This is the continuing saga of Triple Play, a wonderful threesome/poly relationship between Adam, Missy and Chris. Please read Part One first! I’d written this for Amazon (it is still on there somewhere in the recesses I assume) but it wasn’t selling well. I welcome and encourage honest feedback. If you leave negative feedback please have the courtesy to tell me what you didn’t like and how I could have made it better! I really want to grow as a writer.

We now return to Triple Play…

Missy and I had decided to meet with Adam again, only this time we were prepared. Since I had connections at most of the big hotels in the area I’d gotten a Bridal Suite at one of the swanky downtown convention halls. It had a big heart-shaped bed, a huge Jacuzzi/tub and plenty of space to play in.

We were killing some time in the tub which was full of bubbles. It was a nice luxurious soak with champagne, candlelight, and girl-talk. It was wonderful! And then I felt Missy extend her leg, gliding it up between mine all the while talking about some stupid prank she’d been made to pull in college. The sole of her foot was inching up the inside of my left leg, pausing every now and then, massaging me, prodding, probing. Suddenly the water was very hot and the room was spinning. I really wasn’t planning on doing anything without Adam there since I knew he would love to watch, but what the heck, it wasn’t like I was a GUY or anything, unable to function again for hours. Surely one little orgasm wouldn’t cut down on my ability to have fun with him, now would it?

I sighed and sank lower in the tub, letting Missy’s toes slide all the way to the base of my thighs. I shuddered when her toes found my slit. She casually rubbed her big toe into my folds, making little circles while continuing her story. The cold splash of my champagne on my nipples made me shriek with surprise. Apparently I had gotten so deeply engrossed in my ‘massage’ I’d forgotten I was holding a drink. The ice-cold bubbly I spilled on my breasts yanked me out of my trance, but not before shooting lightning bolts of ecstasy to my nether regions.

“You uncontrollable old coot!” I said, scolding Missy for her clandestine submarine maneuvers.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, trying her best to look innocent. “Did my foot wander into controlled airspace?”

“Yes it’s controlled, and you are trying to enter a ‘No Fly Zone’ before the pilot gets here.”

“I just want to make sure the engines are warmed up and ready to go, that’s all.”

“Trust me, I haven’t thought about anything else all week,” I said. And it was true. I’d gone over tonight a thousand times in my mind and played it out a thousand different ways. My crotch ached from all the attention I’d given it! Dildos, fingers, vibrators – I’d used them all to relive the yearning to duplicate our last meeting. I was just sure that we couldn’t match the magic from last time and quite frankly I’d thought about not going through with today’s meeting. What if the magic was gone? What if this led somewhere I really didn’t want to go and it ruined the memory of that first meeting? I was in danger of contaminating an event that I would remember for the rest of my life.

Did I really want the footnote to be “…yeah, and then we fucked the whole thing up by trying to repeat it.” I wasn’t sure.

Missy and I finally got out of the hot tub and went downstairs to the hotel bar to wait for Adam. We got our drinks and had just settled in when he arrived. Damn, he looked good. He was just wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt, but Missy and I both noticed the distinct bulge in his pants. Let the games begin!

We had a few rounds and were laughing about something when a couple walked
in the front door. They were apparently from Texas, decked out in their best
flannel and denim. The guy was a cowboy right down to the spurs on his boots
and his wife, all 5’10” of her, was decked out in rhinestones and turquoise. They walked past us to the bar and ordered.

Since the only available table was next to ours they came over and sat down glancing intently around the room. He leaned over to Adam and said. “Now, it’s not fair that you brought two women and I only have one. I hope you plan to share!” He laughed at his own joke (no one else did) and slapped Adam on the shoulder.

Adam looked at him and said “Well partner I’d love to share, but these women aren’t ‘MINE’. They are quite able to decide that for themselves.”

“Oh, they some of those women’s libbers? Well more power to them. I’m Roy and Bobbie here does what I tell her to, don’t you dear?” Bobbie waited until Roy wasn’t looking then rolled her eyes at us.

“Yes sir, I do.”

“Now, why the hell does everyone in here still have their clothes on?” Roy asked no one in particular.

Missy’s ears perked up on that one. “Excuse me? What did you think was going to happen here?”

“We didn’t come all the way from Dallas for our health darlin. We’re here for the swinger’s convention. They gave me a damn key. Let me go find out if we’re in the wrong place.” With that he got up and wandered off toward the bar.

Bobbie scooted over closer to our table, her cowboy hat tipped down low over her face. “You’ll have to excuse Roy there, he’s not used to seeing such pretty women.”

“Are you kidding me?” I retorted. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”

“Why thank you sweetie, so are you. But you know men get bored with the same-o same-o. Don’t they?” She was looking directly into Adam’s eyes. He swallowed hard, knowing he was painted in a corner. Pay too much attention to little miss Rodeo here and he’d risk pissing us off. Too little and he might blow the opportunity for some time in the saddle. Bobbie was cute, tall, lanky, built and obviously interested. Her nipples were sticking straight out though the fabric of her blouse, as were Missy’s and mine. It wasn’t Adam’s nipples that had gotten hard.

