Another beach towel ruffles up next to me, settling on the sand. Michael sits beside me."I came to apologise too. Neither of us behaved well today. And my behaviour was worse. I knew that how James reacted wasn´t right, but I let him do it anyway because I was jealous too."My Master continues, "Next time you meet Haswell, just do what any sane woman would do: be polite and remember that he´s a married man.""Who, incidentally," says Michael, "has a reputation for adoring his wife; worships the ground she walks on apparently..."I nod, unspeaking."It´s late," says my Master. "Come back to bed?""In a while." I stare out to sea, not looking at either of them. After a few minutes´ awkward silence, they both return to the house.What am I doing here?What kind of woman sets up with two men? Tries to make a threesome work?Perhaps I should go... I could make an early start on next year´s college work...Quietly, I go back to the house, pack my laptop and a few other e

I settle in. After a few days, I feel well enough to read and do a little work. The room is so pleasant. Lying in bed, looking out of the window, at the sky and the jade green sea, with no sound but the surf and the gulls... I had forgotten how beautiful this place is.Textbooks piled on the bed, laptop to one side, I work my way through preparations for the next year.There is a knock at the door."Come in."James enters with a tray. "Coffee?""I´d love some. Thank you.""May I sit with you for a while?""I´d like that.""Where´s Michael?""Not sure. He´ll not be far away. He never goes out of earshot of you.""Are you and he alright?"He speaks slowly, choosing his words. "Recent events have... strained... our friendship. I´m hoping that he will be less angry with me as time goes on." He sits on the edge of the bed, sipping from a mug, idly scanning my heap of books. Then he looks more closely, picking up one after another, going through the titles."These

I need an excuse to visit the City, but without the company of my two Lovers. How to detach myself from them without arousing their suspicions? Indeed, how to get there? The only car here is my Master´s. I don´t quite want to ask if I can borrow it without him. He is bound to ask why.My excuse is provided for me."I have to go into the City tomorrow." announces my Master. "But I´ll be there and back in a day. Either of you want to come? Change of air?""Not me," says Michael, "I´m quite happy here. Everything´s running fine back at the Centre, and I´d rather listen to waves and gulls, than traffic.""I´ll come, Master. I want to do some shopping: a couple of new tee-shirts and stuff. And I´ll pick up some groceries too."He swallows it whole."Fine. Perfect. We´ll set off early."I drive, dropping my Master off at the Haswell Building for his meeting. "What time should I pick you up?""I´ll send you a message when I think we´re going to wrap up. Just check your phone e

Under the shade of a palm tree, hot sun, scalding the sky to a white shimmer, sends reflections blindingly across the pool. Michael, suckling at my nipple, cupping the breast in one hand, is playing havoc with my clit with the fingers of the other.Lying on a couple of beach towels, with just enough breeze to make the hot air bearable, I came out to lie in the shade. My Golden Lover arrived minutes later with a bottle of oil in his hand and the devil in his eyes."You´ll burn if you lay out like that, skin like yours. Let me oil you over.""I´m in the shade."He sucks his lips. "Let me put it another way. I would like to oil you over..." His grin is wicked. I can´t miss his meaning."Don´t think we need this, do we?" he says, reaching around me to unfasten my bikini top. Lying back, I stretch like a cat, arms over my head, displaying myself for him. Sunlight gilding his blond hair, bleached now almost to white against his deep summer tan, he grins, teeth very white against

Standing very close to me, holding me tight at waist and shoulder, the flogger in his hand trailing tails down the naked skin of my back, my Master inhales. "Ah, there´s my girl. Wet already. You smell wonderful."My hips, pressed tight against his, feeling his erection hard against me, quiver at his words. He backs away from me, with that non-smiling smile of his, allowing the leather tresses to trail over my shoulder as he moves.The faces beyond, pale against the darkness, seem mesmerised by the performance. There is not a sound, only the gaze of a hundred eyes on me.Michael, stepping behind, curves his arms around me, running hands over the flatness of my stomach, up through the curve of hip and waist, over the roundness of my heavy breasts. The eyes follow his every movement, as he displays me to them.The beautiful dress sparkles and shimmers as it ripples under his hands before, fingers rising to the nape of my neck, he unbuttons the halter; the two tiny buttons which a