Ménage à trois with a French escort

Ménage à trois.

Kiara never gave much thought to what the term meant. She’d heard about it—a sexual relationship between a couple and a third party did sound exciting—but doing it was another thing. She couldn’t, right?

The term came back to her as she walked into her boyfriend, Harry, having sex with her best friend, Jacqueline. The young blond Frenchwoman who worked part time for an escorts agency was new to London—they were all Oxford students on holiday, after all—and they’d had a great time showing her around. It looked like Harry was showing her a better time than Kiara had thought.

Weirdly, she wasn’t angry. Her eyes widened at the sight, but her skin tingled.

Harry was about to mutter when Jacqueline put her hand over his lips. She turned to Kiara, smiling.

“Would you like to join us, Kiara?”

A slow smile played across Kiara’s face. She took off her jacket, tossing it onto a chair nearby. Her jean trousers and her turtleneck sweater followed. She ran her fingers slowly over her body, down to her lips, where her lace panties which were already damp, rested. Slowly, she slid it down her legs. Harry gasped. Jacqueline being an experienced French escort had been in threesomes before, she licked her lips at the thought of what pleasure was to come.

Kiara’s skin tingled as they raked her with their gazes. She hadn’t ever considered something like this before, but it was strangely turning her on more than usual. She strode over to Harry and Jacqueline. Harry’s eyes were still wide, and his jaws were open. Kiara giggled.

Jacqueline was more open. As soon as Kiara got to them, the blonde put her arms around her waist. Kiara responded by wrapping her arms around Jacqueline’s neck. They gazed into each other’s eyes for long moments. The next moments were hazy. The only sensation Kiara was aware of was the feel of Jacqueline’s lips on hers. The heat rose to her face as their bodies pressed closer.

Jacqueline had the figure of a model. She wasn’t as curvy as Kiara, but her perky tits and round hips were a perfect fit. Kiara took her hands lower to those peaks, feeling around until her fingers came in contact with Jacqueline’s hard nipples. Hungry for more, Kiara’s tongue met Jacqueline’s, stroking and teasing. Jacqueline’s hands moved lower to cup her ass cheeks, and it was the feel of the blonde’s hands on her body that she found even more arousing than their frenzied kisses.

Kiara withdrew from the kiss, moving her lips to Jacqueline’s neck. A finger slid down her skin to probe her asshole. Kiara gasped. That was bold.

They moved their hands up and down each other’s bodies, from the small of their backs to the softness of their butts. Harry didn’t utter a word.

Jacqueline helped Kiara onto the bed. Kiara held her breath when Jacqueline’s fingers traced a path from her breasts to her navel and lower. Jacqueline’s thin fingers moved over Kiara’s slit, and she gripped the sheets. Her body jerked; her nerves were on end. Jacqueline turned to Harry.

“Your girlfriend’s pussy is very wet. It’s like she’s begging to have you inside her.”

Harry grinned. “I guess it’s time to join the show.”

He had finally found his voice, it seemed.

Kiara watched as Harry came closer to Jacqueline and took her lips in his, while the blonde’s fingers were still playing around her cunt. A finger probed her walls, then another. Jacqueline’s fingers moved inside her, gathering pace with each stroke.

A fuzzy thought occurred to Kiara. Harry was quite close, and his erection was moving against her thighs. She licked her palm before taking it to his cock and stroking it.

Jacqueline’s fingers were still moving in and out of Kiara while she was stroking Harry, whose lips were locked in a deep kiss with Jacqueline.

Ménage à trois. The term had meaning for her now.

“Don’t keep Kiara waiting any longer,” Jacqueline whispered into Harry’s ears.

Kiara swallowed as Harry turned to her. She turned to Jacqueline, who was already lying down. Jacqueline spread her thighs, inviting Kiara. She licked her lips as vivid imagery played in her mind.

She’d never eaten a girl out before, much less while having a cock drive into her from behind. There was a first time for everything. She moved over to Jacqueline. The blonde was perfect this way, lying down nude and with her legs parted.

Kiara leaned in, starting with Jacqueline’s lips and slowly working her way down. The line her tongue traced led her to Jacqueline’s damp pussy. With a swipe, she lapped at the juices already leaking from the other woman’s cunt. She licked Jacqueline’s clit, enjoying her taste. She pushed her mouth against the pussy lips, and Jacqueline held her closer. Kiara caressed her butt while her mouth moved. 

Kiara was on fire, wet, and aching between her legs. Sucking off Jacqueline was adding to the burning flames in her. She couldn’t wait to have Harry inside her. She didn’t have to wait long. He grunted as his cock nudged at her opening. She grabbed Jacqueline’s thighs, bracing herself. His hand went to her hips as he pushed forward.

She moaned against Jacqueline’s cunt.

He shoved deep into her, and her muscles stretched and throbbed around him. He tightened his grip on her hips and increased his pace, thrusting with fury. His hips slapped against her cheeks.

All of Kiara’s attention was on the dripping cunt before her and the throbbing hardness behind her. She was only vaguely aware of Jacqueline’s moans, the bed’s squeals, the slapping noises, or her muffled moans. Every thrust sent tremors to her core, and she couldn’t control her shuddering. All she could do was lay there and lap at Jacqueline’s cunt.

Jacqueline trembled, holding Kiara’s face closer. She was a squirter, and soon Kiara’s lips and cheeks were wet with her juices. Kiara soon joined her, an orgasm running over her. Her legs trembled. Her feet and ankles tingled. Her face grew hot and flushed.

Harry held Kiara against the mattress, groaning. Closing her eyes, she gave up control of her senses and let the waves take over. She opened herself to him.

Collapsing on her, he thrust inside her one last time. Soon, warm jolts of his cum jetted into her, one spurt after another. After some moments, he slid out of her and lay on his side.

The three of them lay side by side, catching their breath. Kiara was still on cloud nine.

Who said a good old ménage à trois wasn’t exciting?

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