                                            
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
(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 7)

The bungalow was bathed in the soft glow of candle light. 
Carol had obviously planned this before the girls had left and
brought with her the wonderfully scented, slow burning
candles we all loved to use around our home.  The low
flickering light and dancing shadows forged an intimate, 
secret world that existed only for Julie and I.  

One vase of flowers had been moved into the lounge and two
dewy glasses of still white wine waited for us on the low table
next to the sofa.  I looked down the short hall and saw that
candlelight spilled from the bathroom and Julie's bedroom,
but the doorway to Carol's and my room was dark.  Quietly I
looked inside and with some surprise found it empty, just a
single white envelope left on the bed.

With Julie in tow I entered and opened the envelope.  I must
admit I was somewhat distressed over what might be in it. 
With an arm about each other we read Carol's note in the
reflected candlelight spilling from the bathroom.  She had
obviously taken a long time with this, the flowing script
carefully positioned on the page and surrounded by a
watercolour of native flowers.

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Real love is hard to find, yet I have found it.

Love is what you make it, and I will always want to make it
special.

Love can be wondrous, and what I have is wonderful.

Love should be shared and I treasure what is shared with me

Tonight is for you two alone, to love just each other, and 
tomorrow, together, our love will go forth and know no
bounds.

C
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Neither of us could say anything as we embraced and held
each other tightly, the note in my hand behind Julie.  Finally I
kissed Julie's hair and said quietly "She's special, isn't she?"
and felt her nodded agreement against my cheek.

We moved back into the lounge and settled on the sofa with
the glasses of wine.  "To us, and to Carol for being
wonderful" said Julie as she raised her glass in the time
honoured gesture of an informal toast.  "Yes, to all of us" I
replied just before our glasses touched.

As we sipped wine our eyes never left off looking into those
of the other.  With slightly uncomfortable smiles we snuggled
together, Julie turning to lie along the sofa to face slightly
toward me and cuddling in close to my chest.  My free hand
caressed her hair, her cheek and her neck, my lips kissing her
hair and her forehead and whispering how much I loved her.  

Julie looked at me and I could have happily melted into her
gaze at that moment.  With one finger she reached out and
held my chin for effect as she quietly told me she loved me
too, and how this was the happiest she had ever been. 
Memories may be made of this, but what followed made them
unforgettable.

We kissed.  Slowly and gently, exploring and cherishing the
feel of each others lips.  Fighting back the burning desire to
rush and crush ourselves together we built on our
anticipation, the knowledge of what was to follow wrapping
us in a blanket of intimacy, security and love.

Julie was wearing a long, sky-blue , halter neck, flowing silk-
blend dress and I could feel the heat of her passion rising
through the soft, thin material as my hand caressed her
shoulders and arms.  My arm brushed across her breast and as
the hard nipple traced across my skin she involuntarily gasped
through our kiss.  With flushed faces and thumping hearts we
left the lounge and moved into the bedroom.

Standing beside the bed I enveloped Julie in an embrace that
started with my hands on her hips, my fingers tracing their
way across her back and drawing upwards along her spine
and over her shoulders.  Our lips lock together, our tongues
probing and touching, testing and pleasing as we caress and
touch each other more urgently.  Julie's fingers are likewise
busy exploring my back, shoulders and chest. Our breathing
is heavy and our soft moans and whispered endearments fill
each others ears.

Julie lovingly unbuttons my shirt and slips it to the floor.
Levering my pants over my demanding erection she allows
them to slip to the floor, dragging my underwear with them
but leaving my cock untouched.  With a hand on my chest
Julie pushes me back a little and reaches up to undo the halter
neck of her dress.  Gathering the fabric across her chest and
drawing me back into her embrace I feel her melt against me
as our kisses resume with what is now almost wild abandon.

My mouth works from her lips to her ear, kissing and
nibbling its way down her neck and around her throat, Julie's
gasps telling me to continue and I slowly sink to one knee,
my hands caressing down her shoulders and around her back
as I lower myself.  My lips trace the outline of the swell of
her breasts through the silky smooth fabric. They explore,
raking back and forth around her nipple, occasionally
brushing it with my teeth through the dress fabric, teasing it
and bringing it forth to grow and stand proud under the now
damp material.

