“I’m getting a sore neck here”, said Liz. And she wriggled out from underneath, the girls pushed me onto my back and Marcia impaled herself back onto me facing away. She then leant back down onto my chest and Liz attacked her snatch again, while fondling my balls and holding my shaft as I pushed it into Marcia. We changed positions several more times, Liz directing it all. I could see she was determined to fit as many of her fantasy’s into the night as she possibly could. We wound up on our sides, Liz with a foot up on my headboard, so that Marcia could keep eating her out. While I was taking Marcia from behind and fingering Liz on her “G” spot, trying not to knock Maria’s nose off. I remember that someone finally came, and the other two soon followed.
We lay and talked, changed the record, got more drinks and had another couple of sessions that night. I remember Liz waking me at one stage and having a glorious missionary style fuck with her, Marcia never woke up that time. But mostly it was the three of us, trying positions that Liz manoeuvred us into. They didn’t leave until mid-morning and I had to phone the woman at the house I was building a deck at, and say I had a bug and couldn’t make it today.
I didn’t ask Marcia about Joy. I wanted to, but just didn’t think it would go down well discussing it in front of Liz. I wasn’t sure if Liz new anything of what had happened, the couple of Fridays before.
I did see Liz and Marcia a few times up at Trixie’s, but we never got together again, any of us. Of course, as I said above, I only went up the parlour another month and a bit and then started a serious relationship and have never seen any of them again.
I wonder to this day what sort of marriage Joy had. She surely had some second thoughts about who she was marrying after what she went through on her last night on the town. And from the little she said of her husband to be, I very much doubt he was into sharing her with Marcia.
It’s a funny old world!!!!
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