This is a longer, slightly more scene setting story - I hope to write more, but if you want to skip to the fun, search for the three asterisks (***). 

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As an experience I can recommend to all, I lived in a series of share houses for five or six years after the end of University until I moved interstate. Sure, there was the odd instance of housemate's gone mad, yet for the most part I had a great run of friendship, fun, and debauchery. This was just as online dating was taking off in Australia as as a common thing - it straddled that boundary of Tinder being viewed as solely a hookup app to one that most younger people seeking genuine dates would use regularly. Most of my housemates were single or casually dating other people and we'd all talk and encourage each other.

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So I'm James, and to give you a little more background (I promise to focus on the threesome itself, really), I had started as a pretty shy guy when it came to women. I'd develop crushes on women from a distance though would rarely act on it. I'd had a few semi-serious and serious relationships by the point of turning 25, but it was only in the share house that I properly grew in confidence. It all starts with a sense self-worth, right? Equally so for me, it was about having a group of male and female friends I lived with where we all supported each other and built up each other's confidence.

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In one of my more memorable experiences, I'd been casually seeing Sally for a few weeks - maybe getting onto two months. Neither of us were exclusive, although we were approaching that cusp of deciding if the connection would turn into something more. As (m)any men do, I'd always desired a threesome - although I was perhaps a little uncommon in not being fussed if it were two men or women involved. So rather than having a serious discussion with Sally on whether we should start 'properly dating', I asked if she wanted to find a third for our bedroom. 

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Now I'd grown in confidence, but that still had it's limits - so I asked her this in a text message conversation. We'd been teasing around fantasies, and she had asked about things we wanted to experience or try. I hadn't put a lot of thought into asking this, and sort of blurted it out. 

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Me: *Well a big one for me is to have a threesome. I love the idea of experiencing something so different from sex between two - I think it would be really fun to explore.* (Nervous waiting intensifies) Sally: *Haha really? Like what, two women?* Me: *Ha - well sure, but I'd definitely be open to having another guy involved, though I wouldn't interact with him myself. I guess it's the dynamic between three people and how you connect that's pretty fascinating, if that makes sense?* Sally: *Mmm that does sound delicious.* (more nervous waiting with the 'Sally is typing' at the bottom of the conversation, seemingly for hours) Sally: *I've never been with a woman but that's something I find pretty intriguing.*

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And we're off to the races. I was on board, Sally was on board - but neither of us really knew how to find the third. Enter the housemates. At this stage I volunteered at a charity, and did a bit of work here and there, and spent the rest of the time in leisure - that day was lazing in the backyard with my housemate Jenny. I'd laughed and grinned when Sally had said she was keen and when I explained why to Jenny, so did she. 'You're kidding? You dirty man James,' she said while I protested my indignation. We had a decent amount of banter, mostly on how were we going to possibly find someone? Then things got even better. 

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'I know someone who'd be keen,' Jenny said. Turns out Kylie, one of her high school friends was incredibly open, sex positive, all the good things when you're looking to explore as a mid-twenties guy. And the best part was I'd met Kylie, and we got on like a house on fire. The next few hours were this back and forth of texting between four people with Jenny acting as the middle-woman to connect us, a few photos (safe for work, sorry all) going back and forth, and an agreement that the three of us should meet at a house party the following weekend. 

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It was one of the longest few days I've had to wait.

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The house party was great - a little more civilised than most I'd been to, as the hosts even got a band they were friends with to put on a short concert. Picture those Bon Iver Take Away shows but with a far less famous folk trio. Better yet, the three of us got on amazingly. 

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I didn't need to imagine what Sally looked like nude - I knew. She was tall, nearly at my 185cm's (a little over 6 foot), and quite slender. Her pale blonde hair nearly touched the bottom of her shoulder blades, and when she was riding me in bed it was a sheer curtain over her small breasts and perky nipples. Of course at the party that was all covered up. She was wearing a summer dress, floral patterned and elegant that came to just above her knees. My mind was filled with the thought that she had chosen that to impress Kylie. If my reaction was anything to go by, it would. 

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Kylie was an unknown. I knew already, and my eyes that night could tell she was beautiful - the dress she wore was tighter than Sally's, and showed off her curves. It was more than that with Kylie. She was one of those rare magnetic people, with an understated charisma that held your attention. And you wanted hers. Both Sally and I found ourselves matching her quiet voice, leading the three of us to move from the initial nervous stance spread across a corridor, to a more intimate circle, less than an arms length between us.

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Over the night the three of us ebbed and flowed away from each other. After a fairly short time I knew the spark was there, yet the uncertainty on what would happen next remained. Sally and I found ourselves around the small fire in the backyard (it was summer, sure, but what's an Australian house party without a fire pit?), my arm around her. We didn't need to say anything - I could tell by looking at her she was on edge, and incredibly aroused. She met my eyes, smiled and nodded. 

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We joined Kylie in the kitchen, her holding a plastic cup of red wine and chatting to a few friends. I'm not entirely sure who said what, or to whom, but we found ourselves in a big taxi  back to my place, with my housemates, Sally, and Kylie.

All of us ended up in our kitchen, new drinks, and chatting with music in the background. It was a rather odd feeling with anticipation between the three of us building and my housemates also knowing we were about to go into my bedroom and fuck.

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We were sitting in my room, the two of them on the edge of my bed and I on my desk chair. I'd put music on - Massive Attack, or something similar. Kylie asked us what we were looking for, why we wanted to find a third, and why her. All of us were more than a little tipsy, and the conversation doesn't stick in my mind, yet I do remember we felt the same. Sex is great fun, and best when it comes with a connection and respect, and we don't need to be possessive about pleasure. I do know the tension was getting unbearable.

