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A downhearted man accepts a life-changing invitation into a ménage à trois from a unique woman
“Nightclubs just don’t work for me,” I sighed as my friend, Nate, tried to cajole me on my cell into going to a club with him.

“Come on,” he said, “I’ll be your wing-man.”

“That’s because you never need a wing-man,” I replied. Six-foot four, thirty-one, clean-cut with black hair and an almost perfect tanned physique, as well as good taste in dark clothes, Nate didn’t need any help with attracting women, or usually getting them into bed — certainly not mine. Keeping them was another issue . . . mostly his I thought.

Me though, I was quieter. I was more about soul, substance — not flash. I dressed well, too, but being several inches shorter at five-ten, reasonably thin but with medium brown hair and a close-trimmed beard that I liked, I just didn’t exude the charisma that Nate did. Somehow he liked having me along anyway though.

“You lost your job,” he continued on the phone.

“Thanks for the reminder,” I interjected, almost ready to click my cell off now.

“If you’d let me finish,” he countered, “you need this, even deserve it. You still need to get out . . . be human.”

Nate could be a real friend. Maybe I had been underestimating him lately.

“Besides,” he finished, “you never know who you’ll find.”

“Okay,” I sighed gratefully, “I’ll go.”

“Meet me outside the Fourth Street Club at six-thirty, before the line gets long,” he said. “You can get yourself there — your subway pass is still good, right?”

“’Til the end of the month,” I replied.

“Maybe it’s time to consider being roommates again,” he suggested. “I got space at my apartment.”

“I don’t know if I could stand the regular pounding,” I sighed, “ . . . coming from your bedroom.”

“See ‘ya there, pal,” he laughed.

I clicked my cell off almost not wanting to meet a woman. While trim and fairly good-looking, I felt quiet and unnoticeable enough as it was. Unemployment just seemed to make me feel even less sexy now.

But Nate had talked me into it, and I was at least a man who kept his promises.

— — — — —

Sure enough, the line outside the club was long as its seven o’clock opening neared. Fortunately, having nothing better to do, I had been in line for over an hour and was near the front, guaranteed to get in when the place opened.

“You’re a lifesaver, pal,” I heard Nate say as he rushed to join me. “I forgot what a bitch parking is around this district.”

“Try the subway next time,” I almost smiled.

“It doesn’t have a ragtop, leather seating, or a stereo that impresses women,” he replied as bouncers started to let the line in while eyeing each of us carefully.

I just smiled and shook my head as we entered to loud, thumping music that was already playing while lights flashed around the otherwise black space.

“Remember, I’m your wing-man this time!” Nate yelled in my ear.

“How ‘bout you just go to work as usual,” I loudly replied in his ear. “Unemployment is even less sexy than getting here on the subway. So I’m not expecting much, okay?”

“Your drinks are on me, buddy,” he assured, “and you are getting a girl! Let me go to work for you this time.”

I just turned and looked at him. “You’re good,” I said.

He just smiled, looking down briefly. “Find a table for four,” he then said, “and I will be there in un momento with drinks, and two ladies!”

We parted, our plan for the moment in place, with me feeling that Nate kind of owed me a lay for tonight now . . . just not by himself.

I found a table along the far side of the increasingly crowded dance floor and sat down. I then turned, noticing a beautiful woman at the next table who was nicely turned out in a classic little black dress. There was something unusual about her though . . . she was completely bald, not even any eyebrows. But her head was very sexy.

Now my habit, or rather hang-up, was I almost never started conversations with women. It was one reason why Nate was Nate, and I was me. But this woman however — I actually wanted to talk to her.

So I found myself getting out of my chair and going over to her table.

“Excuse me,” I basically had to yell, “mind if I join you?”

“Love it!” she replied loudly with a smile. So I sat down.

“You’re very intriguing, especially . . .” I opened, gesturing with a hand around my head, “ . . . the hairstyle.”

“I have Bone Cancer,” she said forthrightly, almost still smiling as she glanced out towards the dance floor. “It’s terminal.”

“I don’t know what to say to that,” I replied, feeling the entire atmosphere suddenly changing in the room, despite the thumping music and flashing lights, “ . . . except I’m sorry.”

“You know,” she said, turning to me, “that’s the first honest reaction I’ve had from a stranger since this whole sleigh ride began for me. I like that.”

“You come alone?” I asked, feeling surprisingly comfortable with this woman.

“That’s my problem,” she said.

“Why a problem?” I smiled.

“Because I came here to find a ménage à trois,” she said openly. “It’s on my To Do list, before I kick the bucket. I just can’t see them having wild sex in Heaven, can you?”

“You might have a point,” I smiled.

“You in?” she asked.

“In?” I queried.

“In my ménage à trois,” she stated, taking my hand. “I was actually looking for a quiet but honest and attractive guy like you.”

Wow. I just shut my brain off before I could talk myself out of it.

“I’m in,” I said.

“You drug and disease free?” she followed up. “Now don’t lie to me. I have cancer, and it would be bad karma for you.”

“I’m clean,” I smiled looking her in the eyes. “Promise. I’m a regular blood donor,” quickly pulling out my wallet and showing her my donor card.

“Great,” she accepted. “Now we just have to find another girl. I want to try that before I think about taking two guys.”

Wow again.

She then rose from the table, taking me by the hand. Sure enough Nate was now coming over with drinks, and of course a woman on each arm. All I could do was shrug, smile and point to my female companion whose name I didn’t even know yet.

He just grinned and nodded, raising a glass toward me as my bald companion continued to pull me by the hand across the crowded dance floor. I decided to let her keep going and not introduce her to Nate. I was about to have my own party tonight for a change, and didn’t really want him muscling in on my action.

“What do you think about her?” my companion now asked. “The redhead,” she gestured with a look towards a young woman with shoulder-length auburn tresses and a nice figure in a strapless burgundy dress, standing off by herself in a corner of the dance floor near the bar, gently swaying with the music. “She looks a little quiet, lonely, yet agreeable. She’d be a good fit with us, don’t you think?”

“I’m not an expert at these things,” I said before I could keep myself from saying such a stupid remark.

