Two's Company, Three's Fun!

There are occasions when three is definitely not a crowd; especially in these swinging days. Even in the past, it wasn't unknown for three people to share a sexual relationship and live happily under the same roof.

Perhaps the most celebrated menage a trois in history was the Lord Nelson/Emma Hamilton affair in which the naval hero moved into the Hamilton household. The three apparently led a harmonious existence although it has never been suggested that group sex took place. It appears, rather, that Emma's husband turned a blind eye to her loving liaison with Nelson.

Admittedly, Sir William was older than Emma; perhaps he secretly welcomed the presence of a younger, more virile, man in his house to help him satisfy his wife's sexual appetite.

An older man, with a young sexy wife, might accept such a situation, but how would a woman react to the prospect of sharing her husband with another girl?

Greta, an attractive honey-blonde of 30, married for nine years, describes her emotions when faced with such a prospect:

My first reaction was jealousy, pure and simple. Harry was my man. I wasn't going to share him with anybody; not even Jill.

Perhaps I'd better explain. Jill was — and still is — my best friend. We were married about the same time but, unlike me, Jill didn't find the happiness she expected. I was truly sorry when her marriage went on the rocks. That was why I invited her to stay with us for a spell after her divorce came through. I thought it might help her to get over the emotional upheaval; I wasn't prepared for the havoc she wrought with my emotions.

Jill had always been highly sexed. During our early teens we had both gone through a lesbian stage and I well remember the passion she displayed during our immature sexual frolics. I wasn't prepared however, for the frank way she ogled Harry. Finally, she came right out with what was in her mind.

'I'm not sorry to be rid of Terry,' she said, 'But I do miss the sex bit.' She went on half-jokingIy, 'How about lending me Harry?'

That took my breath away and I looked at my husband to see his reaction. He looked as if he couldn't believe his ears, but the gleam in his eye betrayed him. He fancied the idea!

When I got my breath back, I said tartly, 'You must be joking! If you think I'm going to sit here while you and Harry go upstairs and —'

'But you would be upstairs, too; watching us,' said Jill, rolling her dark eyes suggestively.

'How about that?' chipped in Harry. 'Fancy a gleesome threesome, darling?'

I hedged. Things were moving too fast for me. I didn't want to be considered a "square" but, all the same... I Furious with both of them for putting me in such a fix, I finally agreed with rather a bad grace.

Reluctantly, I followed them up to our bedroom, anticipating my role of spectator with distaste. It's difficult to describe my feelings as I watched my husband take another woman in his arms and start to kiss and caress her. I found it embarrassing listening to their gasps and moans as their passion mounted.

When they were stripped to the buff, I noticed cattily that Jill hadn't kept her figure as well as I had. Her breasts sagged a little, there was a trace flabbiness round her waist and her hips had spread somewhat. I almost purred as I ran my hands over my still trim figure.

Then I turned my attention to Harry. Maybe I'd begun to take him for granted because I felt a thrill of sensual pleasure when I realised how darkly handsome he was. I admired anew his well-muscled body as he picked Jill up and deposited her on the bed. The sight of his love-ready penis reminded me how well he was endowed.

My breathing quickened as their dance of love began. I was fascinated as I watched Harry's small firm buttocks rising and falling rhythmically; Jill's sinuously writhing body responding to his thrusting loins. The tempo quickened until their movements blended into a symphony of twisting bodies, intertwined limbs.

Jill's wild animal cry blended with Harry's exultant yell as they climaxed simultaneously. My heart seemed to have risen into my throat; I could feel it thumping madly there. The trembling of my limbs, the moist sticky warmth between my thighs, told their own story: I was madly turned on!

I tore the clothes from my eager body and flung myself on the bed. 'When you're ready, Harry,' I gasped hoarsely.

My husband is very virile and it wasn't long before he was fully erect again. I moaned with carnal pleasure as he sank his rigid rod deep into my lust-wet vagina. It gave me a new thrill to feel the warmth of Jill's body alongside me as Harry rode me to a swift searing climax.

He remained firm and, as soon as my orgasm had passed, he started moving in me again. This time, Jill slipped a hand between us, gently stroking my clitoris, titillating Harry's thrusting penis, bringing us to a mutual climax intensity.

When Harry withdrew and retreated to the bathroom, Jill and I rolled over to face each other. Almost without thinking, I slid my hand between her thighs and started stroking her engorged clitoris. 'This is like old times, isn't it?' she murmured, slipping a long tapering finger into my vagina.

When the spasmodic shuddering of our all-girl orgasm had subsided, we became aware that Harry was standing watching us. 'That really was something,' he said.

'Well, will you look at that!' cried Jill, pointing to Harry's proud penis. 'I know what you would like.' She motioned to him to lie down on the bed, then she crouched beside him, facing his feet. I trembled with lust when she bent her head and took his stiff shaft deep into her mouth.

