Wine and Roses
Previous Chapter: So Much for Intentions
I admit it; I’ve been thinking about a threesome with Isabel and Tessa for years, practically since the beginning. Though quite different, they’re very sexy and desirable, and I know they make love to each other. I’ve been really looking forward to being part of that action! The first time after her rescue, and our arrival at my place, was just Isabel and me. She needed things to go slow after her rape and torture experience, and I wanted to focus entirely on her without any distractions. She was tentative at first, and froze up a number of times, but after an hour or so of erotic massage, and kissing all over her body, she was able to commit to the lovemaking without reservation. We were finally able to recapture the passion from our first times. I felt more like a man afterwards than I ever had. More of this love business, I guess.
Things got more relaxed after this, at least with regard to playing around. Isabel knows I really like a show and knows I think Tessa is abrupt when she gets in the mood, so Isabel worked with Tessa, teaching her to draw things out. I wasn’t privy to the conversations, but the results were spectacular! It started around the pool table one evening. We’d been playing a lot. Though she was rusty in the beginning, Isabel is clearly a shark. It turns out that her earlier “I used to play in college” comment wasn’t complete disclosure. After she rubbed off the rust, and was trashing Tessa and me regularly, she told us she used to supplement her allowance by hustling. Tessa picked up the game fairly quickly, once we explained some of the physics, but Isabel was the queen and regularly mopped the floor with us, even with Tessa and I paired against her. This particular evening I should have noticed something was different. In retrospect, their choice of clothes were a total giveaway. However, I had too much focus on the game at that point and was intent on trying to beat Isabel. I was really regretting I’d only puttered around over the years instead of practicing seriously.
Much like the first time I showed them the table, they were wearing something short that showed off lots of smoothly tanned leg, and rode up most pleasingly when they bent over. I always admire when that happens, even when they’re wearing slacks; I love the view when they take the long shot. Tessa may not have a rear in the same class as Isabel, but it’s certainly enjoyable to watch. I found myself distracted from my intended game when I noted this time they weren’t wearing underwear, and I was getting a joyous eyeful whenever they bent over. At first, I thought they were using that to distract me from the game, and tried to keep my focus on the table. But when I realized they were preferentially taking long shots, when the better strategy would’ve been to take a short one, I realized tonight we weren’t competing.
Isabel has always been sensitive to my sexual moods for some reason, and can tell when I’m focusing on work or on her, so was able to detect when I realized the game was not the goal of the evening. At that point things got really interesting. When one was bending over, giving me an eyeful, the other would act like she was giving advice on the shot, and let her fingers run up the first’s thigh. Between shots, sometimes they would sit on the stools and spread their legs, occasionally letting their skirt ride way up, revealing their preference for the Brazilian. Full for Isabel, “landing strip” for Tessa. Other times they would stand with the cue between their legs and absently rub their crotches on it. Their braless tops were excellent distractions as well. Tessa had something with a plunging neckline where the “v” went way below her belly button. Somehow, most of the time, the top managed to hang on to her nipples, though occasionally revealed a breast as she moved around. Isabel had a very tight tank top that showed off her assets most magnificently, especially her sexy tummy. Such beautiful bodies! My performance on the table degraded to pitiful levels. I so wanted to watch them. Even if I had had the desire, I doubt I could reliably have pocketed any balls.
I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, so I wasn’t under too much pressure. The shorts allowed me to stand at attention fairly freely. They made it a special point to bump into me from time to time, eventually even bending over for the short shots as well. I decided to be passive, wanting to see how far the show would go, and didn’t want to short circuit it by jumping in too soon.
Their show was amazing, the experience the best ever! Not just fabulously beautiful and sexy, but so much fun sexually. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I jumped in, doing my best to please the ladies together and individually. I pulled out all the stops and used every technique I developed over my career of pleasing women.
What an evening! We relaxed side-by-side afterward, sharing kisses all around. After a half hour or so, things started to heat up again, and we all managed another set. Best. Evening. Ever!
The pattern varied considerably, but the next five to six weeks was the most amazing period of debauchery in my life. Nothing ever came close, even that week with Isabel years ago. That week was fantastic, but it was only a week and it was only Isabel. I tried to focus on my work, but the distractions were too much. My reps know I’m out of contact when I’m working, so long periods without responses are not unusual, but when I did peek, I noticed there were some requests that needed attention. My sense of responsibility, though, was subsumed by my joy in passionate lovemaking with these two beautiful women.