By the time Alana decided to bring her favorite male lover and her best female friend together in her bedroom, she was full of expectant energy and excited anticipation. All the worries she had harbored about her triangular get-together evaporated as soon as she made the actual decision. She had been thinking about it for a long time but had never quite found the courage to bring her two worlds together.
Her main concern was that Jackson and Gwendolyn didn’t know about each other’s existence in her life and had never met before. To her considerable relief, they took to each other immediately and were soon chatting amicably as if they had been friends for a long time. From there on, everything went just fine and to everyone’s total satisfaction. She was pleased to no end that she had finally completed the triangle she had fantasized about for so long.
She was an exceptionally beautiful woman with a knockout body that was the envy of every woman and the dream of every man. Her tall figure was exquisitely shaped, her chiseled face accentuated by bright blue eyes and full, sensuous lips and framed by luscious blond curls. She also had an above average intelligence as witnessed by her doctorate in Sexology from her local university, and an excellent sense of style. She was always dressed in the most advantageous fashions and carried herself accordingly, drawing glances and stares wherever she went.
Attractive as she was, she was rarely without a man, or without a woman, for that matter. It wasn’t of any great significance to her; she was able to derive all the sexual pleasure she desired from either sex. And desire she did, with such voracity that at times she even surprised herself, but she usually attracted enough suitable lovers, male and female, to still her appetite and leave her satiated and fulfilled, thriving on variety and excitement as she did.
Yet despite her compulsive need for change, she always felt drawn to her two favorites. She shared a special bond with them, and a very special attraction she never felt with anybody else. Gwendolyn and Jackson were attractive people, which especially appealed to her, but also matched her intellect and her taste for the finer things in life. Theirs were exceptional relationships, both in their own ways, and she treasured both for their particular qualities and attributes.
And then she had them in her house together and didn’t have to hide them from each other anymore. She hugged and kissed them with her usual passionate and demonstrative personality, then went to get some wine before taking them to her bedroom. She had a beautifully appointed room downstairs, with thick carpeting, a comfortable king-size bed, subdued indirect lighting that could be adjusted with the turn of a knob, and a remote controlled sound system to set the mood.
Her main problem was that she had never participated in a triangle before and had no idea how everything would play itself out, so she was rather nervous when they went downstairs. Of course her friends had been there before, just not together, so they fitted right into the room. She had chosen a cool blue light for this special occasion and had pre-programmed the sound system to a pleasantly soft selection of compositions. All they had to do was to start their encounter.
Alana felt obligated to take the first step since she was not only the hostess but also the instigator of their togetherness.
“Why don’t we start by undressing each other?” she suggested, then turned to Jackson.
“Perhaps Gwendolyn and I can start with you?”
“Why me?” Jackson protested. “This is all your idea, so why don’t we start with you?”
He was right, of course. It was her responsibility to get things going. “All right, then,” she agreed. “I’m game.”
And then, for the first time in her life, she became the focus of attention of a man and a woman at the same time, and of her best lovers at that. She just stood in the room and let the two come to her, put their hands on her, and slowly, deliberately remove her clothes piece by piece until she stood naked between them. Jackson immediately took one of her gorgeous breasts into his hand, and Gwendolyn the other, and they kissed passionately, taking turns and improvising as they went along. Alana was enjoying herself immensely already, swapping kisses and tongues, having her breasts fondled and her nipples tweaked, wrapping her arms around her friends and holding them close.
“Now you two,” she said as she detached herself from them and sat down on the bed. “I want to watch.”
They didn’t protest at all. They had their hands on each other already and were taking off their clothes and kissing and touching as if they had done it many times before. Alana delighted in the show they put on for her and watched keenly as their clothes came off and their naked bodies appeared, Gwendolyn with her beautiful breasts and pussy and Jackson with his strutting penis she knew so well. They, too, were obviously enjoying themselves as they bared and discovered their bodies, running their hands all over each other and sighing and moaning with delight.
When all their clothes were strewn over the floor together with her own, she rose from the bed and joined them on the carpet. They wrapped their arms around each other and resumed their kissing, then began their mutual explorations. Jackson’s hands were alternating between their breasts, stroking and rubbing and squeezing them in turn until their nipples grew big and stiffened, red beacons in the white landscapes of their breasts. The women took turns fondling Jackson’s penis and rubbing his balls and he groaned with the pleasure of their manipulation.
Alana detached herself from the others and climbed up on the bed, motioning them to follow her. Jackson climbed over her and stretched out beside her and Gwendolyn crawled over both of them to have Jackson in the middle. They had no sooner made themselves comfortable when Gwendolyn slid down on the bed and started fondling and rubbing Jackson’s throbbing penis. Alana bent over him and kissed him deeply, snaking her tongue into him and around his. He immediately took a breast into his hand and squeezed it the way he did so well and she sighed and moaned with pleasure.
Gwendolyn let go of his penis and moved over to Alana, buried her face in her pussy, and started licking and sucking her to her great delight. She, meanwhile, moved her hand down to where her friend had been and paid some intimate attention to Jackson’s penis herself. The three of them kept moaning and groaning, deriving exquisite pleasure from touching each other, being touched, being together, fondling and rubbing and kissing and sucking to their hearts’ content.
When Gwendolyn surfaced from between Alana’s legs, she climbed on top of Jackson, braced her arms against his chest, and slowly impaled herself on his by then quite formidable erection. He groaned with the pleasure of being sucked into her vagina. He took her swinging breasts into his hands and pushed his pelvis up against hers until she had swallowed the entire length of his shaft and started bobbing up and down on him, sighing and crying out with her own delight.
“My turn!” Alana demanded, and Gwendolyn climbed off Jackson and stretched out beside him. Alana rolled on her back and spread her legs invitingly, welcoming Jackson to her own secret place and letting him impale her. Gwendolyn quickly moved to her side as Jackson was penetrating her, took her breast into her hand, and pressed her wet pussy against her leg.
From then on, the threesome became a jumble of limbs and breasts and penis and hands, hot skin against hot skin, sighs and moans and groans, cries of excitement and delight, mouths locked together or gasping for breath. Sometimes one of the women was being penetrated, sometimes one of them was sucking a penis. At other times, someone was sucking one of the pussies, sometimes a breast, limbs randomly intertwined, hands groping and fondling, pussies dripping, the penis twitching and throbbing.
One by one they drove each other up the titillating incline to the apex of their arousal until they brought each other to screaming and thrashing earth-shattering orgasms, drum rolls from afar, thunder and lightning in the sky, fireworks slicing the night, volcanoes grumbling and spewing, throats parched, mouths gasping for breath, from one height to the next to the next.
They ended up sprawled all over each other, their hearts pounding, exhausted limbs flung everywhere, hands still roaming over hot bodies, basking in the incredible afterglow of their sensuous release. Alana looked at her lovers and smiled at them with glee and satisfaction, proud of herself and thoroughly pleased with their adventure.
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Peter Baltensperger is a Canadian writer of Swiss origin and the author of ten books of poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. His work has been widely published in print as well as on line. He writes, and has been writing all his life, because he has to and because it lends a special significance to his quest.