Just the Three of Them
Those close to Vince and Serena Halligan, in the artistic community and society, had no doubt that their love remained strong.
If they were to grow old, they would age stylishly and together, each adorning outfits that were bold and colorful, often clashing but unique to them. Jewelry like necklaces, chain baubles, leather wrist cuffs, and gemstone rings complemented their ensembles, along with thin gold or silver bands on fingers and thumbs.
Vince had grown his dark grey hair long, his white locks matching his bushy beard; Serena, too, boasted long and silky grey hair, with long strands woven into a thin braid from one temple to the other and knotted at her brow. Through this, she'd display a jeweled pin or feather. With Vince, she was deeply tanned. In contrast to him, Serena had a feather tattooed on her inner left forearm.
"Free-spirited elders," some called them, admiring their embrace of life.
Vince and Serena loved entertaining and being entertained, living their lives as outgoing partygoers. Yet, they treasured their home life and peaceful moments of happiness, either together or with friends Derek and Hattie Simpson.
Serena observed her companion, her friend Hattie, wearing a plum purple, scoop-necked blouse with buttons unfastened at her bosom, exhibiting her figure. The hue paired perfectly with her luxurious, wavering greying hair and her gentle smile.
The years had cultivated their camaraderie, with their bond growing stronger. Time and distance failed to impede their friendship. They would sometimes schedule "themed" events together, usually just the two of them.
"Come over for a boozy night," Serena exclaimed a few days ago, "I've acquired tumbler samples of numerous gin flavors. We can chat as we try them all. If need be, you can stay the night!"
"I'd enjoy that. I'm on my own now."
"Not exactly, Hattie. You've still got Vince and me, and I'm sure he won't mind if you stay with us."
Hattie's laughter could be heard upon hearing this. She didn't seek to hide the connection she had with Vince, nor the one he with her.
And now these three, enjoying their time together, were drinking. The initial shots could prove challenging, particularly when not accompanied by much food, making alcohol collapse swiftly into their systems.
"Are things settling between you two and Derek?" Serena asked from the kitchen as she stirred their third taste of gin.
"As well as can be anticipated." Hattie stood in the entranceway, observing Serena's movements as she separated the ice cubes and placed a chunk in each glass. "I heard a key in the front door. Should I open it?"
"No, Vince knows I invited you over."
"And Vince is fine with that?"
"What do you think?" Serena grinned at her. "I wasn't the last time you were here, though, was I, with Vince?"
"I know the rules, Hattie," Hattie replied as she wrapped an arm around Serena's waist, "Despite everything that's been happening."
Both eyed the man in the hallway chatting animatedly on the phone. Handsome and rakish, his long black hair with its streaks of grey—reminiscent of veins in marble—framed his moustache. His beard and height were in stark contrast to his fit physique, well-tailored clothes, and the rings he often wore on his fingers.
"We're getting into the gins, are we?" he asked upon noticing them.
"Yes, why?"
Hattie took in his appearance, finding him resembling a ruggedly handsome man. His tall stature and strong build manufactured splendid frames for his clothing. His long fingers appeared perfect for the rings he often wore, which never left his hands.
"I was considering creating Margaritas for all of us. I'm not particularly fond of gin, irrespective of what you mix it with." He glanced between the two women. "I could prepare a cocktail for us?"
"In a bit, darling. We mustn't overindulge," Harriet said with a mystified expression. "We've already started and need to catch up to you."
These two ladies enjoyed sporting their go-to bohemian jewelry - colorful braces, leather straps interwoven with beads, dangling earrings, and several necklaces draped on their slender necks. The man loved their boho style and appreciated their fun-loving nature, with Serena occasionally joining other people too. He couldn't get enough of the hue of Hattie's low-necked blouse with her cleavage exposed, paired with her randomly dyed hair and coquettish grin.
"Let's make sure we're all clear," he said, alternating his gaze between the ladies. "I'm not going to be with both of you when I'm intoxicated or delirious. I want to be aware and present while we're at it."
Hattie read his mind and finished his sentence by stating, "And with whom, exactly?" Then, she directed a sultry look at Vince that Serena had witnessed before when their husbands weren't around, eliciting the same response where they would bring out toys she kept in a vibrantly painted steamer trunk hidden under a tray covering the trunk's storage. Her everyday jewelry was kept on top, but her sexy collection was hidden below.