Listening to Harry's sighs of pleasure turned me on so wildly that I squatted over his face to let him reach my vagina with his lips and tongue. It was fantastic! I found myself stroking Jill's buttocks, exploring the cleft, until my probing finger found its way to her clitoris.

That seemed to inspire Jill to greater efforts which, in turn, intensified Harry's performance which made me increase my endeavours which made Jill... It was a chain reaction, resulting in a triple climax of devastating force. We decided to call it a day after that.

Despite our near-orgy, we were all eager to sample our new-found pleasure again the next day. My inhibitions completely gone, I stripped swiftly and threw myself across the bed, hoping Harry would take me. Instead, Jill knelt between my wide-spread thighs and started kissing my pussy. The gentle touch of her lips, the soft caress of her tongue, sent me soaring to the heights of sensual bliss.

Jill gasped suddenly and started probing vigorously with her lively tongue. I opened my eyes to find that Harry had taken her from behind. As I watched, I realised that Jill's tongue was thrusting in unison with the piston-strokes of Harry's penis.

When she climaxed, she sucked my clit right into her mouth, pressing it against her palate with her tongue. I gave a long lingering cry of sheer ecstasy and started to come. When the convulsions of my orgasm ebbed, I saw Harry slumped over Jill's back, his eyes glazed in the fulfilment of his passion.

Later, Jill and I changed places. It was marvellous to feel Harry's rock-hard rod driving into me as I explored the moist depths of Jill's vagina with my tongue. When I felt his warm sperm shoot into me, I played a tattoo on Jill's clit with the tip of my tongue, bringing her to a wild climax just as the spasms of my own orgasm began.

There was no holding us after that. We explored every way of making three-way love our ingenuity could devise. Sometimes we need plenty of space, like when I kneel in front of Harry and take his splendid shaft in my mouth while Jill lies on the floor, her head between my thighs, kissing and sucking my pussy fit to drive me mad.

Often, we all climax together; always we start coming within seconds of each other. The whole scene is the most tremendous turn-on. Little did I think when Jill arrived to spend a few weeks with us — six months — that she would revolutionise our sex-life!

Two women, one man; living happily together and enjoying a stimulating and satisfying three-way sexual relationship. How would it work for two men and a girl? Ken, a 35-year-old bachelor, tells us:

I had often phantasised about having two women at the same time — what man hasn't? — but it never occurred to me that I would ever be involved in a threesome with a young married couple. It all started with a chance remark I made to Lionel, a workmate of mine.

We were discussing sex — as men do — and were enthusing over the delights of fellatio. 'I've often wondered,' I said, 'how a woman feels when she gives a man a gam.'

'You could easily find out,' murmured Lionel.

I looked at him curiously. He coloured a bit, then looking me straight in the eye, 'You could give me a gam, if you like.'

I was too surprised to reply at first. He must be a bit queer, I thought, wanting me to fellate him when he has a lovely sexy young wife to do it for him.

'You're kidding!' I laughed.

'No, I mean it.'

I looked at this handsome fair-haired youngster regarding me seriously with his clear blue eyes and I recalled that bit about Casanova wanting to sample every human experience. Since I have modelled my life on that of the great lover, I thought — why not give it a whirl?

'Ok, then,' I said.

'Fine! Come round to our place tonight, about eight.'

I felt a bit of a chump when the door was opened by Lionel's ravishing wife, Irene.

'Oh, hello, Ken,' she said in her husky sexy voice. 'Come on in. We're expecting you.'

Has he told her? I wondered. Suddenly, I didn't feel so keen on the idea as I followed Irene indoors and studied the pert movements of her cute little bum. I would much rather have a session with her.

We sat around for a while making small talk and having a drink or two. I began to wonder if Lionel had got cold feet when he said abruptly, 'Shall we go upstairs?'

We stood and looked at one another in the middle of the bedroom floor. I'd never felt so embarrassed, I hadn't expected Irene to come with us. Neither Lionel or I seemed keen to make the first move. It was Irene who broke the deadlock.

'Come on, boys, don't be shy!' she said, flashing her sexy eyes and beginning to undress.

There's an art in stripping and Irene knew every trick. By the time she was naked, I was poker-stiff and I'm sure Lionel was, too.

I took off my tie, shirt, trousers. Lionel did likewise and we stood and faced each other in our briefs, both sporting a healthy male bulge. We seemed reluctant to make the final move and, once again, Irene stepped in. She wiggled over to me and slid my briefs down my thighs, letting my penis spring free. 'Mmmm! Nice!' she murmured, eyeing it appreciatively.

Then she stripped Lionel of his last defence and I assessed his sexual potential: the long straight shaft, the glossy purple-tinged head boldly exposed by circumcision. Very well hung, I conceded as I knelt down in front of him, wondering if I could go through with it. I poked out my tongue and touched it tentatively to the underside of the glans.

