
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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previously titled Love Times Three and published in 1999
(by the author) and it has now been partially re-written
(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-ing Times (Part 1 of 3)

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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