Daisy was sitting on my bed; she had not long finished work and was spending the night at mine. We had been dating for around 4 months, and were not living together full time yet, and I always looked forward to nights she stayed over. I was sat at the desk in my room, scrolling through my phone aimlessly as she lay back, grateful for the moment of downtime after work.
"Jamie, how did you come to be involved with Holly the way you are?" Daisy asked me with genuine interest. After the intense threesome she had shared with Holly and me the week prior at our friends' wedding, she was fascinated by Holly. Daisy loved sex; she loved having it, she loved talking about it and sharing me with someone as vibrant and highly sexual as Holly was something that turned her on immensely.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm just interested. I could tell from the wedding how horny she is, and I absolutely fucking loved what the three of us did together. But it's like she can switch it on and off. Around people, in particular poor old Mike, she seems such a quiet, sensible, well-spoken, and almost prudish woman. But she is wild, and her boyfriend has no idea, and neither do most people. Why do you know, and how did you come to be someone that helps her satisfy her....cravings?" Daisy pressed.
"Well, before Mike, she, as far as I understand, had the active and fun sex life that she wanted. When she and Mike got together, they were a good couple. It took a couple of weeks before she realised that he was never going to match her in bed, but she liked him, and she stayed with him, I think maybe too long, so it got to the point she couldn't really give a good reason to leave him, as they seemed fine together....and they are. So she decided that she would find that release elsewhere and stay with Mike. It was me and another friend that, sort of, talked her into doing it that way, after a few drinks one evening some years ago," I explained to Daisy.
"Ooh! Tell me, tell me!" Daisy said wide-eyed. "What friend? How did it happen? How did you suggest it to Holly? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Daisy begged
"Alright, alright!" I said, trying to calm her. I began recounting the story. I closed my eyes as I reminisced fondly about that evening at my house 4 years ago.
The evening was a simple one; I had invited Holly round for dinner along with our mutual friend Scarlett. Holly and Scarlett had previously worked together, and I had gotten to know Scarlett through Holly and become friends with her that way. We were a strange trio. We were just friends, although I had historically slept with both of them before. It was obvious to all of us that Me and Holly or Me and Scarlett wouldn't have made good couples, but we were good friends.
Holly had seemed quiet that night. She was sitting at the stool at the Kitchen island, as I was preparing dinner, sipping her wine quietly, and Scarlett, as she always did, dominated the conversation. Scarlett, which wasn't actually her real name, was loud, brash, and when she had a few drinks, could border on obnoxious and overbearing at times. Oddly, I didn't actually know what her real name was. At her office, they had a system so that no two staff members could have the same name when taking customer calls, so if someone joined the company and there was already someone with the same name, the new person had to adopt a 'phone name' to be known by when speaking to customers, and she had picked 'Scarlett' because her hair was a vibrant scarlet red colour. Over the years she had got used to it and actually preferred it, so just went by that. She was telling us about a hike she had gone on at the weekend, and how she nearly twisted her ankle, but the view was worth it, and how she managed to get to the top of the hill ahead of everyone. She laughed loudly at her own anecdote; I smiled and caught Holly's eye, who politely nodded along to Scarlett's story.
After dinner, Holly offered to help me clear the dishes, but I told her to sit and enjoy her drink. Scarlett popped open another bottle of Red wine, settled on the stool next to Holly, her legs dangling as she was a fairly petite 5 ft 2 in and her small feet kicked against the rungs of the stool. Conversation meandered from work to movies, to relationships. Scarlett leaned forward towards Holly.
"So Holly, you and Mike still going strong? What's the deal, romantic dinners, candles and all that bollocks?" She pressed, her voice loud, but not aggressive, just her usual nosy self.
Holly shifted uneasily on her stool, swirling her wine in her glass. "Yeah, we're good; he's reliable. We had an anniversary dinner last week, nothing crazy," she said, forcing a smile, but I could see the smile didn't reach her eyes. She had mentioned before that things seemed a bit stuck, but hadn't gone into detail. Scarlett, not reading the room, wasn't letting it go.
"Reliable is nice, but come on, spill. You guys doing date nights or what? Mike seems the sort that would plan a whole itinerary with a spreadsheet and everything!" She threw her head back, laughing a bit too much, not noticing Holly's discomfort.
I tried to jump in to ease the tension. "Mike's solid, though, Holly, yeah? Remember that time he came and fixed your car when you broke down in the rain? He's a keeper, right?" I said. Scarlett waved me off as she refilled her wine glass, spilling some.
"Yeah, yeah, but relationships are not just fixing cars," she said. How's the sex life treating you? Or is it all Netflix and chill, literally?" Her tone was playful, but pushy, and the wine made her oblivious to Holly's discomfort.
Holly took a big gulp of her wine. "It's...fine. We don't really talk about it much," Holly forced.