Julie caresses my hair as I slide the dress down to flip over
the tight pink bud, her aureola puckered and more prominent
than I had seen before.  Firmly I draw her breast into my
mouth, my tongue swirling over her nipple in rapid, broad,
flat strokes.  Julie's slight moans bring encouragement and I
run my hands around to follow the flaring curve of her hips
and buttocks. My fingers run down the back of her legs and
then pause to unstrap and remove her shoes. 

Resuming with a caress along the sole of each foot my hands
and fingers now move under the hem of her dress and begin
to climb their way along her calves to caress behind her
knees.  My mouth leaves one beautiful breast to allow her
dress to fall free from the other, where without hesitation my
mouth seeks and finds the other hard, sweet nipple.

My cock is incredibly hard and swollen, its heavy mass tugs
at my groin as I worship the body of this beautiful woman. 
My fingers rise again, following the backs of her thighs until
my hands cup and massage the firm globes of her behind
before carefully sliding a pair of thin, delicate lace panties
down her legs and onto the floor.

Releasing her breast I stand before Julie and hug her against
me tightly before turning her around to envelope her in my
arms from behind.  Once again our lips meet and my hands
emerge from under the folds of the dress as Julie releases it to
its final journey.  Gracefully it slithers down and across my
erection, dropping to the floor and allowing the fire of our
passion to meld us together.

My hands cup and massage Julie's lovely firm yet soft flesh.
The hard little bud of each breast is nestled into the palm of
my hands so that each movement draws back and forth
with tiny exquisite motions.  My cock nestles into the small
of her back, the rhythmic pulsations telegraphing to her body
my urgent desire. Julie reaches around and runs her open
hand up, along and around the rigid flesh and I can't help but
moan with the pleasure of her touch.   One of my hands trails
down over her tummy, questing for the first sign of honey
blonde curls, and once finding them my fingers begin to
explore the soft thin hair covering her mons.

Each could feel the other wanting to move to the bed, yet
neither wanted to break our embrace just yet.  So we
remained in this position savouring the touch of our skin, the
kisses we had longed to share for so long and luxuriating in
the love we felt for each other.  We had been intimate on one
level for so long that the move to the next level made us feel
like we were leaving something behind. Although a new level
of intimacy was imminent the old one was familiar and
comfortable, special and unique to us alone.

With a playful yet almost shy smile, Julie caresses my cheek
and says "Are we ever going to do this?"  And I playfully
murmur "Maybe.  I might change my mind". 

With a mischievous twinkle Julie suddenly whirls in my arms
and says "Then I'd better get started, hadn't I" and
manoeuvres me to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing me
back onto my elbows and kneeling between my legs. 
"Maybe, he says" she quips with a grin as she  wraps her
hands around my cock.

Slowly Julie strokes me and in a soft voice says "Do you have
any idea how long I have wanted you to myself, even for just
one time?"   

I remove her hands and sit up, pull her into my arms and 
draw her onto the bed to lie beside me.  "Do you have any
idea how much I longed to be able to hold you, to touch you
and kiss you and make love to you?"

Both of us knew the answers to these questions already, and
words were replaced by actions as we kissed and once again
began to caress, stroke and explore each other.  This time our
touches were more fervent, quickly seeking the special places
we had each longer to touch on the other.

My fingers wound their way back to the damp curls and
carefully began their quest. Julie still lay facing me, our
kisses deep and exhilarating. As my fingers moved she lifted
her leg in an invitation for me to touch her for what could be
said was really the first time.  My erection was soon
enveloped in the warm firm grip of Julie's hand and her
fingers began to explore the length and girth of the rigid shaft
as it lay between us.  The physical pleasures of our touch
were one thing, but the total feeling of the two of us finally
being together was almost overwhelming.