“By the end of tonight, we both will be,” my new bald friend assured with a kiss on my lips.

“Why me?” I had to ask stupidly again anyway.

“I’ve been asking myself that question ever since I was told I was going to die in six months,” she replied.

Now I moved in to kiss her. “I am in with you on this,” I said, holding a hand to the side of her face.

“Let’s get her,” my companion replied almost predatorily.

— — — — —

Soon, I was walking down a quieter street in another district, arm in arm with two beautiful women . . . and they actually both preferred the subway over driving. It had all been so utterly simple, as my companion, whose name turned out to be Tracey, just walked up to the redhead, Alicia, with me in tow and said, “Hi, I’m terminal with Bone Cancer. It’s not contagious, but I’m looking to share a ménage à trois with my friend here before I check out for good, and wondered if you’d be interested. We’re both drug and S.T.D. free,” she finished, looking at me as I could only nod in agreement.

To my continued astonishment, Alicia agreed, saying later as we approached Tracey’s apartment, “I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve always been curious.”

“Neither have we,” our bald hostess replied. “In fact, my friend and I here—”

“Michael,” I interjected.

“Michael,” she smiled, glancing at me, “just met tonight ourselves. We’re all novices. That’s what’ll make this fun.”

“I-I don’t have protection,” I hesitantly added, spotting a convenience store down the street a ways.

“I didn’t think our guy would,” Tracey replied, patting her handbag. “Got everything we’ll need, including lube and oils, right here.”

We then entered Tracey’s building. “Want to stay healthy ‘til the end,” she said as her excuse for walking right past the elevators.

“Tracey,” I replied as I moved to open the stairway door for her, “I admire you. I just gotta say that.”

“Me, too,” Alicia added.

“Guys,” Tracey said, briefly looking down, “tonight, I want to forget I’m dying . . . for a little while. I want to find friends, maybe a little lovin’, and definitely some memorable sex and orgasms, okay?”

“We’re gonna make it a night to enjoy, right Alicia?” I smiled.

“You got it,” our redhead agreed, “both of you.”

“I knew I picked the right partners here!” Tracey smiled as we almost raced up a couple flights of stairs, not letting her fall behind though.

No sooner were all three of us inside the door of Tracey’s apartment, than the two women and I embraced, starting to share passionate kisses as our hands probed along each other’s backs for ways to begin removing clothing.

I just let myself go now, not hesitating to remove a strap of Tracey’s little black dress off her right shoulder as Alicia proceeded to remove the left strap. Tracey moved a hand to unzip Alicia’s burgundy strapless dress, causing it to fall to the floor as the redhead then stepped out of it, revealing her unrestrained, slightly hanging breasts with their pale nipples and her red satin panties which hinted at her orange-furred crotch beneath.

“Oooo, she looks good enough to eat, doesn’t she, Michael?” Tracey enthused, now dressed only in a white strapless bra and panties herself. Before I could agree though, “We need to be undressing our guy,” our bald-headed hostess decided. “To the couch for him!”

I just put my hands around each lady’s bared back and allowed myself to be escorted over to a plush brown couch, and sat down on it. I managed to unclasp Tracey’s bra with one hand, allowing it to fall away, revealing her more modest breasts with dark and protruding nipples, before I sat back and allowed both the bald and the redhead to unbutton and peel away my grey sport jacket and black shirt. Both almost nude females then attacked my grey slacks, unzipping them and peeling both the slacks and my black boxers away.

“God it’s been a while since I’ve had good cock,” Alicia sighed as she gazed for the first time at my not insubstantial flaccid manhood.

“Then you take him first,” Tracey offered as both women dropped to their knees on the carpet, beginning to admire my already stirring circumcised cock more closely.

“Naw, Trace,” the redhead replied as both of them now fondled my cock and ballsac between them, while peeling my pants the rest of the way down my partly spread legs, “this is your party. You take him and cum first.”

“Since I’ll be wearing condoms,” I added, “why not ‘double-bag’ me? I’ll last longer . . . maybe long enough for both of you.”

“We want you to feel something, too, Mike,” Tracey smiled as she took a first appreciative suck on my penis. “We want you to feel us.”

Tracey then moved herself up my body, drawing me into a deep kiss as Alicia went to work on my manhood, aggressively sucking it deeply into her mouth.

“Ladies . . .” I sighed deeply, throwing my head back in utter bliss as both women went to work on priming me. Tracey was now kissing and kneading my lightly haired chest while Alicia’s red head bobbed over my crotch. I rubbed them both with profound appreciation as they feasted themselves upon me.

“Tracey gets fucked first!” the redhead then called, swiftly moving over onto her before our bald hostess could react. “Let’s prime her.”

“Awww, guys,” Tracey now sighed as Alicia and I rolled her onto her back against the couch, removing her white panties and beginning to kiss and probe her body between us.

“You’re good,” I briefly admired to the redhead working next to me as she didn’t hesitate beginning to nurse and suck at Tracey’s left breast.

“It’s what I like being done to me. This is fun,” Alicia replied between kissing and tonguing the swelling dark nipple in front of her. I gave the redhead an appreciative rub down her bare back, slipping my hand under her red panties, prying and sweeping them down off her hips before giving her a probing feel with my fingers down her asscrack, causing Alicia to quiver and break out in gooseflesh, while I turned to resume feasting at Tracey’s succulent right breast and nipple.

“How good do you suck cunt?” Alicia then boldly asked me as Tracey sighed beneath us both.

“You wanna try?” I innocently offered. The redhead then slipped herself down Tracey’s abdomen, trailing licks and kisses all the way, while I moved up to embrace our hostess’ shoulders and bald head, kissing her deeply once more as I angled her body to lie flat on the couch now.

“Ohh GAAWWDD,” Tracey moaned as her body strained beneath us, one leg rising and almost gripping itself over the top of the couch while the redhead skilfully sucked and fingered the bald woman’s hairless sex, burying her nose into Tracey’s mound, as Tracey gripped and kissed me fiercely. Our receiver's body was soon quaking, her nipples becoming rock-hard as she was seized by her first orgasm of the evening.

