Over the next year, Bridgett had a dozen or so nocturnal seat affairs with men and four with women, three of the former and all of the latter ending in the toilet, all thrilling and physically satisfying but interesting the rest of her mind less and less. Before boarding, she swore to herself she would sleep a few hours and wake up fresh and dainty the next morning; as she neared her seat, the anticipation of being seated beside a handsome, well-endowed man, preferably black, or a sweet young woman, preferably busty and easily wet, would rise in her chest. She would hold her eyes firmly upward to view the row numbers until two rows away, closing them quickly in a bit of superstition before glancing down. Often she saw the eager look in the eyes of a man or woman seeing a beautiful young redhead coming to sit on the aisle seat, and the desire to gift such an appreciative seatmate with a no-strings climax or two would sweep away any qualms or need for sleep.
By this point, overwork ensured that apart from constant masturbation, this was her only sexual outlet. She loved her work, her apartment, much of her life; she loved the constant travel on the whole, and she delighted in her secret sexual life, skirting the edge of the laws and breaking all the rules of polite society; she often giggled at the thought of the blankets she helped spoil with thick white stains, not thinking of the people who had to handle or clean them.
On an early spring night, she boarded one of her usual flights, this time on a larger plane that left the cabin feeling bereft of passengers; the company was sending her two days early to prepare, not that she needed it, or to use it for rest as she wished. She was in the aisle seat, as always, only with C after the row number instead of B. She glanced down finally to see to her joy that the man in the middle seat was a stunning black man impeccably dressed and with an intoxicating air of sexual mastery restrained by good breeding. Next to him sat a prim, attractively dressed Korean woman who looked her over carefully and gave her a pro forma smile. She sat down, sensing evident interest in her seatmate, and eagerly awaited the darkening of the cabin.
The two to her left soon seemed to be snoozing under their blankets even before they took off, and soon, though far too long it took for her, the lights were out. She felt his thigh against hers, his hand resting where they adjoined, and she put her hand on his. He squeezed it, which she took as a sign to proceed, and in the manner she had practiced well by then, plausible deniability all the way until the end, she slowly worked her hand to what proved to be a massive throbbing pillar of flesh. She unzipped him and extracted his cock, exulting in its great length, nine inches at least. On her third stroke, she froze in shock and fear; a hand grasped hers and squeezed it tightly on his flesh. Above her she heard his mutter, “God, yes,” but the hand on hers wasn't his.
She looked over timorously and saw the Korean woman's eyes staring in her direction; when she realized Bridgett was looking at her, she smiled as she guided Bridgett’s hand at a fast pace, her other hand curled beguilingly around the swollen head. A hand reached between her thighs straight for her cunt, and when it reached its target with a happy gasp at finding it free of panties, two of the fingers sank easily into her drenched tunnel as he whispered, “Perfect.”
She lasted two minutes, he, three. When he spewed into the blanket, cock pulsing as it gave up its lust, the Korean woman collected most of it in her other hand and shook Bridgett’s hand with it, sealing their shake with his thick goo.
He whispered, “I need to go to the toilet. Change seats with me.” She let him by and moved over, where the woman helped her turn the blanket around so the cum stain was on the outside, and then rested her head on Bridgett’s shoulder as she grasped her left knee and lifted her leg so as to cross hers, reaching between her thighs to sigh when reaching her drenched lips.
She whispered too low for anyone else to hear, “You’ll stay with us, you know. If you wish. I think you will.”
He soon returned. He sat down, covered himself with the blanket, and raised her right knee so that her thighs were splayed, cunt open and unprotected, two hands exploring her to heights of passion she had never felt before. His index finger entered as hers receded, their thumbs alternating on caressing her clitoris, their other hands cupping and fondling her breasts, taking turns sucking on her lips quietly, slowly, patiently driving her to climax after climax.