Facing him, Serena's tunic was lifted above her knees, and she spread her legs slightly. Her hairless parts were open for all to see. In spite of all the longing looks exchanged between them, it was unclear who Vince would go after first.
"I've been dying to get here, ever since you invited me," Hattie said nonchalantly and looked curiously at both of them. Her ex couldn't satisfy her as Vince could.
Serena observed Hattie's lustful gaze on Vince, sensing her affection for her lover and that their escapades were a passionate display of adoration for him. Their bond was evident, even in front of Serena.
"It's great to be here," he said, stepping up to Hattie and giving her a kiss on her forehead as his hand trailed gently down her throat. "It's always a joy to be reunited with you."
Hattie return the cuddly gesture, unconcerned about Serena's reaction.
She could recognize the deep connection between them and the affection in the gentle greeting, which went beyond simple courtesy. They were undoubtedly intimate and her desire to possess Vince left her flustered and aroused.
He leaned in closer, lasting longer than necessary, showing his passion for Hattie. Serena felt possessive and needy, craving that connection with Vince she experienced through this kiss, leaving her wanting.
Vince turned his attention to Serena, kissing her deeply in response, pressuring himself against her body and fondling her right breast. The sensations were overwhelmingly fast and happening in front of Hattie.
"Shall I fetch you something to drink?" She asked abruptly.
"Can you give us a second?" Vince held Serena back, saying, "I'm not taking you both to bed while I'm wasted or in a frenzy. I want to understand and appreciate what I'm doing." [
Both women cherished their bohemian jewelry - a kaleidoscope of bracelets, leather straps with beaded threads, flamboyant earrings, and numerous necklaces adorning their slender necks. He cherished the Bohemian style of these ladies, who shared his pursuits. In particular, he longed for Hattie, her clothing dusky lilac, her buttoned blouse reveling her cleavage, perfectly complemented her wildly streaked hair and thoughtful expression.
"I won't share you when I'm inebriated or out of my mind," he shared between them. "I yearn to know and feel my every action."
To which Hattie finished, "And with whom?"
She looked her share of lust at Vince, a gaze familiar to Serena from her girlfriend's encounters. Thereupon, Serena watched them exchange intimate gestures when their husbands were away, provoking a touchy-feely response from her.
"This has been my fantasy since the moment you invited me," Hattie shared languidly, eyeing both of them. "My ex couldn't fulfill my expectations like you."
Serena noticed Hattie's fixated look at Vince. Their passion was fiery, even in Serena's presence.
"It's always a pleasure to greet you," he said, heading towards Hattie.
Covering his forehead with a kiss, he slowly caressed the side of her neck. "I'm thrilled you're here with us."
Overwhelmed by their relationship, she was unaware of Serena's gaze.
"I don't work well when I'm drunk or disoriented," he remarked, glancing towards both women. "I want to be aware and attentive."
Serena, feeling competitive, moved to sit next to Vince.
"Would you prefer a brew?"
"Can we spare a moment?" Vince pulled Serena back. "I won't share you both while I'm drunk or inebriated. I wish to understand and savor each action."
Serena craved a similar interaction with Vince, feeling his passion manifest through their kiss."]
"So who's it going to be, huh?" Hattie completed his sentence as she chose to bestow a lascivious glance upon Vince, which Serena had become all too familiar with. A definite desire to savor every moment was clearly etched on her features. "I've been anticipating this for days ever since you brought up the idea." Hattie smiled, her expression directed at both of them simultaneously, yet her eyes remained fixated on Vince.
Hattie's ex had never been able to satisfy her in the ways that Vince could. Her heartthrob's triumphant victory was a sight to behold.
Vince may have come back home earlier than the two ladies had anticipated, but he'd become entwined within their elaborate plot. Having made his decision, he'd accepted his position in their amorous dynamic. With two women in his life, this arrangement had become an intriguing recurrence. Now, the trio would play out their prearranged game, but this time it'd be without the other couple.
Though Hattie possessed the ability to worm her way into his heart, Serena was well-aware that there was no possibility of her lover deserting her for someone else.
