Although I have already briefly mentioned the jobs of my two girlfriends, I believe it is a good time to clarify their different backgrounds and education, as this information helps explain a bit about their characters and future careers.

At school, Sarah was always in the top class, but never one that stood out as a potential future star. She was extremely attractive and had a small, tight-knit group of friends, Lisa being her closest and her one true confidant. She was lucky, as her parents were relatively well-off and never needed to move. Therefore, Sarah's friends are mostly village girls whom she has known since childhood.

In her final exams, she got eight O levels, which was good—actually excellent—but she had had enough of school. It was a period when she was regularly fucked by Jerry, her old boyfriend, with the emphasis being on the old, as he was the same age as her father. It was a time in her life when her head and, for that matter, her legs were all in the wrong places.

Sarah was always a beautiful-looking girl, but she just failed to see it. Apart from when she was with Jerry, Sarah tended to dress down, as she was not looking for other male attention. She only wanted Jerry.

After the affair and her brief pregnancy ended, Sarah retreated into her protective shell, which led to depression. Even today, Sarah blames herself for the baby’s loss, a miscarriage. At the time, she had wanted to keep the baby.

It was only now, nine months since her pregnancy and six months of putting up with yours truly, that she was re-emerging from that protective shell. With encouragement from me, she was slowly realising that she was beautiful, with a perfect figure, deep blue eyes, and a photogenic quality that only a few women could match.

While I had always known Sarah was beautiful, it was only now that I was beginning to see her as one hot, sexy woman. This was the true Sarah, the woman who used to sneak out of her parents’ house for wild sex with Jerry, details of which were mostly still unknown to me.

Sarah could have easily gone to college and even university, but no, she had had enough of school and wanted to get out into the big, bad world. If I had known her earlier, I would have encouraged her to stay in education and to go to college. However, by the time Jerry had left the scene and I had emerged, that option had long been gone.

I did encourage Sarah to enrol in a summer evening course to learn how to speak French. That had become very important to her as she readjusted to the world. What I hadn't expected was just how quickly she picked up the language. Sarah passed the course and gained a certificate that means so much more to her than just passing the course.

It represented a giant step in getting back to normal.

Learning basic French was a good start, and we were now talking about Sarah going to evening school to take her French oral to another level and to become fluent in the language. It was something that I had agreed to help her with and fund, but that final decision to sign up for the course had yet to be made, though in my heart, I already knew she would be going.

Sarah currently works in an office for a large furniture removal company, where she is well-liked and popular among the staff. It was a good first job after her depression, especially as she lived locally, actually within a short walking distance from her parents’ home. It had helped her get back on her feet. Sarah was paid fairly well, but it was a dead-end job; the only added advantage was that she worked a four-and-a-half-day week, not having to work Friday afternoons.

Clare was different, as she was never beautiful as a child. She was a gangly tomboy, and during the time she lived in Germany, she was the only girl in a gang of boys. Their parents were all in the services, and the gang were often in minor trouble, much to Clare’s parents’ despair.

As a child, Clare had frequently moved home both in the United Kingdom and occasionally abroad. Her family did not have that much money, as her father was in the army. The regular changing of friends and schools did affect Clare. She went a little wild and got up to things she shouldn’t, most unbeknownst to her family. It was a form of self-harm and, more importantly to Clare, rebellion. Clare just wanted a stable life, to attend the same school consistently, and most importantly, friends who would stay in her life for more than a few months.

When she was fourteen, nearly fifteen, Clare’s father bought himself out of the army so that they could settle as a family in one place. It also represented a chance for Clare to change.

The first time I met Clare at my local beach was just before that final move to the local large city. However, at the time of our brief meeting, Clare did not know where she was moving to or even if this was her final house move.

Four years later, she was still living in the same house on the edge of that city, the first time Clare had lived anywhere for more than eighteen months. She had a large group of friends and was also something of a social butterfly – always popular with the crowd.

Clare only really gained her beauty, figure, and confidence once she turned eighteen. Yes, there were hints of her future beauty in those early years, but she was a good example of a true late bloomer, the ugly duckling becoming the beautiful swan.

