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It had been a hell of a night out, Eliza thought as she pressed her head to Oscar’s shoulder. He had walked her to the door of her apartment building, and pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to her temple, and they looked at each other for a very long time before he walked back to the metered car that Sally sat in waiting for him.

Eliza smiled at the doorman, and closed her eyes as she stepped into the elevator that he had held for her. She got off on her floor, and walked into their apartment and was pretty sure that Rafe would be asleep…or not..

She took off her dress—which was redolent of alcohol because Sally had spilled her drink on her. Sally had had a lot to drink, and she had been a little out of control…Her soft apology included her kissing Eliza’s knees, after she dabbed at her damp waist.

But Oscar knew what to do with Sally to soothe her, knew how to be with her that calmed her down and made her almost docile beside him. She a good little girl beside him, and he was not condescending about it. He just knew what to do that made her soften.

Much like Rafe knew how to calm Eliza without a word when she tumbled into bed, in her semi alcohol-soaked underwear, and he embraced her. Eliza closed her eyes, and accepted his kisses to her temples and cheeks as she had just done for Oscar an moment before.

Eliza had not participated in a threesome, it was not something that she was going to do just because the opportunity was there. She wanted a different type of experience from that—from what could have happened while she was out tonight.

Like her evening ending with the man that she was going to marry. Because everything ended up being about him…

“Did you have a good night out?” he questioned, nipping at the tip of her ear.

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, and the trill of her response made her lips vibrate. Or had her lips vibrated from all of the kissing? Before she decided that she had not wanted the threesome, she had made out with Oscar and Sally. Sally’s whose drank too much lips were sweet like every cocktail she had sipped.

“It was the beat night…” she sighed.

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Eliza was not sad about Oscar and Sally. First off she had no right to be. Before this most recent incarnation of their intimate relationship, she had been telling Oscar about Terrence. And now they were at an intimate lounge with Sally–so she better not be.

Oscar had gotten up from the table to get drinks—he had not had to ask either woman what she wanted to drink. Sally looked at her when he walked away, with a smile.

“You know Oscar started telling me about you when we were driving up here, and I was a little,” she smiled, and looked at Eliza with eyes that Eliza could not decipher. “I was a little jealous because I was his first relationship, but you were his first adult relationship. The way he picked you up in the bar, because he could tell, and the fact that even when you are not together there is still a draw. A magnet…”

“Well it is the same with you, no? I was jealous of you from the way that he described you. The way that you had him, and stayed in his mind. And then you appeared, but now I am not jealous. You’re lovely, and I want Oscar to have all of the love that he wants. I want him to be happy.”

Sally nodded.

“Me too, I will always love him, I want him to have everything he wants.”

Oscar came back with their drinks and each woman took hers, intuitively knowing that it was her drink. Oscar sat in the middle of them. Sally put her hand on his thigh, and kissed his jaw. Eliza cuddled closer to him, and in the view of Sally’s ease with his body, felt competitive with her.

Sally caressed his thigh, and plied him with kisses, and Eliza placed her hand on his knee. Oscar looked unsettled, Eliza was not sure if it was because he was being touched or what. They were in an adult club, which she had thought was by chance.

Apparently it was not for Sally, who moved her hand from Oscar’s thigh, and pulled down her dress at the top—she was not wearing a bra–and pulled up her dress from the bottom.

She was not wearing panties.

Eliza was not sure what was going to happen, Oscar looked at Sally with pure lust, his scotch trembling in his hands. Eliza stared at Sally too, she was beautiful and wanton, and she knew what she wanted.

Oscar.

Eliza leaned over, and whispered in his ear.

“I’m okay with whatever you want to do, I am not upset or sad or anything about this. I want you to be happy. Do what you want.”

Eliza moved away from him, and he put his hand on her thigh.

“I want both of you, now.”

Looking between him and Sally, Eliza swallowed. She had never had a threesome, and she wanted to give Oscar what he wanted but she did not know what she wanted.

“Did you plan this,” she asked Oscar, and looked at Sally who was pleasuring herself.

Oscar shook his head.

“No, I came in here with no intentions, but now. Watching Sally, and having you here too? That is what I want.”

He kissed her, and Eliza could not say that she was not unfazed by the sexy environment. Or the beauty and sensuality of Oscar and Sally…

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Coffee?

Oscar felt heat go through his fingers, after he read the text from Eliza. He put the phone down, knowing he was going to answer her later.

Now, Sally was naked, her hand between her legs and her eyes on him because she wanted him there. That was a quiet message from her as she played with herself, before he moved her hand and sucked her fingers. Her taste as familiar and as comforting to him, as any comfort food. She moaned as he sucked her fingers, which indicated to him how much she wanted him.

He wanted her. She had not put on her clothes since they got here, and he could not keep his hands off of her. He had fucked her front and back, both intensely pleasurable to both of them. He could say he fucked her, but she knew how to move against him that it felt like she was topping from beneath him. And when she was on top, he was her plaything.

Looking at her, as he sucked her finger he wondered how they were going to fuck this time.

This time, they both knelt on the bed and looked at themselves in the mirror because the room was filled with them. And Sally liked to watch, so he kissed her and turned her face so she could watch him fuck her. She smiled, a lewd happy smile that made him want to shove harder and harder into her—he knew she could take it. Sally pounded on the wall as she came, and someone on the other side pounded back. They laughed, as she pressed her cheek to the wall. Oscar pounded himself on the wall, when he came later—they both pounded, and then took each other’s hand.

