Lesley and Denny do a threesome. - Sex Stories

Lesley and Denny do a threesome.

... him seriously. I recalled the time we spent in her darkroom many months ago. It must be her favourite phrase. We did nothing else after this but watch the film and joke about how many cocks this woman gets. We also drink lots of Dennis’s beer. Later that night, I lay in bed thinking about what had happened. I realised that I was too reserved. “It’s obvious that she fancies me and that they have been chatting about it together. The next time, I am going to urge things on a bit!” I think. Two days later Dennis comes to my house and chats away in his usual manner and declares that “this next batch of beer is the best ever!” and I should come over this Friday evening to have some. Later, when alone he whispered excitedly, “Lesley says that if you are good, she’ll put on a fashion show for us!” I recognised this as my chance to set the scene. “I hope she doesn’t wear too much!” I joked, hoping it is not taken as a joke. “You’ll see!” he replied grinning in his boyish way, his nostrils flinching as usual when he is close to laughing. On Friday, I went alone to Dennis and Lesley’s and soon Dennis and I are sitting in the lounge watching yet another video and drinking our first glass of beer. “Lesley’s upstairs getting her clothes ready and having a long soak in the bath. You’ll love her tonight!” “Is she going to wear something sexy and see through?” I joked. This time I am confident that we will do more than flirt. “You’ll see!” I felt sure that we could go a lot farther ...

... tonight and I am determined not to sit back waiting for things to happen. I intend to push things. Half an hour later, the film finished along with the large container of beer. “Hey Bruce! Put another film in while I get us more of this heavenly juice.” He said using our pretend Australian names; we both call each other Bruce! “Sure thing Bruce!” I reply in the correct mode. Ignoring the titles of the smut films I put one in the VCR. I fast-forward it to avoid the adverts and watch some good action until Dennis returns. This one is about a mature woman (in her 40s), my favourite blue movie, one that Dennis borrowed again just for me. We sit and enjoy the scene as this lovely woman showers and gets into her bed. Lesley joins us at last after more than an hour. “Hell, you must have had a long bath!” I joked at her. “I wish I was your flannel!” The lounge is dark, the thick curtains drawn to block out the summer evening light. Lesley wears a heavy, thick dress, something she had purchased from a charity shop. It was very old fashioned and smelled of mothballs! Dark blue, the heavy cloth hung from the tight waist to her feet; it also went up to her chest, disappearing under a short cloak with a hood. The hood hung loose over Lesley’s hair and framed her face. She walked by us and stood in the centre of the room, blocking the action on the screen, something we had both stopped watching. She stood still and allowed Dennis and I to make comments about her. As all the things were ...