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activity involving sexual intercourse, oral sex and 
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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). 

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Tri-Times  (Part 6)

The next few days were filled with interesting, rewarding and
nearly non-stop business activity.  Yet I felt it would never
come to an end.  Finally the real business was finished and
while driving to my departure point my mind began to focus
on the two girls and what they were doing at the resort, which
they would have arrived at the previous day.  As much as I
tried to the focus on other more appropriate topics I couldn't
keep my train of thought away from them.

To make matters worse I desperately wanted to repeat the
telephone interlude with the girls but the opportunity just
hadn't presented itself.  Neither of the girls had even made a
passing reference when we had our good morning and good
night calls, it was like nothing had happened.  This didn't
worry me but it did make me curious as to how they felt.

One of the fringe benefits of my work was the opportunity to
fly some of the many different types of aircraft our company
used in its activities.  The repositioning of aircraft following
maintenance or modification was one of my favourite things
to do as I enjoyed the mental and technical challenges of
mastering the intricacies of these marvellous machines.

So it was with a mix of excitement and impatience that I
pulled into the parking area and made ready to take delivery
of our latest and newest acquisition. The down side being it
would take me almost three days to get home rather than just
overnight.  

Anything to do with aircraft involves copious volumes of
paperwork and this one was no different.  It didn't matter if it
was buying the aircraft or emptying the toilet there were
forms to fill out and money to pay.  Fortunately most of it
was either already completed or only required final checking. 
The previous night I had submitted flight plans, customs
declarations and fuel requisitions and the flight office had
updated weather reports and clearances waiting.

The Beechcraft Super Kingair 200 is one of the worlds most
recognised and popular corporate transport planes.  This one
wasn't brand new but it was in immaculate condition and I
immediately felt comfortable and quite at home as I settled
into the cockpit.  Within ten minutes the low hum of the twin
turbine engines turned to a howl as they propelled us along
the runway and lifted me toward home.  As I took up an
initial heading the first of many wide smiles broke out as I
thought about the girls, probably for the hundredth time that
day.

Modern aviation is wonderful but it can be terribly boring.
Thanks to the technical wonders of GPS, ring-laser-gyros,
flight management systems and auto-pilots the human pilot is
in some ways relegated to simply minding the shop while the
electronics do all the work.  Keeping tabs on the systems soon
becomes second nature and the mind wanders, which can be
dangerous when travelling over six kilometres a minute. The
mental and physical tasks of gaining familiarity with the new
aircraft and its systems kept me occupied during the first leg
of the trip, which lasted approximately seven hours and
covered 3000 kms. After landing, refuelling and lodging
paperwork I didn't try and call the girls due to the time
difference, instead falling asleep almost as soon as I lay
down.

Fourteen hours after landing I was back in the Beechcraft
after sleeping and eating well and having walked at least five
kilometres around the airport perimeter. I was pleased and
familiar with the plane and eager to get home.  The systems
monitoring and progress checks on this next leg were not
enough to keep the eagerness under wraps and on many
occasions an erection began to creep down the leg of my
pants as I thought of the girls waiting for me at the resort.

The rest of the day and the beginning of the next passed with
frustrating monotony.  It wasn't until I began to plan my top
of descent (where and when to begin to descend) that it
occurred to me my desires may soon be fulfilled, the
realisation boosting my heightened sense of anticipation and
sending my heart racing.  For a few minutes I found it
difficult to concentrate on anything other than the love I felt
and the joy of soon being back with both Carol and Julie.

Eventually I shook off the longing and with a sense of guilt
realised my day-dreaming had covered some 120 kms. I had
lost some of the valuable time I needed to double check
calculations and bent to the task of confirming my calculated
rate of descent against speed and distance.

The calculations checked out and I called our company on the
satellite link to confirm my landing time and that my car
would be at the airport.  To my annoyance I found that the
aircraft wouldn't be deployed until the following month as
the parts required to modify it for our tasks weren't going to
be available till then.  Annoyance soon turned to pleasant
surprise as I realised I could very easily divert to a regional
airport near to the resort - my ultimate destination.

