Manoj was lying on his back, his legs high in the air, in the form of a V. Braj was ploughing hard between them, deep inside his ass. They noticed me ...and Braj tried to pull out. I could already see Manoj's cock shrivel."carry on, carry on" I said. "I'd love to watch." You don't mind?" asked Braj."Not at all. In fact I'd like to join you!" I replied.Manoj and Braj exchanged glances and Braj said "Well, that will have to wait till tomorrow night when we induct you into our gang, with a bang! Till. Which triggered a distant memory about my former girlfriend Malia. My polyamorous, female-only relationship was full of cummy kisses. When our mouths were all full of our three-lady cocktail, I’d always be ready to explode again. Malia loved to viciously finger my cunt and blow on my clit for my ‘last’ orgasm of the interlude. Jen would watch, ready to slap my bundle of nerves hard at just the right time to make me buck wildly and scream. I can’t tell you how many times poor Malia got kicked. Three strangers, his mistress and a shadowy figure in an alcove who he couldn't quite make out. His olfactory senses informed him of the charged atmosphere. Mingled with the familiar aroma of sex and pheromones were undertones of apprehension, even a little fear. The perfumes worn by them did little to hide the musk of sweat and aroused glandular activity. His nose told him of these things and it never lied.Two women sat on the red leather settee. A blond haired woman, dressed in some sort of. Luke was lying with her on the couch as a light blanket was wrapped and twisted around them. The TV was on, but neither knew what was showing. He was on his back, a pillow under his head. Jessica lying on his chest, her hands crossed holding her chin up as she looked into his eyes."Have you though about children?" she asked softly.Normally a danger bell would be going off in his head somewhere. But for some reason, the warning alarm was muted. Even his funny bone was silenced.Here he was lying.