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Dave:

It was pissing down - and that's how it started.

We'd been at the wedding reception for four hours and when we
came out, there was the rain - a typical sub-tropical downpour. 
It wasn't much of a worry; our hotel was about a kilometre away,
but we had our car.  So it wouldn't be long before we were
snuggled up back in the room.

I drove slowly out of the car park and turned in the direction of
the hotel, peering carefully through the windscreen wipers.  I'd
been careful drinking through the night; the breath-test police
didn't worry me - it was just hard to see through the rain.

Maddy saw her first - a drenched figure hunched under a tree by
the side of the road.  I didn't recognise her, but I think that
Maddy did, even through the rain.  I pulled over and Maddy opened
the back door.  "I think you need a lift," she called.

The woman hurried over and clambered into the car.  "Shit.  What
a night," she said, and then, as an afterthought, "thanks".

Maddy leaned around and said, "You're welcome.  We're staying at
the Grand.  That's where you are, aren't you?"

The woman was surprised, but before she could reply, Maddy went
on "I saw you this afternoon when we checked in.  I'm Maddy, and
your chauffeur for the evening is Dave."

There was a chuckle from the back seat - not quite embarrassed,
and a little amused.  "I'm Barbara."

By then we were on our way again, and as they talked about the
wedding and sorted out who was who (she was the bride's aunt and
we were friends of the groom's parents) I tried to concentrate on
the road.  Soon I pulled up at the hotel lobby and invited the
ladies to get out under cover, so that I could search for a space
in the parking lot.  I said a polite "Good evening" to Barbara,
noting as I did that even in her current drowned-rat mode, she
was quite attractive.  Maddy said that she'd see me in the room,
soon.

I had to drive around for a while to find a parking spot that
wasn't too far away, and by the time that I'd done that and
hurried back to the main building, ten minutes had passed and I
was soaked.  I was walking towards the lift when I was approached
by a drunken guest - a sailor, by his clothes - who detained me
for another five minutes with some incomprehensible story.  I
wanted to get away, but what could I do?  Finally, someone else
came in and distracted him.  I raced for the lift.

So, by the time I approached the room, I was a little frustrated,
and very eager to hop into bed with Maddy.   Especially after the
preparation that we'd started at the reception.

I opened the door with a smile on my lips and a swelling in my
trousers, but then stopped.  Instead of Maddy looking seductive
in bed, as I'd hoped, there she was, sitting in the easy chair,
still in her dress.  And sprawled on the bed in the hotel's
complimentary bathrobe, was Barbara.

Maddy:

You should have seen his face.  He'd been on a promise all night
- there was no doubt of that - and he'd expected to race into bed
with me as soon as he got in.  His first thought was probably "Oh
shit."  Then, his mighty brain kicked into gear, and he probably
realised that this might be more than just a momentary
inconvenience.

About that promise.  We'd been dancing close, and he was making
his usual murmurs of appreciation and I was responding.  There's
something about your lover's hard cock pressing into you while
you're dancing.  It always makes me think of what's to come.

So, I'd said to him "Getting any ideas, lover?" and he'd replied
"Mmmm.  I think that you should go to the ladies room."

"What?" I'd said, pulling back in surprise.  "Why?"

"Because I want you to take off your knickers and bring them back
to me."

"And assuming that I go along with this strange idea?" I asked
quietly, just a little turned on at the thought, "What then?"

"Nothing" he said.  "I just like the thought of you going around
for the rest of the night, in just that flimsy dress, with the
evening air fanning your fanny.  And thinking of the reception
that you're going to get back at the hotel."

And that's what happened.  Except that Barbara came into our
life.

* * *

When Dave left us in the hotel foyer, I looked at her.  She
needed drying, but just as much she probably needed a friend.  I
knew that Dave would be pissed off at not getting into bed with
me right away, but he'd get over it.  The truth is, I felt a
little motherly towards Barbara, even though we were around the
same age.

So I said, "Why not come up to our room to dry out."

"Oh, I don't think so" she said.  "You've already been such a
Good Samaritan".

"Nonsense," I said, and with a smile "and I've got a bottle of
Bailey's".

"Ah," she said, grinning, "you know my weakness.  Lead on, then."

We reached the room and I invited her to get out of her wet
clothes.  I offered the robe, and I half expected her to go into
the bathroom to change, but she showed no signs of modesty and
stripped completely before getting a towel and drying herself.

I busied myself with pouring the Bailey's (generous slugs,
because of our ordeal), while we chatted more about the wedding.
Then I kicked off my sandals, leaving me almost undressed.

