I lay there, my head feeling too heavy to move. Yet I dared not open my eyes until I remembered what happened last night. I sniffed; there was a strong urine smell, and I stank of it. However, I didn’t understand why, as the bed was dry.

The cogs moved as my fog-filled brain started to tick, and with effort, I opened one eye. There was light filtering around the edges of the curtain, and I wondered what time it was. I moved, and I realised there was no duvet over me. It seemed to have gone missing in the night.

With a little effort, my second eye joined the first as I opened it, and I realised I could hear shallow, rhythmic breathing. There was another warm body lying next to me.

With a slow mechanical turn of my head, ginger locks of hair appeared before me. It was Karen. Her naked body stretched out; she was still sleeping peacefully.

“Fuck,” I thought as I lifted my pounding head, my bladder suddenly reminding me that it was there.

With all the energy I could currently muster, I staggered to the ensuite bathroom, noticing on the way how wet the floor was. I muttered, and another choice swear word escaped my mouth as I used the toilet.

Memories of last night started to bubble into my mind.

"Had I just fucked Karen?" I questioned, unsure.

The shower removed the smell from my skin. It also helps ping new memories into my aching brain. As the warm water cascaded over me, I remember the raft floating, a seagull squawking, and someone pissing over me—it was Karen!

“Fucking fuck,” I thought, as a series of waves of reality hit me.

I had sex with Karen! We didn’t use any protection! I might have gotten her pregnant!

With those thoughts still whirling in my head, I shave and drink a glass of water to ease the dryness in my mouth.

I become more alive.

Thoughts of the night came back to me... Clare, Sarah, and the black cat lady... Karen and Tarzan—oh god, Tarzan... That was me!

Feeling somewhat refreshed, I step back into the bedroom, and the stench of stale urine hits me again. There was a large puddle in the middle of the floor.

Karen was still asleep, and I took in her naked body, her white skin, and her perky boobs. Then I glanced between her legs and saw all the evidence I needed to see—the crusty, dried semen all around her bald pussy.

There was no doubt that Karen and I had sex, and worse, I had ejaculated into her without protection. Casting my rebuilt mind back to last night, I remember us fucking, how I thought she was Kirsty, and perhaps strangely, how the lack of pubic hair had bothered me... It wasn’t my fault that Kirsty and Karen looked so much alike!

How can I explain what happened to Clare?

How am I going to tell Sarah that I didn’t use a condom and that I might have gotten Karen pregnant?

With trepidation, I quietly put my clothes on. However, my gaze was never far away from Karen’s angelic, sleeping body. After all, she was gorgeous, and part of me understood why I gave in to temptation, despite knowing that I should have been protecting Karen instead of fucking her.

I had to tell Clare. Even if Karen wasn't pregnant and she would rather not tell her girlfriend what happened, there was no way I could keep this a secret.

With one last look at her naked body, I picked up the duvet and covered her. As I did so, I wondered if I would ever see her nude again.

Skirting the puddle, I left her to her dreams as I tiptoed out of the room and sought another glass of fresh water.

The kitchen was tidy; it told me that someone was up. There was a box of paracetamol on the side, so I helped myself to two and washed them down with a glass of water.

I felt a lot better. It was only then that I saw Clare. Dressed, she was sitting alone in the sunken settee area.

With a deep breath, I walked towards her, knowing it was time to confess my crime. Clare looked up as I got closer, and I saw that she had been crying. She was desperately trying to wipe away her tears.

“Fuck, she knows!” I thought.

With each step, the realisation grew: I would have to take my punishment and beg Clare's forgiveness. After all, she only asked me to do one thing: look after Karen—not fuck her!

As I moved closer, I could see she was looking at her friendship ring, turning it on her finger. She didn’t say anything, and I pulled Clare up. I wrapped my arms around her and thought, “One last hug… before she breaks up with me.”

As we cuddled, Clare cried on my shoulder. This is so unlike her, and then she tried to break away from me, but I held her tight. She was not going to leave me that easily, I thought, as images of the night flashed through my mind.

