Only The Three of Them

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Those who knew them, in the city’s artistic circles and society, never doubted that Vince and Serena Halligan remained deeply in love with each other.

If they were to grow old, they would do that dressed in style and do that together, looking like a mirror image of the other in their choice of outrageously stylish and colourful clothes that often jarred but set them apart. They would also wear jewellery, such as necklaces and baubled chains, leather wrist cuffs and gemstone rings, along with thin gold or silver bands on their fingers and thumbs.

Vince had grown his greying hair outrageously long, its whiteness matching his bushy beard; Serena also had long and silken greying hair, the longest strands invariably woven into a thin braid from one temple to the other and knotted at her forehead. Through this, she would often push a jewelled pin or a feather. Like Vince, she was deeply tanned. Unlike Vince, she had a feather tattooed on the inside of her left forearm.

‘The ageing wild ones’, some called them, not to criticise but in admiration for living life to the full.

As much as they loved to entertain and to be entertained and to live life as a pair of true party animals, they also cherished their home life and quieter moments of pleasure, either spent in each other’s company or with a like-minded couple, their best friends, Derek and Hattie Simpson.

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Serena studied her friend, the dusky lilac of Hattie’s scoop-necked blouse, the buttons opened at her cleavage, flattering her figure. It went so well with the tumble of her riotous greying hair and wistful smile.

Their friendship had become an ever-closer bond and went back many years. It had seen their friendship blossom, even though they did not live so close to each other that either of them could call in, unannounced. Instead, they would arrange for a ‘themed’ weekend’ or day together, often just the two of them.

“Come over and we’ll make a boozy time of it!” Serena had enthused a few days or two ago. “I’ve got in some sampler bottles of various flavours of gin. We can chat and sample them all. If necessary you can stay the night!”

“I’d like that. I’m on my own now.”

“Not quite, Hattie. You’ve still got the two of us, Vince and me, and I’m sure he won’t complain if you stay with us.”

Hattie had been heard to laugh on hearing that. Her friend had not kept it a secret, the bond that she had formed with Vince, and he with her.

And now here they were, together and sipping on their drinks. The first ones were always the hardest, especially when neither of them had eaten very much and the booze could so easily, and quickly, go to their heads.

“Is everything getting settled between you two, with Derek, I mean?” Serena called out from the kitchen as she mixed their third sampler glasses.

“Yes, as best as I can expect.” Hattie stood in the doorway and watched her friend at work, saw her deftly break up the tray of ice cubes and put a block in each glass. She tilted her head before turning to look back and into the hallway.”I hear a key in the front door. Shall I go and open it?”

“No, Vince knows that I asked you over.”

“And he’s okay with that, again?”

“What do you think?” Serena replied and grinned at her. “He wasn’t the last time you were with us, was he? I got to feeling a little jealous of you two behaving as you did.”

Hattie came and stood by her side, putting an arm around Serenea’s waist. “I know the rules, despite everything that’s been happening.”

They both turn to see him talking animatedly into his iPhone as he stands in the echoing hallway. “It’s not a problem, just get better and we’ll go out on the Harleys some other time. I’ll take Serena out on it instead! Just get better, pal!”

Nonchalantly, he drops his iPhone on the hall table and meets their gazes upon him. “You’re into the gins, are you?”

“Yes, why?”

Hatie speaks as she takes in the man’s appearance. She finds him so rakishly handsome, the shock of his long black hair with its streaks of grey that are like veins in marble, matched by the richness of his moustache. All of that is in contrast to his shaggy beard. The man’s tall and carries no surplus weight on his strong frame, his clothes fit him so well and his long fingers are perfect for the rings he is often seen to wear and seems to never take off.

“I was going to make Margaritas for us. I’m no fan of gin, whatever you mix with it.” He gazes at each of them in turn. “I could go and mix a cocktail for all of us?”

“In a moment, darling. We mustn’t overdo it,” Harriet says with a wondering smile. “We’re ahead of you, so there’s some catching up to do.”

Both women loved to be seen wearing their favourite boho jewellery, the riot of colours of bracelets and leather wristbands with beaded strands woven into them. All of that was to be seen, along with swaying earrings and a variety of necklaces draped from their slender necks. He loved the Bohemian look of both women, companions kaçak bahis in the fun they pursued with him and, in Serena’s case, with others. He continued to be possessed by an unquenchable lust for Hattie whom he now gazed at, the dusky lilac of her scoop-necked blouse, the buttons opened at her cleavage, going so well with the tumble of her riotous greying hair and wistful smile.