We raised our glasses to each other and she said, with a nod to
my dress, "Aren't you going to get comfortable?"

I blushed a little, as I described Dave's request on the dance
floor.  She laughed, and stretched out on the bed and said "Nice
one.  He seems a good catch."

I told her a little about us - both been around the block a few
times before we met, but now going steady for a few years.  And
yes, he was a good catch.

Things went quiet as we sized each other up.  I don't know if she
was thinking the same as I was, but I warmed to her - and not
just as a friend.  As she lay on the bed, her legs parted the
robe and I saw that they were long and shapely.  I'd noticed them
before, of course, when she undressed, but this was different. 
She was flashing me.  She looked at me over the rim of her glass,
and licked the coffee cream from her lips.

Then Dave walked in.

Barbara:

When they rescued me from that damned storm, I was grateful - but
no more.  I'd like to say that I had seen them on the dance floor
and had noticed her pass him the panties, but no.  I was just so
glad to be out of the rain.

The wedding had been bearable, but the reception was a bore.  The
other relatives were people whom I saw often enough anyway, and
the general merriment made my solitary state all the more
obvious.  So I'd left as soon as it was polite, but I hadn't
counted on the rain.

When she invited me up to their room, it didn't take long for me
to accept.  There was nothing sexual just then, but there was a
need for companionship.  And that was something that I'd been
missing for a while.

As I lay on the bed sipping the drink and looking at Maddy, I
started to relax.  Her eyes were what drew my attention.  In men
and women, it's the eyes that I go for.  Hers were big, brown and
sparkling, and they sparkled even more when she smiled.  I liked
this woman.

And then the door opened.

Dave:

I guess that I thought quickly, but my surprise must have shown.
I soon recovered my savoir faire though and fumbled the door
closed.  I walked slowly to the table and poured myself a glass
of Bailey's.  "Any more for any more?" I asked, with what I hoped
was a suave raised eyebrow.

They both accepted a refill and I sat down at last.  Maddy was
wearing a cheeky smile and asked why I'd been so long.  I passed
on the double entendre - had we not had a guest, I'd have made
some suggestive comment.

I told them about the parking and the mariner, and then observed
that they'd spent the time well, getting more comfortable.

"Well, I'm very comfortable, thank you," said Barbara, "but you
look a bit damp.  Would you like this robe?"

I assured her that she looked better in it than I did, but agreed
that I should get out of my wet clothes.

Maddy:

Now, this was starting to look good.  An attractive half-dressed
woman inviting my lover to get undressed - and him accepting. I
smiled a little bit more and said that he should start soon
because we were way ahead of him.

Barbara joined in, and suggested that I help him because he
seemed quite shy.  "But only down to his jocks," she said.  Then,
to him but with a sideways look at me, "You are wearing jocks
aren't you?"

Dave:

At this stage, I stopped trying to keep up, and went with the
flow.

I kicked off my shoes while Maddy kissed my ear and unbuttoned my
shirt.  She eased it off and then ran her hands down my legs and
took off my socks.  Then she stroked my groin as she moved up to
unbuckle my belt and ease down the zip of my trousers.

My attention was drawn to a voice behind me.  Barbara was running
her fingertips across my shoulders as she offered me a towel. 
"Here," she said, "this'll make you feel better."

I was feeling pretty good already, but I accepted it.  By this
time, Maddy had my trousers around my ankles and I stepped out of
them.  Putting the towel aside, I lifted her up and kissed her,
caressing her buttocks as I did.  As the kiss progressed, my hand
moved round her hip until I felt the swelling mound above her
pussy.  I slowly moved my fingers up and down through the soft
fabric and she squirmed and murmured in appreciation.  Again, the
voice came from over my shoulder.  "And when do I get my reward?
It was my idea, you know."

I broke the kiss - lingeringly - and moved to face Barbara, still
toying with Maddy's mound.  She moved her hands to my face as our
lips met.  And our tongues, and then our lips and tongues.  My
free hand eased her to me and I felt though the robe what I had
suspected - it was all she was wearing.  So I caressed her a
little, too.

Maddy:

Now, this was exciting.  My man was groping both of us, and boy,
were we willing!

I lifted his hand - the one that was feeling me good - kissed it
and placed it around Barbara's shoulder, and moved behind her. 
With small kisses at the base of her neck, I reached around to
untie the cord, then slipped the robe from her.