“Okay, she’s ready,” Alicia finally noted, emerging from between Tracey’s upturned legs with her mouth and chin dripping wet. “Let me prime you again and slip your condom on . . . just one though,” she smiled.

Tracey was practically tearing up with joy, laying sprawled on the couch recovering her breath from her climax as I moved my body above our bald hostess to mount myself into her, while Alicia managed to angle her head under me and fellatio my cock back to full erection. It was wonderfully erotic, having to hold myself poised there above the sofa, able to only gaze at one nude woman spreading herself wide before me while another sucked and fondled my loins from underneath.

Finally satisfied with my erection, Alicia then positioned my hips closer between Tracey’s splayed legs. The redhead’s hands had now sheathed my cock snugly in a red translucent and ridged condom, as I felt those same hands guide my prepared manhood and hips towards Tracey’s still sopping cuntlips under me.

There it was . . . even through the latex. That feeling of a woman’s welcoming, even grasping tight vaginal maw as I slid myself forward into Tracey. I began thrusting steadily into her, trying to pace myself, before rising up off my fuckmate on my arms, admiring her bald beauty again.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I invited to Alicia though, feeling her moving off to one side on the carpet.

“I’ve just never seen two other people fuck before,” the redhead admired, kneeling next to us.

“Hold me as he fucks me,” Tracey invited to our companion. I now helped Tracey rise up with one arm while maintaining my stroking rhythm into her as Alicia moved onto the couch and Tracey relaxed her upper body against the redhead. Alicia took Tracey’s bald head and shoulders into a passionate embrace from behind against the redhead’s pale breasts. The women kissed each other hard as I embraced my free left arm around Alicia’s freckled shoulders, kissing and sucking my way from her warm, reddened ear down her neck, feeling her kissing Tracey deeply in turn. We three now seemed to move as one, gently writhing together against one another — hands grasping and kneading flesh and skin beneath them, as tongues probed and mouths kissed and sucked.

Feeling not very close to orgasm myself at the moment, I picked up my pace into Tracey beneath me, my loins beginning to gently slap against hers, causing her to moan and her left hand to appreciatively massage and grip my right asscheek.

“Make her cum, Michael,” Alicia said as we both focused on the bald woman I was gently pummelling with my pelvis.

Alicia and I continued embracing Tracey front and back as I maintained my rhythmic thrusting into her. “Ohh God,” Tracey soon moaned as Alicia cradled her against her breasts, “Ohhh God . . . I’m cumming.”

“Not yet. Hold it,” I gently urged as I fucked her hard.

“Build it, Trace,” the redhead encouraged as well.

“I’m good! I’m good! I’m good! GAAAWWWD I AM SOOOO GOOOOOOOOODD!” our bald companion cried out as her body shook in ecstatic orgasm, her legs and arms wrapping themselves hard around my torso as I strained to continue moving myself into her. Alicia and I rocked Tracey between us, holding her tightly as our recipient broke down in tears.

“It’s okay,” I gently assured, holding both Tracey and Alicia close.

“You guys,” Tracey sniffed, “ . . . you’re so good to me for this.”

“Hey, we’re havin’ fun, too,” the redhead softly encouraged.

“Alicia, it’s your turn to be fucked now,” Tracey said, trying to recover herself. “And you cum in her, okay, Michael?”

“Well,” I sighed, “as best as I tried to hold it, I prematurely came with you. It just kind of happened so quick, I didn’t get a chance to enjoy it.”

“That I can fix,” the redhead now assured, moving from behind Tracey.

“Female fuckpile on Michael!” Tracey gleefully called out.

“Gals,” I sighed with a huge smile as they now pushed me back against the couch, “you’re too good!”

“We’re just all too good with each other, right?” Tracey proposed.

“Right!” Alicia and I agreed as both the redhead and Tracey positioned themselves in front of me again, unsheathing and fellating my flagging cock back to life. The sensation of two feminine mouths and tongues working each side of my cockshaft and head as their hands worked over the rest of my gently haired crotch and abdomen just drove me wild.

“God, Tracey,” I sighed deeply. “I want this in Heaven. Could you put in a word for us all when you get there.”

“You got it!” Tracey assured in between licks of my reviving penis. “Mike,” she then paused, “and Alicia . . . thanks for facing this with me, even joking about it. I need that.”

The redhead and I moved to embrace Tracey again as I slid off the sofa, holding her quietly for a moment as I wrapped my legs around Tracey, pressing my cock against her side. I could have body-fucked her right like that, even felt like it, causing a second orgasm to begin gently swelling within my loins.

“Uh oh,” Tracey now sniffed, “I can feel Mike’s cock starting to throb against me. He’s even humping me some.”

“Guilty,” I laughed, kissing her and allowing myself to hump my penis against her side even harder.

“Give it to Alicia,” Tracey reminded me however.

“Mike,” the redhead then said, sitting back on the carpet, “can I trust you?”

“Yes,” I said. “Why?”

“You wanna fuck me raw?” she then invited leaning further back on the carpet and spreading her legs, exposing her orange haired pussy. “I’m on a pill . . . to regulate my periods, as much as hoping to get fucked.”

“You can trust me, Alicia,” I assured. “I’m a blood donor, and I intend to keep donating.”

“Well, you can trust me, too then,” she said, lying all the way back now. “Come on in. Servicing both of you has made me sooo horny.”

“Alicia,” I sighed, “I owe you.” I then moved over the splayed redhead, allowing Tracey this time to position and guide my naked cock into our friend as I plunged it forward into my second cunt of the evening.

“You don’t mind if I really fuck her, do you, Tracey?” I asked out of a feeling of politeness.

“I would expect nothing less,” our bald companion assured, “and like Alicia, I wanna see it. So fuck her good!”

“Aaalllright!” I enthused as I laid myself down upon the redhead and her luscious, ample breasts with their pale nipples, taking her into my embrace as her arms and legs wrapped themselves around my body and I began to fuck her with abandon.

“Go, Mike! Go Allie!” Tracey cheered, now moving to embrace my back from on top. “Ride! Fuck each other!”

Once again, we were all humping together, this time on the carpet.

