Discarded clothes lay strewn across the floor. Mine and theirs. Three dresses, underwear, long socks, high heels.
I was still wearing my white stockings.
The soothing smell of melted wax filled the room. Candlelight played with their entwined bodies, holding them gently, turning them over and around. It caressed soft skin, strands of hair, beads of sweat and other juices. My nipples grew hard again, my stamina refreshed.
I smiled and laughed. I had only gone for a glass of water. “Hey, not fair!” I climbed onto the end of the bed, crawled between them and lay down.
The touch of their fingers made me squirm. The taste of their lips made me sigh.