"Fine?!?! Urgh!" Scarlett scoffed. "That's code for boring as hell. Mike's not the adventurous type, is he?" she asked.
Holly was starting to get annoyed at the interrogation, and blurted, "Okay, yes, it's not great. We maybe do it....once a month, if that. He isn't into much, you know. Lights off, quick and quiet, no foreplay, no trying new stuff. It's boring, and it's infrequent, ok!" Her voice dropped, feeling a bit embarrassed at the words tumbling out of her.
Scarlett's eyes widened, but she didn't back down, although she was now a bit more sympathetic and scooted her stool closer to Holly, their knees bumping. "Once a month!? Jesus, Hol, that's criminal; I would be climbing the fucking walls. You deserve better than that!"
I poured another glass for everyone and offered my thoughts. "You ever try to shake things up?" I asked. Holly's eyes met mine.
"All the time. But he gets all weird if you try to suggest anything. Before him, with other boyfriends, I had really fun and regular sex, so yes, I am frustrated as hell, but it's no use," she said, looking sad.
Scarlett nodded. "You are hot as hell, Holly, curvy in all the right places; you could have any guy you wanted, probably. Why are you tolerating this?" she said, placing a hand on Holly's arm, giving it a squeeze.
"Because, for my sins, I love Mike," Holly said. "For lots of reasons, this is just one negative thing. Sure, I don't have an exciting sex life like I used to, with guys who were assholes, or passionate kissing that leads somewhere. With Mike it's just... duty. But there is more to life."
"Duty! Oh my god, Holly!" Scarlett exclaimed, almost falling from her stool. I glared at her. "But fine, if you want to stay with Mike, then fine. But you shouldn't be made to feel as frustrated as you do. If he is so oblivious to it, he probably wouldn't even realise if you sought some fun from someone else, and still technically dated Mike," she said, noticing my eyes raise at what she just said. Holly looked at her also with a raised eyebrow, wondering where she was going with it. "Like, seriously, imagine if we just...reminded you how fun it could be, no pressure or strings or anything," she said casually, her hand still on Holly's arm. Her eyes, after a few glasses of wine, now had a hint of mischief to them.
Holly's breath hitched, but she didn't move away. "You mean, like...with you guys?" she asked tentatively.
"Why not?" Scarlett said. "It could be fun?"
I nodded. "Only if you want to."
"Okay... maybe," Holly whispered.
I held Holly's gaze and leaned in, and we kissed. I was taken aback by how hungrily and passionately Holly kissed me back, like it had been building for a long time. Scarlett approached from the side and put her arm round Holly's waist and leaned in to gently kiss her neck.
"See, not so bad, is it?" Scarlett asked as she pulled away.
Holly's hands trembled as she touched Scarlett's waist, pulling her white blouse from out of her jeans tentatively.
"This is crazy," Holly said. But Scarlett tugged at Holly's black blouse in return, the buttons popping open to reveal her bra, her breasts spilling slightly.
"Crazy good," Scarlett replied as she cupped Holly's breast and tugged her bra down, exposing Holly's hard nipples, gently sucking on them, making Holly moan and arch into her.
I stepped back towards them from behind, kissing Holly's shoulder while Scarlett licked and sucked Holly's breasts. I reached round and unbuttoned Holly's jeans and started peeling them down her legs, as she and Scarlett kissed and groped at each other, exposing her smooth thighs and already damp black lace panties. I traced the fabric with my fingers. "You're wet," I whispered in her ear.
Scarlett broke her lips from Holly. "She needs this," she purred, as she pushed Holly against the kitchen counter, her jeans pooling at her ankles. Holly kicked them off and instinctively spread her legs a bit as Scarlett's hand dipped inside Holly's panties, sliding her finger along her slit, which was drooling by now. "Fuck, Hol, you're soaked."
Holly whimpered, "Scarlett....that feels...oh, oh!" Her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes and gripped the countertop as Scarlett pushed her fingers inside her.
I freed my cock from my jeans, hard and aching. Scarlett looked down and saw it. "Look at that!" she exclaimed, and she took Holly's hand and guided it onto my shaft. Holly gripped it and started stroking me in her hand. I groaned, thrusting into her grip as she jerked my cock like she had been waiting for a lifetime to handle a cock that craved her. Scarlett stripped out of her own jeans and hopped up onto the kitchen counter in front of Holly, pulling her panties to the side, as an invite to Holly. With only a momentary hesitation, Holly leaned in and licked at Scarlett's folds, her tongue flat against her clit
Scarlett bucked, moaning out loud. "Oh fuck! Oh keep going!" Her feet dangled over the countertop, her toes curling as Holly slurped at her pussy.
Holly let go of my cock, as she placed both her hands on Scarlett's thighs as she feasted on her, and I positioned myself behind Holly, pulling her panties down to reveal her glistening and swollen pussy, and rubbed my cockhead at her entrance. "Ready?" I asked.
