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One rainy Saturday afternoon of March, we were, my girlfriend Helen and myself watching TV. I had just prepared tea and cookies. At one point, the character on TV made a comment related to a threesome. Hearing that, Helen turned to me and asked: "Would you want to have a threesome ?"
Surprised by the question, and wanting to be honest but reasonable, I answered: "Well, you know, yes, sure on paper I would... But I am not sure it is very practical.
- What do you mean 'on paper' ? She asked.
- Well - I tried to find the correct words -First, and I know it's cliche and macho, but I would not be comfortable with two guys, I prefer to be with two girls.
- Ok - she replies with a half smile -I can get that. What else ?
- If I can find two girls who accept to have sex with me together, there is the question of which one to give 'priority' to ? What to do with which one of them ? Should you be one of them ? And other practical aspects: I would need to change of condom in the middle...
- Well - said Helen -you sure did a lot of thinking about it!
- I'll remind you that you were the one bringing this up.
- Whatever. But then, if it is so impractical, why is it still so appealing ?- Because - I reply -it is a fantasy. The idea of sexually satisfying two girls at the same time, it is a performance.
- A performance that would be un reachable ?
- In general yes, I think so. But my 'oppositions' are not critical, and I am sure that people of different sensitivity and higher alcohol level won't be stopped by that. - I reply -Anyway, I would first need to know how you feel about it yourself.
- Not so uninterested I see - She replies teasing -Well, I have to say, I get your arguments. And anyway, you know me, I am not good at all a multitasking, The other girl would be disappointed.
The conversation stopped there, and was quickly forgotten, at least by me.
It is Friday afternoon, finally the weekend. Helen took the day off to relax and do some shopping. I left the office early, just after the weekly meeting to start the weekend early. When I step in the apartment, I hear, coming from the bedroom, girls laughing. On the table in the living room, there is a purse that is not Helen's. On the floor of the living room, I see shopping bags from clothing stores. On the couch, shirts, pants, skirts are scattered, still with the price tag on. On the table, there is a also an open bottle of wine, with the cork still stuck on the opener on the side; no glass, the drinkers took them in the bedroom.
"I am back !" I announce. From the bedroom, I hear first a burst of laughter, followed by two voice replying in unison "We are in there !". I recognize the voice of Helen, and I think the second one is Mary, a colleague and long friend of Helen. Indeed, the two of them emerge from the bedroom. Helen has a glass of wine, almost empty in her hand, Mary holds a camera - I remember now that she is a pretty good photograph. More than that, they are both almost undressed. Helen wears a dressing gown like negligee, Mary just wears an orange shorty and a white tight t shirt that clearly reveals she does not wear a bra under.
"Hey sweety, you are home early - says Helen.
- Yes, since you had the day off, I thought I would come back early and keep you company - I reply - but obviously, you don't need me."
I step forward and kiss her, then turn to Mary to greet her.
"We were trying some clothes - Helen informs me.
- Yeah, I guessed that from all the stuff on the couch.
- Yeah, but it is much more interesting met art feet art gallery in the bed room. Remarks Mary.
- Really, why ?
- Helen is trying some new lingerie - she replies -And I am taking pictures."
She tells that with a provocative smile, her cheeks pink. Obviously she has been drinking wine, but she is not drunk. She has always been teasing; Helen told me several times that she is as much into guys and girls, but I never new if it was true or just to tease me. In any case, she is quite sexy, even more now that she is in her underwear in my living room.
"You want to see the pictures ? asks Helen.
- Oh... - I reply, embarrassed - *I guess the surprise is spoiled now."
- It's ok. She turns to Mary.Show him the pictures, I will refill our glasses."
Helen goes to get more wine. At the same time, Mary and I sit on the couch, she give me the camera and point to a button next to the screen: "You go to the next picture with that one." I start the sideshow: the first pictures are pretty soft, I see Helen getting clothes out of a shopping bag, ordering them on the bed. Then come more intimate images: as in stop motion, Helen remove her sweater, Helen in her bra and jeans, Helen getting out of her jeans, Helen with her hands in her back removing her bra, Helen in panties taking something on the bed, Helen putting a nightie in light see-through fabric with different angles.
"What do you think ? Asks Mary, who is leaning over my shoulder.
- Not bad, very nice pictures! - turning towards Helen who came back and offers me a glass of wine -It is true that the model is gorgeous to start with.
- Thanks." She replies with a smile, extending her glass towards me.
We cling our glasses and I go back to the pictures. After two other images of Helen trying out clothes, it is now Mary on the picture. She is almost naked, only wearing a kind of black string, her breasts bare and with something in her hand, blurry from the movement she is making to slip it on. With a reflex, I hold the screen aside saying "Ah, apparently it's not only picture of Helen."
Mary replies with a burst of laughter. She push the camera back in front of me she says "Ba, I saw your girlfriend naked, you can look at my boobs, we will be even." Uncertain, I glanced toward Helen. She smiles and encourage me with a nod of her head. At that point, I understand that this situation is not the product of random luck but was careful planned by my girlfriend, leading to now, the two girls almost naked in our living room. I am surprised, curious of what will come next but I trust her and play along.
