Valentines Erotic Fiction Part 3: Three’s a Crowd...a Sexy Crowd
Monday, a widely dreaded day but today Zoe had a spring in her step at the clerical office where she worked. The small group of colleagues she worked with were completely taken aback; they were all close enough that they updated one another on the ins and outs of personal lives and so were aware of the breakup just before the weekend and had been extremely worried. Today, however, she’d come in rather chirpy. She was doing a fantastic job of putting on a brave face if she was and they were all passing one another glances as though to say ‘should we still be worried? Is it all an act?’
She’d very vaguely talked about a date the night before but wouldn’t really be any more detailed than that, claiming that she was seeing the same guy that night for a second date.
They decided that they’d let her be and that she was most likely going through the re-bound process but that she needed to keep them in the loop, to which she agreed but insisted that she was absolutely fine.
It would never have passed their minds that Zoe could ever have been going to meet a woman she’d met on a hookup site for casual sex - it just wasn’t like her at all.
Later on that evening Zoe tried on the black basque which she’d purchased earlier on her lunch. It was sheer down the sides and featured a lacy, floral pattern that travelled across the breast cups and a strip down the middle to where it forked out too dark suspenders and stockings. She knew Anya had told her to dress sexy for it, but considering how she knew so little of the night ahead she thought it best to put a slinky outfit on top. A playsuit and thigh high boots covered her covert outfit, along anorak coat for her exterior layer. She was ready for whatever the night may bring.
Anya pulled up, her timeliness as sharp as she was dressed. She offered her into the passenger side, holding the door open for her and shutting it behind.
“So, do I get a hint of what to expect for tonight, or is it still a complete surprise until it happens?” Zoe grinned, the glimmer of anxiety that she was feeling for the unknown ahead surfacing within her voice.
“You don’t have to wait too much longer” Anya answered starting up the car. “Don’t worry…” she continued turning to her once she had the biting point. “I think you’re gonna have a lot of fun”.
After a half hour drive, much laughter and horny reminiscing from the prior night, they pulled up outside a semi-detached house of a residential avenue. Zoe peered out for any sign of someone or a clue to what they were going to be doing there. She could see from a partially drawn curtain on the bottom floor that there was a light on inside, perhaps a lamp.
They exited the car, Anya reaching into the back and plucking out a couple of bottles of white wine that lay on the seat and a plastic bag containing mystery contents.
“Shall we?” she motioned up the drive with an ushering fashion despite her otherwise occupied hands which were each holding a bottle. Zoe tentatively commenced the walk to the front door, Anya closely following behind her. Zoe reached for the doorbell but looked at her for confirmation as though they may somehow not actually be visiting there in spite of going right to the front door. She gave a small nod to Zoe who pushed the doorbell, gulping simultaneously. Who on Earth was going to be answering the door? The wait seemed to last forever as she huddled quite close to Anya almost for comfort.
At last, the door opened, a woman behind it. She was absolutely stunning, with long, raven-like hair that couldn’t quite be described as black but perhaps the darkest shade of brown possible. She was petite and slim with cerulean blue eyes and wore a black silk dress that ended halfway down her thigh with spaghetti thin straps. This garment was perhaps a slinky nightdress, perhaps an outfit for the very bravest of women.
“You must be Zoe” she smiled warmly “I’m Megan” and with that bypassed the formality of a handshake and lingeringly kissed Zoe on the cheek.
“Nice to meet you Megan” Zoe reciprocated.
“Anya” Megan greeted with a kiss of her own. “Both of you, please come in.”
They entered into the hallway and followed her through into the living room, this was the room Zoe had noticed with the light shining. It was decorated with a feature wall of black and cream damask patterned wallpaper, the remaining walls also cream. Wooden flooring and black leather furniture gave the room a rather contemporary feel. A huge silver thick-pile rug inhabited the majority of floor space, an oval, glass coffee table atop it. Megan pulled the curtain so that the remaining gap was completely sealed and there was no way for anyone to look in.
“Make yourselves at home” Megan exclaimed as she walked through to the adjoining kitchen and returned with three wine glasses. Anya and Zoe sat down next to one another on the three-seater couch in front of the feature wall.
“So” Megan began as she placed the glasses down on the table and poured one of the bottles Anya had brought with her. “What has Anya told you about me or tonight?”
Zoe looked at Anya as she replied “Well not much really...” and looked back at Megan.
“I thought I’d completely surprise her Meg” Anya chirped, following up with a sip of wine.
“Oh wow, so you have no idea then. Well Anya and myself have hooked up a fair bit, we found one another on an adult meetups site about a year ago. Anya mentioned to me last night that you’d met and you were looking to expand on your...experiences.” She lifted an eyebrow as she said the latter, sipping wine and maintaining eye contact with Zoe.
The realisation of what they were doing there finally flushed to Zoe’s mind and the blood consequently rushed to her private areas. She’d fantasised about a threesome but had never come close to making it a reality.
The arousal must have been noticeable on Zoe’s face, Megan placed her wine down on the table and moved toward her. She knelt on the floor in front of Zoe, so she close to face level with her, centred between her legs and moved in to kiss her.
She was so unbelievably turned on right at that moment and was eager to fuck Megan but was also following her lead which was of a slow, erotic pace. Megan’s confidence with what she was doing told Zoe she’d done this before as she steadily undid the buttons on the coat which was now a burden due to increasing temperature, additionally it was a barrier between the two of their bodies. Megan slipped the coat off Zoe’s shoulders and placed it to the side, the next garment-based hurdle being the playsuit.
