My parents had a duplex house and my bedroom was on the first floor. Shweta came in my bedroom and shut the door behind her. She tried comforting me a...d was making me understand that we both knew the risks of how this was going to end. I started crying like a little baby.Shweta took me into an embrace and hugged me. She was caressing me on the head gently and I ceased to cry slowly. After wiping my eyes, my lust for Shweta reawakened. As I was in a bad place, I went ahead and kissed Shweta. The fire crackled and popped in the background. It cast off a warm radiance around them, in contrast to the cool breeze of the arid desert night. ‘This is perfect.’ Megan sighed as she leaned back into Max’s warm chest. ‘Yes it is.’ He agreed, hugging her tightly to him. He gazed down at her, his eyes seemed to sparkle. They both sat quietly for a while, basking in the comfort of being near each other. They were away from the real world, from all the problems they had to face day to day.. She excused her looks and went to get a shower to freshen up. The husband asked me if I wanted to drink. They had some expensive scotch but I declined, wanting to perform at a high level on my first threesome. We chatted about trivial stuff like molecular biology and world politics and anthropology. After a few minutes, I heard the shower stop and the husband asked if we should get ready. He handed me some massage gel which I placed on the desk as the wife walked in naked from the shower. Her. After getting dropped off at the apartment, he strolled around the back looking at each sliding glass door as he passed. Almost to the end he found the one he wanted. The door was open, blinds cracked allowing him to see her sleeping soundly. At 6’2” jumping he fence on the patio was easy and almost soundless. Pushing the screen door open, he pushed the blinds gently out of the way as he stepped inside. Closing the screen door quietly, he crept past her until he could safely slip out of his.