WARNING: Graphic and explicit descriptions of sexual activity involving sexual intercourse, oral sex and masturbation in a caring and loving but unconventional relationship. . Do not proceed to read this if you are under the legal age for viewing such material or you are in a place or under a jurisdiction that makes the reading or possession of such material illegal. If you have received this material unsolicited it is not due to the author distributing it in that manner. This story is archived under the author name "David Tucker" at alt.sex.stories text repository (asstr): https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/David_Tucker_Stories/ or sent by email only in response to a direct request. If you have received it in error then please notify the author immediately by email (davtckr@telstra.com). Copyright has been notarised and reproduction in whole or part without permission is prohibited. The author has the 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). If you have a moral objection to me writing this story or find the content or topic objectionable then stop reading it now. The author believes in personal liberty and freedom of speech that does not incite hatred or harm others. If you do not like the story because of your beliefs then please understand that I may not share some of those beliefs and may in fact find them as offensive as you find mine. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please let me know if you enjoyed what I have written. If you haven't enjoyed it, taking note of the last paragraph below, let me know. One cannot grow in any endeavour without constructive criticism. Please feel free to critique by sending email to davtckr@telstra.com If you have a moral objection to me writing this story or find the topic objectionable in itself then stop reading this type of material in general. The author believes in personal liberty and free speech that does not incite hatred. If you do not like the story because of your beliefs then please understand that I may not share some of those beliefs. E-mail telling me otherwise will be enthusiastically ignored.tritimes_1