Lesley and Denny do a threesome. - Sex Stories

Lesley and Denny do a threesome.

... complimentary, she rotated slowly for us. I felt such excitement in my belly, hoping, yet somehow knowing that this could become such a sexy event. Dennis filled the room with adoring compliments to her; I nodded and agreed with all of them, which, I am sure she discarded with all of the usual things that we say to her. This time though, the atmosphere is very different. Lesley smiles at us and slowly walks over to her man. Bending toward him, she picks up the beaker of beer and pours some into his glass. I see him grin at her as he looks down to her chest. I can only imagine what he is seeing. She stands up and turns to me offering me more beer. I drink what is left and nod to her. As she bends forward, she brings out her other hand and clamps the front flaps of the cloak over her chest. I let out a sigh that showed my disappointment looking at Lesley as she grinned back to me, magnificently superior. I know I am being teased and I thrill at the frustration this causes me. I drink from the glass and Dennis and I look up to Lesley who steps around the room as if she were inspecting the contents. I feel brave as well as cheated. I stand and approach her. “You must be boiling in all these clothes!” I say to her and turn her to face her man. She pulls the cloth tight to her chest again as she looks closely at Dennis. I reach in front and undo the two buttons at her neck that secure the cloak. She holds the cloth tightly; Dennis nods at her to play on. I pull the hood from her ...

... head and stand behind her as I smooth her hair back from her face. Standing close to her, I smell the scent of her clean hair. I let out a slight sigh and Lesley leans back just a little into my arms. I whisper to her, “Let go babes!” and try to pull the cloak open. She holds the flaps closed in just one hand but does not try to stop me removing the top. Slowly, I pull the thick cloth apart exposing her shoulders; I can see that her chest in naked and I thrill at the sight of her, still covered but exposed. As I become more persistent, she allows the cloth to fall. I look over her shoulders to Dennis who rubs his hands with c***dish glee, then to her breasts. Heavy, the soft flesh hangs over the bodice of the dress, exposed to our greedy eyes. I stop and enjoy the moment; I pretend that I am giving Lesley time to stop but in fact, I take in the detail of her fine natural shape. My tool is aching with desire and excitement, not solid yet, but in a state that is full of sensuous potential. I look at Dennis and at Lesley. She relaxes more into my arms, her back in my chest, I know things are cool. I whisper to her truthfully that I love her breasts. For the first time, I look at them, nipples long and dark, point at her man in front of us. Bravely, excitedly, I let my hand move in front of her and lift gently the softness of her right breast. “Don’t!” she said to me. “..start anything I can’t finish!” I carried on her phrase. She grinned knowingly at me. “I’ve started,” I said, ...