Three Times The Fire - Sex Stories

Three Times The Fire

... sat down on the floor next to the fire. They chatted about local politics, the restaurant business and Tom’s work, which took him abroad frequently though he was still fairly non-specific about what he did for a living. There was a lull in the conversation after a while, Polly staring deeply into the fire. She turned and smiled at her friend and Tom. “So, have you decided which one of us you want to fuck yet?” Beverly asked. Tom, thinking the question had been meant for him, nearly spit out his wine, but Beverly was staring intently at Polly. Polly turned red and Beverly laughed. Beverly moved left the couch and joined Polly in front of the fire. “Oh come on, admit it,” Beverly smiled. “I’ve caught you looking at me more than once. And him,” she gestured toward Tom, “He’s hard not to look at.” Beverly stood up and walked over to Polly. Taking Polly’s glass, she put it on the table. She took Polly’s hands in hers and moved close to her, close enough that Polly could feel her breath on her cheek and smell the wine on her lips. “Would you like me to kiss you?” “Yes,” Polly said, blushing a little. Beverly leaned forward. Smiling, she took Polly’s face in her hands and brought her lips slowly to Polly’s. Their mouths opened and they fell into a deep embrace. Beverly took Polly’s hand and placed it on her breast. Polly squeezed it urgently through Beverly’s sweater. Bev pulled away from Polly a little and smiled as she pulled her sweater over her head revealing the red bra Tom ...

... had noticed earlier. Polly went for Bev’s cleavage immediately, holding both breasts firmly and licking between them. Beverly tugged at the bottom of Polly’s sweatshirt and pulled it over Polly’s head revealing a dainty little white bra. Beverly dispensed with the bra immediately, removing it to reveal Polly’s lovely, perfectly shaped orbs. “You’re just darling,” Beverly said as she took one in her mouth. Bev was so engrossed in her ministrations of Polly’s breasts that she was a bit surprised when she felt Tom’s hands - large, warm and masculine - on her shoulders. She looked up at him as he slid the straps of her bra over her shoulders and unfastened the garment, freeing them so that Polly could feast greedily. Tom was now kneeling beside the women and kissed Beverly. Tom’s was a commanding presence. If earlier he’d been unable to decide which of the women he preferred, now he was going to have his way with both of them. That was fine by Bev, as she rubbed his chest through his cashmere turtle neck, she could feel the strength and warmth of his body, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen softened by the luxurious material. He broke off the kiss with Beverly and lifted Polly’s chin from Bev’s chest. She was a bit surprised at first, but accepted his kiss. It was not as gentle as Beverly’s. It was stronger, more urgent, rougher - she could feel the stubble of his three day beard against her chin. Beverly ripped open Tom’s jeans and with some difficulty, pulled out his cock. ...