“I am sorry,” Clare sobbed, “I did not mean to!”

Stepping back, I looked at her and thought, “Shouldn’t it be me confessing?”

It now sounded like we both needed to say something to each other.

I hugged her and whispered, “We need to talk, as I have an apology to make to you.”

My feelings for Clare were running raw. I didn’t know what to say, and I certainly didn’t want to finish with her—whatever she had done. All I wanted was for us all to be happy.

A happy three.

We sat down together. It was the first time that I could look at her, stare into those chocolate-brown eyes, and touch her soul. It was evident that she had been crying for some time.

I wanted to cry with her, but I did my best to stay strong, and I softly asked, “Is anyone else up?”

“Yes, Paula… I have also briefly seen Brenda.”

“Where is Sarah?”

“Brenda is with her... She is very upset.”

“With me?” I questioned, not knowing what I had done to upset her.

We had an open arrangement. Maybe she knew I hadn’t used a condom? I racked my mind; I was sure there was nothing else that I had done that would upset her.

“Partly,” Clare said. “But I think it is more than that, though she will need to explain, as I do not know the full story either.”

“It sounds like we all need to talk,” I guiltily suggested.

It was only then that I looked at the clock; it read eleven am. I hadn’t realised it was so late.

Brenda and Sarah appeared. My girlfriend was only dressed in a dressing gown, and I took her into my arms. She too had been crying, though I had no idea why.

I kissed her before saying, “Happy New Year!”

Apparently, that was precisely the wrong thing to say, as Sarah just burst into tears once again.

Clare joined us in a three-way hug.

Brenda, watching on, declared, "My dears, I go and put the kettle on. It looks like you three need to fucking talk to one another.”

She disappeared to her kitchen. Brenda’s motherly action was so unlike her normal one. However, there was one thing that was clear to me: she cared about us. She was giving us space and time to reconnect, though I just hoped that things would turn out okay.

*****

A few minutes later, we were all sitting in a tight huddle with a cup of tea. We had all decided to share our stories from last night, hoping they would help us reconnect our three-way relationship.

Sarah wanted to go first, and I said it would be best if I went last, knowing my story might finish my relationship with Clare... and maybe even Sarah.

Here are our sorry tales…

Sarah’s story…

“As you both know, last night I came here looking to have some fun and hopefully find a potential playmate to replace Liz. I thought I had found her when Lena approached me. She was the black lady dressed in the tight ‘Black Cat’ costume with the yellow collar that had 1988 on it.”

“I remember her,” I injected, not wanting to mention that I had been watching them.

Sarah glanced at me and then continued…

“She’s a former model and knows Brenda and Paula through the fashion industry. When we got talking, I became fascinated by her backstory. However, it was Lena's dominant manner that attracted me. It was the way she made it obvious that her interest in me extended beyond a single night and that she was looking for a girlfriend.

Lena lives on her own in South London, and I was surprised to hear that she has a long-term boyfriend. He is based in the Gulf and works in the petrochemical field. She told me that he knows her sexual preference was for girls, particularly white girls with blonde hair—just like me.”

Sarah faintly smiled. It was the first time that she had shown any happiness since she had joined us.

“I enjoyed her assertiveness, and there was certainly a physical attraction between us, even if, in her appearance, she was very different from Liz.

After dancing, we went to the chill-out area and talked. Then when midnight came, we started to kiss. However, I felt a little hesitant because it was the first time enjoying another woman’s company surrounded by people who might know me.”

“You mean being openly bisexual,” I said.

“Yes, David. While it is liberating to have finally come out of the closet to friends that I am bisexual, it is very new to me. It was Liz who told me to be true to myself, and when she said it, she was telling me not to hide my sexuality.

However, please remember being out in public is still new to me.”

Clare and I said we understood.

So we were making out. Lena seemed pleased that I wore stockings, and I had no objection to her hands roaming my body even with people watching. We continued to kiss, and then she said that she wanted to taste me; however, she suggested, first, a cigarette.

