Two's company, three's...?

It was a cold winter's night. Helen and Adam had gone to a gig. Adam had booked a smart apartment in the city centre and they were looking forward to watching the band and then coming back to the flat and enjoying level of intimacy unfortunately rarely achieved. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and maybe it was the fact that they were able to together only once or twice a month but their ardour for each other hadn't diminished in the year or so they’d been seeing each other. It only took the slightest look from Helen and Adam would start to stiffen whilst Helen had only to look into Adam's eyes and her knickers would start to get wet.

Tonight there was a sort mini festival with a several DJs and a band playing some sort of ambient mix. Not really Helen’s thing but she was happy to be spending time with her love and anyway – it was good to try new things wasn’t it?

They’d had a light meal in an Italian bistro before heading on to the club. There was a stage and plenty of room for dancing but also some tables and cosy upholstered booths for chilling out in. They went to the bar

“What do you fancy”?

“You mean other than you?” said Helen, smirking – “Maybe a cocktail for change?”

Adam raised his eyebrows but Helen pointed to the cocktail list which was laying on the bar. “This one” – she said.

“Okkkk… - and then to the barman “I’ll have a Jack and coke and sex on the beach for my friend here”.

The barman, too busy to comment, just nodded but Helen smiled at Adam’s blush. “What’s up with you? I’ve never had sex on the beach so thought I’d try it. Why not?” She said in a faux innocent voice “Sure – why not”. Was this an omen Adam thought to himself?

They moved on to the dance floor. Adam still a bit tired after a long week and not in the mood for dancing yet. It was too loud to really talk but he could see it was a mixed crowd. People of all ages and types – old hippies, kids, anarcho-crusties, inbetweeners. All sorts really. Helen tapped Adam on the shoulder – that was nice – I’m going to get another one” “Really, Oh, OK”. Helen went off to the bar and Adam found himself staring at a 30 something woman with long auburn hair. He was transfixed by her backless dress revealing an elaborate tattoo of a tree enveloping a goddess. Wonder what the tattoo’s like at the front he thought. Still, mustn’t stare, she’ll think I’m a perv and if Helen catches me….. But it was too late – the woman had seen Adam’s stare. Instead of moving away or ignoring him, she smiled. Adam smiled back – just in time to see Helen return from the bar. Adam could see her moving a little unsteadily – the effect of the Sex-on-the-Beach.

“You took your time” he said

“I was chatting to the barman”

“Were you really?” said Adam sardonically

“Well I shouldn’t have worried about you being lonely” Helen replied, “Who’s your new friend” she said nodding at the tattooed back.

“Don’t be silly! It’s not like that, I was just staring at the tattoo”

“Right! Course you were” Helen winked.

Adam knew was joking but was still irritated. Why didn’t she believe him? He really wasn’t only interested in sex and really had been just staring at the tattoo. Still he was intrigued and was curious to see what the tattoo was like at the front…..

The evening wore on and the band came on. By now Adam had had a few whiskies and was feeling more relaxed. He started to sway with the music and before long he and Helen were both dancing – not in way that would have been commended on Strictly, or even in a soppy slow dance kind of way but moving in time to the music, swaying, getting into the new age hippy fusion groove. From time to time he caught the eye of the tattooed woman and she would smile back. She was with friends but didn’t seem to be with a boyfriend or husband. Helen caught Adam sneaking glances at the woman but was surprised when the woman smiled at her too. When Adam returned from the restroom then he was himself thrown by the sight of Helen dancing with the tattooed woman. Both were moving in time to the music, smiling at each other. He didn’t know what to do – Helen had always denied being attracted to women and yet here she dancing with a woman and it was clear from the sensual way both moved their hips in time with each other that the synergy went beyond the purely platonic. A thought started to come to the surface of Adam’s mind. A thought he quickly tried to push back down into his subconscious. No way, he thought.