“Well, a little variety never hurt anyone. Besides, otherwise we all wouldn’t be here, would we?” He said doing an admiral job of using both heads at the same time.

Roy came back to the table. “Damn flyer didn’t say nuthin about a secret door. Ya’ll see one that isn’t marked?” Bobbie spoke up. “I don’t see an unmarked one but that one says ‘PRIVATE’. Do you think that might be it?” She batted her eyes at him and smiled as vacantly as she could manage.

“Damn good job Bobbie! You want to invite our new friends to come with us?” Roy said, the double entendre hanging heavily in the air. I looked at Missy, and she was staring at Roy. I couldn’t believe it! She was attracted to this guy! He was cute, and confident, and tall but still, the accent and attitude were driving me nuts.

Missy spoke up. “Not sure about the others here, but I’m more than willing to see what is on the other side of that door. Hope you two will CUM with us,” she said looking at Adam, accenting the word to leave no doubt she got the meaning. I was intrigued and Adam was still a guy. We all got up and headed that way.

The doorway led down a short hall, which opened up into a cozy club. There was a small dance floor, which was surrounded by darkened booths. A bar sat off to one side. We sat down at a table and looked around. There was a couple in one booth that was totally oblivious to everyone else. They were making out like teenagers, with hands roaming all over each other. Several couples were on the dance floor, also with hands everywhere. One man was massaging his partner’s ass and they danced, working her short skirt higher
and higher. A guy behind her helped lift her skirt up so he could slide a hand down the crack of her ass. Then he spun her around and put both hands on her ample breasts, knelt down and ran a trail of kisses down the front of her blouse. He lifted the front of her skirt and ducked his head underneath. The woman gasped and grabbed his head, thrusting her crotch into his face.
Other patrons watched intently.

“Missy,” Roy drawled, “Would you like to have that done to you?”
“Sure!” she replied. “Call him over for me, will you?”

I saw a pattern developing that I’d seen the first time we’d met. “No, I mean me, damn it. Would you like ME to do that to you? I’d make you come faster than you’ve ever come before in your life.” “I doubt that,” Adam said with authority.

“What, you think you can make a woman come faster than I can?” he said, puffing out his chest.

“Only one way to find out then. Come on boy, put up or shut up! Don’t make statements you aren’t willing to back up.” The testosterone was getting out of control, and any minute it would be back to the middle school playground. “I am too!” “You are not!” “I am SO much better than you!” “You are not!” Then the fists would fly bringing the evening to an untimely death.

Well, Adam might end up getting sex, but I’m sure he wasn’t planning on being behind bars when it happened! Missy saw the direction too. With all the hormones flying around something had to be done.

She said “Okay Mr. Roy. Time for YOU to put up or shut up. I’ve been with Adam and know what he’s capable of. Now we just need a willing participant for Adam.” She looked at me, then Bobbie. I blushed and lowered my eyes. Bobbie jumped right in.

“Yee Haw, we got us a race here ladies and gentlemen!” She jumped up and dragged two bar stools out into the middle of the dance floor. I sighed a HUGE sigh of relief knowing I wasn’t about to have a stranger between my legs to settle a stupid contest. Still…

Bobbie took off her hat and waved it around over her head.

“GO!” she squealed, grabbing the back of Adam’s head and stuffing his face against her crotch.

“Yee Hawwwwww!” she drawled.

Roy dove at Missy’s box, vigorously licking up and down. Adam planted kisses all around the top of Bobbie’s jeans, and then helped her wiggle out of them. He gazed at her marvelous blonde bush, then tickled the top of her slit with the tip of his tongue. Bobbie sighed and settled lower on the stool.

Meanwhile Missy yelped and smacked the top of Roy’s head HARD. “Ow, that hurt!” he hollered. “Then don’t use your teeth!” she exclaimed. The room erupted in laughter.

He went back to business, this time a little more tentatively. Missy leaned over towards Bobbie.

“I’ll be damned! He really is good at this!”

I could tell she was truly surprised by the tone, and she DID seem to be getting pretty worked up. Every now and then she’d involuntarily flinch or gasp. Roy was having his effect on her. Adam seemed unconcerned and casually inserted a finger deep into Bobbie’s box.

“Oh my gawd, that feels wonderful!” she purred. Missy was bouncing around on the stool, little noises emanating from her throat as Roy continued to tongue lash her clit.

“You’d better hurry there Adam old boy or Roy here is gonna make me CCUUUUUUUMMM! UUUuhhg!” She grabbed his head and held his mouth tight against her while throwing her legs over his shoulders. She clamped her thighs down on his head and used her heels to dig into his back. He was totally off balance and I could see his eyes bug out when he realized he couldn’t breathe. He worked his tongue for all he was worth. Bobbie was also getting close, but was nowhere near ready to come.