The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

The Gift

Saskia Walker

Lowering my eyelids, I wait with bated breath for Chloe’s instructions. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and ready. More than ready — my body is desperate with longing, my nipples growing hard as she approaches. As soon as she says my name, I look up at her, her willing doll as she applies my mascara.

That’s when Mac walks in.

“Don’t mind me,” he says, nonchalantly. He struts across the room — wearing a black T-shirt, leather jeans and boots — carrying three glasses of wine. His presence multiplies the tension in the room tenfold. I was already struggling to retain my composure, but now he is here and the seal is on the deal. We’re going to do it, the three of us.

I’d picked up the whispers at work. They’re swingers. They like to find a new playmate once in a while. When I heard that, it all fell into place. As a couple they intrigued me. Mac watched on while Chloe was the social butterfly, chattering, hugging and kissing her friends. The people who whispered had no clue that it would heighten my interest. It turned me on. Being bi, it was bound to. Besides, I’d had a crush on Chloe since the day I met her. Once I met her boyfriend I couldn’t get the pictures out of my head — erotic images of them together, and me getting in on the act. When Chloe asked me to come round to their place to prepare for club night with them, my libido and my imagination knew no bounds.

Mac sets one of the glasses down on the dressing table next to Chloe and then hands me the other. I swig from it gratefully, my blood pumping fast. He looks down at me, his eyes possessive as he surveys my naked body. Chloe undressed me while blithely informing me I was going to wear something of hers.

“Does Mac being here bother you?” She asks the question casually, but I know this is about my consent, consent to whatever follows.

I smile his way. “No, he doesn’t bother me. Not in a bad way, at any rate.”

Mac lifts his glass in my direction, apparently pleased by that. A sense of expectation exudes from him tonight. His eyes are hawk-like, not missing a thing, and his dark hair has been closely cropped, making him look even more mercenary than he normally does.

“Wonderful.” Chloe inserts the mascara wand back in its shiny silver tube, and then runs her fingers through my shoulder-length hair. “Are you ready to get dressed?” Her kohl-lined eyes are bright and simmering with suggestion. “I always think the right clothing can make you feel even more undressed,” she adds, suggestively.

I nod. I am so ready. Ready for it all. I want to touch her, hold her and taste her. I want to have her man climbing the walls because of what I’m doing to her.

Mac is pleased. “It’s like a ritual for you women, getting dressed up to go out.”

“I guess it is.” If this was a ritual, was I the sacrifice?

Chloe chuckles. “He likes the way I get turned on about dressing up.”

“That’s understandable,” I murmur, and Mac nods at me, silently exchanging the knowledge that we have in common.

Chloe walks to the wardrobe and opens the double doors with a flourish, the sleeves on her red silk kimono sliding against her beautiful pale skin. Chloe is all about fabrics: silks, velvets and leather. Their bedroom is a palace, decadent with sensual fabrics. Erotic prints punctuate the walls, offering suggestions for sex, everywhere. With one hand, she runs her black-lacquered fingernails over the club gear lined up at one end of the wardrobe. Her sleek black bob looks good with the red silk kimono, turning her into a 1930s silver screen diva. The kimono swings open and the soft pale skin of her cleavage, abdomen and bare pussy is revealed to me. It makes me want her more with every passing moment.

I watch as she flicks through the clothes, apparently deciding what to dress me in. We are near enough the same size, although I am not as luscious as Chloe. Mac moves and rests on the bed behind me, up against the headboard, while I sit naked between him and his girlfriend. I feel his gaze on me; hear the creak of his leather jeans at my back.

After some deliberation Chloe pulls out an outfit, clutching it against her, stroking the shiny surface to her breasts, her eyelids drop as she revels in the feeling of the luxurious, soft leather corset. “What’s the golden rule?” she asks.

“Boots first, then corset.” My naked skin tingles as I say the words. It was one of the first things she ever said to me, when I admired her boots on her first day in the office.

Chloe nods, grabs another hanger and steps over to the bed with them. She places the chosen items next to me. I stare down at them as she goes back to the wardrobe. Two black, boned corsets. One laces at the front, the other at the back. Mac makes a sound behind me when I stroke the leather, a sort of approving growl. My skin tingles with anticipation. Looking at Chloe I see that she is bending over, rooting about amongst the many pairs of boots piled at the bottom of the wardrobe. The red silk dips between her buttocks and thighs, gravitating into the heat there. I want to walk over, kneel down and rest my tongue against her pussy through the fabric, to wet and darken it with my mouth, making it stick to her groove. I could just picture how the damp silk would look clinging to her there.

She stands and walks back, carrying two pairs of boots. “You first,” she says and drops one pair, unzipping the other pair one by one. “Left foot.”

