“Are you asleep?” She asked, knowing that we weren’t.

“No, we’re not just going over the night’s highlights,” answered Cinny. “Come on in and join us.”

Leslie was still wearing her lingerie party wear, which on the whole was quite demure, a mauve colored spaghetti strapped teddy and matching shorts. Cute, but far from racy. Most of the women guests had taken that route, tasteful not trashy. Cinny was wearing a similar pistachio colored teddy under the covers, but she had already ditched the matching shorts. I had stripped off my white wife beater tank top and was down to my white boxer shorts. I hadn’t won the best male lingerie ensemble trophy.

Leslie was an attractive, slender, medium height platinum blonde with a bob cut. Not particularly buxom or curvy, but certainly nice looking. I had learned the past two days getting ready for the party, that she had a quick mind, was warm, genuine and funny. Not unlike Cinny. I could see how the two remained fast friends even a decade after they graduated from college.

Cinny and Leslie acted like affectionate sisters with very few boundaries. They could be ribald and bawdy with each other one minute and sweet as kittens in the next. I enjoyed listening to them banter and being a third wheel to their reunion weekend.

One of their playful exchanges went something like this.

You’re beautiful.

No, you’re beautiful.

Well you are the most beautiful.

No, you are the most beautiful.

If I was a dude I’d fuck you.

Well I’m not a dude and I’d still fuck you.

Followed by bent over double laughter. They obviously thought a lot of each other.

Physically, Cinny was a couple inches shorter than Leslie and tanned a little darker, with longer hair. Cinny had the ubiquitous sun-bleached blonde Southern California hair to Leslie’s bottle blonde. Other than that, they were quite alike. “Sisters” in every way.

I was a little surprised, but not in a bad way, when Leslie didn’t hesitate and jumped under the covers on my side of the bed. I guess we had become quite fond of each other the past couple of days. She snuggled against me and girlishly asked, “So what were tonight’s highlights? I already know the low light.” The three of us laughed together.

The low light Leslie was referring to was the strawberry shortcake with fresh whipped cream she had made specially for dessert. The evening had gone so well, with uplifting cocktail conversation and hors d'oeuvres before dinner, then a nice salad, lamb, roasted baby potatoes, and wine dinner, followed by engaging general frivolity that no one remembered to serve dessert. I wasn’t too disappointed, I would be eating strawberry shortcake all week.

“And the highlight?” Leslie asked.

“Oh, that had to be Barry and Karen,” said Cinny, “What a bitch!” The three of us laughed uproariously.

Barry and Karen, were married partners and owners of the local gym Cinny and I belonged to. They weren’t in our regular circle of friends, but we liked them all the same and thought it might be fun to have them join us, and get to know them better. We had sent them an invite to the party and apparently then hadn’t looked at it too closely. They arrived late and stylishly attired for an elegant evening party.

I could tell they were taken aback when I answered the door in boxers and tank top. Then they saw that behind me was a room full of men and women in their finest boudoir wear.

“Did we miss something?” Barry asked. Karen looked a little quizzical as well.

“Well it is a Valentine’s Lingerie party.” I said. “You’re welcome to join us.”

They looked at each other, shrugged, stepped into the hall and began stripping, neatly stacking their clothes on a bench against the wall. I stepped back and didn’t stop them. As gym owners they both project vitality, health and fitness, truly body beautiful people.

Barry was down to a pair of black bikini briefs and he stopped there, shirtless, which showed off all the hard work and discipline he put in at the gym. I’d seen him in the locker room naked before and I was sure Cinny and Leslie were going to get a kick out of this. Every muscle on him was developed, pecs, arms, abs, glutes, legs, calves. He was the complete package, even though his package was covered by the briefs.

When I turned to look at Karen, she was only wearing a lacey pair of expensive looking bra and thong underpants. I think they call the color “nude?” She did a little spin in front of me, flung out her arms and legs and sang, “How do you like me now?”

“A lot,” was all I could manage. She was banging. Her ass was high, tight and firm, from who knows how many squats a day. Her barely there bra was covering up only half of her gravity defying surgically enhanced breasts. I was really glad we invited them and even happier that they had reading comprehension issues.

Needless to say, they brought the eye candy factor of the evening to a higher level. There was certainly some jealousy and envy in the room, as evidenced by Cinny’s “bitch” comment, but they were lovely people, lovely looking, and I’m glad we invited them.

