6 Sexy Three Can Play Stories by Lunatic Ink Publishing Page A

thrown back and looming over me with a very
mother hen expression on her face. Hilary is lounging with one long
tanned leg thrown over the other, twirling a lock of her brunette
hair while sitting on the edge of the bed looking bored.
    “He's awake.”
    The other woman slips up from where she was
sitting, sliding up the smooth bed sheets and comes to stare down
at me with an amused expression that is hardly fitting considering
she nearly killed me.
    “Are you okay?”
    I groan. Actually, I'm pretty much fine. My
head doesn't even hurt that much and the only thing that I can
sense that might be even slightly wrong is that my mouth tastes a
little weird. It's kind of a miracle – even more so because I
didn't wake to a apartment covered in blood and bits of beaten up
woman.
    “I'm okay...” I mumble out, not sure if I
should play the hurt boyfriend card.
    “Good.”
    Molly sits down next to me. The mattress
sinks down slightly under her weight and she runs her fingers
softly through my hair with an odd expression that if I didn't know
her so well could well be nervousness.
    “Me and Hilary have had a talk.” The bed
squeaks a little as she glances to the woman.
    “Oh, how wonderful...”
    A little silence fills the room. The air
conditioner whirls on low from it's position above the door which
leads into the other room where this all started. I take a deep
breath and wait for Molly to say her bit. I'm fairly certain that
me and Hilary will not be friends after this is over. It's always
that way with Molly.
    “Hilary is really lonely and misguidedly
thought that she could work her way back into your life.”
    I blink. That's a startling amount of honest
from a woman that could barely tell me she broke the lamp in the
bathroom one night because she was shaving her legs too close to it
and knocked it into the toilet. Hilary has never been the most
forward one.
    “However, we have come to an
agreement.”
Now that is STARTLING. Molly doesn't usually agree with anyone. Not
even her mum and dad and they are family.
    “The solution we have come across, and I'm
sure you remember we talked about something like this a few years
back, is to share you.”
    “Ahhhh... Share?”
    “Well, not in a relationship sense, but
more...”
    The woman reddens. This is the first time in
my life I've seen that happen. It scares the living shit out of
me.
    Hilary chuckles.
    “She means we want to fuck you .”
    In that Hilary has always been forward.
    “I --- ahhhh... What? Um, I mean, fuck ? Like how? I mean, ...”
    “How do you think we are going to fuck you,
Jack?”
    The blond woman's fingers crawls up the
front of my jeans to the center where they work down my zipper in
one practiced movement and slip inside to nestle my dick in her
super smooth palm.
    “Hill---!”
    “Shhhhh...”
    Molly's wet lips are on my own in seconds.
This kiss of hers is wild. It is full with a immense passion that I
have not felt from her before – a raw hot thing that has me turned
on from the moment her lips touch mine. I sense that something
different is coming today.
    Immediately I respond to her intensity with
my own. I grab Molly and yank the woman down to kiss very, very
thoroughly. Our lips working over each others long and hard and a
smile appears on both of them before we are all finished and
done.
    “Me too.”
    Hilary shoves Molly off the bed with a
competitive fire in her eyes and pushes her soft, long tongue down
my throat to meet mine and circle in long thick strokes that
intertwine our saliva in a relaxing hot mix.
    Throughout, I am aware of Molly, who has
reddened quite a lot watching me snog my ex right in front of her
eyes.
    The woman butts in with a hand and, “You
didn't say...”
    Hilary whacks a hot kiss on Molly that makes
a surge of fire flow through my groin. In that second I get a hint
at what real jealousy feels like as Molly slips down against
Hilary's breasts and wraps her arms around her, obviously caught up
in the moment