6 Sexy Three Can Play Stories Read Free Page B

fingers,
hands and skin are pressed, used and enjoyed to create arousal. The
first to let go is Kate, who has always had a hair trigger, but
Laura is not far behind.
    "Good. So good," Harry moans.
    Getting them up, now in full command of the
show, he places them over top of each other's womanhoods.
    "Lick."
    No encouraging is needed. Tongues are
applied. The groaning that ensues is rich and lusty. Harry comes
around back and pokes at Laura's rear.
    "In there tonight, honey?"
    Harry says nothing. He enters. She cries
out.
    "Yes. That gorgeous ass!"
    Slapping his wife's butt, he rides her
fully, his hand in her hair and pressing the woman's head down into
his lover's pussy.
    "Oh, that's good," he groans.
    Not long after things are starting to tense
up downstairs. Harry realizes his time is short and gets the two
woman to lie side by side. They barely pay him any heed until his
moaning reaches a climax that signifies his climax.
    "Ahhhhh!"
    Juices pour down on their breasts, stomachs
and faces. They wither in it.
    "Yes, yes, yes..."
    Again and again it falls. So much that
everyone in the room is shocked by it.
    "Ahhhh..." A relaxed groan.
    Falling to the bed, he lies beside his wife.
There is silence in the room, not oppressive, but strong, speaking
of things not said.
    "You aren't allowed to sleep with her
without me," Laura whispers in his ear.
    He makes to answer, but Kate is quicker.
    "I won't let him," she says. "He will never
cheat on us again."
    They roll into each other. Harry stares on
as his wife and lover keep the action going. Should he worry about
where this is going?
    Two hands, both different, both of women
that he loves, reach around and grasp his manhood. Reassurance.
Love. Commitment. A new beginning. That is what is said in that
touch.
    "Ladies..."
    They glance over at him. Harry is hard
again. It is a good night for everyone.

Miami Beach Babes
    (A Drunken Drug Fueled Threesome)

Where the hell do they grow girls like
this?
    I'm on my ass staring up at what might be
the hottest body on a blond I've ever seen.
    “Kim...” I murmur her name as if to ensure
it and she are real.
    The woman struts in front of me on heels too
high for walking with a look of liquored up highness that can only
be bought on by the best cocaine mixed with the very best
champagne. I can just catch the scent of the latter on her breath
as she turns to me and claps one hand against her sexy thigh,
pointing and laughing.
    “You could at least help me up.”
    Jenny is the other woman. She calls out from
the kitchen, “What? Baby can't get up by himself?”
    I figure that Jenny is the bad cop and Kim
the good one. However, Kim was the one to push me over, so I think naughty cop and way, way more naughty cop might be a
better description.
    My hands rustle on the perfectly polished
wooden flooring and help me lurch to my feet. I have to steady
myself against the firm support of the lamp fitting on the wall
near the bay window which has a good view of the beach where I
picked these two lovely specimens of Miami's finest.
    Kim takes a hand and places it against my
cock.
    “He's not baked yet,” the woman calls.
    Jenny cackles something about penis pills
and goes back to raiding my fridge.
    I glance down at Kim's MASSIVE (and, yes, the word deserves those capitals)
tits. They are bigger than my head. Man, I'd love to do a
line of coke off those titties if the owner wasn't too wasted to
hold still is what I am thinking as I take a
good long look at the perfect skin, exceptional curvature and
outrageous size of her breasts. She smirks and blows me a kiss. As
one might imagine, everyone has sex on the brain right
now.
    For a moment or two I bask in the heat
coming from the window to my right and then head over to bed to
watch Kim and Jenny are opening yet another bottle of chilled
expensive champagne.
    These two are definitely part of some of the
finest 'ladies' that Miami has produce yet, I assure you. I know
this because it's only two o'clock