She has become a truly sexy and stunning woman, though perhaps she still has not grasped just how beautiful she really is. At eighteen, with her long legs, pert bottom, sexy womanly figure, pretty face, and, above all, her unique multi-coloured hair, she had become the sort of woman who grasped men’s (and sometimes women’s) attention wherever she went. She simply had a grace, an aura about her that brought everyone’s attention when she walked into a room.

At school, Clare was always near the top of the class; she was bright and left school with nine ‘O’ levels, which, coincidentally, was the same as me. She then went on to take three ‘A’ levels, but though she passed all in the first year, Clare only passed two in the final year, having failed chemistry.

By this time she was with her boyfriend Alan, but after nearly a year together, she was regularly meeting and fucking other guys behind his back. She also knew that she was bisexual. After all, since she turned sixteen, she had been secretly seeing Jaz, her casual and long-time girlfriend.

Jaz was Clare’s best friend and first lesbian sex partner; their relationship is still there and going strong today, but both have just reached a point where they need to explore their sexuality further.

By the summer of 1987, Clare had become bored with college and education. Just like Sarah, she wanted to get out into the world and get a job. However, a fortuitous piece of career guidance from Mr Perkins, the mathematics department's head, brought about a transformation. Perhaps influenced by my presence and my recommendation to return to college, Clare re-examined her career path and life goals.

Clare currently has a well-paid and local summer job working in a factory. There was also the offer of a permanent position should she choose not to return to education. However, with a little advice from me and a lot of thought, she decided to go back to college and study A-level maths, a subject she was excellent at. However, to meet the minimum college hours required for further free education, she chose to also attend a basic management accounting course.

As I drove to Clare’s, unbeknown to me, she was telling her mom, Ruth, that she was going to do one more year at college—a math A-level. Clare also explained that she was exempted from the first year because of her existing qualifications. She also told her mum that she would then look to go on to an accountancy course, hopefully with sponsorship from a local company.

Although I was unaware at the time, this was precisely what her mum wanted to hear, and during their discussion, I received some credit for persuading Clare to make this correct decision.

This last part only happened as I pulled up outside Clare’s, the time being six-fifteen pm on Thursday evening.

*****

I found myself a little anxious as I pushed the doorbell button. After all, I was going to meet Clare’s mum for the first time, and I may only be a friend...

But I was also very guilty of fucking her daughter behind her boyfriend's back! 

Clare opened the door with a smile but no kiss, and I realised that Clare, and therefore I, needed to be on our best behaviour!

“It's good to see you, David; come in and meet my mum. My dad is out back and may pop in a little later.”

Clare’s words felt a little staged, but in some ways, this first parent meeting was always going to be like the first act of a play.

Clare showed me down the hall, past the stairs to our left and into the kitchen at the back of the house. It overlooked a fairly long back garden, and I could see Clare’s father, who I knew was called John, at the bottom of it, guarding a small bonfire. At that moment, I heard a noise behind me as someone came down the stairs; it was Clare’s mum.

As she entered the kitchen, I was somewhat taken aback by the beautiful young woman who stood before me. I knew she must be Clare’s mum as I had seen her once before, but then it was from a distance. However, she was so much younger than I remembered. She didn’t even look to be in her mid-thirties. All I could think of was that she must have had Clare at a very early age.

I also now understood where Clare got her beauty from, though the hair colour and eyes were completely different. As Clare’s mum was blonde, with blue eyes. While Clare's hair was a mixture of brown and red with a few natural blonde streaks, her eyes were chocolate brown.

“Hi, I am Clare’s friend, David,” I quickly said, before sticking out my hand for a handshake.

She shook my hand and said in quick succession, “I am Ruth, Clare’s mum. Thank you for dropping in. I wanted to meet you.”

Then she quickly added, as if by instinct, “I put the kettle on.”

I looked over towards Clare. She was smiling at me. It was probably obvious to her that I had been a little caught out by her mum’s age and beauty, but I also felt more confident as I sensed that Ruth was actually a little more nervous than I.

