“Oh my god! You cheeky bitches!” Jim whispered under his breath to his fiancée Helen, as she danced with her new best friend, Clara, winding Jim up, pretending to kiss her.

Jim was frustrated, in every sense of the word. He’d had a horrendous day, after waking up at 5 am, his alarm cutting him off from a wonderfully exciting dream. The details had all long floated out of his memory, but he’d awoken with a clear picture burned into his consciousness of cradling Helen’s head in his hand, as she’d just begun swirling her tongue around his dick. Waking up horny and with a raging hard-on, he’d hoped to be able to coax Helen into a bit of early morning fun, but they both knew the clock was against them.

After a few minutes of kissing, and a few more minutes with their hands in each other’s pants, they knew they simply didn’t have time. Reluctantly they both agreed it would have to wait and Jim had been left with no choice but to tuck his erection into his jeans for the day and do his best to get on with things.

A few hours later, sat at Heathrow airport the couple had bumped into Clara, in the waiting area for their flight to Gran Canaria. That was a wonderful treat, but it didn’t help matters, because Clara was, to be blunt, absolutely fucking gorgeous. Jim knew it, Helen knew it, and they could both tell that they both thought so. A sexy, tight dark brown bob and sparkling green eyes tried to steal the show from the curves and smooth lines of the rest of her body, hidden beneath a tight, woollen black sweater and a cute tartan skirt that clung to her delicate slinky hips.

It was definitely the wrong day to have been woken up from an erotic dream that Jim desperately wished he could remember more clearly.

Jim was remembering all of this as the voice on the other end of the phone interrupted his daydreaming.

“Mr Barnes… hello… are you there?”

“Yes, sorry, I’m here. Of course.” Jim snapped his attention back to the dreary man from his travel insurance company.

The claims handler was reading out every single word of the statement that Jim had given to the police. It was boring and only added to his frustration, especially as he was trying his best to pay attention while Helen and Clara were getting tipsy on their second bottle of the Prosecco that room service had brought them. Giggling like teenagers, they were doing their best to distract him, which seemed like the only real fun available to them.

“I’ve already given you all the facts and my account of what happened. There were three of us, we were at the airport. The other two were using the cash machine while I looked for a taxi. A car stopped, a guy ran out, shoved me over, threw all of our suitcases in the back of his car and sped off. It happened very quickly and there was really nothing I could do.”

The claims handler sounded unconvinced and disinclined to trust the account. He fired into a lengthy round of questions about the car, the man and any other details he could possibly glean.

Jim did his best to answer them all, while his bored fiancée Helen messed around trying to entertain herself and distract him. She made a playful show of squeezing her arms together and bulging her cleavage out of her dressing gown, leaning painfully close to Jim. Stuck on the corded hotel room phone, he had no escape.

Even Jim could see that the story he was giving to the insurance company got a bit confusing when it came to Clara.

“We’re not travelling together. We met on the plane, and we got chatting. We all hit it off so we decided to share our taxi together.”

Hearing Jim say, “We hit it off together,” Clara paused and threw him a cheeky smirk, pursing her lips and covering them with her fingers, as if he’d said something naughty.

“You hear that, Helen? Jim says we hit it off!” Clara fanned her face with her hand as if the very thought got her heated. This was textbook cheeky flirting and everyone knew it. Clara was shameless. “Is he trying to make you jealous?”

Jim shifted, as he was sat up against the headboard of their massive queen-sized bed, finding himself obliged to reposition his eight-thousandth hardon of the day. Arousal briefly had Jim dismissing the risk that the insurance company were going to consider their chance meeting too much of a coincidence, with Clara just happening to be insured with the same company.

“Well, I’d say he’s right!” Helen purred back, just as teasing and every bit as sexy. With her glass of Prosecco held up to her lips, she slowly stroked a palm up Jim’s thigh. “We do all seem to have a bit of a connection.”

This was all rather unlike her, but she wasn’t going to deny, she felt completely caught up in something. Being so far from home, the fizz, the robes, and being here with this new, beautiful friend. It all had her feeling consequence-free. Something about Clara just sizzled with fun, and Helen felt like she was accessing a part of herself she hadn’t explored in far too long.