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Each of us had our hands on each other's legs, and then Sally and Kylie kissed. It was soft, a little bit tentative, and bathed in the soft light of the lamp one of the most beautiful things I'd seen. Their hands entwined, and Kylie put her arm around Sally's waist. I watched, not wanting to break the moment - this was Sally's first kiss with a woman and she should have that to herself. 

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It seemed an eternity later that they turned to me, and the three of us traded kisses. My mouth slid from one to the other, along Kylie's neck and behind Sally's ear, my lips met Kylie's, Sally moved from my jaw to hers, then up to join us as the three kissed at once. It was a wonderful mix of awkward and electric, that feeling of being with and kissing a new partner for the first time multiplied a hundredfold. 

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Kylie stood up and took us with her. She was experienced in sharing, and her taking the lead flowed beautifully. Hands running over each other, stealing kisses as we went, we stripped to our underwear. I'd say it was graceful and erotic, but it was flavoured by eager nerves and a growing sense of urgency. 

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Kylie was stunning in a casually lacy bra and underpants. Like Sally, she was slim, yet with wonderful curves and her breasts were a perfect handful. Kylie kept saying how lovely Sally was, leading to blushes and smiles, and when Sally said the same to her, Kylie grinned and kissed her. I unhooked their bras as they kissed, their arms dropped and the thin material fell to the floor. Their breasts touched as they came together and circled their bodies with searching hands.

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I was hard as I'd ever been. Since this time I've had other threesomes, and with these two women as well. Yet there was something especially arousing about being there for Sally's first time with a woman. I get it - typical guy - though it lent an extra frisson to the night, something both Sally and Kylie agreed when we spoke about it later. Sally told me that knowing everything that would happen that evening was a first for both her and I added a continuous and building sense of anticipation and eroticism. 

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They laid down on the bed, tangled together, alternating kissing and staring at each other while their hands trailed over their bodies. I knelt down on the side of the bed - I wanted to be a part of this too. Pulling their underpants to the end of their feet and dropping them behind me, I leaned between Sally's legs and blew gently on her. She started, giggled, and they both looked down at me as I slid my tongue along her pussy. 

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We kept on, I moved from Sally to Kylie, kissing and licking as I teased the other with my fingers. They were moaning, mouth to mouth. I remember Sally laughing as a new feeling overtook her, and then going very quiet as Kylie reached down and touched her for the first time. I sat back on my heels and watched as Kylie's moved her head to Sally's chest, her lips sealing over her erect nipple, and ran my hands up and over Kylie's smooth butt. 

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We switched places, Kylie and I. As I wrapped Sally in my arms her breathing became heavy and then hitched - right at the moment a woman's mouth first settled between her legs. It sounds a bit Mills and Boon, but I guess cliches are that for a reason - I remember her clutching at me while Kylie went down on her. Her back arched, and her hands roamed over me, one into Kylie's hair, down on to grab at the bed sheets - she seemed unable to control where they went. 

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In porn, I suppose it would be here that Sally had an earthshaking orgasm. I wish that were true, though it did happen later. She told me after she felt that she needed it to break, but the nerves and anticipation of the night had her too wound up to tip over the edge. 

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We shuffled around, and the next half an hour was a blur of limbs and hands and mouths. I know we moved into a circle on our sides, each of us going down on the other, Kylie to Sally to me on Kylie. That stood out as one of those unique feelings that only happen with more than two people in a bed - reciprocal pleasure not just one to another but shared among more. Kylie came - it turns out she's one of those lucky people who come easily. Somehow, I held out. 

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At some point when Sally was on her back with my cock in her mouth, Kylie moved up from between her legs to lay along side and kiss her neck. 'I want to see you two have sex,' she said as she looked up at me, whispering into Sally's ear. 

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Another blur of limbs and Kylie was on her back, Sally resting on her knees over her and looking back at me as I ran my hands down her back to cup her pussy, a finger sliding inside. In one of the less graceful moments of my life I stumbled into a spot between their legs and rested my cock against her. She gasped as I entered her, then turned to look down at Kylie. An odd, but unforgettable comment came next: 'Mmm, get up into my grill,' said Kylie, linking her hands behind Sally's head and pulling them down to kiss. As I fucked Sally, their hands roamed each other and I felt Kylie's fingers slipping over my cock in search of Sally's clit.

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I don't know how long it lasted. I know Kylie came again. I know they kissed and moaned, their breasts either pressed together, held in our hands, or by our mouths. The feeling of their bodies below mine, of Sally's back arching as she finally had her release, the build of tension as my own orgasm came closer - it was like nothing else. Sally later said it was the most intense thing she'd experienced in bed - me inside her and kissing her back as she kissed Kylie and felt her fingers below. I can't say I disagree.

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It didn't last. Sally knew I was close. One of the things I loved about sex with Sally was her enjoyment in finishing me with her mouth. And this time she had help. I'd always dreamed of a double blow job - unfortunately I didn't really get to fully experience it this time. With the two of their stunning faces meeting over my cock, and after a few brief licks and kisses, I came, Sally taking it all and swallowing it down, as Kylie kissed her neck and they both stared at me.

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I didn't get the full double blow job experience, or have sex with Kylie - that night at least - although I wasn't going to complain. It was nearly 3am by this stage, and after a long session of playing, enough alcohol, we all crashed. It was more than enough for all of us in that moment, and overwhelming in its intensity.

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We played again, the next morning too. I'll write about that, and other stories, if there's enough interest.