As the kettle and cups were prepared, I looked over at Ruth. I noticed she was about Clare’s height and had a slender figure. She was also wearing jeans and a smart red blouse, but as much as I wanted to, I would rather not get caught ogling her. So my eyes went back to Clare. For me, this meeting was all about giving Ruth confidence in me.  

“I guess you do not know anything about me,” I said, thinking it was better to get the conversation moving. I always preferred to lead any discussions that were important to me.

I noticed Ruth had looked around at me, so I continued…

“I live in (my hometown) with my parents, though I will have my own place soon.”

That was news to Clare, but she stayed silent, though she smiled.

“I am twenty-two and work in engineering, though we have sort of met once before. It was four years ago (on my local beach). That is where Clare and I first met; perhaps you remember me from then?”

Ruth looked back at me blankly. I knew it was unlikely she would remember that fleeting meeting, especially as we only looked at one another from some distance and didn’t speak.

“Sorry, I do not remember,” Ruth genuinely replied as she busied herself making the tea.

“To be honest, Clare’s not said much about you at all other than you met in Majorca and that you lived in (my hometown), but I wanted to meet you, as you seemed to be seeing a lot of my daughter lately.”

I kept a neutral face, and if Clare blushed at that comment, she hid it well, as I was seeing a lot of her daughter.

Ruth poured the tea, and John popped in to say “Hello” and, perhaps more importantly, grab a cup of tea. We shook hands before he disappeared back to his bonfire. He was taller than Ruth, had broad shoulders, and seemed very pleasant and relaxed, and perhaps most importantly, he did not seem to mind my presence at all.

As we drank our tea, Ruth and I chatted while Clare just looked on. As she did so, I got the distinct impression that she just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, and if I was honest, so did I.

I knew that there was one thing Ruth wanted to ask me, but she was far too polite to do so. That was. What were my future intentions with Clare?

Even if Ruth had directly asked me that question, I was not too sure what I could say. After all, Clare had a boyfriend. From my perspective, it would have been simpler to simply state that we were friends, but I harboured a suspicion that if Ruth delved deeper, she would soon discover that we were more than just friends.

I knew that we were giving out plenty of clues to Ruth just by sitting there, clues that were shouting out that we were way more than just friends.

The last part of our chat was a little bit comical, and maybe our play had just become a farce. Ruth grabbed an obviously preplaced photo album to show me its contents; it was very much to Clare’s embarrassment.

She thumbed through the photos showing Clare at many different ages. This I did find very amusing, especially the not-so-flattering photos of her when she looked and dressed more like a boy than a girl. You certainly had a hard job seeing how she came to be the beautiful, sexy woman that she is today.

When I looked up, I could not help but smile at Clare. She was cringing with every turn of the page, and from then on, mainly for my self-preservation, I tried my best not to comment or even smile at her photos. Though I need to say, there were plenty of gems that deserved my humour.

Eventually, we came to a page that I am sure was the real reason this family album came out. Two photos of Clare with a man who I guess was Alan. In the first one, they were arm in arm, and in the other, they were snuggled up together on a park bench. 

Ruth said, “And this is Clare with her boyfriend, Alan.”

Ruth paused. I knew she was waiting for a reaction from me, but the truth was that I was feeling conflicted. Seeing Clare with Alan had started giving me an erection, and I thought, 'That certainly was not the sort of reaction Ruth was looking for!'

For some reason in my makeup, I found seeing Clare with another man somewhat sexually exciting.

It was my deepest sexual secret, the thought of seeing my girlfriend(s) flirting or being with another man or woman, and it now seemed entirely possible that this might happen. However, as I sat there in Ruth’s kitchen, I was still not sure if I actually wanted that to happen.

Ruth turned to the next page, and there were more pictures of Clare and Alan. My cock was now fully erect, though hidden beneath the table. Then Ruth went on again about Alan being her boyfriend, and I thought I better say something.

“I've never met Alan, but I know he is Clare’s boyfriend,” I muttered.