Megan commenced slowly dragging the zip at the back down until it made no more noise signifying that it’d reached the end of the track. Zoe assisted in the playsuit falling down around her waist by individually giving her shoulders a slight wiggle and subsequently exposing her sensual basque.
All the while at the very side of them, Anya had been pleasuring herself as she watched but allowed them to carry on without attempting to touch either of them. She could see how enthralled they were, besides she was more than content simply spectating for the time being.
Zoe’s hand passed between Megan’s breasts, the shine of the dress emphasising their roundness which Zoe gently explored. She wanted more though and lifted the dress so that she could get a closer feel, her hunger not being satiated she completely lifted the dress above Megan’s head and strewed it randomly without looking as to where it would land. Megan’s underwear was sheer and dark, her nipples protruding from underneath the effectively translucent material indicating her extreme level of horniness. Zoe took this opportunity to caress a nipple with her tongue, not bothering to remove the bra due to the minimalism of the material giving nowhere for the erect teat to hide.
Megan was enjoying the attention to her bosom, she leant her head back and closed her eyes. A wandering hand was travelling across the breadth of Zoe’s basque and around the small of her waist. They’d both grown rather impatient with one another’s lingerie and so proceeded to relieve each other of them concurrently. Now both naked they pressed up against one another, their breasts making contact as they gyrated on one another.
Megan began rubbing Zoe’s already sensitive clit with a hand while the other enthusiastically mapped out her body. She moaned uncontrollably and obediently lay down as Megan gently pushed her in a downward fashion so that she was horizontal on the rug. Her legs were parted, and Megan knelt down, tracing the end of her tongue all the way down to Zoe’s wet pussy which was begging to be licked but instead she was being made to wait, feeling the hot, deep breaths against bare skin, nerve endings detecting the slightest of temperature differences and sensations.
By now, Anya was no longer able to contain herself and had stripped down, approaching Megan from behind who was still on all fours with her face to Zoe’s genitals. She’d retrieved a strap-on from the plastic bag she’d brought along and applied it around her groin approaching Megan from behind, holding her at the waist and sinking deep into her welcoming slit.
Megan flicked the edge of her tongue against Zoe’s clit and teased it around the area, she pushed two fingers inside her in a come hither motion and sucked her clit in a synchronised fashion causing Zoe to scream her name. Megan herself was experiencing a great deal of pleasure due to the fake, wide cock which was comprised of a granite-like rigidness and incessantly thrusting deep inside her, so much so that she was giving involuntary moaning. These little moans were, however, being distorted due to her eating Zoe’s pussy, her tongue thrusting deep inside and savouring the taste of the juices Zoe was excreting as a result of her extreme arousal.
She couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure was too much for her not to surrender to the ecstasy of orgasm. She writhed as she lost control, Megan restraining her by holding her down at her legs, tongue still inside and mouth sealed around her with what felt like airtight pressure. Zoe relaxed and sat up to watch Megan getting fucked. She had an idea. She moved underneath Megan so that they were in a 69 position and caressed her clit with the tip of her tongue, Anya still thrusting in and out from behind. The added feeling of Zoe’s body creating friction with her own beneath her and tongue against her pudenda as Anya pounding her was swiftly taking her to the point of climax.
Megan was orgasming with such intensity that she effectively needed to rest herself on top of Zoe. Now satisfied, Zoe and Megan turned their attention to Anya, moving into her so that they were all three facing one another and trading sensual kisses. Megan removed the strap-on and began to lick her. Megan knelt down beside her, they made a joint effort to caress and stroke her extremely sensitive areas with their tongues and fingers.
Anya looked down watching with every ounce of attention she had. There wasn’t much that could tear him away from this sight. These two beautiful women greedily eating her out and then having to wait their turn for a go. She was peaking, she could feel it.
“I’m gonna cum” she uttered through laboured breaths. She squirted, it landing on Zoe’s face with Megan catching the last of it in her mouth. Megan swallowing down and Zoe licking the remnants off her face.
Anya reclined on the rug. “Fuck yeah” she stated matter of factly as she faced the ceiling, eyes only partially open. Zoe and Megan lay down either side of her, she placed an arm around each of them, and they lay there a while, revelling in their satisfaction.
The night continued on with more horny enjoyment, laughter and wine until going on midnight when they all mutually agreed that they had work the following day and they should get some sleep.
“Stay in touch,” Megan told Zoe as they kissed one another sensually goodbye.
“I will do, believe me, thank you so much for having me here”.
“The pleasure was all mine believe me” Megan smirked. “Be in touch again soon Anya” she winked as she gave her a farewell kiss of her own.
Zoe realised she was slightly tipsy as the fresh air hit as she trundled toward the car, Anya being fine having had less than a glass smirked at the slightly elated, excited chatter coming from Zoe.
“Come on then, get in” she held the door open for her. “So what did you think?” she enquired, already knowing the likely sort of answer but wanting to hear it spoken by her herself.
“Anya, that was so sexy I can’t even put it into words, I want more nights like that. I feel so alive!”
“Very good” she smiled warmly. “It was unbelievably hot. I’m up for many more nights like that as well so you know all three of us must keep in touch hey?”
“I agree, wholeheartedly” she exclaimed placing her head against the rest behind her.
“Yes that’s what I like to hear, now, let’s get you home for the night.”