“I’m not taking you both to bed when I’m drunk or when I’m out of my mind,” he said, gazing at each in turn. “I want to know and feel what I’m doing.”

“And who with,” Hattie finished for him and on giving Vince a lustful look that Sertena knew only too well. It was deployed on her too, whenever they chose to meet and their men weren’t about. Then, Serena would deploy a range of toys that she kept stored in an old and brightly painted steamer trunk, underneath the tray that fitted over the storage space. In the tray she put her collection of day-to-day jewellery; her ‘adornments’ as she called them. But underneath it was kept the sex toys she deployed on Vince when the mood took them, or he on her. “You want to feel every moment.”

She sat facing him, her swirly skirt drawn above her knees and her legs parted. She wasn’t wearing any panties and her shaven sex was open to his gaze. There was an unmistakable exchange of hungering looks between them, and Serena knew that Vince would need no coaxing for them all to play. But whom would he have first?

“I know, it’s not very subtle, but I’ve looked forward to being here for days, ever since you suggested it.” Hattie smiled and gave each of them a quizzical look, on a tilt of the head, but her lingering gaze again fixed on Vince. Her ex never could get close to pleasing her in the ways that Vince achieved so lustfully.

Serena saw in Hattie’s wistful, longing look, upon him that her friend was more than a little in love with her man and that everything that they pursued with each other was a raw expression of that love for him. They seemed to hold nothing back, even in her presence.

“I haven’t said ‘hello’ to you properly,” he says and steps towards Hattie who sinks back into the cushions of the settee as Vince leans in to kiss her, on the forehead as one hand trails a soft caress over her throat. “It’s always a special time when you’re here with us.”

“It’s that way for me too,” Hattie replies, oblivious to Serena’s look upon them.

She has felt little shocks of expectation course through her body as she sees the deeper friendship that is acknowledged between them and in front of her. His greeting is more than one offered out of friendliness, but of a longing for her that needs to be made good.

“Steady you two,” Serena says and she laughs lightly.

Yet his kiss and caress of greeting have endured for too long. Vince has lingered, the kiss and touch have been unmistakably loving and her reaction to seeing them is one of possessiveness at seeing Vince behave in the way that he does. She also felt a rush of arousal, and he sensed that because Vince soon came over and kissed her deeply, full on the mouth as she now wants from him.

“Now it’s your turn,” he says and smiles. “It’s only the three of us, I assume?”

She languishes under his attention upon her, sliding her tongue tip over his lips and feels the brush of his beard and moustache on her face as she does so. One hand is on the back of Vince’s head as she pulls him into her and they kiss.

He responds as she wants, slips his tongue over her lips as one hand reaches between them and he presses against her right breast. It’s all too much to bear, so quickly, and in front of Hattie. She groans through his kisses and caresses, and she feels his fingers drift to her nipple before he pinches it gently but meaningfully.

“I…I could stay here with you two if that’s what you both want?” He gazes at each in turn before flopping down on one end of the settee and he gazes at the two women, Serena slowly moving to sit down beside him.

“I’ll get you a drink,” Serena mutters.

“No, wait a moment.” Vince pulls her closer to him.”I’m not taking you both to bed when I’m drunk or when I’m out of my mind,” he said gazing at each in turn. “I want to know and feel what I’m doing.”

“And who with,” Hattie finished for him and on giving Vince a lustful look that Serena knew only too well. “You want to feel every moment.I know, it’s not very subtle, but I’ve looked forward to being here for days, ever since you suggested it.” Hattie smiled and gave each of them a quizzical look, a tilt of the head but her lingering gaze again fixed on Vince.

Her ex never could get close to pleasing her in the ways that Vince achieved so lustfully.

Vince knows that he’s come home earlier than the women expected him to, their plans interrupted. But, he’s become involved with them and what he knows could play out between the two women in his life and that he’s seen often enough when four of them played. Now, it seems that it will be the three bedava bahis of them, and he’s not going to be disappointed, Hattie bringing enough to his sight and touch.