That, as far as I was concerned, was all I needed to say. I appreciate that, as Clare’s mother, all Ruth was trying to do was her best to protect her daughter, and I also knew that Clare was not the easiest daughter to bring up!

However, the way I looked at it was. If she was that worried, why not just talk to Clare? I did hope that they had that sort of relationship, and I made a point to ask Clare later.

Thankfully the photograph album was put away, and my cock went back to its normal flaccid self. Clare dashed off to get ready for us to go out, leaving me with Ruth. There was a small pregnant pause in the conversation, but then we began to chat about small things. It was lovely and not awkward at all.

It was just before Clare came back down from her bedroom that Ruth turned towards me and then thanked me for helping persuade Clare to go back to college.

I just smiled, and I am ashamed to say I took all of Ruth’s thanks and credit that I could get, as I felt anything that kept me on the right side of Clare’s mum could only be a good thing!

I also need to add that when I told Clare later that evening, she was not impressed at all; her reaction, which I found funny, left me with a sore arm after another Clare nudge.

We said our goodbyes and left for the evening, Clare promising she would not be home too late.

While I was pleased that I had met Clare’s family, I also thought the time was near when Clare needed to sit down and chat with her mum. It was something she could not put off forever. She needed to tell her about Alan, her sexuality, and, above all… us!

*****

Later that evening, Clare and I sat outside a seaside pub called “The Captain’s Retreat.” Our seats came with a nice view of the sandy beach and the little huts that lined it.

I asked Clare, “What was the meeting with your mum really about?” Though I thought I knew why.

Clare thought for a short while and said, “My mum was just trying to protect me, maybe protect Alan’s interest in me. As you may have guessed, my mum and I do not have the sort of relationship where I can discuss personal things with her.”

“She will always say no, object, or find fault. She has never encouraged me to do things I want to do. Part of it, I think, is because I am the oldest, and she is not adapting as fast as I am to my growing up.”

I smiled and spoke before Clare had time to react.

“That will change, Clare. Maybe starting and having a private chat with Mum will help her see that you have become an adult. It is part of that growing-up lifecycle. You have things you need to discuss with her, and not just about Alan and us, whether you are really bisexual or even gay. It is far better that your mum should hear about it from you than she finds out later from a stranger.”

I knew, as I said these things, I was trying to be wise, but the truth was I was being hypercritical, as I had no intention of telling my parents about Clare.

“Yes, I know you are right. It’s just finding the right moment, but I will tell her very soon, as I do want to phone Brenda later or tomorrow and arrange a meeting at a neutral place. As per your suggestion, David, I was thinking of a coffee shop at the big shopping centre near where I live.”

Clare then quickly changed the conversation subject by asking…

“What was that about you getting a place?” I smiled, as she did not want to discuss herself.

“I’ll answer that in a minute, but I need to ask you something. Your dad seemed very chilled about me being there this evening. He did not ask me a single question. Does he not like Alan?”

It was Clare’s turn to smile.

“It is not that. He likes Alan, but he leaves everything to my mum when it comes to me and my sister. He accepts Alan but has only met him a couple of times, and if pressed, I suggest he thinks I am old enough to make my own choices in life. I know he is there if I need him, and actually, I think he will be okay when I tell him that I am gay. It will be my mum who takes it badly.”

“So you are going to tell your parents you are gay, not bisexual?” I asked, surprised, thinking Clare was certainly complicated.

“I think so, as it will make our meeting up easier. Knowing my mum, I think you will be encouraged to visit and take me out. She will try to adopt you and support you in your new job role to turn me straight again.”

I laughed but didn’t really see her point. However, Clare knew her mum much better than I did.

Clare then added, somewhat poignantly. “If I tell people that I am gay, it will also help Sarah, as her presence will not be questioned when we all go out together, and I do hope that is soon.”

This got me thinking… It was obvious that Clare had put a lot of thought into this, though I sensed she wanted to be with me. However, I cannot help thinking that she swings more towards being a lesbian than she has so far let on to me.

Then one more, slightly random thought crossed my mind: "Clare was a little devious," and it dawned on me that I would need to be prepared if we ever argued.