"Simon's not well, so the Harley ride will have to be rescheduled. I'd gladly join you both if you'd let me. I'll clear out and get myself cleaned up. I won't take long!" The subtlety of contempt was evident in his voice as he exited the scene, Serena carefully listening in. Emotions run rampant within her; indignation, eagerness, and disapproval assailed her, causing a whirlwind of distress. Vince is playing everyone; he loves the anticipation that comes from keeping them on their toes and maintains his fascination for that unexpected scene.
"And, now just the two of us..." Hattie was restored to her original place in the room, directing her attention back to Serena. The loose, wavy strands of her aging hair contoured her face impeccably and her bohemian attire flattered her generous physique.
Serena was not mistaken; she echoed Hattie's awareness. Her beaded nipples pushed against her top, the sprinkling of freckles visible on the lacy cleavage display.
"They're quite stunning, aren't they?"
Serena wanted to play it cool, so she shrugged and slid her hands over her midsection. "You think so? I should let you see more..."
Hattie craved a conversation, a liquor-fueled one.
"But we can do that later. I'd prefer to engage in some female-on-female play for now."
Serena lingered on the option, then proceeded to make a drink. "What would you like? Another gin and tonic, or would you rather have a margarita?"
Hattie merely shook her head, pulled Serena back towards her and situated her body to rub against Serena's thigh. Sensing the heat between them, Hattie pressed her right leg between Serena's. They swayed with one another, their tongues swirled in a passionate embrace, their lips locked in a romantic tangle.
Their hands roamed, exploring one another's frames. Serena couldn't help but feel Hattie's wetness rubbing against her thigh.
"You always make it... so different and special!"
Hattie smiled, her expression revolving back to Serena. "And that's what I crave from the two of you. I know what works for us."
Tentatively, their lips came together once more, Hattie ramming her fingers through Serena's blonde locks before leaning over, locking her mouth against Serena's. Her tongue dove home, making Serena sigh as her fingers dipped beneath Hattie's skirt and graced her behind.
"I want you on your own," Serena moaned as their kisses deepened, Vince's interruptions be damned. Regardless, Hattie exploited the moment.
"And that's all I need," replied Hattie, eyes meeting her partner's, needle-sharp desire in her eyes. She gave Hattie's hair a final, loving tug before intense kissing commenced once again. Their hands flew to one another freely, executing a wild exploration of each other's bodies and bouncing between tantalizing grope and igniting want.
To weave a moment of passion, where woman plays with woman, and eventually forge what he desired when he interjected, their entanglement knew no bound.
"No, you carry on, go down on me!" Hattie insisted and rolled off Serena's body to lie on her back, pleading to be engulfed and penetrated. Serena experienced an incredible surge of power from commanding this sexual and sensual woman, and in a moment of profound understanding, she grasped that she wanted this as well. "Hurry up, I want this exclusively for the two of us...just the two of us!"
Serena started aggressively fingering her beloved friend's pussy, and Hattie arched her back, spreading her legs wide apart in answer. Concurrently, and while forcing her fingers into the soaked opening of Hattie's vagina, Serena began maddeningly sucking like an insatiable vampire on her friend's pert breasts, Hattie squirming as she pulled her blouse up, exposing them, erect nipples protruding through the delicate fabric of her bra. They shared in drawn-out breaths and kisses of admiration for what they'd shared and uncovered, Serena caressing and kneading those perky breasts, so hard, that they would leave bruises on Hattie's skin if she softened her grip, but neither of them seemed to mind.
"Do it for me too!" Serena commanded and maneuvered so that Hattie shared in the tempered whirlwind of amorous action.
"Like this?" Hattie said through a stolen kiss before she forced a hand down inside Serena's panties. "Jeez, you're so wet!"
Serena convulsed her hips and her caresses in Hattie's pussy ceased. She groaned from escalating pleasure as Hattie inserted two fingers into her friend's pussy and slid and swirled them around in deeper and deeper thrusts. Somehow, as Hattie leaned over her, Serena's fingers encountered her once more and a hectic act of finger-fucking each other commenced, each of them moaning deeply out of satisfaction; the path to a shared climax unstoppable as they writhed their bodies to accommodate the invasion of fingers and the touch of devouring lips to the other's mouth.
