Polly,Sandy & Steve

Polly, Sandy & Steve


We had a delightful dinner at a local pub that was within walking distance of their unit so there was no worries about drinking and driving. We took advantage of that by having three bottles of wine between us.

Walking home all of us dressed in shorts and tees, Steve was in the middle and he put his arms around both of us as we laughed and joked the few hundred metres through the failing light back to the unit. With vinos in our hands we sat in the cosy lounge listening to music by candlelight and, inevitably I guess, the conversation turned to Mack and me. I found myself opening up to them and telling them more about the background and how I felt. This, for some reason, included my feelings and even touched on the loneliness and how much I missed being with a man when he was away working.

I guess the wine and the talk made me a little morbid and I started to well up. Both of them were so understanding and it was good to have some friends to talk to.
Sandy came and sat right next to me on the sofa and put her arms around me as Steve said how Mack should try and get some local work. Maybe it was the alcohol, but they did make me feel better and as Sandy kept hugging me, it was strangely comforting and the sadness quickly passed as I sipped my vodka.

“Well I reckon it’s time I showed you where things are around here but as you know it’s not a very big unit. Come on Polly,” she said, adding, “then we’ll get you tucked up in bed shall we.

Smiling I replied, “Yes mum,” and we all laughed.

She showed me where the bathroom was and how to open the windows with the burglar proof locks and then into the bedroom that was quite small but nicely furnished with a queen sized bed.
I undressed but kept my knickers on and slipped on my little white singlet that I sometimes wear in bed, and went to the bathroom to clean my teeth. Back in my room I slipped my knickers off and slid under the sheet. It was still very warm so there was no need for a doona. I was about to turn the light off when there was a knock on the door and Sandy called out as she slowly opened it.

“Everything OK Polly?”

“Yes great thanks Sandy, I’m fine now,” I smiled at her as she came into the room wearing a lovely white satin camisole that was cut very low at the front.

“Good, I’m pleased,” she replied coming over and sitting on the side of the bed.

We talked for a while about the time away Mack had to do and how things had changed for me. I said how lucky she and Steve were to have him home every night. She was sitting very close to me so that my leg had pressed up against her hips, and as she moved or leaned forward the loose top of her camisole would open and I couldn’t avoid seeing down it. Several times I saw most of her small pert breasts. I didn’t think anything of it as we girls were usually comfortable with things like that anyway.

(Just to get the ages right here I’m 52 Mack is 47 and Steve and Sandy are 26yrs old)

“Can anyone join in?” I heard Steve saying from outside the door which he’d tapped upon discretely before putting his head round it.

“Sure, the more the merrier,” I responded pulling the sheet up a little. I was aware that the thin singlet was stretched fairly tightly across my breasts and that most likely the outline of my nipples would be showing through it. He walked in carrying the bottle of vodka and three glasses.

“Perhaps a nightcap ladies?” he asked plopping himself down on the other side of the bed to Sandy.

“Why not,” we both said as he poured them out.

“You know Polly,” Steve said seriously, “Mack must be absolutely barmy to keep working away all the time, Ay Sandy?”

“Yeah definitely” She replied, lifting her hand and running the back of her fingers across my cheek. “Bloody stupid to leave such a gorgeous wife alone for so long.”

“Come on Polly, don’t let it get to you again,” Sandy said, her fingers gently clasping my chin. “It’s not worth it if work means so much to him that he completely neglects you.”

“I know, I know,” I said, “it’s just that I miss him when he’s away so much.”

“Him?” Steve said.

“Well yes him, and also not being held and being cuddled, having company, oh you know what I mean.”

“Yeah we do” Sandy murmured taking me into her arms and holding me. It felt nice and I found myself cuddling up to her, but more like friends or like sisters than anything else.
Steve leaned forward and put his arms around both of us. He kissed me on the head and muttered softly.

“You know that we both really like you Polly and that we’d do anything for you?”
I smiled at him and replied, “Yes Steve, you are both so kind to me and good friends.”

As I was still in Sandy’s arms, and my breasts had pressed against her pert boobs as she gently stroked her fingers through my hair. Steve still had his arms round the pair of us, one knee on the bed which was pushing into my hip. Sandy moved her face so she was looking directly into my eyes and smiled as she whispered, quite hoarsely,
“Men can be such bastards Polly, who needs them really?”

“I don’t know about that Sandy, they have their uses, if you know what I mean.” I said back to her, feeling suddenly very excited but not being really aware of why and at what.

“I know” she said, “you told me earlier, remember?”;Referring back to a chat we’d had during the afternoon when Steve had popped to the shops and I’d told her how sexually frustrated I had become.

“And, Polly…if you like… We reckon we have an answer to that,” she whispered staring into my eyes as she stroked my hair.
I didn’t speak for I had no idea what she meant so I raised my eyebrows at her.
Sandy looked at Steve and then Steve looked at me smiling.

There was a moment of silence before I turned my gaze back to Sandy. “What is it?” I nervously asked as she put her fingers just where my neck joins my shoulders gently started rubbing my bare skin where my singlet ended.
She then hit me with a bombshell that was, in some ways, the most sexually charged and erotic thing that had ever been said to me.

“Polly…I want to share Steve with you,” she blurted out.

I didn’t know what to say or think as her incredible words burned into my brain. She went on,
“I want to share him with you so you can enjoy some sex without any recriminations or entanglement and from someone you know.

“Oh God Sandy,” I said startled and shocked at what I’d heard.

“That’s only if you’d like to and if you fancy me.” Steve added.

“You do find my Stevie attractive don’t you?” Sandy asked

“Oh yes…oh god yes I replied”… “Steve, I have to confess… you’re simply gorgeous and I find you very attractive” I said, but I also added that I wasn’t at all sure about the idea.

“We both want to do this Polly” Sandy whispered, her fingers now running along my shoulder going under the top of my singlet towards my shoulder joint.

“If you’re not sure there’s no pressure and we can stop at any time, but we really thought it might be nice, that’s all” she said.

I looked from her to Steve and back again, my heart pounding as I thought of the sexual satisfaction they were offering me.