More haste, less speed.  Never were truer words spoken as I
slowed the aircraft while reaching for charts and other
paraphernalia.  Clumsily I dropped pencils and paperwork as I
scratched out my new heading and descent calculations. I was
only 200 kilometres away and I had to lose twenty eight
thousand feet, so I could be on the ground in approximately
thirty minutes and at the resort within ninety.  A very pleasant
surprise indeed.  A few more radio calls and the company had
been informed of my changed destination, the original flight
plan cancelled and contact established with air traffic control
for arrival instructions.

Sometimes asking for a descent and landing clearance
without prior arrangement can meet with significant delay,
but the friendly voice granting my request must have sensed
my eagerness as he asked in a friendly manner if I was in a
hurry, and granted me an expedited clearance.

Thirty eight minutes later I set the brakes and cut the engines
and ten minutes after that I was ringing for a taxi to pick me
up.  Now my heart was really racing and my mouth dry with
excitement as I planned how to surprise the girls with my
early arrival.  The taxi arrived in just a few minutes, lucky I
guess, and I asked the driver to take me to the best florist in
town.  

The florist had exactly what I wanted, two huge bunches of
brightly coloured mixed flowers, interspersed with soft
maiden hair ferns. The resort was almost fifty kilometres
away and after a polite chat with the driver I told him I had
just flown nearly six thousand kilometres and was going to
doze off.  Really I just wanted to try and calm down and get
my anxiety and excitement under control.  Half an hour later
the taxi pulled up under the entrance pergola of the resort and
my nervousness disappeared as soon as I stepped out.

Check-in was simple as the girls had booked a large two
bedroom bungalow and I was already on the guest list,
although not due for another day.  Carefully I explained to the
clerk that I wanted to surprise the girls and asked if she could
ring on the pretext of something about room maintenance,
just to see if they were in.  No answer, so I asked the clerk to
arrange for housekeeping to take care of the flowers and I
went straight to the room, let myself in, stashed my bag in the
wardrobe and changed into swimmers, shorts and light shirt.

My best guesses as to their whereabouts was the pool or
beach area.  I decided to discretely check out the pool area
first and sure enough there they were, camped out on sun
lounges under a giant yellow and blue floral umbrella, the
remains of lunch on the low table between them. Carefully I
edged my way around to the far side of the pool and took
position on a lounge facing the girls.  I was close enough for
them to be able to recognise me but not close enough for
them to notice me straight off. And so I lay down and
watched them.  They didn't do anything much other than read
but I loved just watching them, being so close, savouring
what was to come when we did at last reunite.

After twenty minutes or so Carol sat up, said something to
Julie, squeezed her hand, gathered her things and left. I
wasn't sure whether to follow her, it appeared she was
heading for the room, or greet Julie first. As it was Julie dived
into the pool while I was watching Carol leave and the
opportunity to really surprise her was too good to pass up.

When Julie was two thirds of the way toward the far end I
dived in and started to swim slowly after her.  Keeping my
face under water as I saw her turn to swim back and I
manoeuvered to be directly in her path.  She had noticed
someone in her way and turned aside, as did I, but in the same
direction and just before we bumped into each other we both
popped up to apologise for the near collision.  Instead I said
"Boo" and she screamed.

Every head in the pool area turned to stare and Julie's shriek
of delight was cut short as she flung herself into my arms and
we plunged underwater locked in an embrace that almost
forged us together. We struggled to come up for air but
neither wanted to free an arm or leg or lips to help us surface. 
He legs were wrapped around my waist and her crotch
pressed hard against mine as we kissed and murmured and
cuddled in the pool. 

My cock had responded the instant we touched and there was
no way I could get out of the pool just yet so I carried Julie
toward the shallow end of the pool where there were spa jets
to help disguise my arousal.  I think our lips parted twice on
the short journey across the pool.  Side by side we lay in the
shallower water with the bubbles roaring around us and I told
her how I managed to arrive earlier than expected and how
much I had missed her and Carol.

After a few minutes we became aware of the interest other
guests were taking in us, probably from Julie's initial shriek,
and we made our way back to where the sun lounges were,
gathered our things and went off hand in hand to see Carol,
who had gone back to the bungalow to for a holiday-
afternoon nap.