On a shared groan of pleasure, and with their lips pressed against one another, they climaxed; shivered in delight as their fingers slowly retreated from the other's body.
Exhausted and drained, Serena crumpled on top of her friend, their legs entangled, the skirts of their dresses raised around their waists. Vince would not need to prolong foreplay.
They were both prepared for him, yet the man's touch and what he brought were utterly distinct from what their fingers had instigated. They craved him and the excitement he brought.
"I wonder if Vince will wait due to us," Serena remarked as she moved away to lie down next to her friend. She necessitated a contrasting perspective to what they'd explored so forcefully.
"May I join you?" Vince inquires playfully.
"Of course, what do you believe we've been doing?" Hattie is the first to reply. He'd been gone for twenty minutes or so, enough time for her and Serena to satisfy themselves.
"Come over here and to me!" Serena instructed.
He was clad in checkered pajama pants and a t-shirt, his feet bare, and Serena believed he was wearing nothing else. His penis swung as he approached them and she was overwhelmed by her longing for her partner. Hattie observed him as well, but Serena would claim him first; he was her man.
Serena felt faint from the alcohol she'd consumed, from the fiery passionate sexual act she'd engaged in with Hattie, but she still managed to rise and stumble toward him. She tumbled into her man's outstretched arms and they embraced deeply, open-mouthed and eagerly, her hands sliding under his t-shirt and she experienced the knot of desire for him in her stomach as his erection pressed against her belly.
"Goodness! You're so long and hard, already!"
She admired what he would bring to them and traced her fingers over the bulging tip of his penis and sensed that Hattie was also watching. She didn't care what her companion, her lover, the fellow participant of these games, thought. Vince was her man, first and foremost, and she wanted him inside her, to stuff and work her pussy in the ways that she adored, his ways always leaving her breathless as they had intercourse.
"Just keep doing that," he can be heard asking through shallow breaths.
She knew that, at the very least, she had control and desired him in her mouth, her slacks on his lounge pants urging him on. He yanked them down, his penis striking her in the face as she heard Hattie loosen the clasps on her gown.
Her hands quivered. "Undress, completely, my darling man, and I'll do the same!"
The two of them are like ravenous animals, their passion intensified by the presence of Hattie. Vince's fingers easily locate the sweet spot within Serena, sending her into a state of awareness as Hattie watches from the couch. It's there that they first get physical, her skirt still around her waist.
Serena drops to her knees and wraps her hands around Vince's throbbing member. She licks the glistening hood and caresses it from tip to base before taking him into her mouth. She works his balls with her hands in a mesmerizing rhythm that Vince knows well.
"Witness us, Hattie, or join in with us...soon," Vince suggests, noticing his partner's lustful gaze. "Yes, undress and come be with us." Hattie peels off her clothes, removing her bra and darts over to them. "You're trying to figure out how you fit into this," he notes.
Serena doesn't let up on her; she wears a sleek smile but is focused on Vince. Her hands work his nipples as her eyes remain locked on Hattie's. Vince's fingers work Hattie's clit, teasing her while Vince's straining member is in her mouth, her breasts rubbing against his chest and the two women alike in their desire.
"Make room for me!" Hattie eagerly requests as she can't bear watching them much longer. She doesn't hold back and kisses up and down Serena's body.
"Do as she requests," Vince instructs and removes Serena's mouth from his penis.
Hattie eagerly takes his spot and her mouth envelops his cock. She nuzzles her face into Vince's hairy groin and Vince's fingers roam up and down their legs. Hattie's rhythm is aggressive, his penis throbbing against the roof of her mouth as she sucks and licks eagerly.
"Disconnect me!" Vince cries out as Hattie's actions are too much for him to take. "Yes, shut your mouth; you've had your fun."
He moves forward and pulls Hattie back as they reposition. Both women are sitting on the edge of the sofa, their legs open and Serena pushes her body back, inviting him in. He doesn't hesitate as his penis enters her warm wetness.
Hattie moves closer, shifting her weight to straddle Serena's lap and offering her swollen nipples, inviting him to touch her skin. Each woman feels a separate but powerful connection to him.
Vince does not stop thrusting into Serena's pussy, filling her on long, forceful strokes. At her command, he reaches to caress Hattie's breasts as well.