"If that's fine with you..." First, I take a big sip of my wine and go back to the pictures. Now, it is a series of picture of Mary who tries a light summer dress for a few pictures. Then, back to Helen, this time adjusting a rather provocative bra, then again Mary, trying panties and strings, finishing with the one she wears now. Finally, the last series is Helen trying the sexiest panties I ever seen. I probably arrived at that moment since the pictures stop there. I conclude that Mary slipped a tshirt and Helen put her dressing gown on.
To check, I slip my hand between the sides of the gown to have a look. Indeed, it is the same underwear I just saw her trying on the pictures: black, with a little ribbon knot in the center of the top seam and a large diamond shaped piece of see-through fabric on the front. I cannot see anything else, as Helene quickly retreat with a false outraged air "No, no no... No peeking. - she says -It is not complete yet." I reply with a pleading voice: "Please." Mary intervenes: "Helen, you better go put the rest on, and then we will show him.
- Good idea. Come help me!" - she replies. And the two girls run to the bedroom, laughing.
While I wait, I sip my glass of wine, looking again at the picture of the girls in their underwear. I also take the opportunity to remove my sweater. The girls need only a couple of minutes before coming back. Helen is still wearing her dressing gown, but I guess she completed her attire under. Mary seats on my right and take her camera again, saying: "I'll take picture, just to keep myself busy."
Standing in front of me, Helene asks: "You're ready ?" I put my glass on the table on my left, seat comfortably on the couch and, holding my open hands in front of me, I declare: "Go ahead". On my right, Mary hold up her camera at eye level.
Helen slowly untie the two sides of the belt keeping her gown closed and, even more slowly, spreads it open, revealing the panties I had a glimpse of earlier and an assorted bustier.
The bustier is black, held not by two straps but a single one going around her neck. On the top, a thin lace band is just above her breast, which are firmly held by two half cups of satin fabric. The rest is made of the same fabric, except for a large losange of sheer fabric pointing to her belly button, decorated with lace.
The panties are made of the same fabric, with a pics of naked chicks transparent lace area just in the middle, revealing her sex.
Helen carelessly lets her gown drop on the floor, and starts slowly rotating. I can observe every angle of her body that I know so well, but that I so rarely can view like that. She is very sexy in these sexy underwear. During her slow turn, she starts to move her hips in sensual moves and I get excited and horny, despite Mary being just on my side, taking pictures and admiring like me the moves of Helen.
She also looks at me and spot my erection. Pointing to my crotch, she tells Helen "I think he likes it." Helen turns her eyes to me, beautiful hot blonde nude pics galleries observes the bulge between my legs and smiles. She comes a little closer to me, her moves more energetic and erotic. I wiggle myself on the couch to give some room to my hard penis in my pants.
Helen sees that and it's like she was waiting for it to happen. She tells Mary: "Help him a little. He needs some room." I am surprise and worried, but Helen, with a gesture of the hand makes me keep my eyes on her. I focus on her body and feel Mary unbuckling my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants, finally slides it down to my knees. She does the same with my briefs and I end up with my sex standing up right in erection, while Helen continue her erotic dance in front of me.
I am a little unsettled by the situation, but I admit it is super erotic and my erection stays strong. Mary just removed my pants and now is back with her camera. She moves back a little and I guess she tries to get a shot of Helen and my erected penis together.
Helen sees that her visual teasing is working. She approaches me and add to the beautiful view the delight of her touch. She tenderly takes my hands and guides my palms on her hips, butt cheeks, her hottest nude models stomach, her breasts. I wrap my arms around her and stick my face to her belly, kissing it. I can smell her perfume, mixed with a hint of perspiration. She pass her fingers in my hair, let them go down on my neck and my shoulders, then back on front and undo the first button of my shirt.
She steps back and lean forward. She takes my sex and strokes lightly, like she is not thinking about it. I tremble at the contact, so desired that it is burning. Keeping her hand on my dick, she gets on her knees, her eyes looking into mine. Her fingers are barely touching my penis that she holds upright, a few centimeters away from her smiling mouth. I can feel her breathe on the tip of my penis. It gets me crazy hard.
It's when I hear Mary moving around us and the clicks of the camera that I understand. Helen is not only playing with my nerves by keeping me waiting, she is posing for the pictures.
Finally, she gobbles my cock. The feeling is strange at first. The wine made her mouth dry and slightly acidic. But I don't mind: her tongue comes wrapping around me and I let go, head titled back, resting on the couch. Helen fixes my look of pleasure with her camera.
She sucks my cock and it's a delight. But it's just the beginning. After some time, she lets go. She gets herself standing in front of me again. Still leaning forward, her hands are still stroking mindlessly my dick. I look at her, smiling and waiting for what will come next. With her hands still on my penis, her panties start to slip down her legs. It looks like magic: the neat square of nicely trimmed and maintained pubic hair that she keeps suddenly appears in front of my eyes.
It's after a second or two that I realized it's Mary who went behind her back and removed the panties. She comes around Helen, holding it to her face, smelling them. Then she goes back to her photographic task.