But the woman also knows how to work him and Serena never interrupts. She’s understanding in those ways of it and knows that, no matter how good Hattie is with him, there’s no chance of him abandoning his woman for another.

“Simon’s not well, so the ride on the Harleys is planned for another day. I want to stay with you two if you’ll have me. I’ll make way for you both and go and have a shower. I won’t be long!”

His knowing laugh echoes in the room as Vince leaves them, Serena hearing how nonchalantly he has spoken. Feelings of indignation, longing, and dismay at his behaviour rage within her, but she knows that this is also a part of the game he likes to play, on both of them. Waiting for him sharpens the sense of keen anticipation and the certainty that he will not disappoint them when they get together in a pair or, often better, in a threesome.

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“Well, here we are, the two of us for now,” Hattie says as her gaze drifts back to Serena. The long swirly curls of her unstructured, greying, hair lend her face a graceful appearance and the cut of her patterned linen dress flatters a fulsome figure.

Serena knows it too. She looks down and sees how her hardened nipples press against the fabric, the dusting of freckles on her cleavage there for her friend to see.

“They look good, don’t they?”

Serena tries to speak nonchalantly and sweeps her hands over her belly before they cup her breasts. The look that she had seen Hatie and Vince exchange, moments ago, had made her heart beat a little faster and had aroused a flush of moisture in her pussy, the gnaw of longing to be with them impossible to deny or to quell.

The plan had been for them to talk some more, to drink, and then to pursue moments of pleasure, woman on woman, then the two of them with Vince.

“I’ll go and make us another gee and tee, or do you want to wait for Vince and we…we do as he suggested, have a Margarita?” She had spoken in a distracted voice as Hattie came to stand by her side.

“No, that can wait,” she replies and pulls Serena closer so that their bodies can mesh together and allow her to push her right leg between her thighs. She feels Serena’s sex against her thigh as they begin to kiss and she raised her leg, enough and as far as Serena’s dress allows and rubs it against her pussy.

They caressed and groped, panted through their kisses as they pursued shared moments of heat, touches and the chance that Vince would interrupt them in their moments of foreplay.

“You always make it so different and special!” Serena confessed her feelings in a rush of breath and gasped as she felt Hattie’s hands in her long hair. They danced in an erotic tangle, their hands gripping the other’s hips. “There’s time for us to be alone.”

Hattie understood only too clearly the role that she also played in Serena’s life, the sharing of another love between two people and that had continued despite the breakdown of her marriage.

“And that’s what I want from both of you. In the end, Derek couldn’t handle how we got together when we wanted to, and like this now. I know what we both need.”

Softening her embrace, Hattie gripped Serena’s hair with her hand and leant downwards, pressing her lips against Serena’s mouth and began kissing her with passionate fervour. Serena gasped and in doing so she parted her lips enough for Hattie’s tongue to sweep inside her warm mouth. Her kiss had the desired, erotic, effect, for Serena’s mouth opened further, not just offering no resistance but responding hungrily and deeply, her hands fumbling to lift Hatie’s skirt before her hands caressed naked flesh, gripped Hattie’s buttocks as they kissed deeply and lustfully.

“Go on!” Serena gasped as Hattie took control of what was happening, her lover’s hands exploring her body through her dress and squeezing on her breasts and achingly hard nipples. It was all a lustful prelude to fucking and actions that needed few words of encouragement.

“No, you go on, go down on me!” Hattie demanded and rolled off Serena’s body to lie on her back, begging to be sucked and fucked. Serena got an unbelievable rush from being in control of this sexual and sensual woman, and in an amazing moment of pure clarity, she suddenly understood that this was what she wanted also. “Be quick, I want this for the two of us…just the two of us!”

Serena began to f roughly finger her closest friend’s cunt, and Hattie arched her back, spreading her legs wide apart in response. Simultaneously, and while ramming her fingers into the wet hole of Hattie’s vagina, Serena started sucking like a demented vampire on her friend’s pert breasts, Hattie squirming as she pulled her blouse up to reveal them, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bra. They shared in warm breaths and kisses of appreciation for what kazandıran bahis siteleri was being shared and discovered, Serena fondling and kneading those perky breasts, so hard, that there would be bruises on Hattie’s skin if she did not ease up, but neither of them seemed to give a damn about that.

“Do it for me too!” Serena demanded and moved so that Hattie shared in the rage of loving action.