The woman raised herself to slip off her panties, then took Bridgett’s hand and placed it between her knees. Bridgett greedily slid her hand to the woman’s cunt as she grasped his cock with her right hand; the woman was drenched, her labia swollen as Bridgett fondled them both gluttonously. Yet though she herself climaxed repeatedly, they held her hands when they were too close, staving off Bridgett repaying her debt.
Finally, she knew she would spend the night with them; they demanded it and left her no viable alternative, for ditching them after glutting herself on their caresses would be the height of ingratitude as well as a rejection of paradise. She flushed and soon came again at the thought of it. The three dozed off after an hour, Bridgett exhausted from her repeated releases, her seatmates groggy from the postponed relief.
When they landed, he stood and placed himself in the aisle behind her seat. She stood and joined him as he took out their carry-on luggage, and the Korean woman, whom Bridgett could tell was a decade or so older than her only from the slight creases around the eyes and the sag of her smallish breasts, stood in front of her. The aisle was packed and at a standstill for ten minutes, during which time she pressed hard against the woman and he pressed his cock hard against her ass; in the side next to their seats he reached under her arm to cup her breast briefly while thrusting himself hard against her.
In a feverish daze, she breathed deep to clear her head, unsuccessfully as it turned out, and felt the hand of fate marching her off to some new stage in her life. The two sides of her sexual life seemed to be coming together, and for once the prospect filled her mostly with anticipation; even with Lavandra, she had felt more apprehension than she did then. The woman turned her head and looked back at her with a satisfied smile on her face, gazing at her with an aura of possessiveness and promise.
They passed through customs quietly, took the shuttle bus quietly, and went to the bar on the first floor for a quick drink. He held out his hand, “Ray.”
She shook his hand and then hers as she said, “Jeonhui. You may call me ‘Jenny’ if you like.”
Bridgett replied in her almost accentless Korean, “Jeonhui will do.”
Jeonhui smiled, “I like a woman talented with her tongue.”
Ray added, “You’re here for business.”
“Yes. Leading training.”
“Your company?”
When she told him he said, “They pay shit for rooms. Join us; it will be more comfortable. We’ll be here for almost a week.”
“I’ll get the room, but I won’t stay there much.”
He nodded and added, “We have meetings every day; three nights will be contract negotiations. You’ll be free those nights, but the others, we’d love you to join us.”
Wordlessly she nodded, flustered and overjoyed, and they checked in. A pall settled on them in the elevator; she wondered if their bellies were as topsy-turvy as hers. She looked over to see Jeonhui appraising her closely; she continued observing her without a smile as Bridgett examined her face.
As soon as the door closed on them, she fell into Ray’s arms as Jeonhui embraced her from behind. She sucked on his tongue as Jeonhui fondled her breasts avidly, hefting and squeezing them as if deciding which of two was more flawless. Ray’s cock pushed against her, setting her loins burning where its pressure expressed his lust for her. They stripped her quickly, letting her help them undress in turn.
She stared at Ray, his muscular body taut and dark, his cock jutting out toward her, then turned around to devour Jeonhui with her eyes. Her hair fell straight to the middle of her back, her torso taut and her hips boyish, framing a black thicket at the join of two perfectly turned legs. Her breasts were more like small apples than her own grapefruit, perfectly formed once but sagging under gravity, and she returned Bridgett’s admiration with frank curiosity and lust. As Bridgett enveloped Jeonhui in her arms, Ray came up behind her, his cock pressed between her thighs like a squirming animal seeking release. He bent his knees until his cock could slide into her. She spread her knees slightly to give him better access, and as Jeonhui loved her breasts, she felt him slide his cock between her labia, lubricating itself on her juices, and then the head slipped further inside her.
As he entered her, Jeonhui kissed down to her navel; when his head was fully inside her, she reached Bridgett’s hairs. Ray pulled the chair behind him toward him and held Bridgett firmly in place against and around him as he sat back into it, holding her by the waist as she raised her knees to the arms of the chair. She was fully exposed to Jeonhui’s inquisitive eyes and searching tongue, Ray’s cock forced fully into her by her weight in a gasp as she settled heavily on him. Jeonhui stared at her cunt, her labia moving like a sheath on the black flesh sliding in and out of her.