Helen let go off my dick and step closer to me. Standing straight she lift her right leg and put her foot next to me (on my left) on the couch. That way, her pussy is just in front of me. I understand her invitation and get to work.
My right arm goes around her back to hold her. I move my head forward. I can smell it from here. I move first with my left hand, using two fingers to explore her. She is wet and warm. With my hand, I hold aside her big lips and extend my tongue. I taste her. Her cum is warm, thick, heavy on the tongue. It tastes bitter and salty. I recognize an after taste of almond and peach from her usual soap.
After a few exploratory licks, I take a rhythm. I lick her pussy, flick my tongue on her clit, press my fingers in. Repeat, again and again. She starts breathing heavily. I hear every other minute the shutter of Mary's camera, but I don't see what picture she is taking. I don't care.
Helens shakes, she rests herself more on my arm holding her. I guess she is enjoy my work very much. She hold herself with one hand on my shoulder. She moans and I feel her legs giving up. It is time to move to another position.
She turns her back to me. As she moves, I can see that Mary is no seating, actually slumped, in the armchair on my right. Her left hand is in her panties and I see her tits pointing under the fabric of her t-shirt. She sees me looking at her and reply with a big smile.
I don't spend more time thinking about Mary as Helens is now seating on my cock. She takes her time as my sex penetrates her. She moans lightly but with an obvious pleasure. I take hold of her. my left hand going around her waist to rub her clit with my fingers, the right reaching for her tits. She is still wearing her bustier and I fight with the fabric to find her bare skin.
Suddenly, I win and the palm of my hand receive her perfect tit. The bustier is actually going away. Mary came to my help and removed it. She lets her hands rest on the breast of Helen for moment, then go back to the chair, removing her own tshirt as she goes. She sits back, rubbing her own boobs while she watches us.
Mary is now installed on my cock and her hips are moving in circular motions. I feel the tip of my penis rubbing on the inside walls of her vagina. It gets me super excited. I try to focus on her and get my left fingers to work. I rub her clit, matching the rhythm of her moves. She starts to moans words "yes, yes yes" louder and louder. She throw herself backward. Her back resting on my torso, her head on my shoulder. She turns her head to the me. We kiss, or at least we try, it is difficult to connect our mouths because of the angle and the constant movement of our hips. Still, there is plenty of saliva exchanged and tongue playing.
Our hips moves are tiring and we stop soon. Without asking, I push Helen standing, stand up myself and turn her to the couch. I make her put hot nude ass pics her knees on the couch, her arms extend, she holds to the top of the couch with her hands. Standing up behind her, I am at the perfect position to fuck her from behind: my dick is at the right height to get inside her pussy.
As I slide into Helen, I see Mary leaving her own masturbation for a moment. She gets up, wavering a little, obviously interrupted in her own pleasure. She picks her camera and goes around the couch to face us. She takes several pictures as we fuck, then go around again, takes some close-ups. She then gets back to her seat. During that time, Helen and I don't really register her, keeping at our sex like rabbits.
A couple of minutes and we change position again. This time, I lay down along the couch length, Helen gets on me. Our moves are slower, deeper now. We both know we are close to orgasm and want to savor the time. There is a lot of kissing, I grip her ass and breasts.
In the corner of our eyes we can see Mary. She kicked her panties down to her knees and is seriously masturbating now. Two of her fingers are reaching deep in her own pussy, her other hand is rubbing her taste with such energy that the skin is turning red. She looks intensely at us and moans in rhythm with our owns exclamation of pleasure.
Finally, we all come. First it's me that scream, throwing my head back, mouth wide open. My legs contracting as I feel the cum shooting out of my sex into Helen. Seeing that, it is Mary who goes next. hot nude girl pics met art Her legs close nervously around her hand. Her scream of pleasure is high pitched and repetitive, it sounds like a siren. Last but not least, Helen comes. I feel her vagina tightens around y relaxing dick and the warm flow of her cum dripping on my balls. She collapses on me.
We stay like this in our post orgasmic daze. I hold Helen close with one arm, my free hand caressing gently her back and butt. We are almost falling asleep.
Around us, we hear but don't really see Mary getting up, shuffling around the room to pick up her camera and discarded clothes. She goes for a few minutes in the bed room and comes back fully clothed with her bag.
She approaches the couch, get a knee down on the floor, lean towards us. Her hand comes to gently stroke Helen's back with me. "It was really nice she says. I have to go now." She lean forward, kisses Helen on the lips. Not a full mouth eating French kiss, just a sweet lip-to-lip kiss. Helen is still dazed and replies with a distant voice: "Thank you honey." Mary then kisses me the same way. Her lips are a little dry but sweet. I detected in her breathe the smell of the wine and the tingly taste of her cum (I guess she licked her finger after her orgasm). She stands back up and tells us "I'll send you the picture." With a smile, I answer "thank you", thanking her for the pictures, but also for the good time we just had.
As she leaves, Helen gets her head up a little and call her "Mary?". Mary stops and turns back to us, "yes?". "Will you come back this weekend?" Helen asks. "I'd love to." says Mary, then she turns to the door and leave.
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