I pounded myself into Alicia’s body as sweat poured among the three of us. Ohh, the feeling of my cock against her slick, warm, tight vaginal walls was heaven itself — one I didn’t want to leave. This redhead now moved to kiss me, even claim me as a lover. With Tracey riding herself against my back, I was conflicted about Alicia’s kiss, but I decided to accept it, kissing her back hard.

Now my cock was surging within her, my second orgasm rising.

“I wanna cum,” I gasped against Alicia.

“Cum,” she invited.

I just released my brakes, exploding myself into her body as jets of my thick cum spewed into her cuntal recesses. God what a release. Tracey continued to lay atop both Alicia and I, grinding her body against my back.

“Did . . . Did you cum?” I asked the redhead I was embedded within as I now lay panting on top of her.

“I want you both to make me cum,” she sighed. “Stuff my cunt with fingers from each of you.”

Tracey and I then laid ourselves either side of Alicia as we then each took a hand, inserting a couple fingers into the opened blossom of her welcoming vaginal lips amid the warm, wet ooze of my semen and Alicia’s vaginal fluids that was dribbling from them. Tracey and I began to jointly pump our fingers together into the redhead’s womanhood as we moved against her to share three-way kisses and tongues. We all moaned as Alicia’s orgasm now surged within her, her body writhing between ours. Tracey and I finger-fucked Alicia all the harder now, pinning our redheaded lover’s body to the carpet as she began climaxing, her legs and arms straining beneath the two of us as her cuntal muscles spasmed, forcefully ejecting her juices past our fingers that remained embedded and probing within her. Tracey and I maintained our fast-paced manual stroking into Alicia’s pulsating vaginal maw, orgasm after orgasm surging through her amid her guttural cries until she begged us to stop.

We three then lay spent on the carpet, catching our breaths — our bodies drenched in sweat and the aroma of sex hanging thickly in the air among us. I just buried my face against the side of Alicia’s head and hair, inhaling her sultry, womanly bouquet, kissing her ear in gratitude and causing her to shudder once more.

I felt Tracey extend a hand across Alicia’s abdomen to gratefully caress my slickened right flank and hip. “Do you guys have to go tonight?” our bald hostess asked.

“No,” I breathed. “I’d like to stay.”

Alicia just turned to give Tracey a slow, probing, simmering kiss as her response.

I turned to wrap myself from the side around Alicia and Tracey’s embracing bodies and join in their rekindling sexual passion, but I realized it was their moment this time as Alicia simply moved on top of Tracey, dominantly spreading Tracey’s legs with hers as she began to quietly rub their sopping mounds together, tribadally fucking her as they kissed.

“Michael,” the redhead asked as she steadily thrust herself upon the woman beneath her, “would you provide me the cock to fuck Tracey with?”

I then moved to kneel behind both pairs of spread feminine legs and flexing, hungry pussies as they moved against each other. I teased Alicia’s pair of wet, flowering cuntlips with my cockhead first, before brushing it against Tracey’s pussylips underneath as each woman moaned in response.

“Please fuck me,” Tracey quietly but urgently asked. “I can’t conceive anyway now. Just fuck me, both of you.”

I then loaned Alicia my penis as I inserted it, raw, into Tracey while the redhead laid on top of her, making deep, passionate love as their bodies moved together. I grabbed a couch pillow, placing it under Tracey’s gently gyrating hips to gain deeper penetration into her, while I pressed my gently haired pubis against and almost into Alicia’s equally grasping maw, its soft flesh reaching for even the root of my cock as I worked my manhood against both pussies. Having each already spent ourselves in earlier orgasms, this was lovemaking all three of us could now sustain . . . slowly, steadily . . . for some time. Pleasuring one another had become meaningful, even profound, as the two women and I continued to copulate together in that dimly lit living room.

This would be more than just a one-night stand among us now.

Alicia decided to keep her apartment across town, but continued to visit and stay overnight frequently. But once I confessed my employment status to Tracey, she decided that I would be immediately cancelling my own apartment lease and moving in with her.

“It’s not like it’s a forever commitment,” she shrugged the very next morning as we all three shared breakfast around her small dining table, still in the nude.

“You know,” I said, “and forgive me, Alicia, but Tracey . . . I honestly might not mind if it was. This is unlike anything I’ve ever known.”

“I don’t know if you quite want to be doing that, Mike,” our bald companion cautioned. “I’ve got a few more things on my bucket list yet before I kick it . . . including fucking a black man — you may not want to be around for that — and taking two guys at the same time. I would like you around for that though, as well as helping me pick the second guy to do it with.”

— — — — —

I can’t tell you how Tracey’s fucking with the black stud she picked went, as she asked Alicia to host me that night instead. I could easily imagine it though . . . his dark, muscular flesh pressed against her almost ghostly white body, his massive ebony manhood plunging deep past her silky pink pussylips as they sucked and gripped the pistoning invader hard, refusing to let go . . .

“Mike?” Alicia said, pausing from sucking my cock as we lay on her bed. “You distracted?”

“H-How could you tell?” I wondered.

“That you’re still looking out the window might be one giveaway,” my redheaded companion said warmly, still pumping my saliva-slickened cock with her hand to maintain my erection. “It’s about Trace, isn’t it?”

“She deserves her dream of fucking a black stud,” I noted, with surprisingly mixed feelings.

Alicia now slid up next to me with warm understanding, even empathy, just holding me.

“Thanks,” I said, turning to hold her as well.

She then just silently turned onto her back, drawing me on top of her nicely freckled body and taking me into a deep kiss.

I didn’t question or hesitate as I just moved the penis she had lovingly prepared, brushing it against her furred mound before sliding it down and in, past her wet, welcoming pussylips.

“You’re feeling like home,” I quietly sighed, kissing her ear as I settled myself snugly inside her for a relaxed fuck.

“I’m glad I feel like home to you,” Alicia warmly replied as she wrapped her body around me from underneath, hooking her legs together at the ankles around mine as her arms rubbed firmly along my back while I began to move myself against her torso, thrusting my cock steadily inside of her.

