Getting ready

You finish showering and towel yourself dry, smiling as you hear the moaning from the adjacent bedroom. You step out of the bathroom to see the three women have changed positions, but are still enamoured of each other, sucking and licking and moaning and writhing in an erotic tangle of feminine flesh. Your cock starts to stir at the sight, but you remind yourself of the pleasures to come in the evening ahead and you restrain yourself from joining in. Instead, you start to dress, putting on your tuxedo and tying the black bow tie around your collar.

You're just putting the finishing touches on your appearance when the moaning reaches a crescendo, Laurel's voice screaming in orgasmic pleasure, with Meghan and Elena joining her in a chorus of sexual release. You smile at the tangle of women, and noticing you for the first time, they react in different but entirely predictable ways. Laurel looks at you with a lazy, decadent grin as she strokes Elena's tawny body, who in turn looks at you with wanton, inviting lust, while Meghan blushes deeply and drops her face, looking at you over the curve of Laurel's thigh.

"Such restraint John," Laurel purrs. "Normally you jump right in to something like this."

"Normally. But I'm a bit pressed for time. It's going to be a busy night."

"Mmmmmm, you wicked man. I wish I was coming along to see it. You know how I love that kind of thing."

"I know you're a hedonistic libertine who is totally focussed on her sexual pleasures."

"That's why you love me and keep me you brute," she grins, putting her face up to be kissed. You devour her mouth, tasting Elena's pussy on her tongue as she purrs and writhes at your touch. The other two, not to be left out, raise their heads towards you, Meghan with an attitude of submissive worship you find most delightful. You remind yourself to take care of all three of these overheated women later.

Kissing them all deeply, you say good night and head downstairs, your phone chiming as you do to let you know the limo has arrived.