“Clare, I am not sure I like what you’re thinking. It might work, but I find myself needing to ask you something again. Would you clarify your sexuality? I know you told me on Monday, but now I find myself questioning what you said."

Clare stared into her pint of cider as she contemplated how to respond to me.

“I am not sure there is an easy answer to that, David, as I do not know myself, and I do not like labels. But for now, I say I am bisexual, and in the immediate future, I am keen to explore the gay side of my sexuality, as I never had the chance to do that before. But I cannot discount sleeping with an occasional man, as I do like cock, and plenty of it!”

We both chuckled before Clare asked, “Have you mentioned any of this to Sarah?”

“No,” I replied, “I am leaving all personal discussions to both of you to tell each other. I have said the same thing to Sarah as well."

I then changed the conversation to answer Clare’s earlier question about looking to rent a place of my own. I told Clare that even though I had not yet mentioned it to Sarah, I was thinking of renting a place for twelve months before buying something in a year or so's time.

All I have done currently is register with a letting agent, but I am hoping to find something near where I worked in the next month. My last words about the flat were…

“When I rent it, I will give you a key, and you can use it as part of your safety net.” I had meant it, but though Clare grinned, it also brought the second nudge of the night from her.

I also mentioned that I had decided to stop playing football on weekends just so the three of us would have more time together to bond and get to know one another. I then went on to talk about Sarah, as Clare normally did not ask about her, but tonight it was important that I let her know about Tuesday’s conversation.

“So she is accepting me,” Clare said once I had finished. 

“I think so,” I cautiously replied. “Though she has not seen your photo yet, I hope to show it tomorrow. That is, if the film has been developed, and I will get one of hers for you.”

“Topless, I hope,” Clare then said in jest.

I just laughed and then used one of Sarah’s stock replies, “We see.”

“So you want to share both your girlfriends with others?” Clare asked.

That was a loaded question and one I couldn’t yet answer.

“I don’t know, possibly,” I honestly replied.

“I did mention to Sarah on Tuesday that if we stayed together as a three, I would treat you both the same. That means I had to admit to her that she would be free to have sex with others.”

Clare looked at me, “You did that for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered in return, though I knew some of it was for me.

I did find the thought hot and exciting, but in practice? I wasn’t so sure.

With Clare, I had little choice. She was setting her own rules. But for Sarah, it was different; however intoxicating the idea of sharing could be, I couldn't help thinking that whatever I said, she would probably want to be treated exactly the same as Clare.

Clare warmly smiled at me. She could see me thinking. “You know you are already sharing me with Alan.”

I shrugged, having temporarily forgotten about that, but I then reminded her that it was something that I had inherited when she became my girlfriend, and I hoped that his time was coming to an end.

Clare then asked a leading question that had also been on my mind.

“Does Sarah want to be shared like I want to be, and will you be okay if she is shared?”

“As for Sarah,” I replied.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I knew that I should not say too much, as I felt I had done enough damage to our relationship, and Sarah had asked for more time.

“I do not know if she wants to be shared. You need to remember that a month ago, it was just the two of us, but now I believe she is starting to accept you, Clare. However, at the moment, it is no more than that.

As for being shared. She did not say no when I mentioned it. All she said was to give me time to think about it. So I guess it's another, 'We see.”

Clare smiled and then nudged me. She knew I had deliberately used the “We see” term. Clare’s second question was more difficult for me to answer, but I tried...

“I think I will be okay with sharing Sarah, provided the circumstances are right,” though as I said this, I was not too sure what conditions would be appropriate. In my mind, there was an excitement in the idea. However, if it ever came to reality, I had no clue how I would feel. 

It seemed to me that there was a large difference in sharing your girlfriend with another man rather than with a woman. I knew that if Sarah expressed a desire for sharing, it would almost certainly involve another man. It was something I was still trying to get my head around.

With this still whirling around in my mind, I then said. “I feel it would be good if all three of us got together next weekend and discussed whether this idea can work. What do you think, Clare?”