I held Alicia gratefully for a moment as I closed my eyes, savoring her and what she was sharing and doing for me.

I wanted to express my feelings physically now, to pour it on for her. I felt her soft, pliant breasts moving with my chest against them as I began fucking her more intensely. I rose up on my arms briefly amid our increasing thrusting as I enjoyed watching her breasts being forced up and down faster and faster along her chest while I pounded myself into her, our loins now clapping together like a pair of hands. Alicia arched her head back on the bed pillows, her mouth open, her eyes closed in growing ecstasy as her hands reached down, clawing into my asscheeks urging me onward into her . . . deeper, harder, faster.

I just bore down into this redhead, hammering her body with mine as I gave her my all, holding her tightly as she clamped her limbs even more powerfully around me. My whole being then shuddered, cumming inside her, spurting powerful jets of my seed as I felt her cuntal walls spasm and contract around my exploding cock, bathing it in a flood of combined juices.

Alicia and I kept rocking one another gratefully in bed afterwards, neither of us wanting to uncouple. I just rolled her over on top of me as I reached to draw the covers over both of us, just as we were. She laid her forehead gently against my left ear as I felt her body relaxing completely on mine. Soon, we were falling asleep that way — still mounted with each other, still coupled.

No matter what happened now, I was ‘off the market’. I would no longer be searching for female companionship, and definitely not needing Nate’s social services . . . except for one thing.

— — — — —

“You’re serious,” Nate said as I met him for coffee after he got off work one evening.

“As I said, Tracey has terminal cancer,” I reiterated. “Having a ménage à trois with two guys is one of the few things left she really wants to experience before she dies. And, as you’ve had me in with you and two girls once before . . . you’re the only guy I’d feel anywhere near comfortable fucking her with. Besides, your cock’s bigger than mine, so I know she’d enjoy that. And I know you proudly keep yourself disease-free . . . despite how many women you fuck.”

“Well,” he sighed, “it sounds a little kinky, even for me — I prefer touching just girls when I fuck, healthy ones at that. But for your girlfriend, and ‘cause you’re a good guy in setting this up for her . . . I’ll do it.”

Alicia decided to bow out though, once she heard who our guest was.

“Was he that taller guy I saw you coming into the club with?” she asked me a couple mornings later as Tracey and I shared breakfast with her after the three of us had enjoyed another satisfying sleepover.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Uhh . . . Nate and I have known each other before — far back as high school,” Alicia then noted. “I think I was about the second or third notch in his now lengthy bedpost, and as much as I love you guys, I just don’t care for a repeat with him. It was one reason you both found me standing off in the corner of the dance floor the night we met — trying to avoid him. Besides, Trace, you should be enjoying the full attention of both men without me getting in the way.”

“We’ll make it up to you, Allie,” I assured.

“You already have been, both of you,” she smiled, warmly clasping my hand across the table.

That evening, Nate came to the apartment I shared with Tracey, even gallantly bringing a bouquet of flowers for her. She was already set up, relaxing in her favorite dark blue wrap-around dress on the couch. Tracey didn’t have much strength to stand or walk anymore, and she was looking more tired and even paler as well. But bald, she was still beautiful, even alluring. Nate just suavely sat down on the couch with her as a gentleman, treating her as the sexiest lady there was, while I cooked for us all. Being Tracey’s caregiver, cook, and manservant, as well as lover, was how I was paying my share of the rent at the moment.

“So, Mike told me you have an even bigger cock than he does,” I overheard Tracey say while I continued to cook stir-fry.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” Nate replied with surprise.

“I can’t afford to,” she replied as I noticed her reaching to caress his clothed crotch. “And there are no secrets here, alright? . . . Mike,” she then called to me, “why don’t you come on over. I want sex first, as if I eat before that, I might upchuck on both of you.”

“Tracey, I’m sorry,” Nate said with empathy.

“I don’t even have time for sorry anymore, okay?” she replied. “I just wanna fuck . . . while I can,” she sniffed.

Nate then moved in without reservation for their first passionate kiss as I walked around the kitchen counter to join them, just leaving everything to cool now.

“Uhh . . . sorry, Mike,” Nate apologized, backing away from Tracey a little. “She’s yours of course.”

“Not at all,” I assured, taking a seat on Tracey’s left side. “You’re the main attraction tonight. She wants you first.”

“I want both of you,” she assured. “And that includes priming the life out of me.”

“Yes m’am,” Nate and I replied, turning towards her. We took turns kissing her, but she shifted her head just enough to where Nate’s lips brushed the side of mine. Amazingly, he didn’t pull away, and neither did I. Both our male hands then proceeded to unwrap Tracey’s dress from her otherwise nude body as Nate and I kissed her neck and then migrated down her chest to each take and suck at a breast and nipple. Nate liked to use his large tongue to take broader swirls than I could around a woman’s breast, spiraling in until he was pressing it deeply into the areola and teat itself. I just contented myself with being more of a gnawer and sucker, taking as much of Tracey’s left breast into my wide-open mouth as I could before letting it fall back out, my teeth raking across its smooth skin.

Nate and I then got up, beginning to undress ourselves before . . . “Could you undress each other?” Tracey asked. “It’s something I’ve always wanted to see guys do.”

I just gave Nate a kind of wincing look.

“The things I do for friends,” he sighed, fortunately with a smile.

I proceeded to unbutton his dark blue shirt first, making sure Tracey could see everything as she now rested nude, lying back on the couch, before I peeled Nate’s shirt off his slender, waxed torso, then moving to unbuckle his khaki slacks.

“Sorry, bud,” I hesitated.

“Hey,” he assured, “you seem to be a good caregiver with Tracey. I might have you do this again for me, when I get really old and frail . . . at least to help me keep fucking younger women.”

Tracey just smiled as I now felt comfortable enough with Nate’s joking to move closer to him, peeling his slacks and black boxers down and exposing his massive, flaccid manhood, sheathed in its foreskin with close-cropped black hair around it, before I let his pants drop to the floor. Meanwhile he was unbuttoning my maroon shirt, exposing my slightly hairier chest, before his hands moved against the skin of my loins to unbutton the grey slacks I was wearing. My entire crotch quivered at the touch of his fingers as they moved to peel down my own black boxers. I could feel the musky warmth radiating from his body against my own, before he let my pants and underwear drop to the floor as well, his fingers lingering on my bared hips before he stepped back.