My parted fingers ran a course down each side of her heated
lips, not quite touching the super-sensitive flesh but
nonetheless promising it would not be long till they did. 
Julie's inner thighs were wet with spill-over from her
anticipation and desire and my fingers glided across the slick
smooth skin surrounding her swollen pink petals.  As our
arousal and passion built it seemed we merged to form one
entity, the ebb and flow of emotion passing seamlessly from
one to the other. Through this connection I felt just the  right
moment to allow one finger to slip between her lips, and with
another finger each side of her sex, quickly draw them up and
through the drenched, burning folds to touch, caress and
cherish the hard nub of her clitoris.  Julie's quiet moans came
to me through our kiss and her hand ceased its movement on
my near-bursting cock as I drew the delicate hood of her flesh
under my finger and pushed it relentlessly back and forth
across her clit.

Suddenly she broke our kiss and cupped my face, and I knew
what she wanted before she even drew breath to ask.  I
slowed my fingers to a more gentle motion and looked into
her eyes.  

"Did Carol tell you..." she began and I stopped her with a
finger to her lips. "I know..." and Julie placed her fingers on
my lips just as I had done to her..  

I wanted to tell her how special I thought she was, and how if
she was doing this for any other reason than because she felt
ready, then I would be happy just to love her and make love
to her in any other way she wished.  As it was, words just
weren't necessary, we both knew more than mere words
could convey anyway.

After one more lingering kiss we moved so that we lay facing
one another, still on our sides, touching from toes to lips, our
hips in perfect alignment.   I moved back to allow my cock to
slip from between us and into the gap between Julie's parted
legs.  The wet heat of her pussy radiated against the swollen
head and upper shaft of my fully engorged and eager member. 
I led her hand down to grasp my cock and with my hand
around hers we both guided it to nestle between and along the
gaping pink wetness of her pussy lips.  

With lingering tender kisses and our hands holding my penis
in place we began to undulate our bodies against one another
in a wonderfully natural but unbidden rhythm.  The long,
thick protrusion ran to and fro along her channel, becoming
slick and silky in our hands. The ridge of the head peeling and
folding her lips back, driving from her clitoris down to her
opening. Over and over at a relentless unchanging pace that
was slow enough to allow us to savour every exquisite feeling
yet quick enough to keep building our arousal.

Julie's breathing was now ragged, as was mine.  On each
down stroke her fingers began to push my cock inwards and I
could feel her opening up a little more each time. Soon I
could feel the head of my erection popping just inside the
entrance of her vagina and I shifted to allow a little more to
enter her with each gentle thrust.

A few seconds later Julie broke our kiss and pushed me back
to kneel between her widely spread legs.  I leaned forward
and over her, an arm each side, arching my back so I could
kiss her as she reached down and placed the tip of my turgid
penis against the hot, wet, slippery entrance of her
womanhood.  With one hand on my penis, Julie used her
other hand on my hip to draw me forward and into her for the
first time.  I kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheek and her neck
as I slowly withdrew a little and moved forward again.  Three
or four times with infinite care we rose and fell together as we
gently opened her depths.  Her soft gasps were clearly of
pleasure as she whispered the words "So good" over and
over.   Eventually I was fully and deeply inside of her and I
allowed my body to rest lightly upon hers, with only my hips
producing a gentle rocking motion.  

Julie's hand pressed down on my back to still me. "Are you
alright?" I whispered and she nodded against my neck as she
held me tightly "Just let me feel you there, don't move for a
moment" and so I nuzzled her neck as I felt her body pressed
tightly against mine, savouring the closeness and togetherness
and the wondrous sensation of being engulfed completely
within her.  Before too long she released her arms from
around me and her hips began to undulate once more.  

With her eyes closed and her lips lightly parted, Julie had a
look of concentration on her face and I felt she was mentally
exploring and memorising every sensation individually. 
Slowly her eyes opened and while mouthing the words "Lift
up" she pushed me up to once again arch over her.  In this
position I was free to use the full length of my
cock to good effect, drawing it almost completely out before
sliding it deep within her.  Slowly at first and then more
rapidly as I watched her face for any sign of discomfit or
unease I began to fuck her with long, firm strokes. 

