I had been friends with Holly for many years. We were both in our mid-thirties and had known each other since our early twenties. Holly was the epitome of the old saying: 'It's always the quiet ones.'

On the surface, Holly was a polite, mild-mannered, friendly young woman who was always on time for work, generally didn't stay out partying all night, and was well-spoken, and almost came across as vanilla and prudish. But underneath the surface, Holly had an insatiable sexual appetite. I was one of the few people in her inner circle of friends who was privy to this side of her.

Holly had a boyfriend called Mike. He was a nice guy; he was dependable and stable. Sadly, he had never once satisfied Holly sexually in his entire life, not that he was aware of this. She stayed with him because, for lots of reasons, they were a good couple, and he was very good for Holly. But she always craved a more exciting, satisfying, and steamy sex life, which she had enjoyed historically with previous partners. So from time to time, Holly would need to satisfy her cravings, and because of a drunken night some years ago, where I was introduced to that side of her, I was often fortunate enough to join Holly to help her live her wild side. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a third party. It was a 'favour' that I was always more than happy to participate in. She knew I wouldn't tell anyone, she knew I would always be available to join her, and she trusted and was comfortable with me. We both knew that for various reasons, we would never work as a couple in a relationship, but this physical, sexual, semi-regular arrangement suited us both.

Holly and Mike didn't live together. For now, Holly preferred not to cohabit with him as it made her arrangements easier to keep secret. Holly had a 2-bedroom house, and because of her University Language studies and to earn a bit of extra cash, she hosted foreign students to live with her, whilst they were in the UK studying, so they could practice their English and because Holly was fluent in Spanish and French, if they needed to converse in their native tongue, they could.

I got a call from Holly one afternoon, where she told me about her new tenant, Marie. She was a young French Woman, in her very early twenties. She had recently moved into Holly's spare room. Holly told me how she had been chatting to Marie over recent days, and was impressed by the young French woman's confidence and how sexually uninhibited she seemed to be, as I understand many French are. She had spoken about adventures with old boyfriends, how she had experimented with girls at college, and spoke quite freely about her sex life and her fantasies about some of the guys in her English Study class. She also told me how cute Marie was and how she might be an ideal third party for a regular Ménage à trois, as she seemed like she might be a willing participant. She invited me over the following evening and explained her plan to me. I was, of course, happy to oblige!

I arrived at Holly's house the next day, and she answered the door to me, dressed in a way that she knew would get me in the mood for what was to come. She had a white blouse, tucked into a very short Red plaid skirt, that gave a glimpse of her black stockings and a peek of her garter, plus some nice black high heels that gave her legs shape and added some height to her fairly short 5ft 3in frame. I put my arms around her and pulled her in for a hug and kiss as I stepped through the door.

"Do you think Marie will go with it?" I asked Holly. I was sceptical that the plan would work.

"Honestly, I think she will, I think she will be seduced quite easily into joining us," Holly replied.

"And if she doesn't?" I asked. "What if she freaks out?"

"Then she can leave and move out if she is uncomfortable with anything," Holly said, quite matter-of-factly. "But I have a good feeling about it"

We walked through to the living room, and Holly called up the stairs. "Marie, can you come down here? Our guest has arrived and would like to meet you."

Moments later, Marie came downstairs; her casual attire was a stark contrast to Holly's deliberately provocative ensemble. She wore loose pink Pyjama bottoms that hung low on her hips and a pink tank top that outlined her small, perky breasts. As Holly had assured me, she was very cute. An incredibly petite 4 ft 11 in in height, short, raven-black hair, and a cute, pretty face. She came into the living room and met me with a smile. "Hello! Nice to meet you!" she said in serviceable English.

"Bonjour," I replied, digging up my high school French, which got a giggle from Marie.

Marie then turned and saw Holly, and she flushed, seeing Holly's exposed garters and the hem of her skirt riding high. In Marie's wonderful melodic French accent, she tended to drop the 'H' when saying Holly's name. "Oh....Olly, you look… different," she said, her accent thickening, trying to find the right words.

"I wanted to look nice for Jamie; he likes it when I dress like this, especially when he comes over to fuck me," Holly said, looking Marie in the eye, as I stepped alongside her and wrapped my arm around her waist.