They were lying tangled within the sheets, still not able to keep their hands off of each other. Sally caressed his cheek.

“Are you okay?” she asked, caressing his chest.

He nodded.

“You?”

She kissed his chest.

“Hungry? Do you want coffee?”

Sally gestured to the coffee machine in the hotel room. Oscar shook his head, he did not want coffee now. He was going to have coffee, or maybe something stronger with Eliza when he was back in the city. Something warm or strong to sip, while he told her about Sally. The ghost that he felt he resurrected, when he told her that she was out of the picture and just a fond memory.

His memories were fonder and had now multiplied, as he got hard again and Sally was at the ready to take care of it.

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They were about 300 miles from New York. Sally had left one of the cards for her hotel door downstairs for him, Oscar slipped the card into the door, and he knew it was juvenile but it was the same way he was going to slip into Sally.

Sally was on the bed, her legs spread and semi-nude. Oscar adored the bits of lace that he saw, as she pulled her hair up into a faux knot. He got hard, every time he looked at her since he met her he wanted her.

When they had been younger, after they had broken up, she would come to him. When she was younger as large as her breasts were, she barely wore a bra because they were full and perky and she hated the restraint. Once he came inside his pants from just looking at her.

He would get her naked quickly, and they would be in bed indefinitely. It was a repeated cycle because he could not deny her.

Now, he walked to the bed and she looked up at him as she took off her bra, and spread her legs more. Only the bra and suspenders were about her hips. Her thong and stockings were on the bed. He needed to be inside her, he did not even have time to take off his suit.

Sally opened her mouth, when he pulled out of his pants. The cooler than inside his pants air made his erection, twitch a bit and looking at her mouth made it twitch more. He closed her mouth with his fingers, and she looked longingly at him. The pre-come on his tip, Sally kissed it and then leaned back on the bed to get some lube. The lube they liked, which made it feel so good. He slipped on a condom, and in tandem they moved together as she applied lube and he got on the bed over her still fully dressed.

Sally licked his jacket and shirt like they were his skin, and grabbed his ass to pull him more into her. More into her, it felt too good. The way she moved under him made him wild, and he thrust faster and faster into her. He knew what she liked, and what her limitations were. He felt her break around him, and he groaned moving eventually into his own sweet end.

She curled up on top of him, his suit now damp with her come on his thigh, and he thought 300 miles away from New York…

This…

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It was Sally’s birthday, February 29 and she always loved a huge party. But right now, she was sitting with Oscar. Just the two of them, and to be honest that was the way that he liked it best!

When they were younger, she wanted more of a crowd, more attention. She had a Pirates of Penzance themed party, because one of the characters in the movie had the same birthday as her. She made the party something of a costume theme, dressing up as the character Mabel in it and Oscar dressed up as her beau.

Right now however, she was soft and quiet beside him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly and adoringly, feeling like the younger man he was when he first met her.

Sally looked at him, a soft smile on her face.

“You’re beautiful, and i know you cannot say a man is beautiful but you are Oscar, you always have been..to me.”

He kissed her, he was afraid he was going to fuck her at the table.

He did not.

But he did kiss her, and slipped his finger between her legs deep into her very wet opening.

“You’re wet,” he said incredulously.

“I am always wet for you.”

He pushed his finger in and out, and he could hear himself moving down there because it was so quiet around them. Sally closed her eyes, and he could ell that she was about to come and he had barely touched her.

“Sally, I promised you a dinner sweet girl, but I will be your pirate later and plough you for all of your treasures right after. I am so happy you have a room here.”

“You are my treasure,” she said and wrapped her arms about him. I missed you.”

Feeling the softness of her body against him was almost too much. He stiffened from head to toe. Sally caressed his chest because he knew that she could tell his tells. She knew that he was hot for her. When he felt her reach under the table, he knew that there would be no secrets between them.

“Ready to order?” Their server said, and they pulled apart like horny teenagers who had been caught.

Oscar was just about ready for a meal that would feed a pirate…

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Sally had a rainbow on her t-shirt the first time they had sex. Oscar remembered it as her being so aggressive and her being the one that really took control of the situation, but she remembered it differently. His approach was not slick or smooth—but it was genuine and she knew that he liked her so she felt comfortable enough with him to make an approach. To be closer to him, even after they had done everything but so many times before.

Even now, she got dressed and thought how random fate was. She came to New York for something entirely different that she would have to deal with in the coming days, but now here she was with Oscar.

He was putting on his tie, and she sashayed over to him playfully and helped him tighten it. He kissed her jaw, and she smiled as she kissed the tips of his fingers in her hands.

“How long are you going to be in New York?” he asked suddenly, as if real life just hit him, juxtaposed to what had been real but surreal sex.

Sally looked at him, and shrugged honestly. She would tell him why she was there if he asked, but only if he asked. Their history was vast and wide, but she did not owe him anything and he told her that he was involved with another woman at that.

But she would tell him anything he asked, if he asked.

But instead, he got sentimental, pushing stray strands of hair back from her face and looking at her as if her expression was some kind of admission in and of itself.

“I cannot believe just running into you like this. Just running into you, and now being here with you in your hotel room.” He leaned in to kiss her, and she closed her eyes and savored their kiss like she would never kiss him or anyone ever again because she never knew what fate had in store. Everything was not always coming up rainbows like on her shirt the first time they had sex, and she kissed him like she was now. Because she knew they were on the precipice of something, and she was scared to lose it…

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