Quietly we entered the room. I intended to wait near Carol
and surprise her when she woke up but instead we could hear
the spa bath running behind the closed bathroom door.  I also
noticed the flowers had been placed in intricate vases and put
on the breakfast bar and dining table.  I asked Julie if she
liked the flowers and she grinned at me with eyes filled with
love, as I'm sure mine were.  Suddenly those eyes went
mischievous and she took my shirt, shorts and swimmers off
in a jiffy, not that I resisted.  My cock began to rise as she too
stripped off in a flash.  Picking up a vase of flowers she
tapped on the bathroom door, opened it a smidgen and said
"Hi, can I come in?" to Carol.  After getting a muffled yes she
pushed the door wide, grabbed me by the fully erect penis and
pulled me along into the bathroom.

Carol was lying full length in the big triangular spa and
mainly hidden by the disturbed water. She was facing away
from the door and holding her book up, unaware of my
presence. Julie moved into Carol's field of view and held out
the flowers, asking if she had ordered them.  Carol looked up
and said "No", so Julie then asked "what about this" and
dragged me penis first around to the side of the bath.

Carol didn't say a word, she couldn't.  Tears filled her eyes as
she stood up and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her
face, her nose, her eyes and her lips.  My cock pulsed strongly
where it was clamped between us, telling us both how much I
wanted and needed her.  I reached out and drew Julie into our
embrace and there the three of us stood, Carol still in the
bath, for several minutes.

I broke the extended cuddle and went into the kitchen for a
bottle of cold juice, two trays of ice cubes and  and three
glasses.  As expected both girls were in the bath when I
returned a minute later and I settled between them, an arm
around each.  Never, ever had I been happier or more in love
than I was at that moment.  Our kisses became more urgent
and I rolled from slightly side to side to caress and kiss each
girl, my cock swishing as it broke the surface of the water
with each turn, the head swollen and shiny, the shaft rigid and
distended.

As I rolled against Carol my hand followed the line of her
back, explored lower and found a jet of water rushing against
the curves of her bottom.  With a slight readjustment the jet
pointed a little lower and I lifted her leg over mine, exposing
her pussy and my probing cock-head to the rushing water.  As
we kissed and caressed I gently thrust my cock back and forth
along her lips, the water massaging and pummelling us both
with pleasure.

I felt Julie shift position behind me and I reached back and
began to explore her tummy, my fingers questing lower until
finding the slick, wet, thin hairs on her pubis.  With two
fingers I prised her legs wide apart and cupped my whole
hand over her pussy, enfolding and gripping it quite tightly,
her heat soaking into my palm.  With a slow, forceful and
deliberately movement I massaged her with a rhythm that
matched the thrusting of my cock along Carol's equally hot,
silky and slippery slit.  One minute later Carol clutched me
tightly, flushed the deepest pink I had ever seen her flush and
came. Long gasps escaped as the waves of her orgasm moved
through her and through my cock-head I could feel her cunt
alternately contracting and relaxing as it sought to draw my
hardness into her.  As she relaxed she was content to continue
feeling the water gushing along her and I rolled toward Julie.

Gently I manoeuvred Julie into the same position I had
adopted with Carol and we melted into each others arms.  My
cock wasn't between her legs, instead thumping against her
pubis and I was content to leave it there for now as we kissed
and caressed each others face, ears and neck.  Finally I
couldn't resist and slipped my extremely eager erection
between her legs and toward the place it had never been. 
Reaching around Julie I adjusted the jet behind her and felt
the stream buffeting my cock as I brought it near the pink
satin petals of her pussy.  With a deep kiss she reached down
and moved me aside, stood up and left the bathroom after
gathering a towel.  The click of her bedroom door closing was
clear over the noise of the spa.

After our telephone play and several days of my imagination
working overtime, I was a little confused and upset and I
rolled back toward Carol and tried to think of something to
say.  Carol simply put her fingers to my lips and whispered to
me that everything was OK, wait until later and she would
explain everything, after which the head of my cock
disappeared into her mouth and my mind miraculously
cleared.  Carol worked on my cock in a way that left no doubt
she had been missing me too, sucking the head deep in her
mouth, stroking the shaft in time to the bobbing of her head. 
I lay and watched her tongue wrap around the crowning ridge
and her lips work on the shiny-swollen purple-pink head.  She
was going all out to bring me pleasure and it was working as I
felt my balls start to draw and tighten as my orgasm began to
build.  Carol knew all the signs and slowed her ministrations
until she was only just holding me.  With a smile she asked if
I was ready for the big finish, and I nodded my agreement.

