I woke with the realization that even a night's sleep didn't cure the ugly feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. Dick and I had shared an incredible physical experience. Sex with him was spectacular. But I'd allowed him to become attached to me emotionally. I didn't recognize that since his wife left him, he was missing the emotional attachment of a woman. I wasn't ready to fulfill that need for any man, and somehow, I knew I'd pay dearly for not recognizing that fact.

It had been almost a week since I began this transformation. I'd gone from being a mundane wallflower to a sexual wild cat in six short days. I'd performed sex acts that previously I'd only written or fantasized about. My lustful cravings to experience all those fantasies had blinded me to the simple fact that my lovers had feelings of their own. Feelings I should have respected and considered before I drew them into my passionate spider web. I had to think long and hard about the dangerous path my cravings were leading me toward.

As I was about to leave for my eight o'clock class, my phone rang. I didn't answer it, but after the message played, the caller said.

"Hi, Gen, it's Dick. I didn't sleep very well last night, baby. I'm calling to apologize for being such an ass when I dropped you off last night. I let my emotions get the better of me and took my disappointment out on you. I hope you will forgive me, Gen? Call me when you get this message, please."

His voice sounded sincere but, at the same time, very sad. I thought about calling him back immediately but decided against it, wanting time to think about how I'd explain to him that I just couldn't let myself become attached to any man right now.

The day passed rather slowly, and I replayed the events of the past six days repeatedly. Those thoughts excited me for their pure animalistic lust and, at the same time, disgusted me because I'd been unable to control my cravings to experience every possible sexual situation I could. I realized that if I didn't find a way to control those cravings, they would eat me alive.

I hid in my office until five o'clock and then made my way across campus to the safety of my apartment.

Shortly after I locked myself inside, my phone rang. "Unknown" flashed on the screen. Since I had Dick’s number saved in my contacts, I knew it wasn’t him calling. I pressed accept and lifted it to my ear.

A woman's voice began, "Hi Gen, this is Marsha. I hope you remember me,”

“Of course I do,” I responded.

“I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Peter about you. He and I are anxious to get together with you for drinks,” Marsha said.

“I'm happy about that, Marsha. I've been pretty excited about meeting your lover and spending casual time with you,” I replied.

"Well, sweetie, my husband is out of town tonight and tomorrow, and I'm getting together with Pete. We were wondering if you'd like to meet later tonight for a few drinks,” Marsha asked.

"I had no plans for tonight, Marsha. I enjoyed our time together while you helped me with my wardrobe. I'd love to have a few drinks with you and Pete tonight,” I said.

"Great Gen, do you know where the Ramada Inn is on Simonton Boulevard?" Marsha asked.

"Yes, I do. Is there a lounge there?" I asked.

"They have a small piano bar, but no one ever goes there. It's a perfect place to meet discreetly,” Marsha said.

"Great, Marsha, what time?" I asked.

"How about eight o’clock, sweetie?" she suggested.

"That's good. I'll have enough time to shower and get dressed for the occasion,” I said with a hint of sexiness in my voice.

"Make sure you wear what we picked out under your clothes, Genevieve. I told Pete how sexy you looked, and he can't wait to see for himself,” she said.

"Okay, Marsha. See you at eight, hun,” I said and disconnected the call.

Marsha assumed that just because I had agreed to meet them for drinks, I'd show off my lingerie to her discreet lover. While I was excited about the possibility of living out my fantasy of a threesome, I wasn't sure I could go through with a bi-sexual experience.

I ate some leftover chicken salad and marked a few papers before heading for my bedroom. I lay out a fresh pair of black seamed stockings and my black lace garter and bra set. Marsha had helped me pick out a very slinky black dress with a high neckline and very short, almost non-existent sleeves. It was the shortest of all the dresses I'd tried that night, the hem stopping four inches above my knees. I recall that when we did the seated leg crossed test, not only did the hem of my stockings show, but an inch or so of milky white skin above the stockings also. The four-inch stilettos would finish off the outfit perfectly. With my clothing picked out, I headed for the shower.

Surveying my naked body in the mirror as I prepared to shower, I noticed a light outline of pubic hair beginning to show. I'd have to shave and trim my narrow line of black hair while I showered. Adjusting the water temperature so it was a degree or two cooler than steaming, I stepped into the shower with all my hair care products and my razor.