We went out onto the balcony, and I smoked one of Lena’s herbal cigarettes with her. She told me that it would help me relax.”

“A joint?” I questioned.

“It looked like a normal cigarette, David. However, Lena told me it also contained a herbal ingredient, which would help take any edge off. She wasn’t wrong.”

“It was a joint, Sarah,” Clare stated; it was the first time she had spoken.

“Well, maybe it was, though it looked the same. But it did taste a little mellow.

Anyway, it helped me relax, and soon we were making out again on the balcony. Perhaps a few people were watching us, but I now didn't care. We stood there kissing while I let Lena finger me, and it wasn’t long before I came.”

I kept quiet and didn’t mention to Sarah that it had been me watching her.

“Lena wanted to take it further, and so did I, especially when she told me that she wished she had her strap-on with her. Lena said that next time she was going to fuck me with it. You both know that I prefer slightly dominant, attractive ladies who like to wear one.”

“Next time?” I questioned, knowing the rest.

"She gave me her number, David, and I gave her yours, as I can’t give my parents. Anyway, we ended up in the blue bedroom. By then, we were so into each other that we forgot about the door position, and we left it how it was, open and pinned back.”

Clare quietly said, “You know an open door means people can join in.”

“I forgot,” Sarah replied guardedly.

“It wasn’t long before we were completely naked, even my stockings, though I put back on my anklet as I knew that was our rule.”

“Like wearing a condom,” I thought.

“Lena and I liked what we saw, and it wasn’t long before we were between each other’s legs. As I explored Lena's pussy with my tongue and fingers, I found myself immersed in my little world.

The dark skin and the bright pink contrasted so perfectly. Her taste felt exotic, and it wasn’t long before I came and then rode that river of cardinal bliss. I believe it was just as much about tasting Lena as it was about what she was doing to me that made me cum so much.

With us having cum several times, she climbed between my spread legs. It was only then that a condom-covered cock appeared in front of me. I know that I should have pushed it away. But Lena was sending such wonderful sensations through my pussy. So, I just opened my mouth, and I took him inside.

When I looked up, I wasn’t surprised to see the young, fit barman at the end of it. He was the guy who eyed me up like a piece of meat when I walked across the dance floor with you, David.

From there it was a bit of a blur. A second condom-covered cock appeared. This one was larger and owned by the “Master of Ceremonies,” and I started to suck on that one too. It felt like the natural thing to do to let these two unknown men use my body for their pleasure.

Lena brought me to another climax, and as she did, I challenged myself to bring the two men off just using my mouth. It was all consensual. I went in there wanting Lena but ended up with three almost unknown people pleasuring my body. I loved it, but the enjoyment also worried me.

I was suddenly their sex toy.

Honestly, David, when I went into the room, I was only interested in Lena. But it just seemed to get out of hand. You know how I like to be penetrated when I cum.”

Sarah seemed to be getting upset. Until now she had been calm reciting her story, but the tears were beginning to flow again. She looked at me, her eyes telling their own story. My heart told me I needed to help her, as after all, potentially getting Clare’s girlfriend pregnant was worse than anything Sarah could say!

“I know they fucked you, as I saw part of it happening when I walked by,” I recited, perhaps more coldly than I meant to. Before more warmly saying, “It was me who closed the door to stop any more guests from enjoying your body. As I assumed, that is what you wanted.”

Sarah coolly stared at me. “You must believe me; I was only interested in Lena. It seemed that one thing led to another.”

Hearing her plea, I thought maybe I was being a little too hard on my girlfriend. I was even questioning whether she had broken our open relationship agreement, though we both knew what she had done was wrong.

So I relented, “I believe you… Would you like to finish your story first and then listen to Clare’s and mine?

Sarah’s face seemed to soften, and she continued. “I can’t remember exactly what happened. At some point, Lena sat on my face and came when my tongue probed her anus. After that, she got off me and went back down on my pussy. Once again, I was left sucking their cocks, and I came again.