Jeonhui explored her labia and clitoris as Ray worked her steadily, then grinned up into Bridgett’s staring eyes as she bent in and lightly licked her clitoris, the pressure of her tongue in front and Ray’s cock behind it lifting her quickly toward climax. In less than a minute she overflowed, her juices drenching the chair between Ray’s thighs. Jeonhui held her mouth in place as Ray continued his steady pace, her cunt the focus of attention for all three of them.
Bridgett reveled in the best of both of her sexual worlds coming together: a beautiful woman sucking her cunt as it was fucked by a beautiful black cock. Ray sucked on her neck as he squeezed her breasts in satisfaction with their size, his cock maintaining a steady rhythm after all this time inside her. Jeonhui stared up at her as she licked avidly, her tongue traveling fast and hard from her labia to her clit, down the side to the underside of Ray’s cock, and back around to her clit, the steady rhythm matching Ray’s perfectly so that her tongue hit her clit at the same moment Ray’s cock plunged most deeply inside her, as if they had practiced this technique many times until it came automatically to them.
Her second climax came suddenly and made her cry out loudly as wave after wave swept over her, her body shaking in agony and ecstasy as the tongue and lips and cock worked her relentlessly with each spasm, moving firmly against and inside her and easily matching each thrust of her hips. Ray’s arms held her firmly in place and Jeonhui’s shoulders supported her thighs as she lost control of her body, screaming as her hips thrust in every direction.
After her third climax, she slid off Ray onto the floor, his cock a patient soldier standing at attention ready for his next assignment. Jeonhui leaned back and lay on the floor with her weight on her arms, her fixed stare issuing Bridgett a challenge. As Bridgett watched, she spread her thighs, letting Bridgett see her labia poking wetly out amid a lightly haired mound trimmed perfectly to Bridgett’s tastes. Bridgett leaned in between her thighs and began sucking happily, groaning as Ray entered her again, his cock filling her perfectly. She snaked two fingers inside Jeonhui’s sodden tunnel and fucked her in synchrony with Ray’s thrusts.
Her cunt was Bridgett’s ideal when masturbating, small like a rosebud and immediately responsive to her tongue. Jeonhui held Bridgett’s head in place with thighs and hands and lay back luxuriantly on the carpet. Although Ray was able to hold off seemingly indefinitely, Jeonhui boiled over within two minutes, finally allowing herself to give in to Bridgett’s caresses and tongue. She moaned happily in Korean a variety of vocabulary Bridgett only knew from the movies she sometimes rubbed off to. Even after her climax, however, she held Bridgett firmly in place, telling her, “You’ve teased me for too long. Suck me dry, lover.” Bridgett happily obliged her, giving her four more climaxes before the last one nearly gave her a crick in the neck from the violence of her pleasure.
Ray moaned, “I’ve held off long enough. Take it, Bridge,” as he held her hips firmly, lifting her off the floor and using her body like a child’s red-haired rag doll, her hair and tits flying wildly as he pounded deep inside her. Jeonhui sat up and watched languorously as Ray groaned with each thrust. In a few seconds, he went stock still, his cock buried fully inside her, and he screamed as his jism spurted deep inside her.
She turned her head and said low, “Give it to me, fill me with your cum.”
He collapsed on the floor, pulling Bridgett to lie in his arms, and Jeonhui hugged both of them as they lay there sweaty and drained. They kissed passionately after a few minutes and came alive again. This time Ray took Jeonhui from behind in the chair, her cunt split by his rod and fully open to Bridgett’s greedy eyes and hungry mouth and tongue, and much more quickly this time he drained into Jeonhui as she was having her sole orgasm of that bout.