The warm water cascaded over my body, relaxing my muscles and making me feel sensuous. I followed my usual routine of shampooing my hair and applying conditioner so it could soak for a few minutes and turned my attention to my pubic hair. I lathered and began shaving around my narrow black landing strip of hair. As I rinsed the shaving cream off and checked the results with my shower mirror, I noticed that I'd shaved too far in from one side. My landing strip looked off-center from the tight little slit just below. I giggled and thought, "A pilot might miss his target with such a skewed landing strip." A couple of minutes later, I was completely shaven. The feeling of being totally bare excited me. I should have gone that way from the start. With some sexy strawberry body gel and a thorough hair rinse, I was ready to step out of my shower.

It takes several large towels to dry my long tresses, so I can finish up fairly quickly with my blow dryer. But the pros far outweigh the cons regarding having waist-length hair. I brushed my hair long and straight as my blow dryer completed the drying process. My hair cascaded down my back to my waist. Finishing up in the bathroom, I hung up the wet towels, and before turning the light off, I surveyed myself in the mirror. My clean-shaven mons pubis looked very inviting and incredibly edible. I wondered to myself if Marsha's pussy was completely bare also. Perhaps I'd have a chance to find out later that night.

Moving back to my bedroom, I slid the lace garter up my long, shapely legs, letting it settle comfortably at the top of my hips. Carefully gathering one silk stocking in my hands, I slipped my foot into it and smoothed it up over my leg, making sure the seam was straight, and ran up the middle of my calf and thigh. The other stocking followed, and I let my delicate fingers linger on my inner thighs after smoothing both silk stockings over my legs. I loved the feeling of having such sexy fabric on my skin. I had become quite the hedonist, devoting my recent life to the pursuit of pleasure and self-gratification. I loved the results of my pursuit, and tonight, I would perhaps reach another sexual goal that I'd set for myself.

I carefully adjusted the thin straps of my garter and clasped them to the top hem of my stockings. Wanting to see how I'd look when disrobed to this point, I slipped my feet into stilettos and stood up. I strolled toward the full-length mirror on my closet door and did a pirouette to gaze at my reflection from behind. My long jet-black tresses reached the thin fabric of my lace garter. From there, my naked creamy white ass was framed perfectly by the two thin straps that held my stockings in place. The dark seams ran incredibly straight down the middle of my legs to the heel of my stilettos. I smiled, knowing that image would elicit a throbbing erection from almost any man who viewed it. Turning to face the mirror, my gaze was instantly drawn to the now clean-shaven mons pubis just below the wider lacy fabric of my garter. I wondered if I'd see Marsha's sexy eyes looking up at me from between my soft thighs later. I wondered if I would see Peter's stiff cock entering me later. I slid my hands up to cup my breasts, tweaking the nipples to erection with my fingers.

With every passing moment, I was becoming more and more aroused at the thought of what may lie ahead this evening. I slid my black satin thong over my stockings and covered my naked, smooth pubic mound. I thought for a moment about not wearing the matching lace bra but decided the image of my lace-covered tits would possibly heighten both Marsha and Peter's passion should I choose to slip out of my slinky black dress later.

My nipples still pierced at the fabric, and I was confident they would also show through the material of my dress. I moved to my makeup table and sat in front of the well-lit mirror. Darker than usual, eye shadow brought my shimmering green eyes to the forefront; I'd be dressed entirely in black and decided a splash of red would set off the entire ensemble. I applied what was quickly becoming my favorite lip color, a rich red shade that made my lips look very sensual.

A misting of perfume on each side of my neck and between my breasts completed my preparations, except for that incredibly short, slinky black dress. Holding it in front of me, I carefully placed my stilettos through the dress, not wanting to catch a heel on the fabric. I glided the dress up my body and slid one arm, then the other, into the short sleeves. Tossing my hair around in front, I reached behind and pulled the zipper tab up, bringing the high neckline tight around my sexy, sweet-smelling neck. With a wiggle or two of my hips, the dress slid perfectly down over my hips, resting just below the darker hem of my stockings.

Gazing at myself in the mirror, I was happy with the image that reflected at me. I looked stunning. Sexy, sensual, and very appealing, at least I hoped I would to the couple I was about to meet.

I'd carry a small black clutch bag containing my makeup, cell phone, license, and a few dollars. It was twenty of eight. I'd taken longer than I should to prepare for my date and knew I'd be a few minutes late arriving at the Ramada.