“I have always been happy to meet Sarah, but really it is I who is the third wheel here. It is I who am asking Sarah to share you with me, and it is I who am asking to be allowed to experiment with women and have a lesbian relationship with one. So I am already getting a lot.

You said Sarah does not know that I am bisexual?”

“She does not know that. She only knows the basic things about you. I wanted everything else to come from both of you to each other, as I do not want to share something you are uncomfortable with, and that works both ways.

However, I hope that once we officially become a threesome, there will be no secrets between us.

“Are you free Saturday week?” I asked.

“I thought I could arrange for the three of us to have a day together and get to know one another a little more. If this is going to work, we need to start somewhere.”

“I make sure I am free, but does Sarah want to meet me?”

“I think so,” I replied.

Clare smiled and then asked me, “What will we be doing?”

“I have no idea, but I’ll give you more details nearer the time.”

 We fell into a more general conversation, and it had just gone nine when I said to Clare…

“Do you want to phone Brenda tonight or wait a little longer?”

*****

To make the phone call, I drove Clare to a telephone box in a nice, quiet area. Well away from the holiday hustle and bustle of the English Channel coast.

“Do you know where you want to have this meeting and what you are going to say?” I asked Clare.

“Yes, I just want to have a coffee with her on Saturday morning. I was thinking of the big shopping centre near where I live.”

I nodded. It was a good choice, as it was public. So I said, “Sounds like a good neutral place.”

“Do you know what you want from the meeting?” I then asked. Clare smiled. I got the impression she had given this meeting plenty of thought.

“Yes, I want to come away from the meeting with a clear head, knowing whether I am going to explore my bisexuality more. I do feel Brenda is exactly the type of woman I am attracted to. She is older and more dominant. She calls herself a bull dyke, but she still has plenty of feminine qualities. Brenda is not all muscle, tattoos and manliness.

That I can get from men!”

I could not help but laugh when Clare said the last part, and I then found myself explaining to Clare why I was laughing.

“Sorry,” I said. “I just now see myself needing to bulk up and get a few tattoos to satisfy your manly requirements.” Clare smiled too, then leaned in and kissed me before declaring.

“You never know; you might just have to do exactly that!"

I smiled, but I could never see myself with tattoos.

As Clare began to exit the car and head towards the phone box, holding Benda’s telephone number in her hand, I asked, “Do you want me to come in with you?”

That made Clare laugh!

“And do what exactly?”

“I think I can handle this task myself,” Clare added with a smile.

I shut up and then watched Clare’s tight bottom contained in her snug denim jeans as she confidently strolled across the street towards the phone box. I could only think once again how hot and sexy she looked. I just hoped that she didn’t turn out to be a lesbian.

As I watched her make the phone call, I started to reflect a little as to what type of relationship I wanted with Clare and with Sarah. Whatever happened, I knew it would be an exciting one. But did I want to share both of them with other men?

It was a question I found hard to answer, but it was one I kept pondering.

The one thing I did know was that to keep Clare, I would need to allow her some sexual freedom. Give her more independence than I initially wanted to give her. But at the moment, I couldn’t see any other way to keep her as my girlfriend. Clare was setting our rules, and I seemed to be just following them.

However, with Sarah, it was very different. I felt that maybe in the short term, she would accept being in a monogamous relationship with me. But I sensed, in doing so, that she would soon grow jealous of Clare’s sexual freedom and start to resent her as well as me.

I realised that it would be better to offer Sarah sexual liberty now, even if she did not need or want it. Although I had cheated with Clare, I didn’t want to risk later discovering that Sarah had also cheated on me; that was something I believed I would struggle to accept.

What I wanted was to have a close, open relationship with each other in a pairing of three. Maybe it was possible, but only with some still-to-be-written rules. I knew, above all, that excellent communication between the three of us would be needed, and I just hoped that both girls felt the same way.

Ten minutes later, Clare returned from the phone box. She was smiling, and I knew the call had gone well. When she got in, I asked her, but all she would say was they had a date set for Saturday morning, ten o’clock, at the coffee shop.