Helen pressed her cheek against Clara’s, as they both looked at Jim. “But, I think that’s just his cute way of saying he fancies you.” Jim’s eyes opened wide, doing his best to feign disbelief as his fiancée grabbed his crotch roughly over his jeans, encouraging his erection along. “We both know he could hardly keep his eyes off you on the plane.”

“Seriously, you two are so bad!” Covering the mouthpiece, Jim’s whispered words said bad, but his eyes said something completely different.

Jim’s voice flipped back to business. “Yes, that’s right. Clara Osbourne, that’s her name. Yes, she’s staying in our hotel now, at least until this is sorted out. You can contact her, but you will need to use my phone number. Why? I’ve already explained all this. Because the thieves took Clara’s handbag, so she’s got nothing. No phone, no papers, nothing. Well, just her purse. Luckily for her, she had that in her hand to use the cash machine.”

Clara pulled a sad pouty-looking face, making soft eyes at Jim, reacting to the sad account of their suffering. Helen joined in and pouted too. She pulled Clara into a hug, pressing her head to her chest as she stroked her hair.

“Ohhh poor little Clara, come here,” Helen whispered, hamming up the whole thing sarcastically.

“I know! That bad man. He even took all my clothes.” Another cheeky childish gasp as she looked down at herself and opened up her robe just a little, revealing her naked cleavage and then exposing a bare thigh. She knew she had the room’s attention now, and she was loving it, catwalking like a lingerie model.

“Um, sorry… I missed that,” Jim stammered slightly. “Could you repeat the question?” Jim frowned at the ladies, trying to look stern, and totally failing.

Helen chuckled and felt a flush of excitement, as the warm tingle of her body told the story of how this game was starting out to step up a notch.

“Don’t cry now, Clara. I’ll lend you my clothes,” Helen whispered as she played at comforting her.

“Oh, you angel! That’s too kind.” Clara gazed into her eyes as their pantomime carried on, puckering up her lips exaggeratedly before planting a smushy wet kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, hang on! What am I saying?” Helen looked down at herself, her front pressed against Clara’s. “How silly, I don’t have any clothes either!”

“Huuhh?” Clara gasped childishly, encouraging Helen on, who peeled herself away just slightly from Clara’s grasp, and opened her gown enough to peek down it, just as Clara had done. “Oh myyy!” Clara practically threw her head back, in a nearly silent fit of laughter. “You’re right! You’ve not got anything on either, Helen!”

“Whatever will Jim say?” The ladies pressed their fronts together and made pouty faces at Jim, who looked both aroused and tortured in equal measure. Both these drunk silly women were completely committed to this game, still playing under the premise that they were simply trying to distract Jim. And he was unable to take his eyes off it, but desperately tried to give the telephone call enough attention.

Jim’s voice grew a little more severe, “Ok. So you’ve got the list of all the stolen items, and you’ve got the details of what happened. What happens now?”

The response was longer and more involved than Jim had hoped. The guy rattled on for a while, saying something about referring it to a manager… high-value claim… non-standard, blah blah.

Jim watched almost breathless as his fiancée opened up her robe fully, still facing Clara with her front out of Jim’s view. Both women looked down together, opening their mouths in wide childish gasps. Then crashing into a fit of giggles, they hugged again, their bare bodies pressing back together as they looked at Jim.

All Jim had really managed to take in was that he was going to be put on hold for a while. Again.

“Okay. Fine. Whatever.” Jim sighed exasperated, but also glad to know for a while he wouldn’t have to pay too much attention. The hold music filled his ear and he leaned his head back against the headboard with a tired sigh.

“Sorry, ladies. This is going to take a while still,” he whispered, the phone tucked under his chin as he listened, waiting for a human voice to come back on the line.

They laughed warmly, “Well, don’t worry about us, my love. We’ll just have to have our own fun. I just hope it’s not too distracting for you,” Helen purred, still wrapped around her new friend, playfully twirling Clara’s hair in her finger, before slowly stroking her hand the whole way down her body, gliding slowly over the curve of her breast, down to her waist before settling with a squeeze on her bottom.

Jim let out a heavy long breath through pursed lips and resisted the urge to touch himself.

“And did you tell them that we have no clothes?” Clara winked at him, pulling open the sides of Helen’s robe to expose her breasts to him, without breaking their hold. Jim felt literal pain at the tease. He had been longing for those breasts all day, and they knew it.

