Teased a Trois

I spent last night alone in a king sized bed, one with easily space enough for one or two other people, and wondered why I was so foolish as to be lying here so alone and so hard. As much fun as the other night was (and it was fun) we did not even scratch the surface of what I wanted to do with you, to you, in you. If only the hours had sped by so that it was tonight and you were again in my arms.



I'm imagining what you teased me with, that you had another friend who might join us, and the thought of that sends shivers up my spine. I had never imagined such a gift, and now I want it so very much.

The thought of taking your friend in my arms and kissing her softly and gently, then with increasing force, on her lips and then up the line of her jaw, while massaging her scalp to release the tension of her day, while you hold us both from the side, your hands lower on our bodies, rubbing her shoulders, caressing my ass. The curves of one body pressed against another pressed against a third....

Kissing her down the line of her neck, across the hollow of her throat and down into the rise of her cleavage, with one of my arms moving around to encircle you, making the embrace even more communal, my fingers gliding up and down your back, across every sensitive curve.

Your friends hands clutching my shoulders and head as I move to explore her breasts, slowly and teasingly tasting each arch, across her visible cleavage along the lines of her bikini tan, running my tongue along the triangles marking where the sun has kissed her and where it as not, knowing that I have the better of it because I can kiss her everywhere. And then, once both of her breasts are properly teased, both of her nipples aching erect, having her pull my head back up for a kiss, and then moving my head over to give you some attention.

You have been kissing and nibbling at my neck and shoulders, one hand down between the two other forms in this trio, caressing and massaging my very hard cock, your fingers making promises for later. At points I felt the back of your hand along my skin and wonder what your fingers are doing; most likely taking a turn equally arousing your friend, catching in your fingers of her pubic hair, running along the point where her hips join her legs, that perfect triangle that directs one inevitably down to where she wants me to go. Does she want you to go there as well, or am I to pleasure you both all night?

If so, I will do all that I can, mouth and tongue at the ready, to fulfill whatever promises you may have made. I want so much for it to be tonight, love.