Ray walked off to the bathroom in exhaustion as Bridgett remained kneeling before Jeonhui, sucking Ray’s cum out of her as she wriggled under her tongue. Soon Jeonhui pushed her away, but only to push Bridgett onto the floor and mount her for her first sixty-nine. They each came once more and curled up on the bed with Ray.
Bridgett asked, “How long have you two been married?”
They laughed loudly in delight and Jeonhui said, “No, I’m his assistant. The Missus will be joining us in a couple of hours.”
“The Missus?”
“I’m their assistant, both business and pleasure.”
Ray added, “She keeps our marriage bed spicy.”
Jeonhui smiled, “Koreans are good for that. Spicy soup, spicy bed.”
They laughed and Ray said, “You are of course expected to play with Dolores when she gets here. Judging from your enthusiasm for Jeonhui, that shouldn’t be any problem.”
Feeling as if the sun were glowing in her chest, she smiled, “I want all three of you in every way I can have you this week.”
Jeonhui said, “She should be touching down right about now. She only brought carry-ons, of course, so she should be here soon enough.”
Ray replied, “She’ll need a shower. Perhaps Bridgett can join her. Help her wash her back.”
Bridgett replied, “And other places.”
Jeonhui smiled, “Good girl!”
“Do you three often have a fourth?”
Ray replied, “Rarely, and only women. I’m happy with just one woman, and so is Dolores. It’s my great luck I get a second woman. Any other women we also share, but that’s only when we need variety. Ground rules when we married.”
Bridgett looked at Jeonhui. “Lucky woman.”
She grinned, “I am.”
Jeonhui went to shower while Ray sat and smooched warmly with her; she felt his cock rise throbbingly under her fingers, and she smiled, “You like redheads.”
“I love redheads, creamy full breasts, beautiful blue eyes…You’re a teenage dream, you know.”
“So are you.”
He grinned conspiratorily, “Really.”
She swatted him lightly, “I had a thing for a gorgeous black guy. Total asshole, but gorgeous.”
“Total asshole because gorgeous, I’ll bet.” She nodded. “Well,” he continued, “I’m glad to reap his fruit.”
“Is your wife as beautiful as you are?”
“More.”
They grinned and caressed each other lightly, slowly building their heat, until Jeonhui joined them. She smiled, “Lovely couple.” She went and prepared them all coffee, and a few minutes after they had sat around a table to drink it a beep sounded on Jeonhui’s phone. She glanced down, “Early even! I’ll go get her bags and tell her the news.”
Ray replied, “Hope you don’t mind having to make do with my company until she arrives.”
They grinned at each other as Jeonhui put on her jacket and walked out the door.
Fifteen minutes later, the door opened. Jeonhui stepped inside and held it open, and Bridgett was immediately entranced by the woman who followed her in. Tall and firmly muscled, Dolores towered above Jeonhui and almost matched Ray; certainly, she had four or five inches on Bridgett. Her natural hair was pulled back in a bun, frizzy with a frisson of wildness; her deep black face made even Ray look slightly pale, while her long neck drew the eyes happily down to a full bust, wide hips, and long legs. Bridgett stood up and met her in the middle of the room. They shook hands and appraised each other frankly, eyes lingering over the other’s charms.
Dolores leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the lips for several seconds, then pulled away long enough to say, “I gather you’re to help me shower.”
“I might even dry you off.”
She smiled and took Bridgett’s hand. They got to know each other as Dolores settled in, and when her clothes were put away and she had drunk some water, she smiled at Ray and Jeonhui and led Bridgett to the bathroom. Beside the lavatory and sink was a glass bathing room with a shower and a tub. When Dolores started unbuttoning her blouse, Bridgett said, “Please, let me.”
They undressed each other, alternating articles of clothing, Bridgett standing there nude faster. Dolores stood there in a bra and panties, delighting in the red thatch between Bridgett’s thighs, and said, “Hot as fire.”
“But much wetter.”