Very soon, on each stroke Julie's hips rose and rolled with
me. I looked down between us and  saw her hand, fingers
splayed, tightly pushing down above her pubis.  Still arched
over her, using one hand for support, I reached down and
pushed her hand down and placed her fingers over her clit.
Without any hesitation or embarrassment she began to
quickly and eagerly rub her clitoris as my cock surged in and
out of her.

Our initial tender love making now changed to unbounded
raw fucking.  Fucking intended solely  for the sake of our
bodies desperate need for release.  My cock pounded into
Julie to a rapid tempo and she responded in kind with her
fingers and hips.  

Time became meaningless, but after what could only have
been a minute or two Julie arched her back under me and the
flush signalling her impending orgasm rose and spread over
her upper body.  Huge raking breathes shuddered through her
after each wave and I could clearly feel her pussy alternately
contracting and releasing around me.  I slowed my thrusts and
focussed on Julie, sharing her release and marvelling at how
beautiful she looked at this most intimate of moments.  

Not unexpectedly, her orgasm lasted longer than my self
control and pent up arousal unleashed in an explosion of
pleasure and relief.  With my cock buried in Julie wave after
wave of powerful contractions surged through my lower
body, ending in an eruption deep inside her that overflowed
as we both gasped and heaved together. 

Our bodies entwining and coming to rest, we lay facing each
other again, my organ still enclosed in the warmth,
security and comfort of Julie's nether regions.  With utter
contentment I stroked and kissed the top of her head and held
her close as she snuggled on my shoulder.  Yet again words
weren't necessary and after a little repositioning we drifted
off to sleep with Julie tucked into my arms.  Maybe it was
familiarity since we had been living under the same roof for a
while, or perhaps it was a sense of fulfilment because neither
one of us had any trouble sleeping soundly and peacefully
right through the night.

Next morning I half awoke and without opening my eyes,
tentatively reached out to find if Julie was still beside me.  As
soon as I realised she wasn't I awoke fully and with an
immediate sense of concern.  I got partially dressed in pants
more for decorum than modesty and left the bedroom in
search of Julie, or Carol.  First thing I noticed was the closed
door to Carol's and my room, and then second, that the
bathroom door was open. I was tempted to see if Carol was
back but thought the better thing to do was find Julie first.

The balcony doors were open and a breeze stirred the curtains
but she wasn't outside.  I had noticed her dress, shoes and
lace knickers were still on the bedroom floor, and her casual
sandals were in the entry way. I don't think she could have
gotten clothes out of the closet without waking me, so I
figured she hadn't left the bungalow.  That only left one other
place that she might be. Very quietly I approached the door
and listened intently.

"Stop listening at the door and go and make coffee. We'll be
out in a minute or so" came Carol's voice load and clear.  I
really do need to practice sneaking around.  So, I retired to the
kitchen after grabbing a shirt and making a bathroom stop,
thinking that if they weren't in a hurry, neither was I.  Well
that's what I told myself anyway.

Ten minutes later, with coffee and raisin toast on the
breakfast bar, the girls finally appeared.  Both were dressed in
t-shirts that were mine, and which were only just long enough
to cover all the interesting bits.  Even seeing something so
domestically simple started me conjuring all kinds of
interesting thoughts about what was under those t-shirts.

"Good morning" said Carol as she came up to me, grabbed
me by the shirtfront and pulled me into solid kiss.  "I love
you" she added as she turned, with a flash of blue panty from
under the shirt, collected her coffee and sat at the bar.

"My turn" added Julie, giving me a kiss and a long hug. "I
love you too.  Aren't you lucky?" Then she too collected her
coffee and sat.  Both of them had that 'whatever-you-say-
now-had-better-be-good' look.  So I grabbed my coffee, a
piece of toast, kissed each on the top of the head with a
matching "I love you too" and headed for the safety of the
balcony.  Discretion often being better than valour.