As we were laughing and recounting Barry and Karen’s, shall we say, appreciated addition to the party, Cinny began to gently stroke and caress my thigh, getting closer and closer to my groin as she went. This was usually one of her signals that she wanted to have sex.

With Leslie under the covers with us, I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Did Cinny really want to have sex right now or was she just absently and reflexively stroking my thigh? I wasn’t sure, so I turned to face her, kissed her on the lips, and silently questioned her with my eyes.

She returned the kiss and answered my unspoken question.

“I want you to fuck Leslie and I want to watch you do it. Leslie and I talked about it while you were out. She hasn’t had sex in six months, and I think you should do it. I promised her if she came to Santa Barbara for Valentine’s Day she’d get laid. She wants you to, and I want you to,” her explanation poured out without taking a breath.

“Really?” was all I could muster.

“Really,” she replied.

I hesitated a moment, then rolled over to face a clearly embarrassed Leslie. “What about you Leslie?” I asked.

“Only if you want to,” she said almost apologetically.

“How is this going to work?” I asked.

Cinny, who was clearly the orchestrator of this set-up said, “Just get up on top of her and fuck her. I’ll watch.”

Obviously, this was something that hadn’t just come up spontaneously. They had conspired and concocted this scenario together and I was cast as a role player. I can’t say I was disappointed with my part.

I hesitated for a moment, considering. Cinny had a pretty healthy jealous streak, and though she seemed okay with this now, I wondered how would she really feel when it played out. Also, I wasn’t quite sure how to start with Leslie. Was this a romance or just a fuck, for fucks sake?

Cinny must have intuited my dilemma and said, “What’s the matter, do you need help getting started?”

Well if she was concerned about my arousal, that was clearly not a problem. I was rock hard and she knew it, since she had a firm grip on my cock under the covers.

Still unsure, I said, “Well maybe?”

They must have anticipated this, because Cinny virtually swam over the top of me. Had Leslie undressed in a flash and was on top of her kissing and caressing her breasts. They kissed passionately for a while, both of them beginning to writhe a little. Then Cinny’s hand was between Leslie’s legs, at first gently stroking her obviously professionally manicured little triangle of pubic hair. Then slowly Cinny’s fingers started to slip into a very wet Leslie. Leslie responded by pushing back. She was, they were, all three of us were very aroused and ready.

I must say, I was not disappointed, being pushed aside and made a voyeur. This was very, very hot. I made a mental note to ask Cinny about her definition of “watching” when all of this was over.

I guessed now was the time, because Cinny peeled off Leslie, held me with her eyes, then released me saying, “Now it’s your turn.”

That was all the permission I needed and moved between Leslie’s open and very wet legs. I didn’t just push into her immediately, that would have been rude. I stroked her clit with the head of my cock, back and forth, up and down. She arched her back and I could tell she really wanted it.

Cinny hadn’t completely disengaged, she was close beside us and exchanging kisses with both of us. Keeping tabs on our coital progress. “Put it in,” she directed. I did, and also noticed that she had a hand at her own pussy pushing her own arousal.

I slipped my cock in while maintaining eye contact with Cinny. I think we both wanted to keep that connection. Leslie was working her hips up and down against me. Small bird noises were coming from somewhere high in her chest, and her body was shaking erratically.

I couldn’t stand much more, and choked out, “I’m going to come.”

“No!” commanded Cinny, “Pull out, and come in my mouth.”

I pulled out of a very wet and feverish Leslie and Cinny was quickly on my dripping wet, now beginning to twitch cock. She didn’t tease at all, she knew there wasn’t much time. Just took me covered with Leslie’s sweet juices in her mouth and began vigorously sucking, her free hand and fingers slapping against her own wet pussy. It wasn’t but a minute and I was blowing a powerful load into Cinny’s mouth. My convulsions seemed to match hers. Despite our loss of control, she was able to hold me in her mouth and greedily gulped down my come.

Cinny let go of my spent cock, and composed herself for a second. Then she kissed me full on the mouth, still carrying the taste of my come and Leslie’s pussy. It was extraordinary.

Next, she kissed Leslie the same way. Then Leslie kissed me. Then kisses were going all around. We were a happy and contented little threesome.

Cinny had kept her promise.