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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 5)

They say a watched pot never boils, well the same can be said
for the way some people deal with their emotions.  Every
time I looked at Carol I thought I could literally see her mind
simmering away over what we had discussed the previous
night and early that day.  Julie knew something was going on
but apart from a questioning look she didn't press the matter. 
As much as I wanted Carol to hurry up and settle her inner
qualms I equally didn't want to appear over eager and risk
upsetting her delicate emotional balance.

We had lunch, sunned ourselves, swam and chatted about our
respective work and the two week trip I had to embark on the
following day.  I so desperately wanted to ask Carol what she
had decided and every time I almost had the courage and
opportunity to speak the look in her eyes said don't.

Finally it was time to prepare for going home and each of
used the shower to remove the salt left from our swimming. 
While Carol showered Julie came and stood behind me,
wrapping her arms around me and hugging tightly.  Her touch
conveying and seeking affection, reassurance and trust. If I
was nervous waiting for Carol's decision I could only
imagine what Julie was feeling.  I turned in her arms and
cradled her head against my shoulder. Gently I stroked her
hair and kissed her forehead, knowing that no matter what
happened I could never hurt either girl.

Not knowing what to say or do I disengaged myself from
Julie's embrace with an affectionate kiss on the cheek and
moved off to start and warm the engines.  The two big Cat
3406 diesels rumbled contentedly and I went to the bow to
bring up the anchor. Neither girl liked having to clean the
mud off the chain and anchor and so I had taught each how to
manoeuver the boat in close quarters.  With everything
stowed I leaned against the bow rails and turned to watch
Carol bring the boat about and set a course back to the
estuary.  From where I was standing I could see the taut
outline of her nipples pushing against the fabric of her T-shirt 
as the breeze increased.  Shortly after Julie appeared and sat
off to the side from Carol, and although I couldn't see much
of her I imagined her cute pink aureola puckering and
standing proud as the breeze began to caress her with its
cooling touch.

I spent most of the trip back leaning on the bow rails enjoying
the sun and breeze, watching the girls gain confidence in
handling the boat.  Only as we neared the marina did I move
to the bridge and instead of taking control asked Carol if she
wanted to practice docking.  Looking somewhat dubious she
asked how, and I explained how we could throw something in
the water and she could practice slowly approaching and
manoeuvring beside it.  Julie added her support and Carol
decided to try and see how difficult it was.  To avoid
crowding her Julie and I retreated to the back of the bridge,
where she slipped both my arms around her from behind,
hugging them tightly and telling me so cold.  I could feel the
erect tips of her nipples pressing into my arms and I slowly
began to move my arms back and forth. Gently she swayed
with the movement of my arms and as she did the curves of
her behind rubbed across my cock, bringing an immediate
reaction.  My rapidly expanding erection rolled back and forth
across the crack of her bum and with a cheeky grin she smiled
and said she thought Carol had already taken care of that for
the day.  Obviously she hadn't been that deeply asleep.

Carol had a few attempts at docking us against a fender I had
thrown overboard before giving up. She'd shown a lot of
improvement and was probably better than many owners of
similar boats.  Julie had a turn next and Carol immediately
took her place in my arms, bumping against my stiff cock and
wriggling against me till it settled into a comfortable position
against her bum.  Julie had only handled the boat on two
previous occasions and while she practised Carol practised
handling me - or at least practised steering my hard-on with
the cleft of her bottom.  Up, down, round to the left and round
to the right slowly went the warm round globes of her behind,
my cock clenched against them and eagerly following.  The
smooth feel the fabric produced a warm tingling feeling along
the length of my erection and I closed my eyes as we slowly
undulated back and forth.

All too soon it was time to dock as the sun was beginning to
fall below the surrounding ridge tops.  Carol and I moved up
behind Julie and together we praised and encouraged her on
one last practice run.  Carol was definitely a little better but I
gave Julie instructions on how to line the boat up with the
marina entry channel .  Carol stood behind me and snaked her
hand around my hips and down into my shorts, engaging my
partially deflated member in a little game of "lets see if I can
get your attention back".  Needless to say she did.  