“And you honestly told her my cock’s bigger,” Nate said, as we both looked down at our exposed manhoods now.

“Well, I always thought it was,” I shrugged as we continued to stand naked right in front of each other.

“Guys,” we heard Tracey say. We both turned to see her with her legs spread, fingering her already slickening pussy.

“Um . . . right,” Nate and I said as we each stepped out of our pants, shedding our own shoes and socks as well before turning our attentions back towards our female companion.

“Okay,” Tracey then said. “I fuck Mike practically every night, so Nate, I want you lying on the sofa. Mike’s gonna help me prime and mount you, and then he gets to take me in the ass for the first time.”

“Just don’t suck my cock, please, pal?” Nate requested to me.

“That’s her job,” I assured, “and she’s very good at it. I just get to help her move around.”

Nate then settled himself onto the sofa on Tracey’s right side as she then turned herself to feast at his torso and worship his still nervous and flaccid penis. I just sat behind her, my hands on either side of her waist, ready to help her move her body down his if she seemed to want me to. I now watched the woman I cared for kiss and then nurse at another man’s cock. It was a strange, but erotic sight that was arousing me as well — her mouth moving up and down over that swelling organ as her hand held its root firmly. Tracey slowly licked, sucked and even seemed to swallow Nate’s manhood in all its thickly veined glory as it visibly enlarged under her intimate ministrations, arching like a ripening banana. Nate was now letting his head fall back over the arm of the couch as his hands instinctively gripped Tracey’s bald head, his loins beginning to rise and fall, gently counterfucking her mouth as she nursed at his erection.

I now contented myself with going down on Tracey, trailing kisses along her smooth back first before turning onto my back and urging her hips upwards so that I could move my face directly under her glistening, hairless pussy. I brought her pelvis down on me, her smooth mound smothering my nose as I tilted my head back so that my mouth, tongue and jaw could feed directly at Tracey’s vaginal maw. I both heard and felt her sigh deeply as she continued to feast upon Nate’s now massive and erect penis while I sucked and worked at Tracey’s pussy folds. Tracey was even reaching a hand down under her abdomen to appreciatively stroke her fingers through my hair — her way of letting me know I was doing good.

“Okay, I wanna fuck now, guys,” I then heard and felt her say. I withdrew myself, turning again and helping her to lift herself onto Nate as he held his cock upright at the ready for Tracey to plunge her cunt onto. Again I watched with fascination as Tracey eased her spread loins down on Nate’s hardened penis, seeing it slide inch by inch up inside between her vaginal lips as they embraced their latest invader. Tracey then fell upon Nate as she tried to angle her body over his for fucking while I moved to help her.

“It’s okay,” she assured, rising up again over Nate and beginning to hump him. “Get my ass ready now, you good cunt-sucker . . . then fuck it.”

“Anything you say, Trace,” I smiled, wetting two fingers of my right hand, before rimming them in a small spiral around her puckered sphincter as Nate’s cock moved in and out of her cuntlips less than an inch further below. I then inserted one finger through her anus as Tracey drew a sharp breath, sawing that finger around, working her sphincter as the rest of her hips and body continued slowly gyrating. Nate was now helping her fuck him by grabbing and moving her hips firmly with his hands. Inserting a second finger past Tracey’s anal ring, I then twisted them, widening her asshole further as I added more saliva with the fingers of my other hand. When I was able to sink my two right fingers in up to their roots, Tracey’s ass was ready for me. I liberally greased my own cock with lube using one hand before moving over Tracey and Nate as they fucked, about to join in myself. I felt and saw Tracey quiver as I ran my greased penile head up and down her asscrack a couple times before pressing it against her opened sphincter. I pushed my cock harder as its red, swollen head then plopped past Tracey’s anal ring, and I bore myself slowly deeper into her rectal passage as Nate and Tracey maintained their primal rhythm.

“Aahhh,” Tracey grimaced between Nate and I as we both now fucked ourselves into her nether recesses.

“You okay, Trace?” I asked.

“I am sooo fucking good right now,” she grunted. “Fuck me, both you bastards. Fuck me like your shared bitch!”

I then continued to push my cock even deeper into her, feeling something equally as hard as my cock, through what felt like less than an inch of flesh.

“I’m feeling you, Mike,” Nate said as we both now tried to match our rhythmic fucking of the woman between us, “both your cock in her, and your legs as well.”

“Can’t help it,” I smiled as even our cockroots and ballsacs began touching and thrusting together. I leaned further over Tracey’s back as she lay upon Nate. I just fucked them both now.

The woman between us was now consumed in an excruciating bliss as I began pounding my loins against and into her ass. My cock had never been so tightly embraced by feminine flesh in my life. I relished it all — fucking her, feeling Nate’s cock inside her, even his hairy legs that were now wrapping around mine, drawing me further into our collective lovemaking. I spread my legs even harder against both of theirs, pushing myself the last inch into Tracey’s ass, right to the cockroot. My penis was now firmly lodged inside her, Tracey’s anal ring and assflesh moving in lockstep with each thrust I made.

As we had with Alicia, Tracey and I now fucked with Nate together as one; blurring the lines between fuckers and fuckee, even between genders and sexual orientations.

“Cum you bastards, cum!” Tracey moaned between us as Nate and I hammered her with increasing primal ferocity. “Flood my fuckin’ belly with your sperm!”

She now collapsed again, embracing Nate and kissing him passionately as I felt both their bodies begin to quiver and then convulse beneath me. I now collapsed myself on top of Tracey, passionately kissing the back of her bald head and neck as my body began to quake as well, my own seed exploding from my loins, bathing Tracey’s rectal passage with milky surges.

“OOOHHHH FUUUUUUUCCCKKK!” Tracey cried out between Nate and I before her cries of orgasm became whimpers.

We all just lay in a sated heap on top of one another on that couch, breathing hard as our climactic spasms and twitches subsided.