Bridgett undid Dolores’s bra and cupped her full breasts as they kissed deeply; after a minute she reached down to run her fingers inside Dolores’s lacy panties. Her hair was thick and moist, her outer lips swollen so that the inner lips poked out slightly. The panties stripped off easily. They then entered the bathing space and caressed each other’s breasts as they resumed kissing. After a few minutes she looked up to see that Ray and Jeonhui had entered the other room nude, and as each pair enjoyed the sight of the other, Bridgett stood back to admire the ebony Venus as she moved vigorously to start the shower.
Dolores quickly soaped up and then stood in water so hot the glass steamed up fully in fifteen seconds. She stretched and groaned in pleasure, purring happily as Bridgett soaped up her back and slowly washed it clean. She then reached between Dolores’s thighs and lightly rinsed her there, then Dolores turned off the water and wiped the fog off the glass for their audience before indicating the bath stool and spreading her thighs as she leaned against the wall.
Bridgett kissed her deeply, their breasts pressed softly together, and worked her way down slowly to suck on their coal-black tips as her fingers roamed from Dolores’s muscular hips toward the hairy thatch she helped wash. Dolores sang softly and blasphemously, “’Tis the gift to go down where you’re supposed to be; and when you have reached the place that is right, you will be in the valley of love and delight.'” She then chuckled as Bridgett knelt down and let her tongue enter the valley.
Bridgett sucked happily, lapping away like a kitten for cream, as Dolores tensed above her and held her head in place. She snaked two fingers inside her and poked around till she found the spot that drove her crazy, and then proceeded to drive her crazy. Dolores rode her fingers and tongue to a quick climax and then pushed her back to lie on the slick tile floor. She looked up to see Ray taking Jeonhui from behind, both of them staring raptly at the spectacle before them. Dolores then crouched above Bridgett and rode her face as she explored her gaping cunt, thighs spread wide to expose her fully to her gaze.
Dolores came again quickly, coating Bridgett’s face with her fluids, and then leaned down and expertly and enthusiastically sucked on her gaping cunt, stopping from time to time to admire it; Bridgett lay back happily and played with the black lips ragged above her, admiring the pink center peeking out at her as she rotated her hips. Suddenly through the glass, they heard Ray bellow as he pumped his seed into Jeonhui, whose high-pitched squeal wavered discordantly over his bass. Bridgett reached up and pulled Dolores down to her lips and kept her honey pot simmering without boiling over as Dolores’s tongue worked her to a massive climax. As her orgasm approached, she worked Dolores faster.
They climaxed simultaneously and lay side by side on the tiles as the door opened and Ray and Jeonhui helped them to their feet. They dried off and staggered to bed, and for the next four hours caressed who and where they wished without boundary or discrimination. Bridgett nearly passed out at one point on the bottom of a sixty-nine sucking on Jeonhui as she was being skewered by Ray, Dolores teaming up with Jeonhui to suck her thoroughly until Jeonhui’s orgasm left Dolores in complete control of her pleasure. Ray pulled out just in time to spew a series of small thick spurts onto Jeonhui’s hairy mount and Bridgett’s neck and chest; the sight and feel of his release so close up pushed her over the edge.
At the end, Jeonhui had collapsed in exhaustion and snored as Ray held Bridgett open again in his lap, her knees on the armchairs and his cock buried deep within her belly as Dolores sucked both of them simultaneously. When Bridgett came, Dolores helped her to her hands and knees and pulled her face to her cunt and reached her last orgasm of the day as Ray plunged once again into Bridgett from behind, the three climaxing simultaneously as Ray and Dolores called out in unison, “Oh God, Bridge, I’m coming!” Dolores rubbed her nose raw with her fur as Ray left her sore with his pounding reaching her furthest depths, and as her cunt clenched down on Ray like a vise, she knew she had finally been fully and completely tapped out.