She pulled briefly away from Scarlett's cunt. "Do it, put it in!" she said urgently, and I pushed inside her, her pussy gripping me instantly, and I grunted as I started thrusting into her, holding her hips as I did.
As I stroked myself along Holly's soft inner walls, Scarlett's breath became ragged, and she suddenly convulsed.
"Oh, Holly! There! right there...Oh! Oh my god!" she squealed as she gripped Holly's hair and climaxed hard, grinding her pussy onto Holly's face. Holly's cries muffled against Scarlett's cunt as I pounded her.
Scarlett hopped down from the counter, her legs still a bit wobbly. "My turn to taste you, Hol," she cooed. She briefly pulled me free from Holly and sucked my cock, getting a taste of Holly's juices coating my shaft, and then buried her tongue into Holly's wet hole.
Holly reached back and stroked Scarlett's hair. "Don't stop, both of you; I am so fucking close!" she pleaded.
Scarlett stuffed my cock back inside Holly and spread Holly's cheeks, flicking her tongue against her tight asshole, rimming her as I slammed back into Holly's cunt.
"Cum for us, Holly," I urged her. "You deserve this orgasm so much."
It hit her hard. Her body shook, and she cried out as her back arched. "Oh Fuck! Oh Yes! Oh, Oh!" She lurched forward as her body bucked. I pulled out of her, stroking my cock.
Scarlett turned to me. "Cum in my mouth!" she demanded. I did. Ropes of semen filled her mouth, covering her tongue, and she swallowed it greedily as Holly rested face down on the countertop, still panting and gasping for breath.
Holly slid down and crouched alongside Scarlett in front of me. My cock, semi-erect, right in front of her. "Let me taste that," Holly said lustfully, and licked the remnants from the tip, getting the last strings of cum and a taste of her own juices from the shaft. Scarlett joined in, and their tongues flicked along my shaft in tandem. Scarlett cupped my balls, squeezing gently as Holly sucked the head of my cock in her warm mouth. The dual attention had blood rushing to my cock again fast, and I couldn't believe that Mike missed out on this at home.
"Getting hard again already!" Scarlett said, her voice husky with arousal. They took turns deep-throating me, taking me as far in as they could, until I throbbed, fully erect and ready.
"My turn," Scarlett said with a grin, wiping her mouth, and she hopped back up onto the counter, wriggling out of her panties and parting her legs, her prominent labia swollen and soaking. I guided myself to her entrance, and she pulled me in hard. "Oh fuck!" she gasped as she started rocking her hips, her hands grabbing my shoulders for leverage.
Holly watched from the side, her fingers circling her own clit as Scarlett ground faster. Scarlett reached down and rubbed her clit as I fucked her fast, holding her hips. "Fuck me hard!" she demanded, and I reached round, grabbing her ass cheeks to pull her in close, fully onto me as she chased her peak.
"Oh! Oh! Yes, that's it! Oh, God!" Scarlett shattered, her pussy spasming as her orgasm crashed over her. She slumped back onto the counter as her body shook, letting my cock slide out of her. Holly sank back down and jerked my cock, which was twitching and waiting for release.
"Not done yet," Scarlett said, pulling Holly up from her knees and against the counter. She grabbed a bottle of Olive Oil from the countertop and slicked her fingers with it, easing one into Holly's asshole, making her groan at the intrusion. "Ever done this, Hol?" she asked.
"Not in years!" Holly exclaimed, allowing it. Scarlett added a second finger, stretching Holly's asshole wider. I slid into Holly's pussy again, double penetrating her slowly.
"Oh God! So full!" Holly gasped, pushing back. Scarlett pulled her fingers from Holly's bottom and grabbed my cock and pushed it into Holly's ass, and she watched me sodomise her while Holly rubbed at her own pussy. Holly came hard again, and I erupted, painting the inside of Holly's ass with hot spurts of cum.
We collapsed onto the kitchen floor, looking at each other, slightly in shock at what he had just done. "That was insane!" Holly laughed.
"Told you that it would be fun; it doesn't have to be boring. You can save the boring ones for Mike," Scarlett said back.
I opened my eyes, from recounting the story to Daisy, to see her, with her hand buried in her panties on the bed, masturbating as she listened to me finish the tale. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she orgasmed, and she opened her eyes and begged me to fuck her. I strode over to the bed and scooped her up, and pressed her up against the wall, urgently pulling my jeans and underwear down, and yanked her knickers to the side and entered her. We fucked frantically, easily one of the best and hardest we ever had done. I banged her roughly against the wall until she came hard and I emptied a heavy and satisfying load deep inside her.
As she caught her breath, she said, "We need to invite Holly for dinner one evening soon!"