Naked, she pressed her body against Dave while they continued
their deep kissing.  His hands moved to the sensitive crease
below her buttocks and he stroked them back and forth, with just
the tips of his fingers making contact.  She started to do some
serious grinding against his straining cock.

Finally, they came up for air, and she closed her eyes and said
"Mmmmmmmmmm".

She reached for his hand, twined her fingers in his, and looked
at me with a dreamy smile.  "Your turn, sweetie," she said.

Barbara moved around behind me and eased the zip down, while Dave
moved the dress down over my breasts, my belly and my thighs,
until it joined his clothes and her robe in a pile on the floor.

I then bent down to roll Dave's jocks down to his ankles.  As his
cock sprang free, Barbara reached for it and started a gentle
stroking.

Now, I thought, what next?

Barbara:

I knew that we couldn't turn back now.  All three of us were so
turned on, we were alone and we were ready.  I didn't try to
process how we'd come to this point; I just wanted something -
anything - to happen.

It was Maddy who took the next step.  Bless her.

"Barbara is our guest, Dave," she said.  "Let's treat her right."


I thought that I was doing quite well, thank you, but I allowed
myself to be led to the bed, from which Maddy had stripped the
covers, leaving cool, crisp sheets.  They ushered me to the
centre of the bed, and suggested that I close my eyes while they
gave me a massage.  One part of me wanted to shriek, "Fuck the
massage; just fuck me," but I took a deep breath and did as they
suggested.

Maddy - I could tell by her touch - started the massage, stroking
my temples, my cheeks and my neck.  Dave started with my toes, my
ankles and my calves.  I was relaxed, but at the same time so
excited that there was no chance of my drifting off, with that
smouldering sense of passion in my chest, my belly and my loins.
It was so dreamy.

Maddy's fingertips were now moving over my shoulders to my upper
arms and then to my breasts.  Round and round the mounds they
went and then she dragged her fingernails over my nipples.  Now,
that was good!  She spent quite a while on my nipples, and
occasionally lowered her lips to mine - just brushing them and
then moving away.  I strained to maintain lip and tongue contact,
but when I tried, she stayed just out of reach.  The tease!

Dave meanwhile had reached the top of my thighs and I moved to
present my pussy to him, but he also showed remarkable restraint,
with just the merest brush over my trimmed bush.  "This is not
fair, you guys," I complained, but they just shushed me.

Then I felt Dave move away, and I heard the glug, glug of the
Bailey's being poured.  I waited to be offered some, but all I
got was a little dribbled on my nipples, and then had the
luscious sensation of both of them licking the creamy juice off
me.  But the best was yet to come.

I felt a gentle stream dropping onto the lower part of my belly
and making its way down to my slit.  As it reached my clitoris, I
felt one, then two tongues duelling for the honour of licking it
from me.  Three times this happened and each one was better than
before.  Of course, it wasn't just my clit that was being lapped
- my outer lips were also getting the royal treatment.

Up and down and around the top, their lips went.  And then they
started again and again.

I didn't think I could take any more and begged to be fucked. 
Maddy acknowledged that they'd messed about enough with me and
asked Dave to come over to her.  I opened my eyes and saw her
stroking his cock and taking it slowly into her mouth.  She made
quite a show of moving her lips slowly up and down, making it
bigger and slipperier. Finally, she cast a critical eye over it
and said "OK - that should do."

"About time," Dave said (and I agreed with him) as he moved back
towards me on his knees.  I opened my legs as wide as I could and
reached out to him.  He moved slowly into me as Maddy kept up a
gentle fluttering tickling on my clit.  She then moved her lips
to mine and kissed me eagerly, all the time stroking my bud as
Dave began a steady rhythm into my eager pussy.

I was so ready for him, with my juices flowing just enough to
ease his movement.  I was very excited and knew that I wouldn't
last much longer.  The feel of his swollen cock filling me up was
compounded by her magic fingers sending electric thrills through
my lower body.

I began the quiet grunting that marks the start of my really good
orgasms, as I strained to match his strokes.  Maddy tweaked my
nipples as we mashed our mouths together, our tongues probing,
caressing, fighting.  This, I think, sent me over the top.

I let out a huge cry - I don't know what, but I just had to
express myself as I locked my ankles behind Dave to pull him
fiercely further into my cunt. As the orgasm pounded through me,
I felt the walls of my vagina tense and slacken, tense and
slacken as I thrashed around, locking him in my frantic embrace.
And as I felt my own waves begin to subside, then I felt him
explode as his hot sperm shot all through my cunt.  He shook and
shivered and moaned, and finally collapsed in my arms.

