Sex with Rose was good; sex with Cliff was good. Sex with both of them at once was even better. Over the course of the many months we met regularly as a trio, there wasn't much we didn't try. The best evenings were when the positions we adopted just flowed naturally one into the other - we were all pretty inventive and curious and intuitive. And caring.
I mean, if Cliff had just pulled out of my cunt to spurt hot cum across my belly, but I was still working up to my own orgasm, he would quickly get his tongue between my legs to finish me off. And Rose would find the sight of Cliff's upturned butt too tempting and would work her cock - slick with precum and cum and lube - up into his tight ass-hole. And then I would cum and cum again and again from Cliff's relentless tonguing. I would have to push his face away from between my outstretched thighs, but I would quickly see that his cock was half-hard again from Rose's attentions and would delight in drawing as much of it as I could down into my mouth as Rose fucked his ass.
And so on, in an ever-changing delightful sexual ballet that would eventually leave us spent and breathless sprawled across whatever furniture we had been using to support us...
It was heavenly. And then Louise had to come along and spoil things. Because Cliff made it pretty clear from the outset that Louise would not be joining us in our threesomes. Somehow, she was to be "protected" from our depravity.
I finally met Louise at Cliff's place. He had invited Rose and me for dinner, and I had thought that it would end up with us all in the sack, like all our other three-way dinner-parties. I learned later from Rose that Cliff had warned her that Louise would be there, but her presence was a complete surprise to me.
And I have to admit, it was not as unpleasant a surprise as I had thought it would be. She was far from the ogre that my jealousy had conjured up in my imagination. She had a ready smile, a kind of cute way of shaking her cascading curls out of her eyes, and a soft, inquiring gaze. She was one of those people who asked intelligent questions, and really listened to the answers. Somehow, the green-eyed monster in me had imagined her as a self-centered hussy who spoke only to show off, but she really wasn't that at all.
And the more I got to know her, the more I found that we had in common. We both loved swimming, we both took care of our bodies - and we enjoyed some of the same authors. We got friendly enough to get together for the occasional coffee at weekends, and one day she arrived singing a Leonard Cohen song. Not "Hallelujah", which everybody knows, but something much more obscure like "Chelsea Hotel" or "Anthem" - you know, the one with the lines about everything being cracked or broken, but that that's how the light gets in? I discovered that she LOVED Cohen (as do I) and knew almost all the words to a whole slew of his songs. In short, we became happy in each other's company, and I no longer resented her at all. And Cliff would still occasionally come along alone to Rose's place for a three-way, so Louise's arrival on the scene didn't completely shut down that side of things.
So I was happy to invite both Louise and Cliff to join me and Rose for dinner one evening at my place. It was late summer, but the evenings were still warm, and Louise and I went swimming after the meal. It's hard to see the stars from LA - there's too much ambient light - but I remember there was no moon, and as we floated on our backs in the pool, one or two of the brighter stars were flickering into life. I remember we were talking about how majestic the starlit skies were out in the desert. Cliff and Rose were out of sight, still sipping champagne and eating strawberries at the dining table under my arbor.
I suggested we go to the hot-tub. I put my finger to my lips and indicated that we should make our move from the pool to the hot-tub as quietly as possible. Now, while the pool is completely out of sight from the table where Cliff and Rose were still eating, the hot-tub has a kind of sideways view of the table. I wanted to steal up on them after our time in the hot-tub and surprise them.
My hot-tub has a real long foaming cycle, and I had flicked it on when Louise and I had first left the table to go swimming, so it was still humming along as we slipped our bikini-clad bodies into its warm foaming bubbles. We each sat back, our legs akimbo, our heads thrown back against the side of the tub, glorying in the sensual feeling of the hot water spurting against our bodies. There was total silence, except for the murmur of Cliff and Rose chatting at the distant table, and the hum of the tub splashing water all around us. And then there was just the sound of the splashing water. Cliff and Rose fell silent.
I idly turned my eyes toward the table where they were sitting, and I suddenly stiffened, and involuntarily clutched Louise's arm. I indicated with a jerk of my head what had caught my attention. Cliff and Rose were kissing. Of course, I was perfectly used to them doing this - and much more - but I shot a worried look at Louise to gauge her reaction. She was very quiet. We both watched, as the kiss became ever more passionate, and Cliff began stroking Rose's nipples through the fabric of her silk cat-suit.
Louise's lips parted and her eyes widened. Rose's hand was now on Cliff's crotch, stroking his thickening boner. Cliff reached out and pulled down the zip on Rose's cat-suit, so that he could massage those delicious tits. Louise and I were both mesmerized. I was still holding her arm, and I could feel goose-bumps forming as she watched.
Cliff had unzipped Rose's cat-suit right down to her crotch and was now fondling her hardened cock as he kissed her. She reached out to try and reciprocate with Cliff's cock, which was forming a grotesque bulge in his pants, but Cliff shook his head. He clearly wanted to concentrate on Rose. I shot another glance at Louise.
This was turning me on. I moved my hand up from her arm and slid my arm lightly across her shoulders. She moved into me, and turned her head to look into my eyes. I smiled, and - still watching what Rose and Cliff were up to - I very softly moved my other hand across my body and rested it on Louise's thigh.
Cliff had pushed back his chair and was leaning over Rose's lap. She arched her back and pushed her hard swollen cock up into his open mouth. We could hear Cliff grunt as he took her throbbing boner as far down his throat as he could. We heard him gasp as he came up for air, saliva hanging from his lips. Rose's hips were thrusting and she was having trouble breathing.
I moved my hand slowly down Louise's thigh under the foaming water of the hot-tub. She settled back against my other arm, and gently parted her legs, not taking her eyes off the scene at the dining table. As we watched Cliff devouring Rose's cock, I moved my hand between Louise's parted thighs and started to gently massage her mons. I'm not sure which was turning me on more - watching Cliff and Rose, or feeling Louise's mounting excitement under my touch.
I knew I wanted to move my mouth over Louise's and tongue-kiss her to distraction, but I didn't dare break the spell. While we were both intently watching the unfolding sexual interplay between Cliff and Rose, we could both pretend that what I was doing to Louise's pussy wasn't really happening. So I continued to stroke her through her bikini, but pushing a little bit harder with each stroke. I could feel her clit budding into a pearl-hard knot under my fingers. I could hear her breath becoming more ragged as my fingers probed and pushed her love-bud from side to side. My own cunt was clenching and I could feel it starting to flood, even under the warm foamy water of the hot-tub.
Cliff was now kneeling, and Rose was standing, her cock jerking in and out of Cliff's open mouth as he reached up and massaged her tits. She squealed as he twisted first one nipple and then the other between his fingers, all the while taking her hard rod as deep into his throat as he could.
Louise's breath was coming in short sharp gasps now as she watched and as my relentless fingers worked their magic between her labia, in perfect time to Rose's fucking of Cliff's mouth. My own breath was getting shorter, and my mouth felt suddenly dry. My fingers were moving across Louise's bikini-clad clitoris in a frenzy as Cliff started pumping Rose's hard cock. He was looking up at Rose and she was looking down at him, their eyes locked as they both willed her toward her orgasm.