“Like this?” Hattie said it through a snatched kiss before she shoved a hand down inside Serena’s panties. “Jeez, you’re so wet!”

Serena bucked her hips and her caresses in Hattie’s cunt fell away. She groaned out of deepening pleasure as Hattie shoved two fingers into her friend’s cunt and poked and swirled them around in deeper and deeper pushes. Somehow, as Hatie leaned over her, Serena’s fingers found her again and a frenzied act of finger-fucking each other began, each of them moaning deeply out of pleasure; the rush to a shared orgasm unstoppable as they bucked their bodies to meet the invasion of fingers and the press of hungry lips to the other’s mouth.

On a shared groan of pleasure, and with their lips pressed against the other’s mouth, they climaxed; shuddered in pleasure as their fingers slowly eased out of the other’s body.

Ravaged and wasted, Serena collapsed on her friend, their legs entwined, the skirts of their dresses up around their waists. Vince would not need to prolong moments of foreplay.

They were both ready for him, but the man’s touch and what he brought to them were incomparable to what their fingers had aroused. They wanted him and what he brought.

“I hope Vince is not going to wait because of us,” Serena said as she eased away and lay down beside her friend. She needed a counterpoint to what had been shared so tempestuously.

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“May I join you?” Vince calls out to them in his unmistakably teasing voice.

“Of course, what do you think we’ve been up to?” Hatie is the first to answer him. He’s been gone for twenty minutes or so, enough time for her and Serena to satisfy themselves.

“Come here and to me!” Serena demanded.

He’s seen wearing a pair of checkered lounge pants and a T-shirt, his feet bare, and Serena’s sure he’s wearing nothing else. His penis sways as he walks towards them and she’s overcome with longing for her man. Hattie gazes at him too, but Serena will claim him first; he’s her man after all.

Serena feels lightheaded from the alcohol that she has consumed, from the unnerving passionate sexual act that she and Hattie have performed on each other, but she still manages to stand up and stumble towards him. She falls into her man’s outstretched arms and they kiss deeply, open-mouthed and hungrily, her hands sliding under his T-shirt and she feels the tightening knot of desire for him in her belly as his erection presses against her belly.

“Jeez! You’re so long and hard, already!”

She marvels at what he will bring to them and strokes her fingers over the domed tip of his penis and senses that Hattie’s looking on as she works him. She doesn’t care what her friend, her lover, the fellow player of these games, thinks. Vince is her man, first and foremost, and she wants him in her, to fill and work her pussy in the ways that she loves, his ways always making her breathless as they fuck.

“Just keep doing that,” he is heard to ask through halting breaths.

She knows that, at least for now, she’s in control and wants him in her mouth, her slow clamps on the bulge in Vince’s lounge pants urging him on. He shoves them down, his penis slapping her in the face as she feels Hattie loosen her dress’s fastenings.

Her hands tremble. “Undress, completely, my darling man, and I’ll do the same!”

They take to each other like starving beasts, the presence of Hattie an additional provocation to their actions. Vince’s fingers soon find her sweet spot. She is only just aware of Hattie looking on, as she remains seated on the sofa where they had taken to each other, her skirt still around her waist and Hattie’s fingers dancing over her glistening pussy’s lips.

Serena sinks to her knees and grasps his jerking penis. Her tongue swirls over the glistening hood and her hands trail clamping caresses down its length before she takes him as deep as she can in her mouth, slides and sucks as he pushes his hips forward to meet the raging assault on all that he has, his penis in her mouth as Serena’s hands work his nut sac in a bewitching rhythm that he knows so well of her ways.

“Watch us, Hattie, or share in this with us…in a moment!” Vince’s call to her is met by a lustful look their way. “Yes, go on, undress, and then come here!” She is seen to tug away her clothes, to strip away her bra and she rushes to be with them. “You wonder, how you get to me too!”

Serena does not stop working him with her mouth as her hands tug on her hard nipples. She’s aware of how close Hattie is and how feverishly her fingers continue to work her cunt, one arm brushing against Serena’s shoulder as Vince pokes deeply into her open mouth, his hands entangled in her hair.

“Move over for me!” Hattie demands, unable to continue watching them. She trails kisses to Serena’s skin, her hands caressing Vince’s thigh to persuade them to let her join in.

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