Lena kissed me and said she would phone me. I never saw her leave, as by then two men were fucking me, one at each end. They often swapped, and I got a distinct feeling that they had done this sort of thing before, as they certainly knew what they were doing. Especially as they kept telling me that I was their slut.

As I lay there being used, I realised that they were right; I had become their slut.

Did you see that, David?”

“Sarah, I was going to stop it, tug the barman off you, but I wasn’t sure that’s what you wanted. Karen held onto me and said not to make a scene.” I was being defensive. I then truthfully added, “I know when you masturbate, you like both your holes filled… It is something you have told me that you like.”

Sarah stared at me like I had said something wrong.

“I compromised, as that is when I shut the door completely. Honestly, Sarah, I didn’t know what you wanted.”

“Well, I didn’t mind them fucking me repeatedly, because that is what they did!

Oh! … And if you want details, they both fucked my ass too! That is where the barman finished, cumming in his condom while buried deep in my bowels. At the same time, the older guy had his big cock in my pussy. Yes, it was just like Crete, except you weren’t there!”

I felt the rage within me; this was cheating. But I also knew Sarah had been wearing the anklet, and when she did, it meant we had an open relationship. The greater issue was that we had not talked and discussed what we wanted from our relationship.

“Look, Sarah, we can talk through this…”

She cut me off, “There's more, David, and this is the bit I'm struggling with.

Afterwards, I didn’t put my clothes back on, and I chose to walk back to the pink bedroom naked. I was going to cuddle with you, David, maybe fuck you while I was still horny, and then tell you everything in the morning.

When I got there, you were with Karen, both naked and passed out. It was obvious that you both had sex, but I could not blame you. We had our agreement.”

I glanced at Clare; her look told me she didn’t know!

“There are mitigating circumstances,” I stated, interrupting Sarah. "We will talk in a minute; let’s let Sarah finish.

Is there any more?” I questioned while looking at Sarah.

She nodded.

“When I saw you passed out, I thought I would just go and curl up with you and maybe even cuddle. But the floor was wet, and the whole room stank of urine. It looked like one of you pissed yourselves, so I thought I would just go back to the blue bedroom and get my clothes. Perhaps sleep there, as it was already getting very late and the party was all but over.

When I got back to the blue bedroom, a woman and a man approached me. They were originally dressed as Hansel and Gretel, but they were now all but naked. He introduced himself as Brian and his wife as Jill. They were a good-looking couple, and we all went into the blue bedroom as we talked. Brian gave me a card for a club in the city, and he wondered if I would be interested.”

Sarah showed us the card; it was the same as the one I had for “Club Eden.” I glanced at Clare. She had a glazed look on her face. It was as though she was reflecting on something.

“As we stood and talked, Jill came up behind me and started playing with my breasts. She was rubbing against me and acting a little aggressively. Jill got my blood flowing, and my pussy came alive as we kissed, her fingers soon probing me. I started to explore her body too, my fingers finding her wet sex.

It was at this point that I looked at Brian. He was tall and handsome, maybe mid-thirties, and quite athletic. I couldn't help but look at his semi-hard cock, and I noticed he was well-endowed. I think it was at that point my pussy moistened, and I knew we were going to fuck.

I turned around as Jill and I continued to kiss, and she climbed onto the bed. My mouth was soon between her spread thighs, my tongue both exploring and tasting her.

Like me, she was a true blonde, and she told me that I was not the first girl to go down on her that night. Her pussy was deliciously wet, so ready for my tongue, and I started to lick her towards her first orgasm with me.

As I did this, I felt Brian behind me, his cock lined up with my slit. I don't understand why I did it, as I know it was wrong, David, but I asked him not to wear a condom. I wanted to feel his cum in me. He asked if I had been tested, and of course, I said no, not knowing what he was referring to.

He told me that he would be using a condom then, as he didn’t know where sluts like me had been.

