I'm caught between the two of them: The one I love and the one she loves more. My hand strays out. A soft rounded hip - not hers, another's - falls under my fingers. I dare not slide my fingers away, however. I must accept my situation. I have to, don't I...? Can I really love three?
This short story is one of the many similar stories you can find in the 'Orgy, Threesome & Fantasy Erotica' collection.