We then kissed, and as we did so, I slipped my hand inside the front of her jeans. I wanted to know, and Clare did not try to stop me as my fingers slipped through her thick pubic hair on the way to finding a very wet and hungry pussy. I liked to think that it was me who had that effect on her, but I knew it was the call with Brenda. I wondered what was exactly said, though for certain, whatever it was had got Clare aroused.

“Obviously that call went better than you expected,” I said as I gently fingered her pussy. Clare loosened her jeans and then spread her still-clothed legs. I quickened my finger's movement as I worked Clare to a quick climax, her pussy juice soaking into her knickers and jeans.”

“I needed that,” is all Clare said as she zipped up her now quite damp denim jeans. I kissed her again and pulled her hand towards my jean-clad hard cock.

“I need something too,” I managed to say to her. My mind was now firmly fixed on having sex with Clare, but we needed to find a place less exposed. Clare directed me to a spot not so far from where she lived.

“This is where I came with Brenda last Friday. It's quiet, and we should not be disturbed, but you need to be careful; I'm getting close to my most fertile time. Do not cum in me.”

I confirmed that I would not and that I would wear a condom, though I did add, “This time.”

Although it was almost dark, some light from a nearby industrial estate still illuminated the area. I said, “Let’s get out,” and I led Clare to the front of my car, the engine still warm under the bonnet. I then turned her around so she faced the car. Her hands warmed as she rested them on the car bonnet. I carefully undid her jeans and pulled them and her knickers down until they rested around her ankles.

Clare pushed her ass out. She was ready for sex, and she was ready to cheat again on Alan. She seemed to have completely forgotten about her other boyfriend.

I could feel this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be fucked hard while bent over my car bonnet, enjoying the extra thrill of the risk of being caught.

I carefully unzipped myself and released my rapidly hardening cock. I did not bother to lower my trousers; I only wanted Clare naked. I slipped my finger along Clare’s hairy and very wet pussy slit until I reached her brown hole. I wanted to fuck her there, not today, but Clare did not know that. I ran my now wet finger around her anus before going back to her pussy and gently fingering her.

With my other hand, I tugged a couple of times on my cock to achieve full hardness, then pulled back the foreskin and rolled on a condom. I again moved my fingers away from her waiting dripping pussy and back to her rosebud, carefully slipping the now wet index finger into her arsehole but only to the first knuckle joint.

Clare moaned; this experience was not new to her, I thought.

I slowly worked the finger around just to get Clare used to it. Clare stayed silent, and then she moaned as my finger slid a little deeper into her ass. She liked this, and I realised this as she pushed back a little, trying to work my finger in a little deeper.

I rested my condom-covered cock against Clare’s wet pussy entrance; she seemed to wiggle and try to draw my cock into her. I waited. I wanted to tease, to carry on fingering just her ass. Another moan escaped Clare’s lips. It sounded like she was in heat, waiting for her release, her cum, but I teased and worked her puckered brown hole.

I was tempted to fuck her ass, to sink my cock into that tempting rear hole. I deeply wanted to explore that pleasure with Clare, as it was now obvious to me that she was no stranger to anal sex.

A “Please...” burbled from Clare’s mouth.

She was not going to be denied, and in one long, slow thrust, I sank my seven-and-a-half inches right into her cunt. She was so wet and open that there was no issue with me burying my cock to its hilt; that one motion was enough to make her moan and cum again.

My finger was still working her arsehole. I started to fuck Clare with long, steady strokes, keeping my index finger deep in her ass, trying to work it in and out in time with my cock.

Clare moaned, “Ohh Yesss… Ohhh… Harder.”

She was getting close to that large orgasm her body now craved. I picked up the pace and carried on moving my index finger a little in and out of her arsehole. Clare was starting to cum and making noises that anyone close to us would have heard, but we were beyond caring.

We were in our own world of lust.

“Ohhh my GAAAWWWDDD,” Clare screamed, though it came out in a muffled sound as she was biting her sleeve.