As I drove across town toward my destination, I started having wildly vivid images of what could happen later. I was becoming very aroused at the idea of experiencing yet another new and different cock, but also the bi-sexual pleasures of having another woman to pleasure me and to please. I wondered if I'd enjoy watching another woman take a man's cock deep in her throat as much as I enjoyed having a cock stuffed in my own throat. I wondered if having Marsha pleasure me orally while I sucked her lover's cock would please her as much as the thought of it pleased me. After all, Marsha had told me that she and Peter were looking for another woman to join them in a ménage à trios, so perhaps tonight would be a sexual experiment for all of us. The answers to all my questions would soon be revealed as I guided my Volvo into the Ramada parking lot a little after eight.

I parked as close to the entrance as possible, knowing it would be cooler later in the evening. A few steps and, I pulled the large glass door open and walked into the lobby. The Hindu-looking man behind the counter smiled widely at me as I strolled toward the middle of the lobby.

"Can I help you, Miss?" he said with a strong Indian accent.

"Yes, please, can you direct me to the lounge?" I replied.

Oh yes, Miss, it's down the hall to the left,” he replied, pointing to the hall just beyond his workstation.

I walked to the corner and looked down the hall. A small lighted sign above double doors marked the entrance to B. Joel's Piano Bar, a blatant attempt to in some way connect Billy Joel, the ultimate piano man, to this little place.

I opened the door and stepped inside enough to let the door close behind me and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the lounge. It didn't appear there was anyone besides the bartender in the place. As I walked toward the bar, I heard a familiar female voice.

"Gen, sweetie, over here,” Marsha said, waving at me from the far corner of the room.

I was relieved to hear her voice. I didn't want to sit and make idle conversation with the bartender waiting for Marsha and her lover to arrive. As I strolled toward her, she smiled widely at me. The man seated across the small candle-lit table didn't turn. Once I made my way to their table, Marsha stood and gave me a gentle hug. Her lover looked at me and smiled.

"Gen, I'd like you to meet Peter. Peter, this is Genevieve,” Marsha said, introducing us to one another. Peter stood and extended his hand, shaking mine as he said, "It's my pleasure, Genevieve."

"Likewise, Peter,” I replied.

"Have a seat, Genevieve,” Peter offered.

"Thank you,” I replied as he helped me by sliding my chair toward the table slightly as I sat.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.

"That would be wonderful. I'll have a white wine, please,” I responded.

As Peter walked toward the bar, I turned to Marsha. She looked very sexy. Her short blonde hair was teased forward, framing her face. Her blue eyes sparkled, and the light shade of pink lip gloss she wore shimmered in the soft candlelight. She wore a tight red sweater with a vee line neck that dipped seductively, exposing succulent cleavage. Her pencil skirt fit tightly around her hips and thighs and did nothing to hide her garter straps and silk stockings. She looked like a seductress, and I expected she would act like one too.

Before Peter returned, Marsha reached over and touched my arm.

"Peter is a little nervous about this, Gen. So I'm going to take the lead in our conversation, okay,” she said.

"Sure, Marsha, I'll try to make him feel comfortable if I can,” I replied, feeling somewhat nervous myself.

Marsha smiled at me and said, "This is going to be so much fun, Gen."

I nodded my agreement. It seemed already that Marsha was the one who was more interested in a ménage à trios.

Peter returned with my wine, and I thanked him with a soft kiss.

He smiled and said, "That's a lovely perfume you're wearing, Genevieve."

"Why thank you, Peter,” I said. "It's called Passions Eve,” I added.

"Peter works for a publishing house in Boston, Genevieve. I told him about the stories you write,” Marsha said.

I'd forgotten that while Marsha and I were picking out the additions to my wardrobe, I'd mentioned that I am an amateur writer.

"Yes, tell me what you write about Genevieve?" Peter asked.

I grinned sheepishly at him and said, "I dabble in erotica, Peter. Mostly, I only write for my enjoyment, but I have posted a few stories on the internet."

"That's interesting, Genevieve; I'd love to read some of your work sometime,” he offered.

"Speaking of erotica, haven't you written about a ménage à trios'?" Marsha asked.

"Actually, I have, Marsha, a ménage à trios' involving two women and a man,” I said.

"Well, isn't that a coincidence,” she replied.

Marsha was leading our conversation, and I was following closely behind, both of us trying to make Peter more comfortable with the idea.

"I've fantasized about it but never acted on my fantasy. Have you ever been involved in a ménage à trios'?" I asked.