The band announced the final song and as Adam made his way to the dance floor he was surprised that both women grabbed a hand each. What was happening? Not for the first, or last, time that night Adam told himself to shut up and go with the flow. The music was fast and energetic and Adam found himself bound up in a whir of arms and swaying fabric as both women twirled around him. He could feel the heat from their bodies, the smell of their perfumes mingling, their hair brushing his face. The music finally came to an end and Helen said “Well, why don’t you get us both a drink?” The tattooed woman laughed and said “I’ll have whatever she’s having”, shaking her flame-like mane.

Adam stumbled to the bar slightly incredulous. A few minutes later, he staggered back with two more sex on the beaches and just a coke for himself – he wanted to keep his wits together and had already had enough to drink. A DJ started to play some sort of chill out Ibiza mix as he made his way back. He almost dropped the drinks however when he reached the velvet upholstered booth as found Helen and the tattooed woman locked in a passionate kiss. Was he dreaming? He stood transfixed as he saw the tattooed woman stroke Helen’s hair as their mouths pressed together. After a minute or two, Helen saw him, withdrew from the woman’s grasp and said as it had been completely unremarkable

“Oh there you are. Oh, by the way, this is Agnes”

“Sure. Hi Agnes”

“Hi” said Agnes with a twinkle in her eye, “how you doing?”

“Yeah I’m good”.

They sat and made drunken small talk for a while. Adam commented on her tattoo and how beautiful it was.

“Oh, yeah – it goes all the way round. I could show you if you like?”

Adam glanced at Helen who then said “I’d like to see it too, but not here though!”

“Well then, I’ll order an Uber” said Adam, scarcely concealing the grin on his face.

The cab arrived in a few minutes and before long they were in the elevator to the swanky apartment they’d checked into a few hours earlier. The two women giggling, a little drunkenly. “I can’t believe this happening” Adam said, he thought to himself, but then Helen whispered in his ear, “well you’d better start believing…”

The two women stumbled through the door and started snogging there in the kitchen. Adam started to feel like a spare part and wandered off to the bathroom and took a quick shower to wake himself up. Leaving the bathroom in a bathrobe he wandered into the living room, put on some rock music with the idea of getting the evening going and almost fell over when he turned round. Helen was laid back on the sofa, her legs wide apart whilst Agnes’s auburn maned head moved between Helen’s legs in time to her moans. Pouring himself a whisky, Adam sat down on the sofa next to Helen. Agnes pulled back her head and he could see Helen’s wet cunt and he felt his own loins stirring. Agnes smiled and, wordlessly went back down whilst Helen pressed her head into her groin. Adam put the glass down and, stroking Helen’s hair, kissed her. At first a simple and somewhat chaste kiss on the lips but when the lips opened he grabbed her head with both hands, his tongue touching hers. With both mouths locked Helen’s tongue searched for his just as her clit swelled, reaching for Agnes’s tongue. Helen’s eyes opened and the look of pure pleasure and wonder was one that Adam had rarely seen. He somehow managed to slip the straps of her dress off and expose her bra. Deftly with one hand he unclasped the hooks and tossed the bra aside exposing Helen’s petite and perfect breasts and swollen nipples. Wordlessly he went down on them, sucking them, pulling them, holding them gently between his teeth but without biting. Adam pulled Agnes up and they both were now sucking on a nipple each. Meanwhile, Adam had reached over and had gently slid his hand up Agnes’s stocking leg. Was he surprised she was wearing no knickers? She moaned appreciatively as he slid a couple of fingers between her silky wet lips and started to finger fuck her.

Taking control of the situation, Adam pulled Agnes upright, swiftly disrobed her, grabbed her head, and with a short passionate kiss then stood back. Now he could see the tattoo in all its intriguing glory. The goddess on the back extended her arms round to a design of the world wrapped in a tree. The fine lines of the tattoo mingling with Agnes’s own flesh creating a new eroticism. Branches of the tree and leaves covered Agnes’s breasts. Adam pushed her down onto the sofa before starting to suck one nipple, continuing the finger fucking whilst Helen sucked the other nipple, Agnes writhing with pleasure all the while.

