how she went from almost crying to
finally feeling she could accept Julie and I becoming more
intimate.  Carol said she had thought about Julie and I having
intercourse, and as hard as she tried to accept the thought, it
still hurt to think about it.  I kissed her and held her close as I
could feel she was emotionally fragile about this.  

To be fair to Carol she was in quite a difficult position.
Presently she had the physical and spiritual love from both
Julie and I, plus the emotional reinforcement that came from
knowing that I was still hers alone in that special way. 
Something that would be really hard to share and I must
admit I too felt it was a big step into the emotional unknown. 
We agreed to think it through, discuss it when necessary and
try to make a decision as soon as possible, and also not to tell
Julie anything just yet.

We snuggled together on the seat and through her silk night
shirt I could feel her nipple hardening under my arm.  Not
sure if it was arousal or the cool air I began to kiss her neck
and shoulders with a gentle affection that could lead either
way, but my cock began firming in hope it was arousal I
could feel. Suddenly she stood up and lifted the night shirt
over her head and dropped it on the floor.  With a smile she
turned and bent over to lean on the seat on the other side of
the galley with her legs splayed. The suddenness of this
display of her desire and the sight of her wetness brought me
to full erection in seconds and I knew she wanted me inside
her right then and there.  Without a word I stood behind and
slipped into her velvet tunnel, the first and second strokes
spreading the slippery juices along my shaft, the third stroke
being right to the hilt of my burgeoning cock. We fucked hard
and fast for two or three minutes before I reached around and
began to stroke her clit in time with the plunging of my cock.
I could feel it pressing on the front wall of her vagina, up and
under the length of her clitoris and into the depths beyond . 
In this position and at this stage of arousal her clitoris was
very long and very hard, not having drawn back under her
hood at all.  I was able to gently tease it between my fingers,
rubbing her lips up where they joined her shaft as I fucked
with a ferocity that seemed to drive her wild with passion. 
After what seemed like only two minutes she arched her back
and let forth great shuddering breaths that racked her body. 
Her legs were shaking and being impaled on my cock was all
that kept her from falling to the floor.  Her orgasm was
powerful and the clenching of her vagina around my penis
and the feel of her clitoris under my fingers triggered my own
climax.  Neither one of us was able to move for what seemed
like eons.
 
Julie slept in the forward stateroom and we had slept in the
aft one (on boats bedrooms are called staterooms). There isn't
enough room for three to sleep together comfortably even if
we had wanted to.  She hadn't heard our morning activities
and slept on until waking about an hour later. 

As the morning progressed I could tell Carol was preoccupied
and as lunch time rolled around it was becoming clear she
had made a decision of some sort. With a surge of impatience
I hoped it would not be long before she acted upon it or at
least shared what was on her mind.


End of Part 4

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