It wasn't long before the girls joined me on the balcony and
we started chatting about what we might do that day, the
music the night before and anything but the changed dynamic
of our relationship.  I knew damned well they had been
talking about it already and I was itching to know the details.  


So I decided I needed to get it out in the open for my own
sake and asked Julie what time she got up, only to be told
"Oh, a while ago".  Next I tried asking Carol what time she
came in last night, only to be told "I don't know, very late".

Sometimes when stumbling around in the dark you have to
take that first step and hope it isn't into the abyss, and so I
reached out to take Carol's hand.

"Sweetheart, thank you so much for what you did for us last
night.  It was wonderful.  I loved what you wrote.  Are you
okay with everything, do you want to talk with me?"

"Not yet.  Julie and I talked it through this morning, and we
know where we stand.  You have to think about where you
stand, and I still have to think about everything a few more
times. Then we'll talk. Don't worry, I love you and that's not
going to change" and she smiled in a way that reassured me
that things were indeed going to be alright. Eventually.  I
hoped.

I looked at Julie.  "How about you?  Are you comfortable, is
there anything bothering you?" and with a slightly shy smile
she shook her head and sipped her coffee.  

Dazed and confused.  Well, in a warm, fuzzy kind of way that
was how I felt the day started for me.  Surely this had to be
more complicated than us immediately settling into a happy
little trio. I hoped it wasn't, but just in case, I decided to be
ultra-charming and considerate of these two special ladies for
the foreseeable future.

As the morning unfolded we went about our various things to
do in a completely ordinary manner.  Being a very tactile
person I like touching and playfully kissing those I love, just
in passing and for no reason at all.  I had always done that
with Carol and today was no exception. After a little initial
hesitation I was soon doing the same with Julie too.  

I made sure Carol was aware of, and present, for each of
those first few times, and after the third time it may have been
a little too obvious as she walked over, held my chin and
stared into my eyes. "It really is OK, stop worrying" she said
before turning away.

I followed every twitch of the tail of that almost-too-short t-
shirt as she headed off to the bathroom for a shower.  White,
blue, white, white, blue, white.   I almost sighed.


With Carol temporarily indisposed I turned to Julie and asked
her what they had talked about, only to be told that Carol was
right, I had nothing to worry about.  She turned to walk away
but stopped part way and turned back. "And, I couldn't be
happier" she said, kissed me on the lips and then went to find
her swim-suit.  

Of course I followed every twitch in the tail of that almost-
too-short t-shirt too.  There was no rewarding flash of
knickers this time and just to show I really must have been a
little befuddled, it was a lot later that it came to me she
probably wasn't wearing any.  Damn.

We all had showers, alone, and headed off to the main pool
area.  This particular resort has one main pool - in the shape
of a large lagoon and attached restaurant and bar, and smaller
pools scattered throughout the complex.  Being a shoulder
season it wasn't too busy and we were the only people there
at that time. The girls draped themselves on sun-lounges and I
swam a few laps of the pool.  

I had every intention of ignoring work for the whole week
and after towelling off I wandered off to the resort library to
see if they had anything that might interest me.  James A
Michener's "Space" caught my eye. It seemed big enough to
keep me interested for a few days so I checked it out and
headed back to the pool.   (Sideline - I wound up buying the
book from the resort, and still have it.  Not only did I like it
but it serves as a reminder of those special days)

When I arrived back at the pool Julie was in the water and I
sat next to Carol.  Leaning over I kissed her on the forehead. 
"You look great in that bikini, but I couldn't take my eyes off
you in that t-shirt this morning.  I kept getting flashes of your
cute blue knickers from under the hem. Very alluring".  

She looked over her sunglasses and blew me a kiss before
reaching for my book.  "Just a little light reading David. 
You're here with two women who love you, and you get a
thousand page book to keep you entertained."  

"So, I'm a realist, or are you dropping hints - you
know I can take the book back or just leave it right here" I replied. 

Carol looked over her glasses at me again.  "No keep it, but I
bet you won't finish it this trip.  In fact I'll make sure of it."
she added the last bit with a grin as she pushed her glasses
back up.



End of Part 7... (to be continued)

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