Threesome and Other Tales of Sex in the Real World

I was in a bathroom in the Intercontinental Hotel, Sydney. I’d had a pee and was standing with my long black skirt in my hand, still with top, stockings and lacy black panties on. I was about to fuck a man I’d met only about an hour earlier.
My heart was beating hard. What on earth was I doing here?
What had possessed me to come up to his room?
And yet I was excited, aroused at what I was doing! This adventurous, perhaps risky behaviour was new territory for me.
‘Calm down’, I told myself. ‘You can’t let him get the impression that you’re naive and breathless. You must appear as a woman of the world. Just settle down, go out there and do what comes naturally’.
I took several deep breaths, then opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
‘Here goes!’ I thought.
(from ‘Hello Sailor(s)’

After the soup Brian declared it time for upskirt photography to check on panty status. Andrew’s name was drawn and he was given the job. Brian provided a digital camera. Mae instructed the ladies to pull up their skirts and to part their legs in order to ensure good shots of them. They shrieked with laughter.
Brian removed a couple of chairs to allow Andrew to crawl under the table. A series of camera flashes went off. He handed the camera to Brian. In a short time the shots were ready on the big tv screen.
Woman one wore no panties and had a trimmed bush with visible lips. She got a round of applause.
‘Great shot, friend’, said someone. ‘How did you manage to keep your hand from shaking?’
‘With difficulty’, replied Andrew, taking a draught of red wine.
Woman two wore tiny white panties that just covered her bits and pieces. One of the men complained:
‘Could we not take that shot again, without the white patch?’
Woman three got better, with no panties and a full wax. The camera lens did justice to her lips. There were audible sounds of admiration from both men and women.
Woman four wore black panties. The shot caught the pattern of the lace but no flesh was revealed.
Woman five had no panties and a full bush.
Andrew led the men’s applause and proposed a toast:
‘To the Ladies!’
(from ‘Dinner Party’)

By then it was time for lunch. Charlotte put my black silk shirt again and our friend and I put on hotel gowns. At one point I told a joke and Charlotte rocked back with laughter, exposing her hairless slit. Both sets of male eyes went straight to the centre of the universe.
I had wondered how things would resume after lunch and I had given my lady a code word to use if she wanted me to initiate proceedings. I needn’t have worried. At the appropriate time she simply stood up, discarded the black shirt, paraded her nakedness across to the bed, lay on her belly, looked at us with a bold glance and asked ‘Who’s going first?’
Such a comment can come only from a sexually confident woman.
Charlotte is nothing if not that.
Our friend looked at me and I nodded for him to have his turn. His cock was up and ready to go. He rolled on the necessary then mounted her from behind, again gazing constantly at her bum cheeks.
He stretched her bum hole then put a fingertip into it while he thrust into her cunt. She reached under herself to stroke her clit, provoking a lovely loud orgasm that nearly bucked him off her body.
(from ‘Threesome’)

He rang through the order and asked for the wine to be brought up immediately. We looked at the view while waiting for the knock on the door.
He poured us a glass each and we continued to look out at the lights.
‘You know something, I need to kiss you’, he remarked with a smile, putting both our glasses aside.
‘And I’m waiting to be kissed’, I said genuinely.
We started kissing gently but quickly progressed into high passion.
We broke off only to regain our breath.
‘God you can kiss!’ he said with feeling. Then we got back to business.
By the time the food arrived he had me up against the wall, with his hand up my dress and down my panties. We were kissing mindlessly, urgently, lips and tongues working mutual magic. At some stage I felt for his cock and was very pleased with what I found…….
‘Let’s eat’, he said.
‘Food first, then you can eat me’, I thought to myself.
The food and wine were a wonderful combination. I’d only ordered an appetiser as I don’t enjoy sex on a full stomach. It was a seafood dish, beautifully cooked. We chatted away about anything as we ate and drank. There were lots of meaningful looks and smiles of wicked intent.
He poured the last of the wine.
‘I think we should make things more interesting’, I said and took off my dress, leaving on black stay-up stockings and black panties. He stripped to his brief underpants but he looked so silly with his hard cock stuck in them that I told him to take them off.
(from ‘A Night I Cheated’)

Two girlfriends and I were chatting one evening over dinner and a glass of wine. The conversation turned to favourite female fantasies. On our second glass we agreed to share each other’s favourites.
One fantasised being tied to a bed, even blindfolded as well, to experience the sense of helplessness as a man took her roughly.
The second wanted to have sex with one or two other women.
It came my turn to tell. My fantasy involved having several men touch me, kiss me, even fuck me. We would all be stylishly dressed to start, the men in black ties. They would be older men, distinguished looking. We would be in a beautiful old home with extensive grounds.
I would be the only woman present.
‘How many men do you think to have involved?’ I was asked.
I’d never considered a precise number and I had to give the question much thought, finally answering ‘Maybe 5 . . . or 6 . . .’ In my fantasy world I thought I could handle that number.
Inevitably the question arose if we’d seek to realise our fantasies one day or simply cherish them to be imagined in private moments.
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to make up our minds about our true intentions.
I broke the silence.
‘Tell you what, let’s all commit to making it happen . . . say, within the next three years. Let’s report back in three years, on this table in this restaurant. Let’s make it a mutual dare’.
We looked at each other then burst into laughter.
‘Well?’ I asked and held out a hand to each of the others. We joined hands.
‘Let’s say ‘Yes’ together on a count of three’.
‘1-2-3 . . . ‘Yes!’
(from ‘Fulfilling a Fantasy’)

Funny one: how to lose a bet. We were in a Vegas hotel room for a weekend. We’d taken a limo to the hotel from the airport and had kissed and cuddled and groped in adolescent fashion all the way.
In the hotel room things heated up and Lesley took my cock in her hand. We were both in need of dinner but fooled around for a few minutes before going out. We both became aware of a long strand of prostate fluid making its way towards the carpet. We stopped kissing and just watched, fascinated. Lesley bet me the cost of dinner that it would not reach the floor without breaking. (from ‘A Passionate Relationship)