The month I waited was a long one. Each night with my boyfriend I would fantasise about what had happened and I eventually told him the day before she was due back.

"You did what?" I thought he was going to explode, but slowly a smile crept on his face. I had always promised him a threesome but we always had trouble finding a female who was willing to oblige. I saw the movement between his legs as I described in detail the way I had run my tongue over her moist folds, pushing away her panties and snuffling deeper into that soft paradise.

I stopped talking and he looked at me as I knelt between his legs and slowly slipped my hands into his boxers. Taking his erect penis into my mouth he sat back and replayed my story in his head.

The next day I went to work as normal, as giddy as a schoolgirl at the prospect Jasmine would be out tonight. I sat at my desk bored as usual, watching over the others with disinterest. Sarah, with her short red skirt and sheer black stockings, was flirting with the managing director again; tossing her baby blonde hair over her exposed shoulders talking about the prospects of an office party this year. I continued my typing flicking my eyes up every so often to see if she was wearing any panties today. It was common knowledge that she would turn up to work wearing nothing under the tight skirts, with the embarrassment of VPL and all.

To my favour she wasn’t and as she bent over to put away this months banking sheets I saw the folds of her pussy moist and inviting. I put my eyes back to my work thinking of maybe the prospect of having her and Jasmine. I shook that from my mind...don’t be greedy!!

Work finished and as I was walking towards the bus stop Sarah caught my arm.

"You coming to my party tonight?”

"Er.. No thanks.. I have other plans. Meeting Jasmine at the local, her flight back was today."

"Oh" She replied a sly smile crossed her ruby lips. She walked off to her car, unexpectedly slapping my ass on the way. I stood there gobsmacked.

I knew my boyfriend wouldn't be home as he was working nights, and the following day would be my day off, so I dressed to kill; my tight black dress, the sort where any man would ask you: How on earth do you get into that? And I would reply: Buy me a glass of champagne and I'll let you know in a couple of hours. I wore no underwear, it was totally impossible in this dress, and doing my make up dark and smouldering. It was time for a change.

I got to the bar and waited in my usual seat, I felt two hands on my shoulders. I looked to the left - it was Jasmine. She wore a tight leopard print top along with a matching skirt.

After a few drinks Jasmine suggested a private party she knew was happening where anything could happen. I could feel my thighs moisten with the thought and slightly intoxicated I agreed. Arriving at a house I was surprised to be greeted by Sarah who ushered us in excitedly. She was wearing an emerald green kimono and bare feet.

“I've just finished with the rest of my guests sso we have complete privacy.”

Then Jasmine reached in and kissed Sarah passionately. A mixture of jealousy and desire knotted in my gut as I watched their clinch. I moved into the lounge and sat on the leather sofa looking at a medium sized chest in the middle of the floor. Curiosity took the better of me and I knelt in front of it and opened it. Inside was a dazzling array of sexual aids. I wondered quite what was going to happen next...