“Nate,” Tracey said softly, continuing to appreciatively share kisses with him, “would you stay with us tonight? None of my lovers leaves until after breakfast. I won’t force you to make out with Mike though — even though as a gal, I’d love to see it.”

“I’ll kiss you as much as you want,” Nate assured, “even sleep with you both . . . just on the opposite side of you from him.”

“Sure you wouldn’t try a kiss?” I casually queried with a smile. “After all, your legs are wrapped around mine, and our balls and cocks are touching. And we do like seeing our gals kiss, don’t we? It’s only fair.”

“Oh, alright. For Tracey,” Nate sighed as he and I craned our necks past Tracey’s head. She watched with delight as I now laid one right on Nate’s surprisingly smooth lips, kissing him hard, even moving my left hand behind his head. Tracey then joined in as well, murmuring, “Mmmm, hmmm!” in hearty approval and appreciation.

— — — — —

Unfortunately, Tracey was sick during the night. “Sorry for ruining things, guys,” she apologized as we both helped her.

The next morning, I saw Nate lying awake while Tracey was still sleeping between us. I just pointed to him, then to myself, sensually rubbing my hands together like two people making out, then pointing to her.

Nate gave me a reluctant look, but silently got out of bed anyway as I got up and walked around to his side. Standing before him, I looked over his waxed, toned body and long, dangling cock before moving to embrace him, kissing him deeply. He seemed to accept me as we began moving our bodies together, our swelling cocks intertwining and probing between each other’s legs. While smelling different and musky, his was still a warm, sensual human body.

“Traaaceeey,” I then said as Nate and I ground ourselves against each other while he kissed my ear and neck, getting more into it now. “Wake up. Nate and I have a surprise for you . . .”

“Ohh, guys . . .” Tracey now breathlessly admired opening her eyes. As Nate and I continued to kiss and move against each other, she was soon pulling the covers down, beginning to spread her legs and finger her pussy as she continued to watch us eagerly.

Even though he was taller, I now took and laid Nate down on the bed beside Tracey, getting onto him and humping my cock against his as he compliantly spread and wrapped his legs around me. This felt so forbidden, yet so utterly erotic. I embraced his body beneath me, kissing him hard as our cocks rubbed and I built towards a deeper, more throbbing climax than I had ever known. Overwhelming convulsions swept through me as my penis fired Herculean shots of sperm between our tightly pressed male bodies. I then arched up, bracing myself on my arms just as I felt Nate’s loins beginning to pulsate fiercely against mine. His rock-hard cock then jetted equally mammoth spurts of milky cum that Tracey could see arcing and splattering far up both our male abdomens. I dropped down on Nate’s ripped and now lubricated chest, kissing him hard as he kissed me right back.

“Wow . . . guys . . .” Tracey sighed with a gratified smile lying next to us, clearly feeling better. “Thank you, so very much. That is the most erotic sight I have ever seen! Could I have all that male protein for breakfast? I think I could keep it down.”

Nate and I just smiled as I rolled off and lay next to him, allowing Tracey to move over us and appreciatively lick up every drop of cum from our loins to our chests.

“Just don’t tell our friends,” Nate requested as we laid together side by side while Tracey cleaned us, “ . . . especially any gal I sleep with.”

“I think women would like it,” Tracey admired with a broad smile as she licked us. “This is the single hottest thing I have ever seen Mike do.”

We guys just smiled. Tracey was worth it. Even Nate could see that.

— — — — —

That was Tracey’s last big sexual fling though. She would encourage Alicia and I in our lovemaking, even watching in bed right beside us as we continued to aggressively go at it for her, putting on the best hardcore live shows we could — sixty-nining, ass-fucking, including my ass with Alicia wearing a strap-on dildo . . . everything.

But before long, Tracey no longer cared about sex. She just wanted to be held.

Alicia and I now gave Tracey hospice care at home, working with her doctors and educating ourselves as to what she needed, and making sure she was as comfortable as possible.

“Mike? Allie?” Tracey murmured one night as Alicia and I gently held her between us. “You’re staying together after me . . . getting married for real, right?”

“We are,” Alicia promised. “You were there when Mike proposed . . . gave us both rings, remember?”

“With an advance from my estate,” Tracey smiled, briefly holding up her left hand and glancing at the small diamond ring I had given her.

“Hey,” I mildly objected, “I have two interviews lined up, thanks to Nate. New job’s coming soon.”

“As soon as I’m out of the way,” Tracey murmured. “But Mike,” she then said, “thanks for marrying both of us . . . even if it couldn’t be real.”

“It’s real to me, my wife, and to Allie as well,” I gently assured, as Alicia and I both caressed her. “You will always be part of us, Tracey. Allie and I owe you everything. We wouldn’t have met—”

“Or fucked,” Allie warmly interjected.

“ . . . If it wasn’t for you, Trace,” I finished.

“Thanks for the ride guys,” our bald companion sighed. “You’ve become my family . . . Grew up in foster care, didn’t know parents or relatives. Thank God I made a small mint on Wall Street while I was working.”

Tracey hadn’t shared that with us before. I glanced at Allie. She just looked at me with sadness.

“If I wasn’t dying here,” Tracey continued, “I wouldn’t have gotten up the nerve to ask for a fuck from either of you . . . wish I could live now . . .” she sniffed in tears.

Alicia and I just held her, quietly crying as well.

“It’s okay, Tracey,” I finally sniffed, pressing my head against the side of hers. It was all I could say.

“Sleep . . . like normal,” she now mumbled in a whisper.

“’Night, Trace,” Alicia said, giving her a slow, opened mouthed kiss, still allowing Tracey to breathe through her mouth as she needed to.

“’Night, Tracey,” I echoed, kissing her cheek. “We love you.”

“Love you, too,” our bald companion quietly sighed. “Sleep together though . . . need room to get up, when I go.”

Sniffling with a slight smile, Allie got up and walked counter-clockwise around the foot of the bed. She then got back in on my side, spooning closely in front of me as I extended my left arm under her neck and across her front, embracing and soothing her. Alicia reached past me though, patting Tracey’s abdomen one more time behind us. I could just feel Tracey reaching and giving Allie’s hand a squeeze before letting go.