"You two are going to...err, have sex? I can go out if you want me to?" Marie asked, thinking she was getting in the way.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Holly said as she turned to me and kissed me deeply. She broke the kiss and continued. "We would quite like it if you stayed," she said to Marie, as I ran my hand along her thigh and under her skirt, feeling the dampness of her panties, and nodded in agreement to Holly.

Marie seemed taken aback, but not disinterested. She shuffled forward slightly as I kissed Holly again, my tongue exploring her mouth. Marie’s bare feet on the wooden floor curled slightly as she hesitated.

"You said yourself that you experimented with girls at college, and I would like you to stay; Jamie would too," Holly said to Marie, extending an arm to take her hand.

I groped at Holly's body and breasts as I kissed her, and Marie took Holly's hand as she allowed herself to be pulled close to us. Holly pulled away from me and turned to Marie, cupping her cheek and pressing her lips against Marie's, who let out a soft moan as Holly kissed her.

"C'est agréable, ça?" Holly asked Marie

"Oui," Marie said back. She looked at me and leaned into me and kissed me deeply. The three of us kissed each other, and our hands wandered over each other's bodies as Marie started to get comfortable.

I wrapped my arms around Marie's waist and lifted her off the ground as I kissed her. Holly positioned herself seductively on her hands and knees on the plush rug on the wooden floor. I put Marie down and knelt behind Holly, gliding my hands over the silky fabric of her stockings, tracing the muscles of her calves, and then ran my hands higher up her thighs, sliding under her skirt to feel the warm, bare skin where her stockings ended. I hooked my fingers under the elastic of her panties and eased them down, pulling them past her hips and down her legs. She stepped one leg out of them, and I left them playfully dangling around one of her ankles, caught on the heel of her shoe.

I cupped Holly's buttocks, massaging the soft flesh of her ass as I spread her cheeks slightly. Her pussy was wet and slick with arousal, and I traced a finger along her slit. "God, you're soaked," I said as I pushed a finger inside her, getting a low moan from Holly.

Marie stood watching. "C'est incroyable," She said under her breath.

I caught her eye. "Come and help me, come and touch her, she really wants you to," I assured her. Marie hesitated a second and then stepped forward and joined us on the floor, sinking to her knees. She reached over and brushed her fingers against the warm, soft skin of Holly's thigh, which brought a sharp gasp from Holly at Marie's touch. Encouraged by it, Marie leaned closer and planted gentle kisses on the sensitive skin beside Holly's asshole; her lips lingered there as her hands explored Holly's hips and thighs. Holly moaned softly, and her hips swayed and grinded in response.

Marie's gaze flickered downward and caught the bulge straining against my jeans. Her eyes widened. She exclaimed, searching for the right words in English, "Olly! Jamie's cock is...aroused, it is getting very aroused!"

Holly laughed breathlessly at Marie's slightly to the point phrasing. She glanced back over her shoulder to Marie and replied, "Essaie de garder son pénis en érection pour moi, prends-le dans ta bouche." The words hung in the air, a clear instruction: Keep his cock hard for me—take it in your mouth.

I didn't understand Holly's instruction in French, but from the tone and the way Marie looked at me, I think I got the gist of it and didn't need further instruction. I undid my belt and unzipped myself, freeing my now throbbing cock, which sprang forward, and I shifted closer to Marie, offering it to her. She wrapped her tiny hands around the base of it and parted her lips, and guided the head of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She struggled to take more of it in, managing about half of the length before she pulled back, gagging slightly.

"Relax your throat," I encouraged her. "Go Slow, use your hands on what you can't get in your mouth."

Marie nodded, and her eyes watered slightly as she relaxed and slid her mouth further down, her saliva coating the shaft as she stroked the base of my cock with firm upward twisting strokes. I groaned as she worked my cock, doing what Holly had instructed her. I leaned forward behind Holly's arched body and started lapping my tongue over Holly's glistening lips, tasting the musky sweet juices coating her folds. I traced upwards, circling her asshole with deliberate flicks of my tongue, alternating between her pussy and ass as her hips bucked against my face.