I was shocked, not by the words, but by the fact that I nearly came when I heard them. I then realised Brian was going to be my fifth sexual partner of the day. My body was now almost begging for him to thrust his cock inside me, and when he did, I squirted.

It was the way the couple used me, Brian’s long, deep strokes making me cum and cum, while my face was buried in Jill’s sodden cunt. I was so ashamed that I got off, so much at being used.”

I sat there listening, annoyed with Sarah, but maybe more frustrated with myself.

“There isn’t anything else to say. Brian fucked me until he came in his condom. Jill and I played, and I brought her off with my mouth, and we used our fingers for one last orgasm. She stretched my pussy; it was gaping open; I felt like a tart, yet I was so turned on.

As they left, Brian announced, 'This one has the makings of a whore, so phone us.' They were their final words to me.

After their departure, I ensured the blue bedroom door remained securely shut. I just crawled onto the bed, pulled the duvet up, and curled into a ball. It was then that I started to cry. I felt cheap. I felt used. I felt like a whore, but most of all… I just really needed a cuddle.”

Sarah weakly smiled and asked, “Can I have a cuddle now?”

I wrapped my arm around her, still grasping my feelings of anger and irritation. Could I forgive her? But maybe I had done something worse.

I had a confession to make. Could our three-way relationship survive?

Did I want to go from having two girlfriends to having none?

“I am sorry, I wasn’t there for you, Sarah,” I muttered, knowing in my heart I didn’t want to lose her.

Yet, in my head, it felt like something had changed. We had unlocked something that had always been there. It was Pandora’s Box all over again. I knew Sarah wanted to increase the number of sexual partners she had, and yet, I had not intervened to stop her.

Clare came up and cuddled us both before asking Sarah, “Are you okay now?”

“Yes, it was not David’s fault, as I should have stopped what happened. The truth is, I enjoyed the fact that I had five sexual partners in one night. That is only two less than I had in the rest of my life.”

“Two?” Clare questioned, knowing Sarah’s sexual history.

“Yes, Clare, two. There was a third person I slept with in Crete, which I kept from you as I did it for money.”

As Sarah spoke those candid words, I could feel Clare’s eyes boring into me like it was my fault.

Maybe it had been, and I put my head down partly because of shame as I remembered that night and the pleasure I eventually got from it. I knew Clare thought I should be protecting Sarah, that she thought she was different from her.

It seemed that I was not that good when it came to protecting girls.

With my head once again hurting, I looked down at my ring of three. It suddenly felt heavy, dull, and loose. It would be easy to take off.

But today I was going to stand my ground, whatever Clare might say to me.

However, Sarah was not quite finished. “Clare, that was not David’s fault, as on reflection, I enjoyed the experience. You have done things similar, maybe not for money…”

My eyes flashed up to Clare. I never knew anything about this… It must have happened during what she called her dark six months, the first half of this year. I only knew about the beginning, John, and the ending, the arrogant Rob. But that was it; the four sexual partners in between remained a mystery.

There were sobs from Sarah but only silence between me and Clare as we stared at each other.

It was only broken when I suggested, “I better check on Karen, unless you want to, Clare.” I knew this, like everything I was going to say, was dangerous ground with my second girlfriend.

But today was different; I was going to be that alpha man once again. Make some decisions.

“I better go; I don’t want you fucking her again,” Clare somewhat tartly remarked.

Yet I didn’t care. The line had been drawn. If I had my chance again, I was going to fuck Karen, and this time, hopefully, remember it!

I knew Sarah, who I was still cuddling, would not mind, and yet as Clare walked across the empty dance floor, my eyes tracked her. The desire for her was still strongly there.

A few moments later, Clare returned, her mood a little brighter.

“She is still asleep, but the room stinks. What did you do to her last night, David?”

I did not answer, as it was not my turn to go.

Sarah seemed to come around; her crying had stopped some time ago. She then said, “Clare, it is your turn to tell your last night's story.”

On hearing Sarah's words, Clare just froze…

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