Jim looked down at his own body, with raised eyebrows. He was still wearing his clothes from the same day. “We’ve got some clothes you know. You weren’t naked when we met, I seem to remember. And I would definitely remember!” Tom winked and grinned at her.

“True, but after all that stress, you can’t blame me for needing a shower! And anyway, I need to wear those clothes again tomorrow to go shopping. Silly man!” Clara smirked as she sweet-talked at him.

“Yeah, silly. That’s why we’re both naked! And it’s why you should be keeping those clothes clean too.” A wicked smile grew across Helen’s face, as she looked into Clara’s eyes. “Don’t you think so too Clara? Silly Jim needs to save those clothes for tomorrow.”

“Oh definitely! I can’t believe he’s still wearing them.”

“Hello. Yes. Hi.” Jim was snapped back to the phone again as someone jumped on the line. He heard just enough to catch that they were the Head of the Claims Department. Jim knew this bit was important and he had to focus on the call for a moment. He reconfirmed his name, and date of birth. The person already had his account, the police statement and all the information he had given. He then had a further round of more in-depth questions, clearly intended to catch Jim out, on the assumption he had been telling lies.

The women smiled at each other, knowing they had lost his attention for a moment. Helen knew in that moment, with total certainty, this was going to be a crazy night as she began to dance slowly and generally flirt and enjoy her embrace with Clara. This was the kind of thing that Jim had openly dreamed and talked about. Countless times they’d got themselves worked up to a feverish point, either texting or chatting about fantasies of a threesome. Jim would get so hard whenever Helen even joked about finding a woman attractive, and she knew she was always in for a particularly intense fucking when they chatted through any kind of threesome scenario. And now as fortune had it, it was Helen who was making it happen and in charge of it. Her nipples peaked, every bit of her flesh alive and sensitised in her growing arousal.

She found Clara exquisitely beautiful, and for some reason from the first moment Tom had nudged her elbow and flashed his eyebrows at Clara, Helen had liked and trusted her. It struck her that it couldn’t have worked out better. Every moment with her so far had been fun, relaxed and easy. Her stomach fluttered a little, but looking to Clara’s eyes she knew they were nerves of anticipation, not hesitation. She wanted this. She wanted to kiss her, and touch her, and be touched by her. And she wanted all of it and more for Jim too.

“Come… come…” Helen took Clara’s hand and took the few short paces, encouraging Clara to sit down on the side of the bed, next to Jim, where she stretched out slightly, propped up on one elbow and turned towards him. Helen hopped over him and knelt up on the bed beside her man, leaving Jim flanked by them. He was powerless, stuck between the love of his life and this exquisite, almost-stranger, and undeniably painfully aroused.

Jim was giving short, one-word answers to questions, while his eyes followed everything the ladies did. His fiancée, with her eyes fixed on his, ran her hands up his thighs and slowly over his crotch. His stiff cock twitched as she did it, and both ladies smiled as she began slowly undoing his belt. Everything was slow as if testing how far Jim would let her go before reacting, although deep down, she knew Jim was never going to put any kind of stop to this, and she didn’t want him to. With his belt and flies undone, Helen shot Clara a wicked glance, biting her bottom lip, a flash of her eyebrows telling her partner in crime everything she needed to know.

“Um, yes… that’s all correct,” Jim answered the guy on the phone. “The car was a blue saloon, it looked old. I didn’t see the brand, sorry.” His voice wavered a little as he felt the women pulling his trousers down. They were past his knees and gone in no time.

“He’s certainly doing well, bless him,” Clara whispered. They were using hushed tones to avoid being heard on the phone, but it was adding a cheeky, sensual atmosphere to the whole moment that wasn’t lost on any of them. She let the sides of her robe fall open again, just enough to tease Jim with a little cleavage, but stopping just before exposing her nipples. Jim couldn’t help but be reminded of how Clara had clambered past him, getting from the window seat to the aisle during their flight, seemingly taking her time as she leaned her perfect round breasts towards his face. They’d already shared a couple of drinks and a lot of chat about Clara’s new single status, and her flirtation had been unmistakable. Jim had shamelessly ogled her, just before Helen gave him a playful swat on the arm, and then followed Clara’s arse with her own eyes, the whole way down the aisle.