"Oh my god!" Holly panted. "Don't stop! Marie, keep him hard so he can fuck me," Holly gasped

"Oui!" Marie cried as she took me out of her mouth briefly. "Je veux le regarder faire l'amour avec toi!" she said to Holly. She took my cock in her hand and began to guide me towards Holly's wanting pussy. She aligned me with Holly's entrance, and I pushed myself in, making Holly gasp as she got entered, her pussy instantly clenching around me.

"Oh Fuck!" Holly cried out as I stroked my cock into her. Marie watched intently, one of her hands still resting on Holly's hip as I plunged in and out of her. The room echoed with Holly's cries and the wet friction sound of my cock driving into her soaked cunt.

My thrusts grew more urgent, and Holly rocked back against me, our movements syncing; her breaths were ragged as she approached the edge, as I was too. With a final deep thrust, I groaned loudly, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of warm cum. The sensation of emptying myself inside her sent waves of satisfaction through my whole body. Holly cried out and convulsed as a hard climax crashed over her.

I eased my cock out of her, my semen trickling down her thigh. We turned and saw Marie, sitting leaning back against the sofa, her hand buried between her legs, inside her Pyjama bottoms, masturbating frantically as she watched. The front of her pyjamas, with a dark soaking stain of arousal. We crawled over to her. She looked us both in the eye as we approached, but her hand didn't stop; she couldn't tear it away from her dripping wet pussy. I tugged at her Pyjama bottoms, removing them completely, exposing her smooth white legs, and shaved mound and slick wet folds.

"Let me take over," Holly murmured to Marie, sliding two fingers into her.

Marie arched her back with a throaty moan, "'Oui... oh, mon Dieu, mon Dieu!, c'est si bon!" She cried out as Holly pumped her cunt with her fingers.

I knelt beside them, my cock already starting to twitch back to life. Holly glanced down at it and smiled. "Marie, I'm going to make Jamie's cock rock hard for you, like you did for me." She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, relaxing her throat. She expertly took my full length and bobbed steadily, her tongue pressing on the underside. She pulled back just enough to gasp, "I want to watch him inside you, Marie."

I took over from Holly whilst she sucked my cock, pushing my fingers into Marie and stroking her inner walls with them, pumping and curling them and flicking her clit with my tongue, making Marie moan and squirm. It wasn't long before Holly got me to a full erection. I stood up and scooped Marie's small frame up effortlessly. I pressed her up against the wall and instructed her to wrap her legs around my waist. She did, and her thighs trembled as I lowered her onto my cock. The head parted her lips, and she sank down onto me, her pussy gripped tight around me. "Fuck you are so snug!" I gasped as I started thrusting up into her.

Marie writhed against me and buried her face into my shoulder, muffling her cries. "Ah! Jamie, c'est trop gros!" Holly stood behind me, her hand reaching between my legs to cup and roll my balls in her hand, whilst her fingers teased the base of my shaft as it pumped into Marie. The extra stimulation made me pump harder as I slammed Marie against the wall, fucking her frantically.

Marie's body went rigid, her head snapping back as she screamed out, "Je Jouis! Olly, je jouis si fort!" She announced her orgasm as her pussy spasmed around me, juices squirting out with each contraction. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably as I held her against the wall, her legs gripping my hips like a vice. I held her through the waves of her orgasm and then gently lowered her to the floor, her legs wobbling.

"Open your mouth for me, Marie", I commanded, my cock throbbing and twitching. She did as she was told and parted her lips, her tongue extended. Holly got on her knees next to me and grabbed my cock, stroking it firmly, and aimed at Marie's mouth. She felt my balls tighten.

"Here it comes, Marie," Holly purred as she jerked my cock. With a huge guttural moan, I ejaculated hard, shooting hot spurts of semen into Marie's mouth, covering her tongue and spilling over her cheeks and chin.

"Swallow it all," I told her, and watched as her throat worked to gulp it all down greedily. She slumped down onto the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand,

Holly and I sat either side of her, and we ran our hands over each other's bodies. "So, do you think you will enjoy living here, Marie?" Holly asked her with a wicked smile.

Marie smiled, still panting and catching her breath. "Oui...I am happy to stay, I look forward to...more?"

Holly's instinct for how Marie would take to it had, happily, been spot on!