As I gave Julie steering instructions Carol stroked my cock
with a slow gentle motion. The feel of her hand sliding along
my hard length and the caress of her fingers as they raked the
underside of my head brought me to an unavoidable climax,
and I filled her palm  with quick violent spurts of hot thick
cum.  Julie was focussed on steering the boat and missed
what had happened until it was time to turn the boat right
around and reverse into the berth, a task we all felt more
comfortable about if I did it.  Fortunately my black shorts hid
the spreading cum stain from people watching on-shore but
Julie noticed. I am sure she was about to say something when
we both noticed Carol licking her fingers and smiling.  With a
giggle Julie smacked Carol mockingly across the shoulder
and they both climbed down the ladder and went to position
the fenders and warps (ropes ) as we made ready to tie up.

As soon as we had the boat stationary I dived below and
changed shorts before properly securing us to the pontoon and
piles.  As Carol slid past me at one point I hooked a finger in
her waistband and pulled her to me, whispering I'd get her
back and nibbled her neck. All too soon we were packed and
ready to head home.  One the way we discussed my trip and
how much I was going to miss both girls, so much in fact I
didn't want to leave at all.  As I drove I started thinking, not
about going away, but my return home. It had been a while
since I had taken leave (vacation) and I knew from previous
discussions with the girls they too had significant paid
holiday time owing to them, and so I asked them if we should
try and book ourselves into one of the more private five star
resorts for the week that I returned.  This suggestion was
welcomed very enthusiastically and in fact the girls decided
then and there they would take two weeks off, including the
week before my arrival.

I had high hopes for a big farewell with both girls that night
but my luck wasn't running. We arrived home to a string of
urgent messages pleading with me to leave on the last flight
that night, as I was needed urgently first thing the next
morning.  So I showered and changed while both girls packed
a bag for me and I left for the airport within an hour of us
getting home from the boat.

When all the technology associated with modern travel works
it's a miracle, what with booking systems and the complexity
of airports and aircraft.  Everything went unusually smooth
and all too soon I was thousands of kilometres away from
home.  Damn it!

My arrival went just as smoothly as the departure and it was
straight to work without even visiting the hotel first. Finally
at the end of an endlessly busy day I begged off having to
attend a business dinner and borrowed a company car to drive
to the hotel.  Along the way my imagination was working
overtime as I envisioned Carol and Julie sorting out their
issues, and hoped the grand conclusion meant I (did I mean
'I', or should I say Carol and I) could fully return the pleasure
Julie had brought us.  Beautiful images of Julie in my arms,
her body responding to mine came unbidden and left their
impression by thickening and lifting my cock - to the point
where it lay straining and throbbing down the leg of my suit
pants.

I parked the car and slowly wandered in the semi-darkness of
the hotel car park while waiting for my quite obvious
swelling to subside. Eventually I got my key and reached the 
room to have a shower after 26 hours on the go. Very
carefully I wash my penis as it is hard and fully primed like a
rocket waiting for lift off.  Towelled dry, I laid on the lounge
and tried to watch TV  but this is of little use as my cock
looms in front and bobs with metronomic precision.

I keep imagining, no fantasising, about the girls at home and
each time my mind wanders my hand slowly reaches forth
and strokes, and I get more and more rigid.  I vividly
remember their puckered erect nipples on the boat, the
smooth and soft yet firm curves that I am right now longing
to trace with a fingertip and tongue.

My imagination flips between being with Carol and Julie as
individuals.  How each girl looks, the contrasts in texture and
response and I imagine having Julie here with me now,
exploring her with my eyes, fingers and tongue, hearing and
feeling her move under my touch as I gently coax her clit
from its precious hiding place. I imagine her face as I slowly
glide my fingers over every inch of her silky skin, touching
all those places that send a shiver of delight, feeling her
wetness spread as I return to caressing the silken folds of her
pussy.  I imagine the taste of her...

No, this fantasy isn't going to go away and there's no sense
trying to distract or divert myself. I head for the bedroom and
the bottle of baby oil one of the girls had thoughtfully packed.
My cock is swollen and heavy as I slowly begin to stroke with
that rolling, sliding motion that feels so good.  In my mind I
can see Carol and Julie lying on the bed in front of me
watching.  Neither moving, just watching intently as my hand
does its slow march of self induced pleasure.  