Resting my hands fl at on the bed either side of my thighs, I lift my left foot, obediently watching as my damson-painted toenails disappear into the boot. When she puts on the second boot, she gestures at me and I stand. Turning me around, she instructs me. “Bend over, and I’ll do them up for you.”

I’m facing Mac now, and he looks like a dark master lazing nonchalantly against the pillows. I can’t help noticing the bulge at his groin. I bend over, hands fl at to the bed so that she can zip the boots up the back of my legs, all the way to my thighs. The sense of vulnerability I experience makes me dizzy. My bottom is facing Chloe, my breasts on display to the man of the house. I feel like Chloe’s doll, and it’s incredibly arousing. I drop my head, my hair trailing over my face.

The sound and bite and clutch of the zip as it pulls the leather tight around my legs race through my senses. She moves from one leg to the other, humming softly as she does, her hand stroking the leather on to my skin. Her breath is warm against the back of my thighs as she moves, and I long for it higher still. My clit is already painfully swollen in the folds of my pussy, and I fight the need to squirm and rub myself.

She stands up behind me, drawing me upright too, holding my arms steady as I find the measure of the tall, spiked heels, lifting one and then the other as the leather settles against my skin. Her hands curve round my buttocks and she squeezes them tightly, resting a kiss against my shoulder blade before she ducks down to pick up the corset. She’s giving me the one that laces at the back, and I stare at Mac as she moves the garment around me, fleetingly squeezing my nipples between her finger and thumb. Mac watches all the while, his gaze hot. I have to close my eyes as I sway, delirious, savouring the touch of fingers and eyes on my body.

“Yo u ’re so horny tonight,” she murmurs against my ear, in a breathless voice that tells me how aroused she is too.

“Circumstances,” I respond, and laugh softly. When I glance Mac’s way, I find myself wondering what his cock looks like. The moment is surreal, but the fact that it’s happening is making me so hot and slick that the tops of my thighs are damp.

She pulls the corset into place, lacing it quickly. Mac watches, and the bulge at his groin is getting bigger. My nipples practically burn with pleasure. The leather is hard against my skin, so tight.

“I want you to dress me now,” she states.

She thinks this is dressed? No wonder it makes her feel even more undressed. Wearing only a pair of boots and a corset can do that. She shrugs her shoulders and her kimono falls to the floor, then she stands sideways to the bed. I kneel at her feet to zip her boots. They are PVC knee length, 1960s chic with massive, futuristic platforms. Dressed, she will look like a glossy manga diva. She is a chameleon, immediately at home in whatever time period she decides to adopt.

My hands shake as I zip the boots along the inside of her legs. With my hands around her PVC-clad calves, I glance at her shaven pussy, the urge to touch her there overwhelming. She’s looking down at me and responds with a naughty smile.

“Is my girlfriend aroused?” Mac’s question makes my stomach flip.

“Yes, very aroused. I think she likes this,” I say from my place at her feet. I have such a crush on her that I am aching from it.

“Do you think she would like you to touch her, to make it better?”

“Maybe just a kiss,” I whisper, the words catching in my throat.

“Naughty girl,” Chloe says. She covers her pussy briefly with her hands, playfully, and then puts her hands back on her hips. I stare up at her as I kiss her pussy, sinking my tongue into its groove to seek out her clit. Her body grows taut, and she moans. That sound makes my hips roll and I close my eyes, revelling in the taste and feel of her in my mouth. Her clit is swollen and her folds slick. She wants this; the knowledge of that fact sends shivers through my core.

“Corset now,” she murmurs, but I can see that it’s taking all her effort not to break with her plans — because they are plans, I sense that now.

I stand and take the garment from her hands, lean in and wrap the leather around her torso. She holds it loosely in place while I begin to lace it up from the waist. As her breasts are gradually pulled tighter, and higher, I sigh. “You look so hot.”

“So do you.” She points at the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door.

I glance over. Yes. We look strangely obscene and powerful, with shiny black boots and corsets, our naked pussies proudly on display. I can see Mac on the bed in the background, sipping his wine, watching us. Instinctively, I move closer to Chloe, moulding against her.

“Ladies, you’re not even laced up yet,” Mac chastises mockingly.

I reach for the laces again. Oh, but squeezing her breasts tight in the leather is hot. It takes a while, but when we are done, Mac nods and smiles. “Now you’re properly prepared.”

“Prepared?” I repeat.

Chloe looks coy all of a sudden and she nibbles on her bottom lip quickly before speaking. “It’s my birthday, and you’re what I wanted.”

My body tightens then liquefies inside a heartbeat. “Is that why you unwrapped me as soon as I arrived?”