I turned one more time to look at Tracey.

“You’re Allie’s now,” she murmured, looking at me.

“Keep an eye on us, okay?” I asked as tears silently fell from my eyes while I took and squeezed her left hand.

“Watch you fuck . . . all the time,” she pledged in a mumble. “Make ‘em good.”

“We will,” I said. “I love you, Tracey,” I then assured, giving her one more kiss on the lips.

“Love Allie now,” she whispered, “ . . . with all you are.”

I closed my eyes, nodding silently with tears before I slowly lay on my back as Alicia rolled towards me. Neither of us could sleep or talk. We could only hold each other and watch over our friend, lover, and companion as I held Tracey’s hand, while Alicia reached across me to rest a hand on her left arm. Somehow our eyes closed though, and rest found us.

— — — — —

Tracey passed peacefully in her sleep beside us that night.

Allie and I formally married in a quiet beachfront ceremony out on Long Island a few days later, inviting just a few close friends and relatives. Nate was my best man, and Alicia did warm up to him . . . a little. There was just a minimal reception afterward though in a small pavilion off the beach. Allie and I didn’t feel like partying.

But there was one portion of our wedding we wanted to perform in private. After the others had left, the two of us opened an urn, scattering Tracey’s ashes into the Atlantic that evening at the water’s edge amid the orange glow of sunset. Going into all this, love and marriage hadn’t been anything either Alicia or I had expected. But our affection for each other was now genuine, and has continued to grow.

“Thank you, Trace,” I quietly said, holding my redheaded wife tightly from behind while the last of our lover’s ashes flew out of the urn upon the quietly washing surf. There on that beach, Allie and I resolved that together, we would be the lasting expression of Tracey’s love of life, and lust for it, too. It was Alicia and myself, with Tracey watching over us . . . and always would be.

We’ve lived in Tracey’s apartment ever since, putting a large ceiling mirror over our bed . . . just to give us the same view that Trace herself has likely been enjoying, seeing us fuck in all sorts of positions.

“I don’t quite know how we’re going to explain that mirror to our kid,” I sighed one morning glancing up at it as I stroked Allie’s now pregnant abdomen after I had dry-humped and cummed against her left hip from the side, while bringing her to a gentle orgasm with a hand job. I then moved down her body though to enjoy my new habit for the time being, savoring some of my wife’s rich breast milk as my morning beverage as I nursed at her left teat, gently drawing her creamy nectar in before swallowing it.

“Hey, leave some of that for our kid,” Allie gently chided me as her left hand nonetheless warmly stroked the back of my head while I drank from her body.

“You’ll make more,” I replied, glancing up at her with a smile as some of her white milk dribbled off her nipple and down the mound of her breast beneath my mouth. Allie then looked up at us in our mirror, smiling as she saw herself nude and pregnant, having just fed her husband with her life-giving essence.

“We’ll simply say this mirror is a reminder our angel is watching us,” my wife decided as she continued to enjoy our reflection. “We just don’t have to mention what she’s watching us do . . . until the kid grows up anyway. Now make me cum again, bigger this time. I’m more than ready to induce labor here, however I can.”

“Sure thing, Allie. Let’s orgasm this kid right out,” I said, moving down to spread her legs and give her some real cunnigulus. “Feel free to help out here, Trace,” I invited, as my mouth and tongue set to work against Allie’s orange furred pussy.

“Ohh, God you’re good,” my wife sighed, her hands clutching the sheets either side of her as I sucked at her cuntal folds, drawing her hood and clitoris into my mouth, while two of my fingers gently worked into her, hooked upward against her walnut-textured G-spot, stroking it just right. Soon, I was being rewarded as Allie continued to moan while her hips bucked and her thighs clamped tightly around my head. Her cunt was spewing much more of her vaginal fluids than usual however, drenching my face as I gasped for air. I knew we’d be changing the bed sheets, even the mattress topper, after this.

“OOOOHHHHH!” my wife now grimaced, her entire body writhing on our bed. “It’s coming!” she cried out.

“Yeah,” I encouraged as I continued to orally attack and manually stroke inside her sex, seeking to prolong this powerful orgasm for her . . . as my probing fingers now felt something new. It was hard and round and had hair on it.

“The baby,” Allie cried out, her orgasm now transforming directly into the throws of labor. “It’s coming!”

“Let it come,” I now gently encouraged, moving up beside my wife to give her a kiss as she looked at me, catching her breath.

Finding home care to be far preferable over any hospital setting as we had bid farewell to one life, Allie and I decided that we wanted to welcome the new life we had both helped to create at home, too. Her doctor had cleared her for home delivery, we had put ourselves through a full birthing course, and a hospital was just a few city blocks away if needed.

“Here we go,” I smiled, holding Allie tightly as she entered the throws of labor again before I knew I’d have to be tending to our baby soon as it emerged from her.

“OOOHHH THIS BITES!” she grimaced in my arms.

“I’m sharing it with you, as best I can,” I said, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“I know,” she gratefully sighed, catching a breath.

“Want any pain relief?” I offered.

“No,” she replied. “I want to be here, fully, for this. Better get to work though. Don’t want our kid dropping out by itself . . . AAAAAHHHH!” Allie exclaimed as labor overtook her again.

Laying towels under my wife on the bed for now, before long, our baby was slowly emerging into my hands from Allie’s stretched loins, her vaginal lips parting widely, giving birth to new life. As it took a breath and cried for the first time, the infant’s almost bald head reminded my wife and I of Tracey as we were soon settling our baby, a girl, upon Allie’s body while I cut the cord and dealt with the afterbirth.

I soon returned to hold my wife and daughter in bed while our newborn nursed quietly at Allie’s breast for the first time. Allie and I looked up into that mirror with profound gratitude, seeing ourselves as our departed lover was perhaps seeing us.

“Welcome, Tracey,” I said looking down at our daughter again. Allie and I had already decided to give our child that name, no matter what gender it was.

The circle of life was now complete . . . and it was beautiful.

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