“Mr Barnes. Hello…” the voice on the phone sounded out.

“Sorry, yes, I’m here,” Jim snapped back, as his fiancée took Clara’s hand in her own, and curled their new friend’s fingers over the bulge of his cock, through his boxer shorts. And suddenly, in response to something he’d clearly heard on the phone, Jim’s patience was lost. His voice and tone suddenly changed. “With every respect, I’ve told you all of this now, several times. I’ve had a very long, hard day, and I'm fed up with getting this run-around, so you’ll just have to forgive me if I don’t sound as attentive as you’d like.”

Clara reared up slightly, and raised her eyebrows with a smile at Jim’s forceful, assertive tone, humming in warm satisfaction through her plump lips. “Mmm. Very long, and so very hard.” The ladies chuckled to each other, both of their hands wrapping around his cock, gently urging his thighs apart a little further.

Tim carried on, his frustration still very evident. “I’ve been on this phone for well over forty-five minutes, getting passed around from pillar to post, trying to make myself understood by people who seem to have assumed that I’m lying. We’ve paid our premiums, we’ve been victims of a robbery, we've been to the police and we’re now stuck abroad, having lost all of our possessions so I expect you to stop messing me about and tell me how you’re going to make it right, before I put a call to my friend James Wren, at your head office in Houston!”

It was a totally empty threat, but it really worked. Jim had met James Wren, the senior Global Vice President for claims at a conference a couple of times. He also knew James would probably have no idea who he was and would almost definitely do nothing to help here. But the guy on the phone knew the name and it was enough to scare the hell out of him. Anyone who was on first-name terms with James Wren probably had enough power and influence to have him fired in a heartbeat.

And it worked for Clara too. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled herself in close. She gave a warm breathy sigh that told everyone just how much Jim’s little outburst had surprised and pleased her. Her fingers tightened their clench on his cock, twisting and clutching over its smooth ridges and she was suddenly burning with desire for him. This whole tease was fun but it was getting as heavy for her now as it was for everyone and she wanted to act on it.

Knowing she couldn’t kiss him the way she wanted. Instead, she turned her focus to Helen, who was reclined next to Jim, her fingers stroking his chest. A similar fire burned in her eyes. Leaning right over him, her breasts crushing against Jim’s broad chest and practically lying on top of him, she pressed her lips forcefully to Helen’s. Their first real kiss, starting and growing only inches before Jim’s face, rocked both Jim's and Helen’s worlds. His cock quivered and his heart danced in his chest, as the two ladies’ bodies flanked his, their hands flowing over his flesh, back and fore, as he watched their tongues search each other out and intertwine.

“That’s much better, thank you.” Jim seemed to have the upper hand, at least on the phone. “So, you’ve had the contents list. Each of the three suitcases is worth around £800 with contents. And you have Clara’s handbag, including contents worth around £200, plus her phone.”

Covering the mouthpiece with his hand, Jim whispered again, “Jesus, ladies! You’re fucking killing me here!”

Clara pulled back and knelt up again. “Oh, poor Jim.” She reached out for Jim’s spare hand, sliding it onto Helen’s body and curling it up over her breast. Keeping her own hand on top of it, they clasped and kneaded it together. Her eyes shone and it was clear she had no real sympathy for him at all. The ladies slowly and teasingly unbuttoned his shirt, the fronts of each of their robes now hanging completely loose.

There was a pause, during which both women felt the heat of his eyes, glued to them and their entwined bodies until Jim’s tone changed.

“Ok, that’s great, thank you!” Jim finally sounded positive and relieved. The ladies broke their kiss and moved their ears in close.

“I’ll need you to just hold a little longer, and I’ll get confirmation on how we’ll be able to help. This may take a few minutes, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. Please hold,” they overheard, before the line was filled with piped classical hold music.

Jim moved the phone away and whispered again, “All approved. Just waiting to find out when we’ll get the cash and stuff.” Jim tried to control himself, his tense abs flexing as Clara’s fingernails were snaking down his abdomen, into the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Jim looked into Helen’s glowing, wide eyes, his fingers still clenching her tit, clinging to it, staking his claim to the only role available in this scenario. Clara’s lips pressed softly to Jim’s neck. His chest rose and then fell, breathing out through the tightly clenched lips of a man straining to hold himself together. Helen could really think of nothing but how wet and horny she had become. She hungrily yanked at the waistband of his underwear as she pulled them down, followed by Clara kissing a trail down his abdomen.

