It was summer - a few months after Holly had walked in on me fucking Sarah, and things had changed again. What had started out as me and Holly as a couple with Sarah as an add-on had morphed into a full three-way relationship. Whilst we still liked nothing more than all having sex together, it was now completely normal for me to hook up with Sarah or Holly without the other one being present, and I knew that they would sometimes get together without me.
We all seemed happy with this new arrangement, which offered us a freedom that had been lacking before. It still felt very much like a proper relationship: I hadn't even considered seeing anyone else on the side, and to the best of my knowledge neither had Holly or Sarah. The sex was still as incredible as it always had been - even more so now that we'd shed any remaining inhibitions. Nothing beat having a threesome with both of my girlfriends, but having the opportunity to enjoy and explore their individual preferences was great too.
The only rule we had maintained was that no one else could know. I understood why this was given the unwanted questions and interest it could provoke, but we had all grown tired of the sneaking around that was necessary to keep our relationship private.
With that in mind, Holly suggested we take a holiday and go abroad to somewhere that we could be open about our relationship without the risk of bumping into anyone we knew. Sarah and I enthusiastically agreed, and a few days later we booked a week-long trip to Greece. We plumbed for a cheap resort with a reputation for its party atmosphere and carefully chose an apartment with an extra large bed.
A few weeks later and we were there. What the resort and the nearby town lacked in charm and authenticity, they more than made up for with cheap alcohol, warm weather and plenty of places to party. Within a couple of days, we had settled into a pattern of sleeping through the morning, relaxing on the beach in the afternoon, and drinking and partying late into the night, stopping throughout to head back to our room for sex whenever we felt like it.
I've no doubt that our behaviour in public may well have raised a few eyebrows, but it was liberating to know that we could do what we felt like without starting a rumour mill amongst people who knew us. Holly, who was usually the most skittish about our relationship being public knowledge, was relaxed and enjoying herself, and Sarah seemed delighted that she could openly display her affection for both of us for the first time.
On our fourth night, however, we were not only seen but recognised, and the result was not what we had expected.
As had become our norm, the three of us had eaten dinner and had some drinks at the hotel bar before heading out into town. It was already after 11pm and we were trying out a new club not far down the road from where we were staying. The weather was sweltering and Holly and Sarah were both wearing thin, body-hugging dresses that showed off their smooth, tanned legs and shapely arses, Holly smouldering in dark blue and Sarah looking cute in white. I had settled for a casual shirt and trousers.
We'd already had a lot to drink before getting there and half an hour after arriving we'd drunk plenty more. This was certainly loosening our inhibitions as we sat together in the corner, kissing and touching each other under the table.
"If you two keep this up, I'm just going to want to get you both back to bed," Holly announced to me and Sarah as we each ran a hand up her exposed thighs.
"Plenty of time left for that," I replied, sipping my drink, "Let's enjoy ourselves here first."
"Let's dance!" Sarah said, standing up and beckoning us over to the crowded dancefloor.
Holly and I smiled, finishing our drinks before joining her.
The dancefloor was busy and sweaty with revellers enjoying the late-night heat. We found a space and began dancing close together to whatever track the DJ was playing. The combination of the heat and the amount we'd had to drink meant it wasn't long before we were dancing much more intimately - not that anyone around us seemed to care or notice.
I made out passionately with Holly, our hands roaming over each other's hot bodies as our tongues swirled in each other's mouths. Sarah stood close by and soon grabbed my hand to pull me into a kiss with her. I gladly obliged, running a hand through her hair as our lips touched.
"I am ready to fuck you both all night," Holly whispered to us as we kissed, heightening the growing arousal we all felt.
Sarah's body squirmed against mine. I pulled her in closer and drew my other hand up her dress to knead her tight bum. I was feeling more and more ready to head back and get down to the sex I knew we all wanted.
"Fancy getting out of here?" I asked Sarah, breaking our kiss for a moment.
"Yes please," she purred in reply, "but not until I've kissed Holly too."
I stepped back, allowing my girlfriends their Sapphic embrace. They wasted no time in lustfully making out, and I happily watched them through the dim light of the club, excited for what was to come.
My daydream was short-lived, however, as I gazed across the room and locked eyes with a girl standing just a few metres away. She instantly recognised me and started walking towards us. We'd been spotted.
Her name was Rachel. Though she wasn't really a friend of theirs, she knew Holly and Sarah from their school days. I had initially got to know her by reputation: Rachel was well known amongst my friends as something of a slut, and it seemed like she'd slept with almost everyone I knew, guy or girl.
And I had come close to joining Rachel's list of conquests myself a couple of years previously when I'd got off with her at a mutual friend's house party.
We went upstairs to find a bedroom and Rachel wasted no time in pushing me onto the bed before getting my pants off and sucking my cock. She tended to me expertly for several minutes until we were interrupted by the party's host and his girlfriend coming upstairs to get it on themselves. They kicked us out of the room and, despite my wanting to carry things on with Rachel somewhere else, she was distracted by friends downstairs, and the opportunity disappeared.
Rachel wasn't classically attractive - she didn't have Holly's striking looks or Sarah's fit body - but she oozed sex like no one I'd met before. Without a doubt, her best feature was her huge breasts, and I was disappointed not to have got more closely acquainted with them at our encounter at the party. Whilst she lacked obvious beauty, she had a comely face and fantastic curves, and she wasn't afraid to flaunt them.
That night in Greece was no exception. As Rachel walked up to us in the club, my eyes were instantly drawn to the neckline of her thin, white dress, which plunged down her chest with her amazing breasts bursting out of a lacy bra. I stood there gawping at her and she beamed back at me.
Holly and Sarah ended their kiss and saw Rachel approaching. We all froze as she reached us.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" she asked sarcastically, clearly very amused at what she had seen.
"Oh hey, Rachel! Funny seeing you here," Holly said in reply, trying to act as normally as possible.