Maddy:

Well, that had been exciting.  We'd brought her to the threshold
of orgasm and she'd burst right through.  And taken Dave with
her.  And now, unless we acted quickly, there'd be one hell of a
wet spot on the sheets.

"All right, you two," I called.  "Post-orgasmic glow is one
thing, but a wet arse all night is another.  Dave, roll over and
take Barbara with you."

He grumbled and she chuckled, but they managed it without coming
apart.

"Now," I said. "Any time that you want to ease off him, feel
free.  But move your leaking twat up over his belly.  A man
shouldn't be afraid of his seed."

Barbara showed no signs of wanting to separate soon.  She just
squatted over his softening cock as long as she could, kissing
him tenderly.  Eventually though, he shrunk right out of her, and
with a happy sigh she slid up his body and squeezed his juice out
of her pussy.

Then she rolled off him and smiled at us and said, "Thanks."

I leaned over and kissed her.

Dave:

I was shagged.  Knackered.  But not finished.  I wouldn't be
ready again for a short time, but I knew that the night wasn't
over yet.

Looking at the two of them kissing, I wondered what I'd done to
deserve this sort of luck.  Whatever it was, I'd like to know so
that I could keep doing it.

I went to the bathroom and washed the juices off me, had a smirk
at my reflection in the mirror (hey - I'm a guy) and walked back
to where the ladies were lying in a gentle loving embrace.  I
knew that we still had to give Maddy her pleasure, and I wanted
it to be something special.

I cleared my throat loudly, until they separated and looked at me
expectantly.  "Maddy," I said, "that was very enjoyable, and
you'll no doubt have your turn soon.  But we can't have you
seducing any people that you find in your room.  It's just not
right.  Is it, Barbara?"

Barbara looked at me quizzically, but being quick on the uptake
said "That's right Dave."

"So," I said in my mock-stern voice, "Maddy you've been naughty
and you'll have to be punished."

By now Maddy had twigged to what was up.  "Yes," she said
quietly.

"Well," I continued, "I want you to get your hairbrush from the
bathroom and bring it to me."

Again the quiet reply, "Yes".

As she left the room, Barbara asked if this was all right.  I
assured her that it was a regular game of ours and that she was
welcome to join in.  She agreed to.

I sat on the bed as Maddy returned and handed me the hairbrush,
her pose erect and but her eyes downcast.  Good acting, I
thought.

"Now," I said.  "I want you to bend over my lap."  As she moved
into this position, I manoeuvred myself so that my relaxed cock
was directly under her pussy.

"OK, " I said, "this is punishment - not torture.  If you need to
stop, let me know."  "Barbara," I continued, "I'll need you to
help ease the pain."  I indicated where on the bed I wanted her
to kneel.

And I brought the hairbrush down with a loud slap on Maddy's bare
buttock.

Maddy:

We hadn't done this often (and never with a spectator), but when
we did I loved it.  Dave knew how to smack hard enough to get my
attention - to sting but not to hurt.  So, I was prepared for the
first smack and I gasped as I ground my cunt into his hardening
cock.

What happened next though was a surprise.  On the hot, stinging
skin I felt a kiss and then a tongue lapping the rosy flesh. 
This was Barbara easing the pain, and it worked very well.

Nine times more the brush smacked and each time there was the
healing touch of her soft mouth.

Dave must have decided that I'd had enough, because he then asked
Barbara to get the small bag from the bottom drawer beside the
bed.  For a moment, I was confused and then I realised.  Toy
time!

Barbara:

I opened the bag and found three vibrators - one small pink one,
one larger purple model in the shape of an erect cock and a third
that was a black shaft with a silver-coloured head.

Dave said, "These fine fellows are Little Richard, Peter and Long
John.  I think that tonight will be Peter's treat."  He indicated
the purple one and showed me what to do by moving the handle of
the hair brush slowly down the crack between Maddy's rosy
buttocks.

I gave the head of the dildo a brief lick - although by Maddy's
responses I didn't think that there'd be any need for
lubrication. Then I drew the instrument up the inside of her
thigh until it nestled against the opening of her twat.  I was
feeling very aroused by all this play, and I leaned over to kiss
Dave as I twirled the toy around her moist lips before easing it
into her pussy.  As I expected, there was no resistance.  On the
contrary, she strained against it to welcome the intrusion.