The two women both visibly reacted to the sight of Jim’s bare penis, each settling on the bed on either side of it. Helen’s eyes darted between looking at it, and looking into Clara’s eyes, as she came to terms with the reality of it being there, right between the two of them. They exchanged a loaded glance and a silent permission before Clara, propped up on an elbow beside him, swirled her tongue over the head, and then delicately sucked it between her lips. Helen had always imagined this might be the rough part, the idea of sharing Jim in this way. Giving up the one part of him that is exclusively hers. She’d expected jealousy or some kind of last-second regret but right now, she felt nothing of the sort. All she could think about was the yearning wetness that was growing between her legs that flared as she watched Clara’s tongue flicker over him. It surprised her just how much she wanted every bit of this, and so much more.

Jim’s face was the picture of elation. His cheeks reddened and his eyes opened wide, the hotel phone still pressed annoyingly to his ear, as Helen took in the shared moment, stroking and kissing his thighs. It broke his heart to have to do it but eventually, he had to whisper, "Ok, easy now, Clara!" She slowly pulled away and passed his cock back to its rightful owner. Helen moved herself between Jim’s legs and thought about climbing onto his dick right then. Their eyes met and they spoke silently, as all great couples can. He was getting dangerously close to losing control and they both knew they couldn’t, however desperately he might want her to. It was all fun, but it was risky too. His eyes were as full of regret as hers, but they both knew this could all still go very wrong if the insurance company didn’t pay their claim.

Helen pouted teasingly, like a sulky toddler, but then smiled a wide knowing grin, letting go of Jim’s cock as she shrugged and turned to her new friend instead. She looked like someone who had just remembered she had an opened tub of ice cream in the freezer as she pulled Clara up to her knees and wrapped an arm around her neck. Their eyes burned into Jim’s as she pressed her whole breasts flat against Clara’s.

“Well,” Clara purred. “We’re just going to have to cope on our own for a bit longer.” Jim’s eyes practically burst out of their sockets as Clara peeled off Helen’s robe, stripping her naked and began to roam her hands over her body. Both of their eyes stayed locked on Jim’s as Clara kissed the side of her neck, squeezing her nipples and palming her pert tits. Jim literally watched the shudder that travelled through his girlfriend, ending in an open-mouthed sigh and the flutter of her eyelids. He’d never seen anything so captivating and so beautiful, as he fought to remember that he was still holding the phone. His cock stood proudly between them all, and they all saw it rise and tremble as Clara’s fingers floated brazenly down his girlfriend’s abdomen and disappeared from his view between her legs. Helen’s eyes half closed, and her mouth opened into a circle of pleasure, telling Jim exactly where Clara’s fingers were landing. For him, seeing Clara finally claim the ground between his girlfriend’s thighs was an indescribably sexy picture he would want to hold onto for the rest of his life. He beamed his warmest smile into Clara’s eyes but gave a warning drop of his eyebrows. Don’t make her cum yet, his clear message.

In Jim’s ear, he heard a new voice on the phone. “Hello, Mr Barnes. We’ve had authorisation to get this processed, we’re just going to have to run a few last checks with the airline and the hotel and get your final statement recorded. This won’t take too long how.”

Jim was about to about to complain, as his fiancée fell forward onto her hands draped over his chest, which was more than distracting enough to take the fight out of him.

“Fine. Would really be nice to get this over with, I’ve got a lot to be getting stuck into.” He said calmly, winking at his girlfriend.

It was Clara who returned his wink, raise her hand from between Helen’s thighs and licking her fingers before whispering, “We all know what you want to get stuck into.”

He watched Helen’s face light up again as Clara’s fingers fell back to their new home, inside his girlfriend’s pussy.

Things were really heating up for the girls as Clara grabbed Helen’s hips and rolled her onto her back, laying her next to where Jim was sitting on the bed. Her eyes shone as she laid back, her thighs instinctively falling open. As naturally as anything in the world, he stroked his girlfriend’s hair, then her breast, reluctantly unable to participate more fully. Clara reared up, leaning over Helen and whipping her own robe off. Jim paused and swallowed for a moment, as for the second time in only a few minutes he felt sure that that was the sexiest and most beautiful scene he’d ever witnessed. Finally, they were all fully naked.