Already I feel the pressure growing and I am going to literally
explode soon.  My cock is so hard and fat I can't make my
fingers close around it.  The head is pinky purple in contrast
to the shaft and the tip has a single drop of fluid slowly
seeping out.  I can almost see the girls in front of me, see
Carol reach forward and grab my cock, pulling me toward her
widely spread legs.  I can feel my balls drawing up as my
hand slides wildly up, down and around my cock.  So close
and as my tension rises...

Dah dit dah dah, ditty dit dah dah,  blurts out the mobile
phone on the bed side table, shattering my mental picture and
breaking my concentration. Oh shit, I literally come back to
earth with a thump and am breathing so heavily I doubt I
could talk anyway. Wiping the oil off my hand and standing
in front of the open curtains with my cock bobbing in time
with my heavily beating heart I look at the cursed phone and I
suppose it must be important at this time of night. 

It is.  It's Julie.

Desperately trying to catch my breath I answer the call before
it flicks to voice-mail and a somewhat excited Julie gushes
hello to me before launching into an excited monologue about
the resort the girls had chosen.  I don't get the opportunity to
say much before Carol comes on the line and asks how I am
and so on.  Before long she asks me why I'm out of breath
and I try and deflect the question by saying its from running
to get the phone.  I can tell her she is fooled by this for all of
five seconds, she knows I was up to something else.

I tell Carol the resort sounds great and I can hardly wait to
meet them there, to which she replies it sounds like I am
missing them already.  There is mischief in her voice, so I ask
her if she really, truly wants to know how much.  "Of course,
but let me guess anyway" is her reply, adding  "How about
Julie has a guess too - the closest gets a prize".  Carol's
teasing removes any doubt she had guessed what I had been
up to earlier so I happily played along wondering where this
was going to lead. I tell her Julie has to have first guess as
Carol has an unfair advantage from more familiarity with the
subject 'at hand'.

I lay on the bed with the phone in one hand and the other
toying with my near-fully erect cock as I listen to the girls
guess how much I miss them. Guesses ranged from the
ludicrous to the romantic until Carol changed the tone slightly
by saying to Julie that she knew exactly how much I missed
them.  After suitable prompting Carol proceeded to describe
in almost exact detail how I would be lying on the bed or
lounge, naked and stroking myself while I talk to them.  Her
powers of observation were demonstrated by going further to
describe my favourite technique for masturbation and how
hot it was to see my hard-on sliding through one or both
hands as I approached orgasm.  I could tell she was trying to
tease Julie and I and I figured she must have been feeling
quite horny to bring the conversation along this path.  Briefly
I wondered if Julie was going to chip in just how well she did
know the sight and how much she knew I loved watching her
too.

Carol then surprised me by saying to Julie "You know its
highly likely he really is sitting there like that, he was playing
with it when you rang.  But do you know why?"  I could tell
from her tone of voice in the last sentence she was about to
say something that would once again change the direction of
the conversation. After Julie's giggled "Tell me", Carol says
in a slow, sultry, teasing voice "Because he desperately wants
to make love to us right now. He's far from home and wants
to kiss and cuddle and hold us, to nibble and nuzzle and touch
us.  But most of all I bet he wants to fuck both of us!"

Her last words were met with silence and to try and defuse
any awkwardness I jested that I was so horny it would take
both girls and all the neighbouring ones to satisfy me this
night. However I knew this isn't what Carol was referring to
and I wondered what Julie was thinking.

"Well you would like to fuck me right now, wouldn't you
David?   I am very wet and ever so ready." Carol cooed down
the phone line.  "Why don't you stroke your cock and think 
how much you'd love to fuck me, how much you'd love to
fuck Julie.  You know I can see her playing with herself
beside me..." a squeal and a gale of laughter from Julie at this
last remark told me she wasn't really.   As I stroked my cock
with an unhurried rhythm I wondered if Carol was just being
suggestive to get me off, or whether there was more in
mentioning Julie in this way. 

Before long the teasing and laughing about impossible
distance, impossible erections and impossible amounts of
wetness took its toll and I really wanted to finish what I had
started earlier on.  With mock seriousness I told Carol I had
a major erection in hand, and if she expected me to cum by
myself then she had better think again, and she'd better get
her panties off and fingers busy or I was going to hang up.  

As the girl's laughter died away Julie jokingly said she had
better go to her room and let us finish and I told her she was
shy and running away from the wanking man.  I felt sure Julie
was about to leave when Carol told her to stay.  