Carol held my hands and pulled me forward onto my knees
before turning around and leaning forward herself, her arms
folded on the edge of the bath to form a pillow for her head.  I
went to move closer but was told to stop and just watch. 
Slowly she arched her back down and raised her hips as she
spread her knees.  As she moved her pussy rotated into view,
just above the water, fully exposed and gaping open from her
vagina to her clit.  Seconds later her fingers slid into view, her
hand half submerged, and after splitting her lips further apart
dipped one finger into her well and proceed to trace and
explore all around her clitoris, which was becoming more
prominent by the second.  "Do you like this?" she whispered. 
My eyes never moved as I said "Yes" and she replied "Good,
I've practising this position all week.  Don't touch me yet,
you can touch yourself, but please don't cum."

For several minutes I watched Carol. Initially she explored
and caressed her clit, teasing it out from her hood until it
stood exposed and proud in the folds of her lips.  As she did I
slowly stroked my cock, very slowly and gently because I
knew she doing this just for me, and that knowledge was a
powerful stimulant, bringing me to the brink of orgasm by the
mere sight alone.

Soon her fingers were working in a circular motion, rubbing
all over her lips and clit. Faster and faster her fingers moved
and I could hear little moans signalling the pleasure she was
bringing to herself.  "Ready" she asked.  "Yes" I croaked
through a dry mouth. "Wait, wait.... almost... oh... oh... oh 
yeah now... now fuck me now please" Carol moaned and as
the head of my cock slid home I felt her instantly squeeze
around me as she began to cum.  With infinite care I guided
the first, fattest half of my cock in and out of her, always
matching the inward thrust to the contraction of her cunt and
withdrawing as she fell between waves. I could feel her
fingers move then stop, move then stop again as she guided
herself from crest to crest.  I was entirely focussed on sharing
her orgasm, helping her draw it out as long as possible,
feeling her vagina ripple along the rigid cock-flesh I was
driving in and out of her.

The mental and physical pleasure of Carol's orgasm took its
toll.  My penis was just inside her, waiting to be pushed home
in time with the next wave.  She moved forward just as it
began and my cock-head popped out a little.  We both moved
to compensate and it was more than enough, the rhythmic
contractions of her vagina sucked it back in and swallowed
my erection to the hilt where it instantly erupted stream after
stream after stream of semen deep within her.  Even through
the pulsing of my cock I could still feel Carol rippling along
the length of my erection as her orgasm continued.  Even
before I had finished pumping my cum I began to fuck her
again with long deep strokes, the extra post-orgasmic
sensitivity of my cock bringing a new feeling of pleasure as I
fucked her till her orgasm began to diminish.  Even after she
had finished we slowly continued to move back and forth,
enjoying the act as an expression of love rather than a need
for sexual release. Finally I withdrew and we lay together in
the spa recovering our strength before drying each other
amongst hugs and kisses.  After leaving the bathroom we
snuggled up on the bed and dozed off.

Ever been woken up by someone dropping an ice cube on
your abdomen?  Its an experience I wouldn't want repeated
too often.  Julie woke Carol and I in that fashion,
simultaneously dropping ice on us.  

"C'mon you two, lets go eat at the buffet tonight" was her
greeting "You need to rebuild your muscles" she taunted after
picking up my deflated penis in two cold fingers, wiggling it
and dropping it again.  In half an hour we were ready to go
and I was never more proud than I was to have two gorgeous
ladies accompany me.  The buffet was excellent and we
chatted about my trip, their trip and time at the resort.  After I
explained about the aircraft not being needed for a month
Julie got a dreamy imaginative look and asked if we would be
able to use it for a few short trips.  As I was a partner in the
business I said maybe, but we'd need to at least have the
courtesy to ask the others first.  Julie then turned to Carol and
said "Speaking about asking, did you ask him yet?"  I gave
the obvious response of "Ask me what?"