She fervently wraps her legs around his waist and holds onto Vince's back while he pulls out and thrusts in deeply. Chaos has taken over, their primitive needs simply must be sought out. Her eyelids flutter as her climax nears, one orgasm set to revolutionize their experience together.
Hattie states, "I am in this with you both," while skillfully stroking Serena's thigh. "We are taking you, claiming you together."
Serena, on the brink of exploding, stops kissing and unravels in a body-shaking orgasm. Her twitching body vibrates the penis inside her, and she gasps as the pleasure floods over her body. She reaches out to hold both of them, caught in a whirl of passion that has overwhelmed her whole being.
"We're making love to you," she struggles to say with what feels like a collapsing body.
Hattie's pussy hasn't been claimed or filled by her man yet. Will she let him see her and do that now, when she wants to share everything and only with him? Will she, like Hattie did, watch her friend being fucked by the man in their lives?
"I want you to have him," seems to be Hattie's unspoken question to Serena.
Serena nods.
"You prepared for this?" she asks, as Hattie leans forward to kiss him, her perky breasts with their aroused nipples brushing his chest. "Yes, I am."
Vince doesn't answer but enjoys the sight of this naked woman who starts to lower herself upon him. His fingers work Hattie's pussy lips and press against them as she finally takes in all he has to offer.
"Fuck me! I can take it!" he calls out, his hands stroking her body from her neck down her heaving and trembling chest, then down to where she has taken him as she pulls and finds her rhythm, rocking side to side and moving his length, her pussy's muscles tightening and squeezing him expertly and powerfully.
"I...I know you can, but...but I wonder if I can!" she gasps, pushing on his arms to ease up on them. "Please, no marks! I want this to be our secret for a long time."
"I'll show you. Lie back and let me show you."
Hattie's disappointed moan at having to stop riding him is soon changed into gasps of pleasure as he dips his hips and sinks half his length into her with one thrust. He adjusts and settles, performs short strokes and quick strokes until his balls slap against her slit, his actions provoking her to grip his buttocks and pull him deeper into her until he can go no farther.
"Vince, you're finding me!"
Vince now knew he was finding and touching places so deep in her; places her man probably never touched or reached before. He sets a rhythm of pulling back until his body is no longer in contact with hers and then plunging back in. Hattie pushes her hips to meet his thrusts, and they share in heated breaths of enjoyment and effort.
"I...I don't want you to stop!" Serena calls out, distressed by what she's witnessing.
Hattie clings to her raised hand for a moment before Vince's claims on her have to be fulfilled.
"I thought it would be good, but you're incredible!" he yells, just as she grabs and holds onto him, her slender legs caressing his hips and her feet rubbing over the back of his legs. It feels now that his aroused flesh is growing longer and thicker, as they fuck.
"Vince, you're finding me!"
Not worried about anything, Vince fucks her harder and harder, and Hattie climaxes, gushing on his plunging and searching penis. She demands that he continues. She grips his buttocks with her demanding hands and digs her fingernails into his skin as her pussy pulses from her orgasm.
"You're mine now. In this, don't you think?" Vince gasped, leaning to kiss her deeply, passionately.
Hattie had to, finally, withdraw her mouth from his, and she nodded vigorously her agreement. She wanted more and her grip on him pushes Vince toward the peak.
"Don't stop and fill me! Don't worry about anything, just cum in me!"
He heard her and a few more thrusts bring him there. He feels his sperm erupting from his penis. He plunges into her a few more times and she climaxes with him.
"We've finished this together!" Hattie cries out.
"Yes, we do this together!" he responds, dismayed by Serena's presence.
They become aware of Serena's presence, blocked out by Hattie's intense enjoyment of their furious attempts to please one another.
"I have enough for you both," he says, finally withdrawing from Hattie's damp warmth. Serena kneels over him. "I've let you do these things to her, only with her."
Hattie smiles weakly, unsure if what Serena said was a reproach for getting lost with Vince or if it was a recognition of their mutual desire.
"I'll go mix the margaritas," Vince says, standing and slipping away. "I need to quench another kind of thirst now."
Serena and Hattie giggled. Their glances conveyed the message that there was still a great deal of merriment to be shared among the three.
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