Leaving it nestled just inside her, I rotated the top to turn it
on.  A faint buzz indicated that it had started to do its work. 
I moved it in and out a little, while I concentrated on Dave, who
was returning my kisses in earnest.  I wanted to grab his cock,
but it was still buried under Maddy's straining groin.

Maddy:

I couldn't see them, but I knew that they were up to something. 
Dave was still moving his hands all over my buttocks and around
my pussy lips while Peter buzzed away, but it seemed that he was
just a little distracted.  I squirmed a little to get their
attention and was rewarded by Barbara stroking the tool further
into me, and so I squirmed even more, rubbing against his cock,
which was hardening nicely.

That got his attention, and I could feel him move away from
Barbara.

"Oh, my love," I cried, "give it to me, please."

"Well," he drawled in that semi-serious tone, "we're coming to
the final task to atone for your wickedness."

"And what is that?" I asked, with some apprehension.

"It's quite simple," he replied.  "You just have to make the
three of us come."

Dave:

I knew that I couldn't last too much longer, and I knew that my
two partners were ready for it, so I started getting us all into
position for a grand finale.

First, I eased Peter out of his wet cave and offered the slick
tube to Barbara, who licked Maddy's juices from it.  I then
kissed her again to savour that taste of her mouth and Maddy's
pussy.

I motioned Barbara to the top of the bed and asked her to spread
her legs.  Her pussy lips were still red from our previous bout,
and I leaned over to help myself to a luscious lick.  She was
very tasty.

I handed her the Long John dildo, with an invitation to start
some serious stimulation, while I returned my attention to Maddy,
who was still - somehow - trying to get my aroused cock to find
its way into her steamy cunt.  I eased her off my lap and
caressed her still-pink buttocks.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Absolutely," she purred.

"Well," I said, "Barbara has a delicious cunt just waiting for
your attention.  Go to it."

"Oh yes," said Barbara, "it's just waiting for you," as she
rolled Long John around her pussy lips and stroked him into her
hole.

On her hands and knees, Maddy slowly crawled up the bed, removed
the dildo and buried her mouth into the pink gash.  I heard
something like "mumble mumble Georgia O'Keeffe mumble" and she
moved her lips and her tongue around Barbara's pussy.

Barbara was really enjoying this.  Her head moved slowly from
side to side as she began to grunt quietly and her hands moved
over Maddy's head and down the back of her neck.  Her knees began
moving around as her thighs clamped Maddy's shoulders.

As for me, I had the hottest view imaginable.  My lover was
beavering away at our guest, and presenting her beautiful bum to
me.

I moved behind her and reached for Peter the dildo.   I eased it
into her from behind and started long, slow, steady strokes.

"Awwww," she cried, raising her head (much to Barbara's
disappointment).  "Haven't I been punished enough?  I want the
real thing."

"And have it you will, my love, just as soon as you get back to
looking after Barbara," I said.

"Oh goody," she replied, and moved back to drink from the cup of
Venus.

I removed Peter and shuffled up to Maddy's raised bum.  With my
fingertips, I stroked her buttocks and moved her thighs to part
her slick labia.  I knew that she liked this a lot, especially if
I rubbed her lips before coming into her.  This I did, and
positioned my cock at the lower part of her pussy, and with one
steady thrust I entered her.

Although she'd been anticipating it, it must have come as a bit
of a shock.  There was just a hint of a shudder and then she
moved back against me, gripping my cock with her strong vaginal
muscles.  As we entered into a steady rhythm, I looked up from
the glorious sight of my cock disappearing into her crack and
then smiled at Barbara's heaving body and her rapt face.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled and mouthed "thank you" as I
pounded away and Maddy increased the tempo of her oral
activities.  I grunted "You're very welcome" as I strained to
hold out until Maddy was ready.

I didn't have to wait long.  Barbara came first, gripping Maddy
fiercely with her hands and knees as she threw her head back with
a hoot of ecstasy.  I knew Maddy was close too, and I reached
around and flicked her swollen clit, which brought her on, fast.
She raised her head from Barbara's heaving twat and gave a
drawn-out groan as she tensed her cunt to grip my cock savagely.

And that was all that I needed.  I could feel the orgasm building
from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.  The sensation
tore through my body and my cock started pumping cum as though
there was a raging fire that had to be quenched.  Three, four,
five times the muscles tensed and the juice spurted, before I
collapsed against Maddy's back, and then rolled free.

With cheeky smiles we shuffled together, to cuddle and to savour
this moment.

Maddy:

And nobody worried about the wet spot.