The girls eyed each other a little apprehensively across the
table.  "I'll tell you later" said Carol, and I replied "Well then
that's two you owe me."

Whatever it was that I had to be asked or told put a dampener
on the conversation from that point on.  After desert the
buffet area was cleared and revealed a polished timber dance
floor.  Julie suddenly said she wanted to make a phone call
before it got to late and she'd be back later, leaving Carol and
I alone.  Taking the opportunity I told Carol that it was 'later'
and asked if she could tell me what was going on.

"Lets dance while its relatively quiet and I'll tell you" she
said and led me onto the dance floor.  A sultry jazz set was
playing and it was easy to move and talk quietly in each
others ear.  "What's up with Julie? She seemed upset when
she left us.  The first time I can better understand but tonight
needs explaining more."

"You mean to say you really don't know why she left off this
afternoon?  You men can be so insensitive, and I didn't think
you were like that.  She left tonight because she's
embarrassed and wants me to talk with you about something
first."

Now she had me totally confused, Julie and I had a
relationship where embarrassment wasn't an issue. Or so I
had thought.  "OK, well tell me, at least so I can make her
feel better."  I didn't know what could be the matter and this
was making me very uncomfortable.

"She's a virgin you idiot. Surely you must have realised that." 

The words were like sledgehammer blows striking a big brass
bell.   Idiot is right, how could I have missed out on picking
up the cues.  All this time I assumed Julie was deferring to
Carol as the one who fucked me due to the structure of our
relationships, and although I believed that was still true, I
hadn't picked up on the other signs.

"Listen for a moment and it will become clear what is going
on.  Julie and I have talked this through, especially after that
talk you and I had on the boat.  I asked Julie if she wanted to
join in our love making fully and that was when she
confirmed what I suspected.  She's a virgin, and what's more,
this is really the first loving sexual relationship she's ever
had.  She loves you, just as I do.  I can deal with that, I trust
you both not to hurt me." Carol's voice pitch changed as she
said this and I knew she was on the verge of tears. "She wants
to fully make love with you, for you to be her first and I can't
think of a single unselfish reason why not.  So I suggested
that you and Julie make love together here, tonight."  I
shushed her and held her tight as my mind raced for the right
things to say, to comfort her and let her know I wasn't about
to go racing off to deflower our lovely virgin.

"How do you really feel?" I finally asked her. "It's OK to
make these plans in advance but now it is time to carry them
out, how do you feel?  If you want to know how I feel, well I
love you both and I would be incredibly honoured to be with
Julie that way.  But not at your expense. Remember I said I
wanted 'us' to make love to her."  I sealed the last sentences
with a kiss.

"I want you to do it.  I am jealous but not enough I can't deal
with it. We are all great together aren't we and I don't want it
to end."  I agreed with her as I noticed Julie had returned and
was sitting back at the table.  

As Carol and I danced close I casually watched Julie politely
deflect two dance invitations. Shortly after Carol asked me to
go visit the mens room or the garden or anywhere for a few
minutes.  Which I did, allowing them plenty of opportunity to
talk.  As I walked around the atrium and garden I could see
into the restaurant cum lounge where the girls were sitting. 
After about ten minutes of close conversation Carol left and
then Julie rose and moved towards the door, to look for me I
hoped.

We met just outside the door and hugged tightly. I told her
not to talk, just to come and dance with me for a while.  The
jazz set lasted another half hour before a disco beat came on
and we decided to go for a walk through the garden. With
arms around each other we wandered aimlessly and sipped
chocolate liqueurs.  I didn't mention what Carol and I had
talked about. She knew, I knew, and that was enough, it
didn't have to be dissected or discussed.

Eventually we had covered the entire resort, finishing outside
our bungalow. Wrapping my arms about her I whispered that
we were all alone, just the two of us.  She replied along the
lines of who would have guessed the odds of this ever
happening, and I replied that with love the odds can never be
predicted.  

And so we kissed. A long leisurely kiss that we both felt we
deserved.  A kiss all of our own, unhurried but none the less
filled with promises and passion. When it was over Julie took
my hand and led me to the door.

End of Part 6... (to be continued)

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