They lay there close to unconsciousness, finally rousing themselves long enough to cuddle with Jeonhui under the covers, the excessively large bed barely large enough for their full party. They woke up in the mid-afternoon for dinner and passed the night and all the next day in the same tangle of limbs and hair and indiscriminate union. Bridgett gave a silent prayer of thanks that they all had business that day. She met Jeonhui for a very early dinner, Ray and Dolores being off in negotiations, and after dinner, the two retired to her room for late afternoon fun.
They sixty-nined quickly and lay there happily. Jeonhui reached up and tousled her hair, holding and examining a strand of her hair. “So beautiful. Pink nipples, creamy skin, blue eyes, so different from my girlish dreams but so beautiful.”
“Stay the night?”
Jeonhui smiled sadly, “No. Too much estrogen for my blood.”
“Beg pardon?”
“We’re both bi, but I’m a lot straighter than you. I can tell, the way you chow down on any pussy shoved in your face and ask for seconds. You like cock, yeah, but I can tell you feel romantically more for women. Right?”
“I guess, maybe.”
“Think about it, embrace it. You’ll be happier that way. Find a couple with a woman like Dolores. Or find a man to make that couple. But I’m not the woman in that picture. Dolores and I both…we love each other in our own way, yes, but Ray is the center of our trio. His pleasure matters to us a lot; it makes up part of our own pleasure. For you it’s more about pleasuring me and Dolores, I can tell. It’s just obvious; you love having Ray inside you, but you launch into outer space if one of us sucks your cunt at the same time. That’s so hot! In small doses. I love our time together, but I need time away from all three of you. No women, just men.”
“Men? More than one?”
Jeonhui grinned mischievously. “Oh, I’m famous in certain circles, you know. The star of at least two readers’ letters and three or four erotic tales. My former admirers share their public confessions with me. I love being bragged about.”
“What do you do?”
“Who do I do, you mean.” She grinned. “College boys. White ones, usually. It’s so easy to bowl them over if you’re a confident Asian woman. It blows their minds, all those dirty little fetishes and secret desires they have, so politically incorrect. The Victorians had their taboos, modern intellectuals have their own, and giving in to the knowledge that the stereotypes you internalized turn you on when you’re supposed to not see color, not see race, it’s like a trigger right to the libido. I make them give in to that dirty knowledge, and I pull the trigger and blow their minds and cocks to oblivion.”
Bridgett watched her in awe as she continued, “I dress fairly conservatively, but no bra, gap in the blouse open, shorter skirts than usual, and tight, so tight, and I go to the bars near one of the big universities that foreign students go to—not their regular ones, the ones they hear rumors about. And I can tell which boys might swing both ways, and I find two of them, get them to compete a little for me, leading them on, and then I corrupt their lily-white asses. When they’ve had two or three glasses of soju, I lean in and slowly get them to realize that I love watching two men use each other for my pleasure, and they always do. We go to a hotel I have investments in, so I can do whatever the hell I want there, and I make them sixty-nine for me and then fuck each other; then they get to use me all night long. I promise them, in return for the show, that each of them will get to come in all three of my holes at least once…and I always keep my promises.
“God,” she continued as she put on her bra, “I love how men are wired. Your countrymen. They go crazy for Asian women, older women, smart women, and they’re willing to do anything to get that. I love the power it gives me, the way they do just what I tell them, buggering each other silly so they can bugger me, which they always do very well, coming inside each of my holes over and over, sometimes six, seven times a night. I lose count of my own by the time they pass out, then I leave them snoozing in bed with a letter of thanks and an untraceable email address to keep in touch, in case they need help in the city. Most of them send me protestations of love for the first week; it’s so sweet. They’ve left me such memories…”
“And do you ever repeat it with them?”
“Never. We keep in touch sometimes, but I don’t meet them again.”
“So you use them?”
“I enjoy them, and they enjoy me. Using your partner’s body’s part of that, but I never mislead them. They know what they’re getting—one night of abandon with their hottest secret fantasy.”
“Whereas Ray does to you whatever he wants.”
Jeonhui laughed, “Yes, he is his own man. That’s why I never tire of him.”
“And does he ever bugger you?”