“So, Mr Barnes, sorry to ask you this again, but for the sake of the audio recording, please can you give us one last clear account of the incident, starting from when you boarded the plane.”

“You’ve got to be joking me? This is insane!” Jim challenged, angrily.

Clara looked at him with a fire in her eyes as she reacted warmly once again to his terse tone. She bore down, sucking more ardently on Helen’s breasts, squeezing them together in her hands and pulling at her nipples with her teeth. The two of them were looking at him, stranded between pleasure and playfulness. Helen grabbed his cock again and resting her head on his hip, brought her mouth to the side of it.

“You can do it, sweetheart. I love you,” she whispered as she pressed light kisses up and down the side of his shaft.

He took a deep, calming breath and began.

“Okay. I got the flight this morning, with my fiancée, Helen. When we were on the flight, a very beautiful young woman ended up sat next to us. Her name was Clara. Clara Osbourne.” Clara smiled at him, crawling backwards and down Helen’s body, flashing him a wicked smile and blowing him a kiss before delving her tongue into Helen’s folds. Jim closed his eyes a moment and took a moment of silence before he was ready to continue. “We got chatting and became friends. She and my fiancée seemed to get on like a house on fire. We were all headed to Gran Canaria, so we decided to share a taxi to our hotels. Mostly so we could spend more time together.”

Clara smiled at Jim again, as Helen’s eyes began to roll and hood over with lust.

“When we were at the airport in Gran Canaria, we were looking for a taxi. We’d dawdled a bit, chatting, and we'd been among the last to get off so most people had gone, and so had most of the taxis. I was waiting by the taxi rank and the girls went off to get some cash from the machine, and they left all the bags with me. It wasn’t far, I could see them both the whole time.”

Clara raised her head and knew it was time to pause, or she would be sending Helen straight over the edge. She hurriedly began to climb back up her friend’s body, climbing from abdomen to breasts, to reignite their kiss. All as poor Jim desperately tried to hold his own.

“Suddenly, a car drew up, a guy jumped out, shoved me really hard so I fell over. By the time I’d got up, he’d taken all three suitcases. I guess I may have been distracted for a few seconds, keeping an eye on what the ladies were up to together.”

The girls giggled again, and Clara carried on climbing up Helen’s prostrated body. Helen’s kisses fell from breast to stomach and willingly on downwards, knowing where Clara was headed. Jim drew in a sudden breath as he watched the love of his life dip her mouth between the thighs of a woman for the first time ever, as she lowered herself onto Helen’s eagerly waiting mouth.

“The guy was gone in a flash. It was all very emotional. A pretty crazy, intense experience, for us all. And since then, Clara’s stuck with us and came to our hotel and we’re keeping each other company, and helping her get over the ordeal.”

Clara sighed, now knelt up on top of Helen’s mouth, right beside Jim. He almost wanted to cry with desire, reaching out and stroking the skin of her upper arm with his finger tips, as if reassuring himself she really was real, and right there. Transfixed, he watched her lean over and press her hand to Helen’s pussy, fingers sliding over her clit, pulling a warm deep moan from her.

Jim was dying. Dying to touch himself, dying to touch them and get involved. It was the most teasing and erotic moment he could possibly imagine, and he was still yet to really experience any of it for himself.

“Great, Mr Barnes. Thank you. The statement is recorded. We have all the details and the checks have all been run. We’ll have to funds with you by the morning.” Jim didn’t need any more. He knelt up, his erection aiming out into the room like a lighthouse beam.

“So that’s it? All done?” he fired off, staccato, as both ladies smiled with joy.

“Yes. All done. Thanks for your patience Mr…”

Jim had hung up. He leapt between Helen’s thighs and had himself buried inside her in less than a second, as her thighs clasped around him. The two ladies each gave a loud cheer, which morphed straight into the heavy moans of their orgasms, as Clara threw her arms around him and sunk her mouth onto his, finally igniting their first kiss, heated wild and desperate. Jim’s hands claimed Clara at last, while they fucked his girlfriend, spread out between them.