Whilst making out on the sofa with two women, one of them the love of his live, was a dream-like experience, he thought he needed more room to manoeuvre. With The Cult, the Love album, blaring through the penthouse flat Adam led both women to the bedroom. An enigmatic smile on the lips of Agnes and Helen’s eyes aflame with passion and wonder. Agnes was already naked and together they both undressed Helen, both Adam and Agnes running their hands over her body, fingering her nipples, stroking her hair, caressing her neck and bum cheeks, slipping fingers inside of her, Helen in turn slipping her hand between Adam’s bathrobe and starting to caress his ball sack while gently massing Agnes’s clit. All three now, wordlessly, as if impelled by instinct and moving in synergy, writhed and moaned, all fingers and tongues.

It was Adam however who took the initiative next. Slipping away from the grasp of the two women, he flipped Agnes on to her back. She had a look of contentment on her face as Adam’s gaze travelled down from her azure eyes, over the swirl of her tattoo and breasts pointing ceilingwards to her inviting cunt.

Helen, breathed “Are you going to fuck her then?”

“Reckon I will” asserted Adam, but not before he motioned Helen to lower her herself onto Agnes’s face, facing him. Agnes’s legs were opened spread wide, the inside of her cunt glistening like a jewel. Adam slide inside as Helen lowered her self onto Agnes’s pointed tongue. All three of them gasped at once. Helen had been at first horrified at the thought of getting off with a woman was now thrilling to the most intimate of kisses. Only a woman could have known to lick her in the way Agnes was doing now. Helen felt at once vulnerable and at ease, as if she was doing something very wrong and somehow also completely natural; and totally turned on as she never had been before, lowering herself squirming on the other woman’s eager tongue as it curled and poked insistently her now drenched pussy Meanwhile, Adam was pumping Agnes’s tight quim while the latter writhed in pleasure, her moans stifled by Helen. Helen looked at Adam but she wasn’t really there – she was lost in a paroxysm of pleasure. Adam pulled her towards him, flicking her nipples and squeezing her perfect breasts as he thrust his tongue into Helen’s mouth.

Helen was the first to come. At first she moaned but her moan led to whine and then a cry and finally a scream as her nipples, tongue, clit and pussy tingled with such intensity she thought she was going to die. She fell off Agnes and collapsed face down on the bed. Agnes looked at Adam, almost conspiratorially he later thought. She helped him arrange the recumbent Helen so she too could receive the full measure of Adam’s love. Helen was pulled to her knees, her arse in the air, her cunt and anus exposed for all to see, dripping with sweat. Briefly, Adam bent down and gently flicked his tongue into Helen’s tiny arsehole. He told himself however, that that pleasure still owed to him, he would take another day. Instead, with the fingers in one hand playing with Agnes’s lips and fondling her drooping breasts, the other hand guiding his cock into Helen’s open cunt. Helen gasped but her mouth would not be free to make such utterances for long as Agnes positioned herself beneath Helen. With her legs stretched wide apart, and Adam squeezing her bum cheeks as he pounded her pussy, her weight was carried forward and she had no choice but to go down on Agnes. The taste was she would later recall, a little strange; somewhat musky and salty but redolent of pure, unbridled indulgence. The cock in her cunt felt huge and she felt like she was being fucked like she’d never been fucked before. The rising ecstasy in her spurred her on to lick harder and faster and suddenly Agnes let out a scream and a cry, a lament for a pleasure so intense it could never be repeated. Adam squeezed Helen’s buttocks together with one hand, the other reaching to grab Helen’s breast and with a mighty squeeze he bellowed and his canon exploded and he roared and pumped away for another minute. Before collapsing on the bed. Helen collapsed next to him and smiled in her delirium. Meanwhile, Agnes went down on Adam, taking his now semi erect cock in her mouth and sucked the last few drops of cum from him, licked her lips before going down on Helen again and sucked out all of Adam’s cum. “Yum, the best of both” She said, winking before collapsing at Adam’s other side.

Adam woke in the early hours of the morning. When he returned to bed from getting a glass of water the sight of the two women, naked in his bed, was indeed a site for sore eyes. This experience, far far from being just another think ticked off of the bucket list, had taken pleasure to a whole new level he thought as he drifted off to sleep again.