There was a genuine risk of detection. It was risky, but also exciting for Clare. I could hear her pussy juices splashing onto my cock. There was little resistance. I liked that, as I moved at pace in and out of her. My finger was still buried deep in her ass.

This was dirty, risky sex, and I noted that Clare was no stranger to this. I just knew she had done this type of thing before, maybe even in this very place. I also realised that I was now fucking her in order to establish my manhood over her. It was hot, raw and dangerous sex. Clare tried to be quiet, but it was not possible; slap, slap, slap as he pounded her pussy from the rear and finger-fucked her ass.

“Does Alan fuck you like this?” I suddenly gasped. The question had come from my mouth, but also from nowhere, as I had said what I was thinking. I then more consciously added.

“Does he fuck you hard from the rear when people may be watching?”

I then lied and said, “You have an audience, wanking over your hot, sexy body.”

“Ohhhh, fuccckkkkkkkkkkkkk,” Clare moaned, none too quietly. That comment had pushed her right over the edge.

Clare’s body had gone into spasms. Her pussy now clamping hard down on my cock, I simultaneously pushed my finger right up her bum as Clare’s orgasm overtook her body and caused my cock to erupt into the condom.

Our spasms continued as we both came down together from one joyous fuck, which ended up with us collapsing together onto the car bonnet.

“Wow” is all Clare said, as we cuddled up together, having carefully removed my cock with its intact condom from her. Our bodies were both somewhat sweaty, but now fully satisfied.

We cleaned up and put our clothes back on, and then Clare looked at me. She was smiling, and then she said those magic words, the ones I had not yet heard.

“I love you, David.”

I cuddled her and grinned back, “I love you, too, Clare.”

It was our moment, and we both knew it represented a special connection between us, that unseen force of love and attraction. It was a force that had us locked in each other’s arms.

Later, while we cuddled in the car, I reminded Clare again that Alan needed to wear a condom from that point forward because if she got pregnant, I wanted to be sure the baby was mine.

Then, I once again said, “I am now your boyfriend, not Alan. I am just sharing you with him.” I had said these exact words before to Clare, but this time I was being serious.

I didn't want Clare to fall pregnant, and certainly not with someone else fathering the child. I once again reminded my girlfriend that it was time to go on the pill.

The truth was, I just was not sure I could bring up another man’s baby, even with Clare.

In my mind, I was now her man, and it was time to let Alan go, and I told Clare so.

“Yes, I know,” is all Clare said to my reminder, but I had a feeling that Clare had already made up her mind about Alan. She was going to leave him, but perhaps she was waiting to meet Sarah first; after all, Clare had been very clear that she needed a safety net.

I had also been clear. I was not going to leave Sarah. I loved her, and as far as I was concerned, it would have to be her leaving me for us to break up as a couple.

It was all a little bit heavy; we were here to have fun, so I said something else that I had learned that evening, and it was not that Clare loved me.

“At least we have established one thing tonight,” I said with a grin.

Clare looked at me.

“You definitely like it up the bum,” and with that comment, I started chuckling despite a large nudge from Clare.

However, eventually, Clare joined in and did not even attempt to deny it. That night, we had both established that we both liked and perhaps craved anal sex.

We made love once more that evening. It was slow but passionate sex in the car’s passenger seat, and once again I ended up cumming in a condom, deep in Clare’s now well-used pussy. We had needed that second bout of mating. It was to reaffirm our love for each other.

Where would our freshly seeded relationships go?

That we did not know.

However, we were still learning and uncertain, but one thing I did now realise – both my girls loved me!

I dropped Clare off at eleven-thirty, much later than I expected, but still before her midnight “no questions asked” curfew.

After one long kiss, I said, “I’ll call you tomorrow evening at six-thirty pm, and perhaps we could see each other Sunday. If not, it will be Monday.”

“I like that,” Clare said with a smile, and with that, she walked to her house. Once again, with a wet mark between her legs that reached halfway up her backside. I guessed this was becoming the norm, returning her home well fucked and still damp between the legs.

Then with a final wave, Clare disappeared behind her front door.

She was home safely.

Author's Note: - All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+. ©2022 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.