I was quite warmed up to the idea of playing with Carol over
the phone and didn't want our fun spoilt through
embarrassment.  So I asked Carol directly if she would
masturbate with me, telling her I really wanted to hear her
pleasure as much as I wanted to feel my own.  Carol had
never masturbated in front of me, and it had taken a lot of
gentle coaxing and support to introduce her to the pleasure of
rubbing her own clit when I was inside her.  Her session on
the boat only a few days ago was the first time in our
relationship she had openly masturbated, albeit with a degree
of privacy.

Needless to say I was surprised at her answer. Carol said she
wanted to try and it was OK if Julie stayed providing the light
was off.  I asked Julie if this was OK with her and a muffled
reply said yes.  I said she sounded funny and asked if she was
staying, to which Julie giggled that since the light just went
off she was undressing and had no intention of being the odd
one out.  A redoubled surge of hardness in my groin roared its
approval as my imagination worked overtime picturing the
girls sprawled open-legged on the bed at home.  The light
might be off for real but I had crystal clear boner-vision and
the lighting and distance weren't significant at all.

For what seemed like the next millennium I caressed the girls
with soft low tones, describing in explicit, intricate detail
what I was doing to them, how much I loved them, how much
I wanted to be with them.  In my mind I built a mental picture
of us together and painted it across the telephone and onto the
imaginations of my beautiful cohorts.  Low moans and deep
sharp breathes told me how the girls were responding, my
own excitement rising as I heard theirs increasing.  My sense
of perception was heightened so much I could soon pick the
noises each girl made individually, and as I heard them I
pictured their fingers exploring, caressing and rubbing the
warm wetness between their own legs.  As I describing my
tongue making slow licks across Carol's clitoris I heard Julie
begin to climax and Carol quickly followed.   My own cum
was soon going to let fly but I could hear both girls were still
very much aroused and from the sounds continuing to
pleasure themselves.  My desire and curiosity to see if they
would orgasm a second time held my own in check and I
changed the course of my oral caresses.

I focussed on Carol and began telling her how much I wanted
to feel myself slipping inside her, how I was slowly filling
and stretching her, feeling the welcoming embrace of her lips
and the wet kiss they imparted as they swallowed the swollen
pink head of my cock.  I told her to reach down and run a
finger around her opening and  just inside herself as she
stroked her clit with the other hand. I could tell from her
breathing and little groans and moans she was inwardly
focussed and going to cum very soon.

Next I started on Julie.  I told her to roll over and get on her
knees, to lower her upper body so one hand could cup a
beautiful hanging breast and play with the nipple.  Her other
hand was snake back between her legs and spread her wetness
around her pussy, to make herself wet and ready to receive
my cock.  I told her to imagine I was behind her, my cock
pointing stiff and proud as I watched her prepare herself, my
hands stroking the long thick shaft that was soon going to
press against her and slowly, gently bury itself deep within
her.   I asked if she was ready. A whispered yes was all I
needed and she whispered it between deep sighing breathes.

I told Julie to imagine reaching back between her legs and
grasping my heavily swollen erection, to remember what it
felt like as she placed me in Carol's mouth that day on the
boat.  To imagine rubbing her clit as she placed me within her
entrance and to imagine pushing back to slide me within her a
little at a time.  Inch by inch I described my cock disappearing
into her hot, tight, silky tunnel, what I could feel and what I
could see.  My own orgasm was literally about to burst forth
and there would be no stopping it this time. Struggling to
control my breathing I described us locked together passion,
our rhythm pushing us to bursting point.

With a groan I announced to the girls I was cumming and
intense contractions of pleasure contorted my body as a
copious quantity of semen shot forth over my neck, chest and
abdomen.  Through my own breaths and moans I heard Carol
and then Julie join me, this time though both girls sounded
like they were heading for orbit and an age passed before they
both passed into peaceful repose.  Clearly they were both
spent, as was I.  Quietly I told them I loved them and missed
them and it was Carol who immediately replied they loved
and missed me too.  The way she said it brought me a
wonderful feeling of joy and contentment.

Eventually we said our last lingering good nights and after a
quick clean up I was asleep within minutes, dreaming of what
we had shared.

End of Part 5... (to be continued)

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