Lionel caught his breath sharply and his penis shied like a frightened colt. After a few more applications of tongue to tip, I judged it was time to go a step further. Grasping his shaft firmly in one hand and cupping his testicles in the other, I eased the whole head into my mouth. It was a new experience.

The taste was not unpleasant; the throbbing of the engorged glans strangely exciting. Wrapping my tongue around it, I started sucking slowly, setting Lionel's whole body quivering; drawing low moans of pleasure from the back of his throat.

The sudden contraction of his belly muscles, the tensing of his penis, should have warned me that his climax was imminent, but the fact didn't register. When his warm slimy sperm gushed on to the back of my tongue, I drew away, gagging.

'Sorry, Ken,' muttered Lionel. 'I should have warned you.'

'That's okay!' I gasped, gulping down the dregs of the sticky fluid.

Our attention was diverted by a shuddering moan from Irene. She was kneeling on the floor, head thrown back, body convulsed by the orgasm she had induced with her own fingers. It was one of the most sensual sights I had ever seen.

When she had stopped coming, she smiled at us. 'If you enjoyed doing it as much as I enjoyed watching you — ' she said.

'It was terrific!' said Lionel.

'Well, it was certainly different,' I admitted.

'I think you'll like this,' she murmured as she crouched in front of me and slid my throbbing penis into her mouth. I gasped in amazement when the tip touched the back of her throat. Why did Lionel need me, I wondered, when he had a wife who could gam like this.

I glanced at him to gauge his reaction to Irene's performance. As I watched, his penis hardened and rose to full erection. He dropped on his knees behind Irene, hoisted her buttocks off the floor and plunged his shaft deep into her vagina. It really was something to watch Lionel thrusting into the girl who was driving me crazy with her sensational oral act.

I warned her I was going to come, but she paid no heed, taking every last drop of my sperm into her throat. Lionel reached his climax in a frantic pounding against Irene's bottom. She released my penis to bury her face in my belly as she started coming.

We talked about it afterwards, over supper, and agreed we had all found a new thrill in our sexual experiment.

'Why don't you stay all night?' invited Irene.

'Why not?' I agreed.

This time we undressed without restraint and Irene threw herself across the bed, letting her head hang down over the edge. Lionel knelt and slid his penis down her throat. I looked meangingfully at her invitingly open thighs and wondered if I dare, but a tenseness in Lionel's expression warned me off.

Instead of burying my shaft in her, I parted her little black bush with my fingers and placed my mouth against the silky smooth lips of her pussy. As my tongue darted from her vagina to her clitoris, her moans of ecstasy were strangely modified by Lionel's penis moving in her throat.

I was too engrossed to notice when Lionel came, but I was in no doubt about Irene. Her thighs closed like a vice about my face and her vagina throbbed fiercely against my mouth as her orgasm gripped her. She recovered quickly and invited Lionel and me to "change ends."

When I felt my penis slide slowly into the warm wet depths of her throat, as I watched Lionel's shaft engulfed by her vagina, I gave a cry of absolute lust and shot my sperm with explosive force.

I let my penis lie in her mouth, fondled her small firm breasts as Lionel moved into the final paroxysm. Irene's cry of fulfilment reverberated along the length of my still stiff shaft as she came.

We slept three in a bed, waking early to renew our sexual adventures. Lionel lay across the bed and opened his mouth invitingly. I was surprised to find him almost as accomplished as Irene with the throat technique.

To my delight, she straddled him to fellate him, giving me a wonderful view of her smooth round buttocks. As she leant forward to take him deeper, her gorgeous pussy came into view, the glistening lips beckoning me. I leaned forward and slid my tongue deep into her dew-drenched vagina.

It was fantastic! All three of us soared swiftly to our peak. I was so carried away, I thrust my shaft far down Lionel's throat, making him retch just as he started to come. It nearly tore him apart.

That session led to a regular weekly date until, eventually, Lionel and Irene asked me to move in with them. I was only too happy to agree. Lionel and I have a novel relationship — maybe there's a bit of the homo in both of us — and I have the added pleasure of sex with Irene, a beautiful sensuous girl about fifteen years younger than me.

I have a shrewd idea that Lionel, virile though he is, welcomes my assistance in satisfying his ardent young wife. Now that I live with them, he has no objection to me taking Irene in a complete lover's embrace. She recovers so quickly from an orgasm that, sometimes, even the two of us can hardly cope.

It's difficult to decide which is the biggest turn-on; taking Irene while she fellates Lionel; enjoying her special oral technique while I watch Lionel loving her — or what. But we all agree on one thing: three-way sex has added a new dimension to our lives and we all derive supreme sensual satisfaction from our relationship.

These are only two examples of the menage a trois in a modern setting. There are, no doubt, many more cases of a trio proving more fulfilling than a duet.