Peter was the first to admit that it would be something new to him, and then Marsha added that she, too, has fantasized about both a female male female and a male-female male ménage à trios.

"So we'd all be new to the experience,” I said.

"That's right, Gen, and the idea excites the hell out of me,” Marsha said.

"What about you, Peter?" I asked.

He grinned and said, "I'm game. I hope to keep up with you two and survive the night."

Marsha and I both laughed out loud at his remark.

I changed the subject a little, asking Peter, "Marsha tells me that you're somewhat of a connoisseur of ladies' lingerie."

He smiled widely and replied. "I am a cognoscente of the sexier things ladies can wear, yes. I understand Marsha recently helped show you the advantages of wearing fine lingerie,”

"Yes, she has,” I replied while crossing my legs toward Peter and letting my hemline slide above the top of my silk stocking. "I've also found that the higher the heel, the finer looking the leg,”  I added, stretching my leg until the tip of my stiletto touched his leg.

Seeing that I'd begun flirting with her lover, Marsha excused herself to use the ladies' room.

"Hurry back, baby,”  Peter said as Marsha stood to use the ladies' room.

He and I both watched Marsha stroll across the room. Her tight pencil skirt revealed every delectable curve of her hips and thighs. The dark seams of her stockings were perfectly straight along the back of her shapely legs. Marsha has incredible legs, and the short, tight skirt showed off those legs, not to mention what her stiletto heels did for their shape.

Peter shook his head as he watched her stroll toward the ladies' room. "She's got such an incredible body, don't you agree, Genevieve?" he said.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, "She's got a body built to be fucked, Peter."

I suppose my use of a four-letter word surprised him because even in the dim candlelight, I detected a blush on his cheeks.

Peter slid his hand toward me and smiled. "You know, Genevieve, Marsha had described you to me. I have to tell you her description came nowhere near how incredibly sexy you look.”

I placed my hand over his and stared wide-eyed into his eyes, "Thank you, Peter. I hope you think that when I strip for you later."

He smiled and said, "Take it from a lifelong voyeur; I'll enjoy that immensely, Gen."

"Tell me something, Peter," I asked. "What do you expect to enjoy most about this ménage à trios?"

Peter hesitated for a moment, contemplating my question. He smiled before he responded, "I'm sure having two women suck my cock at the same time will be right at the top of that list, but a close second will be fucking you doggie style while Marsha eats you,” he quickly added.

"Hmm, that sounds spectacular, Peter,” I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Marsha coming back from the ladies' room. She looked even sexier walking toward us. Her ample tits bounced seductively as she walked, one sexy stiletto in front of the other. Her skirt limited the length of her footsteps, and she stretched the fabric to its limit with her thighs as she walked.

She paused when she reached Peter, bent down, and whispered something in his ear, causing him to smile widely as she spoke. Her lips barely touched his ear as she whispered to him and remained that close as she moved her lips to his mouth to kiss him very deeply. Watching her kiss him sent a twinge of excitement through my body. That excitement intensified when she broke her kiss with Peter, and instead of straightening up, she just turned to me and kissed me as deeply as she had Peter. Marsha's lips were soft and tender, and she smelled and tasted incredible. Marsha broke her kiss with me and slowly moved her lips along my jaw just as she had Peters, barely touching my skin and sending chills down my spine. Her lips couldn't have gotten closer to my ear without touching it when she whispered, "Gen, I got us a room.” Her mouth moved away, and she straightened up and sat back on her chair.

I glanced at Peter, who was grinning from ear to ear, and then back at Marsha. My insatiable craving for new sexual experiences took control, and I couldn't wait to fulfill Peter's desire to have us both suck his cock, and taste the warm folds of his mistress' pussy.

"It's a good thing you did, Marsha. I don't think the management would want us having our ménage à trios here in the lounge,” I said.

Peter, who continued grinning from ear to ear, was apparently becoming anxious to have his cock sucked by Marsha, and me, said, "Well, ladies, why don't we get a couple of drinks and take them to the room with us?"

"Yes, let's do that,” I agreed.

We all stood in unison, and Peter followed Marsha and me toward the bar. I'm sure he was enjoying the view of two pairs of shapely legs covered in seamed silk, not to mention two sexy asses swaying seductively as he followed. Reaching the bar, Marsha and I left enough room for Peter to slide between us, and he gave each one of those sexy asses a gentle squeeze as he did.

Peter ordered a round of drinks, and after Marsha showed the bartender the key card, he agreed we could take them with us.