She clutches at my elbows, holding me steady, which is just as well. Concern shines in her eyes. “Do you mind?”

“No. I’m honoured.”

“When Mac met you, he thought you might want to be here.”

Mac — the watchful one — he knew that I was interested, right back then. Perhaps they weren’t swingers after all. Perhaps they were just looking for their third? I hoped so; I wanted that.

Leaning in, I kiss her. Her lips are so soft and they part easily, her hands closing around my naked hips as she melts into me. Pressing closer, I feel her bare pussy touch mine, and the shock-pleasure is too intense, like electricity sparking over my mound. I push her down on the bed and I’m on my knees in a fl ash, between her thighs, my mouth on her pussy, my hands stroking her PVC-covered calves. Her clit rears up from the swollen folds of her pussy. I circle it quickly, before nudging it back and forth.

“Oh. . don’t stop.”

The thrill of hearing her say those words lights me. I reach out and flatten her on to the bed, my hand splayed beneath her breasts, my tongue barely breaking contact with her delicious pussy.

She lets out a cry of delight, her hips undulating. Sucking her off is hot enough to make me come, but she wants it all. Her hand lands on my head, and she pushes it up a little to lift me off. With the other hand, she clicks her fingers and moves two of them in a walking movement. I drop back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, licking her juices off my wrist while making her wait.

She purses those gorgeous lips of hers. “Oh you’re so bad, no wonder I want you. Now get up here and 69 me.”

Mac watches avidly, and I wonder if he’s just going to observe, or get involved. I guess I’ll find out soon enough. My heart throbs out a fierce rhythm. Climbing over her, I kiss her mouth, long and hard. Her lips part under mine as she relinquishes her strength to me.

“Let me have you,” she urges.

My heart aches for her, and that’s not all. Moving fast, I climb over her, turning as I do so, getting into position. The smell of leather and PVC and sex is ripe in the air. Hovering over her, I gasp when she latches her hands around the back of my thighs, where my boots end. My head drops and I breathe her in, my face between her thighs, my leather-covered breasts crushing against her. The combination of soft flesh and shiny black is so hot; my pulse thuds wildly in my groin, my nipples hard as nuts inside my corset.

Her mouth latches to my pussy, her tongue stroking me fast. Wild fire burns through me. My mouth on her clit, hers on mine, we are engulfed in each other. We move in time, leading each other on. Even as I sink into the total delirium, I’m aware of the movement on the bed. Mac is prowling. I feel his hands on my hips; he’s behind me. When he pushes a finger into my gaping slit, I react, shoving my tongue inside Chloe.

I hear the sound of a condom wrapper, and I know he’s going to fuck me from behind while this is happening. Chloe will be watching his cock going into me, and that makes my body squirm and my tongue move faster. Chloe’s hips buck under me, and when Mac eases his cock inside me, she answers with her own assault, as if it’s turning her on even more. She bites my flesh before ringing my clit with her tongue. Mac begins to thrust, hard and fast, filling me. Strung out on multiple sensations, I plunge my tongue inside her, my chin rubbing her clit as I do.

I hit home, my clit throbbing and my core in spasm. I hear Mac groan, and his cock jerks, his fingers tightening on my buttocks. Chloe’s thighs tremble with pleasure on either side of my head. I lick her liquid heat as it dribbles from her, and she shudders to completion. When Mac pulls his cock free, I roll on to the bed beside Chloe, and keep her fingers loosely knotted in mine as we catch our breath.

Mac strips off his T-shirt before he lies with us. Quietly, we explore each other with curious touches and hungry kisses.

“Enough for you?” Mac teases, eventually.

“No, I want to do this all night, preferably in front of the mirror.” I shouldn’t have said that. This was their party.

“I’ve got a camcorder, if that would help,” Mac offers.

“Oh, you say all the right things,” I tease, and smile his way.

He gives me a subtle nod as I continue to stroke Chloe.

She stares at me, her eyes warm with affection. “I’ve wanted to do this with you for weeks, so has Mac.”

“Really?”

She nods. “Really.”

Mac kicks off his boots. “I take it we’re not going out tonight?”

“Why spoil a wonderful evening?” Chloe purrs, fondling my breasts where they are lifting from the corset

Mac is at my back, and he kisses my neck, grazing me with his teeth. I arch in response. “It’s my birthday next week,” he says, breathing against my skin.

“Sure it is,” I respond.

“Oh, it is,” Chloe confirms.

“Do you want me to come back then, gift wrapped?”

Mac thinks about that for a moment, and I feel his cock getting hard against the back of my thighs. “I think you should just stay with us, all week.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say, and settle between them, and it’s right where I want to be.